#spreading seeds of hope for a better future … a gentle hand forward

[lanternlightss]

if we ever get nameless bard’s model, i really, really hope at one point we get him framed in the lighting like this (a call back to him surrounded by light in the boy and whirlwind? put upon a pedestal? or the bard, a guiding light from past...)

#HYV I BEG !!!!!! #the brainrot is real bc this was indeed my first thought upon seeing this 😭 #me seeing a character with a halo of light around them: (POINTS) JUST LIKE THE BARD IN THE BOY AND THE WHIRLWIND CUTSCENE TIMESTAMP 0:50 #or !!! or. hear me out here #yknow how in vens story quest when .. honestly im assuming ven opening up one of his domains?? #how the light shines on him ?? #hyv ….. you want to parallel these bards soooo badly. listen ……. #spreading seeds of hope for a better future … a gentle hand forward #a bard who so wished to see his dreams come true. to see them /tangible/ #you’ve succeeded! look how you succeeded! is it all that you ask for? (what more could you want?) #why do you tremble? why do you hesitate? #look at your painting upon the wall. centuries pasts. the sun is now painting you the same way #hrm #thoughts. Thoughts. #lantern says stuff #sorry if this doesn’t make sense it’s like 1am for me dhdjd #lantern talks about the bard and divinity being cast upon him via idolization part 33

[philliamwrites]

koi no yokan

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Kazuha / Aether

Tags: boys kissing, slight angst with happy ending, simping aether, practice sparring

Words: 2k

Summary: “A healthy mind in a healthy body,” Kazuha said, crossing the little circle they used as their practice area to the maple tree where they left their stuff. He took a dark cloth from his backpack and began wiping his body. Aether looked pointedly at the clear sky as if checking if one of Baal’s bolts would spontaneously flash and smite them. “Whatever thoughts trouble you will affect your performance and slowly but steadily deteriorate your physical capabilities.”

“Did the wind tell you that?” Aether wasn’t really into the idea that the gentle breezes cooling their hot skin spilt all his troubles. Be it his mourning for his absent sister or how horny he was for Kazuha. “Maybe the wind should just mind its own business.”

Notes: Inspired by @jeruki's fanart. My twitter: @philliam, my ko-fi: philliam

koi no yokan(恋の予感) (n.) lit. "Premonition of Love"; the sense one can have upon first meeting another person that the two of them are going to fall in love. It is the feeling that future love is inevitable.

In his journey through Teyvat, Aether had seen a lot of things. Dragons, assassins, sentient flowers shooting their frozen or burning seeds at him which never made for a funny joke when he and his party sat around the campfire in the cool evenings. Catboys grown into men who paid their taxes and lived a humble life near calm Springvale. Name it and Aether had seen it.

But Kaedehara Kazuha was something else entirely. When he fought, it was hard to look away. He had a dancer’s grace and a seemingly unerring instinct for what his opponent would do next. His sword wasn’t simply a weapon he swung to cut through enemy lines. It was part of him. Like Lumine completed Aether, Kazuha was only fully himself with a weapon in his hand. This kind of commitment Aether only knew from Xiao, but Kazuha made his devotion for battle look divine; so much purer. Almost innocent in a way that did not speak of foolishness or guilelessness or the innocence of a child that simply waited to be consumed by the world. Kazuha’s innocence was something honest, linked to the making at the heart of the world.

He looked happiest with his sword slicing through the air. He looked graceful plunging from the skies like a hawk pouncing to catch its prey. He looked deliciously fuckable with his hitatare slipping off his shoulders and revealing smooth, white skin glistening with sweat. Aether had noticed a little scar winking at him whenever the fabric slipped and wondered how it would taste like near that elegant curve where Kazuha’s chest turned to solid, firm abs. He imagined leaning over and tasting Kazuha’s skin and suck—

A harsh blow swiped his feet from under him. The world spun and for a moment Aether was flying again, soaring through the sky before golden eyes flashed in malice and his sister was taken from him. The reality of Lumine being absent would come to Aether in flashes. He knew it to be so, but he could not feel it to be true except in these sudden bursts of realisation. The light of that strange, unthinkable truth would dazzle him for a moment and then it would be gone again, a fleeting sense of terrible loss. The pain almost always felt the same, and all he could do in that moment was take it, endure the unbearable and bear it.

It ended as quickly as it stared. Aether’s back hit the hard ground, the impact punching the breath out of his lungs. He stared up at the beautiful crimson sky stretching overhead—red like so many things in Inazuma which was fitting for the country governed by a goddess with a taste for blood.

But then, Kazuha’s even more beautiful face bent over him.

“Focus, Aether,” he said, offering his hand. Aether imagined pulling Kazuha down next to him where they would roll in the dirt like two puppies, drunk on adrenaline and intoxicated with the addicting taste of defiling these sacred lands where the cries of helpless, innocent men would never be heard over the ever-present roar of thunder. Where neither of them was welcome.

Instead, he allowed Kazuha to pull him back up on his feet, slick skin against slick skin, with a swift ease that left little room for imagination how else he could manhandle Aether. He swallowed, his mouth dry.

Kazuha exhaled softly, and even in that companionable silence Aether had grown used to, it was loud enough to catch his attention. “Where are your thoughts, Aether?” Kazuha asked.

Aether kicked some pebbles. He could hardly confess how he imagined sucking Kazuha off. Somehow he didn’t think someone as versed, with a soul consumed by wanderlust like Kazuha, would like to hear that. So he simply shrugged, inspecting the hilt of his wooden practice sword as if it could be held accountable for his lack of focus.

“Oh, you know,” he said, shrugging. “Archons and Visions and the like. The usual stuff.”

Kazuha’s eyebrows rose. Aether held his stare for a long minute but ended up turning away first. Somehow he didn’t believe secrets could be kept hidden for too long from those keen scarlet eyes, and while he wouldn’t mind presenting his body to him, he wasn’t too comfortable bearing his very soul to someone he’d known for less than a month. He wondered if that even mattered. He had let Kaeya rail him in much shorter time than that.

“A healthy mind in a healthy body,” Kazuha said, crossing the little circle they used as their practice area to the maple tree where they left their stuff. He took a dark cloth from his backpack and began wiping his body. Aether looked pointedly at the clear sky as if checking if one of Baal’s bolts would spontaneously flash and smite them. “Whatever thoughts trouble you will affect your performance and slowly but steadily deteriorate your physical capabilities.”

“Did the wind tell you that?” Aether wasn’t really into the idea that the gentle breezes cooling their hot skin spilt all his troubles. Be it his mourning for his absent sister or how horny he was for Kazuha. “Maybe the wind should just mind its own business.”

The wind picked up, tossing Aether’s hair left and right so it came even more loose after their sparring. He was sure his mind played tricks on him, but somewhere in the distance it sounded like Venti’s clear, bell-like laughter. If this was his weird way of trying to set him up, Aether was not happy with it.

“No, you just did.” Kazuha finished cleaning himself, but was in no apparent hurry to tie up his hitatare. When he looked back up at Aether, his smile was a little mischievous but still gentle, and Aether wanted to kiss that stupid grin away. He flopped down next to Kazuha. Dry maple leaves rustled under his body and he took one in his fingers, turning it this and that way just so he could observe the crimson and stall time.

If he met the Raiden Shogun and she didn’t have the answers he desired, then what? How much longer would he have to journey, to tread foreign countries and dangerous lands until he found what Lumine needed him to see? Why was this arduous task better suited than simply telling him? The only logical answer was that during her own travels, Lumine had grown to not trust him in a way only she understood and couldn’t confide in him. The thought closed like a cold fist around Aether’s heart. There was nothing logical about that, for if Lumine chose to hide her heart from Aether, where would that leave him? Loneliness spread like a dark stain inside him, a horror that stole his breath and tightened his chest. Black dots danced across his vision. Aether noticed his body moving without his will, he sat up, afraid he might suffocate. His heart. His heart wasn’t in his chest anymore. It was in his throat, making it hard to breathe. Just thinking she doesn’t need me, Lumine is gone forever and all I have loved, I have loved alone—

A warm hand grasped his, squeezing his fingers painfully until his splintering mind reassembled to the present. Aether stared at Kazuha with wide eyes, filled with horror, with fear, he just couldn’t understand how anyone bore that loneliness without a twin, without another part of their soul bearing the harsh world with them and give comfort and respite.

“Aether?”

Aether flinched, only noticing then how close Kazuha hovered near his face. When he looked down, he saw how his golden strands were caught between Kazuha’s slender fingers.

“There was a maple leaf in your hair,” Kazuha said, not taking his eyes away from Aether.

“Oh.” Aether’s reeling thoughts momentarily halted at this whimsical observation, so simple and apart from his anxious feelings. He looked up at the grand tree above them, crying red leaves. “Really?”

Kazuha still looked at him. A gentle tug lowered Aether’s head back down.

“No,” he said, and then kissed him. His soft lips brushed against Aether’s once, then twice and then he pressed his mouth to his, pushing Aether to the solid, hard ground. One leg stole between Aether’s, pressing a knee against his crotch, and Oooh. Until now, Aether had thought Kazuha to be soft and restrained, a man more servant to the voice of nature than his own desires. But there was nothing soft or restrained about the way he pinned Aether to the ground now, stole his breath and swallowed all those little huffs and moans, making Aether go crazy with lust.

Swift fingers dug into his bare waist. Aether was looking forward to the bruises he’d see blossoming the next morning. Their bodies pressed together hard; Aether arched his back, hoping that if he just willed it hard enough, he would become one with Kazuha and fill that gnawing black hole inside him. Kazuha reached out and put his thumb to Aether’s jawline. The tips of his fingers brushed the hollow of his throat and pushed against the pulse point where Aether’s blood visibly thundered in exalting beats against his skin.

Kazuha’s tongue darted across Aether’s lower lip. Willingly, Aether opened his mouth, longing to savour his taste and finally quench his thirst for the exquisite being that Kaedahara Kazuha was.

But Kazuha remained still, their mouths inches away from each other, each inhaling the other’s breath. Aether opened his eyes, meeting Kazuha’s that had turned so much darker. Wilder.

“You don’t even know what you do to people, do you?” he mumbled against Aether’s lips. His nose grazed his cheek as he dove for Aether’s jawline, his neck, mapping Aether’s face with his lips and teeth. Aether remembered Kazuha saying once that he smelled like stars, and wondered how that worked.

“What—“ Aether exhaled a long, shuddering breath. “—do you mean?” He tried to buck up into Kazuha, to create some delicious friction between them, but Kazuha’s grip around his waist was like iron. Aether whined, but Kazuha made with one, sharp bite pretty clear that whatever happened would only happen on his volition.

“The way you move, the way you look and think no one notices.” Amusement stole into Kazuha’s voice. “Or might you think only I don’t notice?”

“I am anything but subtle,” Aether acknowledged, planting a kiss on Kazuha’s temple. He chuckled against Aether’s skin. “And you don’t necessarily make it easier, fighting like this.” His hands sneaked inside Kazuha’s hitatare, fingers trembling with excitement spread against his warm chest.

Kazuha inhaled sharply. His own fingers trailed a path up Aether’s waistline, nails scratching the sensitive skin and sending shivers all over his body. “Look who’s talking. It’s hard focusing on anything else with you walking around like this.”

Aether laughed, dark and rich. “It’s my pleasure.”

“No.” Kazuha tugged the fabric of Aether’s black collar down and kissed his neck. “It’s mine.”

Aether didn’t know how long they stayed like this, cradled against the maple tree’s trunk, growing drunk on kisses and lust and the taste of each other until their lips were bruised. At some point, they had dozed off under the setting sun that made way to twinkling stars that winked at them in mischief. Only they knew the secrets and confessions they shared, absolving one another from their darkest sins.

“I know you seek your sister,” Kazuha said, studying the joints and bumps on Aether’s fingers before he brought them to his lips. “We both follow steps of people dear to us, choosing to ignore we only run after shadows. I think that is why my soul refuses to leave you.”

Familiar pain throbbed in Aether’s chest, but where it once was sharp and overwhelming, it now had softened to a dull song. Bearable. “I’m sure one day we’ll catch up to them.” He intertwined his legs with Kazuha’s, felt the warmth radiate off his body. “Together.”

#genshin impact #genshin #ao3 #philliamwrites #genshin impact kazuha #genshin impact aether #genshin impact kaedahara kazuha #kazuha x aether #kazuther #genshin impact kazuha x aether #genshin impact kazuther

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

If not to late and if you do poly.. Sleeping beauty with yan! Massimo as the prince and yan! Angelica as the “Evil” Fairy keeping their princess! S/o trapped. If you don’t do poly... beauty and beast with Yan! Dino! Diego Brando and his S/o. YOU ALWATS MAKE ME SMile FRIEND

Aww shucks I'm glad to make you smile

I'll probably end up doing the Diego request because honestly I need some more steel ball run in my life but here it is! PS I know I kinda made Volpe a bit unresponsive but I kinda see him as that shut off kind of person.

Our lover

(yandere Volpe and Angelica)

You were lost, very lost. Stuck in the middle of the forest with no clue as to how to get out but just as you felt your loneliness seep in  a soft hum echoed through the forest, a tune being hummed that caused the flowers to bloom.

You followed the tune which lead you to a clearing where a lone woman sat in the middle while humming only to stop when she had noticed your arrival. She was pale like a ghost and had wispy blonde hair.

"Who are you?" You asked her.

"My name is Angelica" the woman spoke in a ghostly voice as a few small flowers formed around her. You were just about to respond when you suddenly felt light headed, you began to stumble and you began to slur until you fell to the ground.

In the light you could now see the pollen that danced around in the gentle breeze.

"It must be your first time in these woods, don't worry the initial shock will only be for a few minutes" she lulled with a chuckle as she staggered towards you before sitting by your side and stroking your hair. You moaned out lightly as her contact seemed to make your hairs stand on end.

"Anyway, what's your name?" She asked.

"(Y/n)... (Y/n)... (L/n)" you mumbled, not understanding what was happening.

"Your a princess, I've heard so much about you... Your actually more beautiful then I imagined" the girl remarked before she looked up to see a man tall, thin with long, flowing hair, you knew him but all your memories were in a haze as of current.

"Massimo! Oh how I've missed you!" She shrieked in excitement as she ran up to the man before tripping over, luckily Massimo was able to catch her.

"Angelica dear... You need to be more careful" he lightly scolded.

"I know, but I was so excited to see you and we have a guest" Angelica explained as she pointed to you.

"Angelica... You can't trust every person you meet" he explained.

"But it's Princess (Y/n), you've met her before, you told me you had" she piped up.

That's when the memories finally became clear. He had been a early suitor you had met a year ago. You had met a few times but he seemed to not have much interest in you.

"Massimo Volpe... It's been a while since I last saw you" you groaned out.

"Yes it has" he said in a stern tone.

"Angelica what's causing these strange feelings?" You groaned out as you felt your body tingle.

"The flowers here are used as a hallucinogen... The pollen is rather mild but is still a surprise for any unsuspecting wonderer" she explained with a giggle before coming back over to you and resting your head on her lap. She began to brush through your hair, she treated you almost like how a child treated a beloved doll.

"Your hair is so soft and beautiful..." She lulled as she began to play with it. Volpe simply watched, his first impression of you hadn't been the best but if Angelica enjoyed your company then you must of been alright maybe in the future he'd get to know you better but for now he'd just watch.

🌺🌺🌺

Months had passed since then and you had grown close to Angelica as well as her lover Massimo. You would return to the woods when you could to visit the two.

Today you came with a basket of food, which excited Angelica to the point that she'd coughed up blood, you had sadly gotten use to such a thing after learning about the fairy's illness.

"Angelica you can't keep working yourself up like that" he said to her with concern laced in his tone.

"It's fine... It's nothing" she responded as Volpe quickly wiped the blood off of her face.

"You worry to much" she said as she looked into his eyes before pushing the corners of his lips up to make him smile but he pushed her hands away, he was obviously in a angsty mood at the moment.

You put down the picnic rug and sat down with the two soon following.

"So how've you been?" Angelica asked.

"I've been alright but all of this suitor business has honestly been a big pain" you said.

"As a matter of fact last night my last suitor had some horrible luck, he wanted me to believe he had a way with animals so he had stuffed catnip into his pockets, the cats were practically tearing his clothes apart" you explained before laughing like crazy, Angelica followed but soon stopped when she heard a chuckle pass Massimo's lips.

"You laughed!" she gasped.

"(Y/n) you just made Massimo laugh" she said to you in suprise.

"What's special about that?" You asked.

"I've never heard him laugh before" she explained. He merely rolled his eyes as Angelica made such a deal of it.

"Anyway I think I have a solution about this suitor problem you've had for the past few months" Angelica said before grabbing a muffin from the basket and taking a bite from it.

"Umm you really don't have to get yourself caught up in my problems" you replied.

"No, it's fine" she said.

"Anyway my idea was that you could choose to marry Massimo, he's a prince after all" she explained.

You stumbled over your words in shock, you were absolutely flabbergasted by her idea.

"But Angelica... You're his lover and I don't want to burden him with having to act like he loves me" you replied. Angelica simply looked back at Massimo before looking back at you.

"But he does love you... And so do I" she explained as she leaned forward to caress your face. You only fell back in shock and looked toward the male.

"Ugh I'm sorry this is very sudden!" You replied as you pulled away.

"I know but you'll get use to it" she said as she leaned forward more.

"No, I can't... This isn't normal" you explained to her as Volpe grabbed you.

"Let go of me!" You screamed.

"No" they both replied in union before you kicked Volpe's shin causing him to drop you and you didn't waste a moment to run. Angelica began to wail out your name and sob as you disappeared from view. There was no way she'd be able to chase her.

"We need to get her back!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as she pounded and kicked the floor like a spoilt brat having a tantrum. Massimo kneeled beside her and stroked her long blonde hair trying to calm her the best he could.

"It's ok Angelica... I know how we can get her back" he said which made the weeping fairy look up at him.

"How?"

🌺🌺🌺

You sat beside the man who tomorrow would be you husband. Various royals had come tonight to wish you both well in the future and offer you gifts. You all sat at he long table drinking a tea that had been anonymously gifted when you heard the ring of someone tapping a spoon against the cup and out of all the guests Massimo Volpe stood. You knew that he had come, all the royals had but you just hoped he wouldn't say anything to brash.

"I would just like to say on behalf of us all princess (Y/n) that we wish nothing but the best for your future..." He said.

You looked down at your tea cup to see something strange in the bottom of your tea cup. You picked it out to find a small open vial. Your vision soon began to double. You stood up, wobbling slightly.

"(Y/n) are you alright?" Your partner asked.

"Something isn't right... My drink... It's been spiked" you slurred.

Soon everyone went into panic but not because of you, they all were seeing and hearing thing that made them go into frenzy. The only one who wasn't affected was Massimo and the familiar blonde who had walked to his side.

"(Y/n) is now cursed... Any moment now and she will fall into an eternal slumber, it is a curse that no one will be able to break" Angelica explained and those were the last words you heard before your world came crashing around you and you fell into the inky blackness.

Everyone ran out of the castle in a hallucinogen fuelled hysteria as it became shrouded in overgrowth that grew from the little seeds that Angelica had planted around the castle. They all came spread to the ends of the earth with stories to tell of terrifying monsters of various kinds and a sleeping princess. Most enough to keep all from ever considering of saving you.

But there were no monsters nor was your sleep eternal. Angelica lied about the curse, like you had said before your drink had been spiked. It was simply a trick.

Soon you would come to and both the fairy and the Prince would be waiting. That would be their happily ever after, but not yours.

Angelica draping over your body as she twirled your hair. Giving you constant compliments as Massimo kissed your lips, he didn't usually show his emotions but deep inside he was as head over heels with you as he was with Angelica.

#yandere #yandere jjba #purple haze feedback #jojo Angelica #massimo volpe #yandere x reader #fairytale au #spacy works

[tridentfaith]

the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body. + the one where only your soulmate can kill you. B)

soulmate au prompts.

Words meant to be of comfort, but instead felt cold and unforgiving. Tattooed words that felt so off putting compared to pale flesh, black ink that almost shimmered a darker red in the darkness when she was alone, as if the words seeped through her blood vessels and with each rhythmic beat of her heart gave them just a little more power over her. Almost resembling a darker, more feral tone than what most people should experience. To be afraid of a few simple words felt childish, and Lunafreya had no time for trivial things when the day of her newly crowned title of Oracle would be placed upon her shoulders. The youngest Oracle in history, people would call her, but Lunafreya was just any other woman with an exceptional gift. A gift of life, to bring forth hope and the future of dawn. The beacon of hope that many would cling to, the ideal of purity and the path to enlightenment. In all sense of the word, Lunafreya was pure and the personification of light that was needed most in these times where darkness lay their seed to spread throughout mercilessly.

The ideology of soulmates had always been a..childish one. One of hopeless dreamers in hopes to find their “right” person. Gentiana often gave the hope that every human was worthy of having a soulmate; and as a woman of twenty-four, Lunafreya has had her fair share of romance novels thrown her way, many great works of art that put the silly little ideas into young women, starved for the idea of a perfect romance with the cliche ending of riding into the sunset together. Trivial things the young woman did not have the luxury of entertaining - and every so often the Oracle would find herself looking at those same words she desperately attempted to hide under layers of foundation to avoid being seen, just out of morbid curiosity of what they could have meant. Such words did not belong there, they felt vile on her skin and Luna could swear they would burn with every glance of ocean blues, and for the right reason, they frightened her. Luna knew fear; the old stories of the Boogeyman or daemons that haunted the lands in the dead of night. The screaming cries of the wind and the pounding limbs of tree branches against windows that imitated hands reaching in to snatch the unknowing victim. 

Little did Lunafreya know - she was the victim when one would read horror stories of some clueless woman being snared by the devil who wore charming features. Many signs of a soulmate being presented showed,  but never any as strong except when the Chancellor was near. Having been a prisoner of war, a captive bird to Niflheim since she were a child, never has she been formally introduced to the man she believed to be the one. Ravus did his job well in keeping their paths distant, non existent contact and certainly no word spoken. Whatever precautions her elder brother may have put in place to ensure Lunafreya’s safety was well thought and executed to the best of his abilities. As he busied himself in climbing the ranks of the Niflheim militia, their time spent together would become less and ultimately, left Lunafreya open to the unknown dangers that would be creeping at every corner. Still, the eldest Fleuret did his best to ensure his younger sister’s safety even in his absence. What he failed to do was remember the Chancellor did as he pleased, no restraints and no strings attached was this man who towered over her and could have swallowed her whole if he so desired. He came to her. Sweet words whispered in her ear, gentle touches that left her skin ablaze and for a moment, Lunafreya found herself weak to him. A devil is always charming when seen by a woman, and how charming he was.

How foolish a young woman could be when she was smitten with a daemon. 

It seemed innocent in the beginning, harmless touches and quiet afternoons spent learning one another. Everyone knew the Oracle, there was nothing that Ardyn must’ve not known about her - but Ardyn seems a mystery to everyone except for Verstael.  If Lunafreya had paid closer attention, she too, would have realized that was for the best. A man of no consequence, shrouded in mystery and left Lunafreya confused and all the more curious. If she had been all the wiser, she may have not intentionally wound herself in the spider’s web, to fall so deep under his spell and become just another tool to be tossed aside; she would have thought twice before giving into him. A young woman is so easy to manipulate, to twist her feelings and play with the heart strings was such an easy feat. It was a miracle that she had survived this long.  At the time, there was no regrets Luna could have had. She took the devil by the hand, she fell into his trap so easily. How amazing he made her feel, from the stubble that created friction and left pale skin a ruby colour, how his fingers skillfully caused her sex to weep and leave her crying to the Heavens as if she were about to die from the amount of formally unknown pleasure that she had been so foolish to not experience before now. His body, so warm to the touch but so scarred. He always told her that he didn’t require her pity, but it was difficult to turn that part of herself off when it came to seeing the damage being done to his body. Lunafreya was foolish for believing that she could have done anything different to help him. To believe that she, the seemingly powerful Oracle could help someone as damned as Ardyn. 

It didn’t stop her from giving him something so precious; to have that power and control over her was so easy to gain. Throat sore from crying out to the Gods themselves, praying for their forgiveness as if that would protect her from being tarnished and soiled; some Oracle she turned out to be. Tempted by the darkness she knew he was, and still giving in every single time. By now, she was even sure Gentiana could not save this poor soul from the inevitable fate that would await her if she should continue down this path of damnation.

The Gods be damned. 

Word has spread quickly that Lunafreya, as Oracle, would aid the Lucian heir to the throne in stopping this pointless war. There were duties that would come first, as Oracle she took an oath to keep the hopes and values of the people alive, to be the burdens of their worries and struggles. There was a well spoken prophecy she had learned as a child, but never did she mention it in front of others except Gentiana. The ring she held in her possession, hidden from sight. A tiny ray of hope in the eyes of the people who wished to be alive to see it. Little did she know, the devil had his own sort of plans from behind the scenes. It started as a simple conversation; her intentions not only as Oracle, but as Lunafreya herself, the prisoner of war, Niflheim’s property and bargaining chip. They forget that she is a woman of her own volition, her own dreams and aspirations that would not rest until she is certain of the future being brought forth. It was a selfless wish, but still nevertheless, her own. 

❝All in thrall to darkness shall know peace.❞ Words left her mouth, innocent but held so much meaning behind them. There was a change in the man whom she believed to know better than she knew herself. The next thing she became aware of, was an incredible pain in her side, eyes of brilliant sapphires thrown wide open as her breath caught in her throat. When the blade had been removed from her, Luna could feel warmth engulfed in her side, and she fell to the floor when attempting to take a hopeless step forward. She could taste the metal on her tongue, hand pressed to her side in hopes to stop the bleeding, but there were no tears in her eyes, neither was there fear or guilt for what she had done. In a way, Luna was half expecting this - what other outcome did she expect? There was no such thing as a happy ending, not for her, at least. Coughing to catch the breath she wasn’t aware to be holding until now, the pain growing as the torn skin and broken blood vessels continued to leak crimson on pure white clothing. Vision half light and half in darkness, her mind spinning as she tried hopelessly to gain her composure enough to stand and call for help, but it never happened. The amount of blood she was losing was too much, she could barely move without pain being the last thing she would feel when she would tumble back down.

She could still make out the figure of the man who she had given everything to. How he smiled so sadistically at her pain, watching her slowly dying on the floor beneath his feet. How uncaring he had been, when all along he’d been toying with her emotions, acting as if he cared for just a split second about her and her dreams that would never see fruition. In a mockery of her status, he bowed to her, his right hand crossed over his chest and where his heart should have been. In her final moments, coherency was difficult to manage..but she did hear a string of words Luna never thought she would hear;

❝How sweet. But please, Lady Lunafreya, you first.❞

As she lay dying on the ground, the first swell of tears flooded her vision. Hand still gripping the wound, blood leaking through her fingers as the other gripped at something to keep in check that she was still somewhat alive. It wouldn’t last, however, not when the person she was meant to trust turned out to be a complete lie. To fall into the devil’s trap and become nothing but a disposable pawn in his game. In the end, it wouldn’t matter - because in time, all the pieces would fall into place, with or without her; and that darkness would pay.

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[takingcourage]

A Game of Make Believe

Pairing: Luke Harper x MC (Helena)

Word Count: 1,450

Summary: This is just a little bit of fluff set between Chapters 4 and 5 of Book 2. If you’re romancing Harper, you cannot persuade me that Briar didn’t contrive to allow MC and Harper some time together during the “several” days they spent in Grovershire. What might they find to do in such a situation?

Note: This is my first time writing Helena and Harper outside of my Gothic AU; however, it almost certainly won’t be my last. This piece has been sitting unfinished in my Works in Progress folder for an embarrassing number of weeks, but the upcoming duel has me wanting something a little simpler for these two. I hope you enjoy!  

“I’m going to post a letter to Mr. Woods, Helena. You and Mr. Harper will have the whole house to yourselves in the meantime.” Briar’s dark brows bobbed encouragingly, fingers deft in their efforts to secure the bonnet ties under her chin. “And I’ll take the long way into town, so I shall be gone at least an hour.”

Briar never has been one for subtlety, Helena reflected, trying to disguise her interest by picking up speed with her needles. The wooden sticks clicked furiously, but she couldn’t stop the flaming blush that was creeping over her cheeks.

“Relax, Helena,” Briar patted her shoulder in reassurance. “I know you’re much too wise to do anything scandalous. But you’ve had no time together since that detour through the woods. I thought you might like some time alone.” Without another word, Briar tugged open the door, the hastily scrawled letter clutched between her fingers.

Helena had to bite her lip to keep from giggling at the wink Briar threw over her shoulder as she crossed the threshold. Keeping her fingers steady, she reached the end of the row and placed her knitting on the couch cushion. It was foolish to spend her time in such employment when she had the prospect of time with Mr. Harper.

Rising, she tucked a stray curl behind her ear and straightened out the wrinkles that had settled into the layers of her skirt. Although the heat had left her cheeks, the speedy rhythm of her heart told her that all had not returned to normal. 

She found him precisely where she expected: behind the cottage with the horses. Taking advantage of his distracted state, she stood for a moment, admiring. Mr. Harper leant down, Clover’s hoof balanced on his knee while he removed debris with a small pick. His hands, well accustomed to the task, worked with a competence that Helena found mesmerizing. Not for the first time, she marveled at the gentleness in those large hands. 

There was great power in his form, but it was tempered by the kindest heart she’d ever known. It was one of the things she loved best about him. Without doubt, it was one of the reasons she felt so confident that her father would have approved of their love for one another. Even without the social station to protect her, she never had cause to fear when he was at her side. Their encounter with the highwaymen had more than proven that. 

His job complete, he rose to his feet and patted the horse’s flank. “That’s much better, isn’t it?” Clover nickered happily, and Helena could no longer hide her presence. 

“It’s a lovely morning, you know.” The words startled him, but the warmth in her smile made up for any unease she may have caused. “I’m certain the horses can manage quite well on their own for a while.”

“They seem to like it here,” he agreed, smoothing Clover’s shining coat one final time before leaving her to graze on the long grass. Recent days had been a bit cooler than was usual for May, but Grovershire was home to hardy stock. There was ample green for both horses to take their fill.

“Briar has left for town and won’t be back for some time. I think she worries that we’ve had no time together.”

“You know that I can never refuse such an opportunity.”  

“In that case, I thought that we might engage in one of your games of pretend, Mr. Harper. But with our eyes open this time,” she beamed at him, joy spreading through her as he returned a wide smile.

“What are we pretending today?”

“First we will imagine that there is no duke. And that I am not a lady of Edgewater. That this cottage exists just for the two of us. You’ll be…” she thought for the space of several moments before taking the scenario further. “You can be a farmer, and I, your wife. I spend my days knitting socks and tending to all of the animals that we keep.”

“Animals?” he inquired lightly.

She turned back to him, eyes wide. “Of course! How can you forget all of our chickens? The old milk cow? And the drove of pigs we bought last season?” she clicked her tongue in disgust.

He assumed a look of mock horror, but Helena caught the twitch at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know what I was thinking. But you mustn’t forget our horses either.” Noting her omission, he inclined his head toward Clover. The horse paid him little mind, losing herself again in the undergrowth.

Helena ventured toward him, offering her hand as they walked toward the cottage. The green of his eyes was especially evident under the stippled light that shone through a canopy of trees. Her words caught in her throat as she noted the sparks of emerald. “I could never forget our horses. How else would we go for our evening rides through the forest?”

“An excellent question.” They made their way around the side of the cottage, stepping carefully to avoid trampling Mrs. Daly’s flowers. He lightly squeezed the bare fingers resting on his forearm. Helena’s pulse quickened again at the contact, skin tingling with a sudden rush of heat. 

“And this garden is your handiwork as well?”

Her wandering mind censured, Helena glanced at the flowering bushes by their feet. “Indeed, it is.” She stretched out the hand at her side, skimming the pad of her finger along the fragile blossoms. “Come to think of it, I really ought to grow more vegetables,” she pondered, eyes on the empty plot of ground before her. “What would I need to grow to make your mother’s soupikandia?”

Her quick glance at his face sent a thrill of giddy delight through her frame, for she saw surprise mingled alongside the fondness she had come to expect in these moments together.

“I’m not sure that they would grow in England.”

“But this is pretend. We may grow anything we like.”

“Forgive me, I’d forgotten.”

Helena’s mouth opened slightly, but snapped shut again in her uncertainty.

“We would need okra,” he resumed after a pause. 

“I’ve never heard of it!” Helena burst, unable to contain her curiosity. 

He laughed for a moment. “I’m not sure anyone grows it in England. It’s quite different to any of the vegetables you’re used to, but it’s one of the ingredients that makes soupikandia delicious.”

“Then we must have it. I will ask after seeds the next time I’m at market.” The words, though uttered under the guise of make believe, still held all the earnestness of a promise that bore no pretense.  

“You’re quite accommodating, my lady.”

“You seem to forget how well we are acquainted, my lord,” she jested mildly. “I should hardly expect my husband to use such titles.” 

And if you were my husband, she considered, I would do anything I could to make you smile. I would do it anyway, she realized suddenly. Overwhelmed by a depth of feeling, she masked her blush by hurriedly sweeping the hair from her eyes.

“I seem to have lost my skill at pretending, Helena,” he murmured quietly, stroking her cheek with a broad thumb. She leaned into his touch, relishing the solid warmth of his flesh as her eyes closed involuntarily. The breath of his sigh tickled the hair on her cheek, and she sensed his closeness even before her eyelids fluttered open.

“So have I.” Pushing up to the balls of her feet, Helena closed the slight distance between them, pressing her lips to his own. It had been only a matter of days since the last time they had last kissed, yet it felt an eternity to Helena.

“My love for you is more real than anything I’ve ever known,” he told her softly.

“I look forward to the day when we no longer have to pass our time with such games. I’m ready for reality with you.”

“Our time will come. I promise that.”

“Do you really think so? It is easy to believe such things here,” she gestured to the countryside that surrounded them. “But in Edgewater there is still much that stands between us.”

“Helena, if I thought all was lost, I would have asked after a minster on our first morning here. Knowing that you feel as deeply toward me as I feel toward you, I will not cease fighting until our future is secured.” 

Contented, she drew him to her for the first of many subsequent kisses. No matter how many days of pretending might lie before them, she knew without a doubt that real life together would follow. 

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #desire and decorum #luke harper #harper x mc

[felwarden-ed]

Initiation

Terras didn’t think it was going to be that easy.

Before him, a felled Charhound, its’ body quickly cooling, the flames under its’ skin rapidly dulling. It was not the first time he’d seen the light of life leave something. Perhaps he envied the beast. To give up so easily, to let his grip on reality finally slip and sink into the realm of forever sleep… he’d dreamt about it sometimes.

His eyes flick up towards the Kaldorei presiding over his initiation. Several ritual mages stood back, their heads shrouded by cloth and shadow alike. The Kaldorei nodded.

“Go on.”

“It’s too easy.”

“It’s not. Eat it’s heart, Sunwarden.”

He does as he’s told, opening up the chest cavity with some difficulty. The skin was tough, and scaled, almost jerky-like in some places. Subdued horror ignited in the back of his brain at the realization that his skin would be like that, toughened and dark, almost chitinous. It didn’t stop him from roughly severing the massive aorta of the beast, blood spraying his chest and forearms.

It was a wholly unsavory process, from retrieving the heart to attempting to consume it. The meat was tough, it hurt his teeth when he ripped off strips. It gagged him, he felt sick. He crammed it in his mouth, down his throat, he’d choke on it if he had to. Death now would be better than failure.

Just as quickly as this process had started, it ended, like a feast so delicious one didn’t want it to end.

The fledgling slunk back, away from the husk of the demon. He sinks to the floor, laying his cheek to the stone as if to find comfort from it, as if the coolness would soothe his blazing skin. The miasma spread through him, slowly, as the mages stepped up and began to chant over his crumpled form.

He looked up at the arcanists, head barely raising from the ground. “Wait..” He mumbled. Something was moving inside of him. His stomach convulsed, he bit back a heave. Whatever was inside of him wanted out of him, like seeds planted in the earth. His abdomen might burst open and whatever was inside of him would blossom, be it pain or hate, he didn’t know what.

Then there was nothing.

He was hiding next to their couch. An old faded red, open on one side. It held memories of gentle touches and muted sounds, as well as laughter and merriment. He’d hosted friends on that couch. The cat gave birth to her kittens on it, before she was spayed. He and Keenan frequented it, when the bed was simply too far away.

Now, Zaram, the cat, cowered between his feet as Keenan fought off ghouls outside. He could hear him, his strikes were slowing. He was tired. Terras could feel it. Keenan was a flame caught out in the cold, he wouldn’t last long. The snow would take him.

The death knight approached, and he realized what this was. Someone had picked through his brain and selected this, as one selects a passage from a book for a student to read, testing him. Provoking him. He was not here. The death knight smashed Keenan’s head against the window. This was not real. Keenan’s head cracked the window, his body spasmed. This was not real.

Zaram let out a yowl and dashed out from between his legs, further into the house to hide. Animals had a sixth sense. They knew. They feared death all the same.

He knew his role now. As if he were a character in a play, Terras walked out the door. He was not emotional, as he was before. Instead, he said the words of power, and nothing happened. The elven death knight before him snarled, dropping Keenan’s body to the ground, where it shattered as if made of ice.

The death knight didn’t draw its’ swords, but stepped over the shards of his husband, baring a mouthful of teeth. Terras then rushed the creature-- a beast, a monster that had murdered his husband. It took his future. It destroyed his home, his village. All at once, he blamed it simultaneously for everything, Keenan, Windrunner Village, the Dead Scar, Sylvanas and King Anastarian all at once.

Its’ helmet was off, it might have been handsome, in life. It certainly wasn’t handsome when Terras started burying his fists in its’ face. Its’ face bloomed all kinds of color, the blood not yet drained from its’ body, or congealed and old. The beast was fresh from the next village over.

Terras screamed.

He felt possessed, he felt like a demon. Maim, kill. Eviscerate. His hands wrapped around the death knight’s sword hilt, prying the weapon from the ill-fated abomination’s sheath. He lifted the blade above his head but before he could bring it down the beast opened its’ mouth to once again reveal its’ unnaturally sharp teeth, and only then did Terras catch the glow in its’ throat.

“No-!” It could have been a no. It could have been a shriek of pure rage. He couldn’t remember anymore. Fire filled his open mouth and nose, scorched his face. His lungs choked and cracked from the heat, the alveoli inside of them burst, like ripe grapes in a hot field.

But his arms made it, they swung down, cleaving into the head of the monster. Its’ breath stopped, it flung him across the way and now he could see, it was the charhound. The demon. Sword still in its’ thick skull. The beast paced, looking at him.

Pitiful. Its’ words rolled over the hills of Quel’thalas like thunder. So small. So weak. How will you ever hope to contain my magnificence?

Terras sputtered. He gasped, the fire still burning in his throat. Everything around him smelled of burning hair and meat. “What-- what do I call you?”

The charhound’s nostrils flared in annoyance. You will not live long. I will humor that request. Its’ voice boomed. I am called Dentaxx, little one.

Names have power. He had to remember its’ name, when the time came.

He looked around, he was about five feet from the open door of a house. A house he remembered quite well. He had stumbled in there, long ago, and stolen a sword from the dead occupant. He could do it again, if he forced himself.

His lungs screamed. His legs cried, but he ran into the house, accompanied by the loud stomps of the charhound quickly following him.

Why do you fight it, little one? The hound crooned from outside, struggling with the doorway as Terras raced as fast as he could to the second floor. You want this. Do not deny it, I have seen your memories.

The short sword was where he remembered it. He snatched it up, and made a dash for the balcony. He could leap off the balcony, and slash the hound across the back before it even knew what was happening--

As he feet launched from the structure, the building faded away. Everything fell out from under him, and his feet made contact with sundered earth. The ground hissed upon contact with his boots.

Look, small one. It is pointless. Dentaxx continued. Terras could feel the hound’s hot breath on his neck.

Before him were endless armies. One layered atop another and another-- multiple realities layered and criss-crossed like a grotesque afghan of mismatched color. Demons born and reborn over and over again. Even if they managed to defeat the Legion on Outland, or defend Azeroth, they would never be truly defeated. They would return, and try again. And again. And again until they had their prize.

I could help you. Dentaxx snorted, I could end it for you. Isn’t that what you want? You joined the Illidari to die. I could make it quick for you.

Terras shook. The Shadowlands were tempting. He and Keenan could be together again. They could laugh, and embrace. It comforts him, to put a smile on his husband’s face. What the demon had said wasn’t necessarily wrong, either. He hoped, upon entering the Ilidari’s service, that he would almost die in their service. But something held him back.

“The people of Quel’thalas deserve more than another corpse.” He spoke, whirling on the demon, stabbing Dentaxx in the eye.

The demon let out an unearthly hiss, high-pitched, full of agony. The entirety of reality around them splintered and shattered, until they were standing in pitch black, except for their own, physical forms. The Hound fell to the ground once more. Dead.

Terras blanked, he didn’t know what to do. It was dead, he had killed it just as he had during the ritual, but now he was unsure. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew what must be done. His leg jerked forward, carrying him to the carcass. He had to eat the heart. He had to do it again.

And he did. He butchered the hound with one of the swords that he pried from its’ skull, ripping out viscera and feasting on its’ flesh this time. He took sick enjoyment from it, licking at his fingers as he reached for the heart. The meat was still warm as it slid down his throat. It was much easier this time around.

Then there was nothing.

He was on the floor. It was so cold, compared to his body. It almost felt refreshing. Someone was finishing up a chant, his throat felt raw, he choked on something-- wet. He spat up blood, his own blood, onto the stone floor. He’d been screaming so hard his throat had ruptured. But something was wrong, everything was black still, as if he were still dreaming. His fingers felt warm and wet, there was something squishy and jelly-like on one. Terras bit back the urge to vomit.

“He has done well, all things considered.” He recognized the voice, vaguely. It was the voice of one of the instructors, the male Kaldorei. He couldn’t remember a name. “Take him to the Sickhouse to recover.”

Arms wrapped around him, picking him up as if he were a very large doll. His head lolled back, and he allowed himself to slip back into nothingness.

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[bee-kathony]

NEW AND FINAL CHAPTER! This was one of my first tries at the @outlanderrarepairs challenge and I look forward to writing more rare pairs this summer! Thank you for reading :)

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (TV), Outlander & Related Fandoms, Outlander (TV) RPF Rating: Explicit Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Annalise de Marillac/Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp/Annalise de Marillac Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Annalise de Marillac Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Some Plot, Sex, Threesome - F/F/M, Lesbian Sex, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Married Sex, NSFW, Voyeurism

I didn’t see Annalise for many weeks after our rather… enlightening evening. While I was working at le Hopital or drinking tea with Louise, I would have flashes of Annalise’s tongue somewhere on my body. Every time I excused myself and went to the loo, my skin would be flushed red and my nipples would be positively aching to be touched.

I told Jamie one night after he came home from another night spent with Charles Stuart at Madame Elise’s, that I wanted to invite Annalise to our home again.

“Once wasna enough to quench ye’re thirst Sassenach?” He smirked, lying next to me in bed, arms folded over his stomach.

“Well I won’t ask her if you don’t want her to come, I know it is still odd to invite another woman into our bed. But Jamie…” I paused, I could almost feel her small hands stroking my skin.

“Aye, Sassenach, if you want to invite her here again… I willna object.” He kissed my cheek, “Actually, ye’ll find I dinna object at all thinking of my wife, stretched out next to another beautiful woman.” He guided my hand down between his legs, I could feel his excitement at the impending future. “The first time nearly made my heart burst, ye ken this time might just kill me.”

I moaned against his mouth, “Oh is that so?”, my hand was moving his appendage in a slow motion, earning soft coos from its owner. “We can’t have that now can we?” He laughed as he rolled on top of me, spreading my legs and sliding home in one quick movement.

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I was walking out of Master Raymond’s shop when I spotted a blonde-haired woman turning the corner. I waved my hand at Murtagh to wait and I rounded the same corner and followed Annalise.

“Annalise!” I shouted to her, not able to keep up, my pregnant belly now inhibiting my running capacity.

She turned to face me, “Oh Claire! Bonjour!”, she said, walking back to me and kissing both my cheeks.

“How are you dear Claire? Since our… evening?” She winked and I held out a hand to her, giving it a light squeeze.

“Very well Annalise, I was actually hoping to run into you.” I braced myself for a ‘no’ this time, how could I be so lucky to have her twice?

“Oui, have you been thinking about continuing that evening Claire? You and Jamie both of course?” She asked, her accent thick, eyes twinkling.

“Yes Annalise. If you would like to that is. We would be very honoured to welcome you into our bed once more.” I bit my bottom lip and turned towards the direction I had entered the alley. “We could go now in fact, Jamie will be home in an hour but I’m sure he won’t mind us starting without him.” I said bluntly, what point was their in being shy now?

“You are very bold Claire,” She wrapped her arm around mine and walked with me back to the carriage, where Murtagh was waiting. He quirked his eyebrow up at me at the sight of Annalise but I ignored it.

We couldn’t discuss our further plans in the carriage, with Murtagh sitting beside me. But I was able to think of all the possibilities that awaited me and Jamie. By the time we returned home, I felt a wetness between my thighs. Annalise de Marillac would be the end of me, I swear.

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I stood in the middle of the room, nerves returning, palms sweating. Annalise closed the door behind her and came up behind me, her petite hands resting on my waist.

“Your belly is much bigger than the last time Claire.” She slid her hands around my stomach, holding on to mine and Jamie’s creation. “That means that something else…”, her hands inched up my stomach to just under my breasts and cupped them, “has grown no?”, she held my full breasts; I had surrendered my body over to Annalise the moment the door had closed, there was no turning back.

I leaned into her body, careful not to make her fall, I was much taller than her after all. “When did you say Jamie will be home?” I could barely bring forth a coherent thought as her fingers traced the outline of my nipples over my dress.

“Um, it should be within an hour. He knows you’ll be here.” My God, her hands.

“I always wondered what it would be like to sleep with Jamie,” her hands moved to untie my dress, loosening the bodice and pulling out the stomacher. “And now I know what you must feel every night Claire, and I also know what Jamie feels.” She slid the dress off of my shoulders and walked around in front of me. I helped her pull off the rest of my many layers, piece by piece until I stood naked in front of her.

She bent down on to her knees, her mouth planting a warm kiss on my stomach, hands on either side of my hips. “Mmmm what a miracle.” She left a trail of kisses from my belly button, making me squirm, all the way to just above my pubic bone.

“Annalise”, I sighed, letting my hands tangle in her blonde hair curled perfectly on top of her head.

“Shhh mon amie, I will take care of you.” I could barely see her head underneath my belly but I felt her tongue lick slowly up my mound. A sound escaped my mouth I didn’t recognize.

Annalise’s hand rested on my hips, her head moving in a circular rhythm, tongue slipping in and out of my pussy. “Oh Annalise”, I moaned her name once more and shrieked when she slid two fingers inside of me.

“You taste so magnifique Claire, I cannot get enough.” She continued to lick, her tongue bringing me to the edge several times, but I finally came when her third finger entered me, the rhythm she had created making me almost topple over her body.

She led me to the bed and helped me lay back, I was light headed from my orgasm and only realised Annalise was now naked when she climbed on top of me.

I felt her pussy against mine and I settled my hands on her waist. She bit her bottom lip and began to gyrate her hips in lewd motions. The friction against my pussy was almost maddening. Her hands caressed my breasts, thumbs resting on my pointed nipples. I reached for her and pulled her down to me, begging for her mouth to be on me. Her tongue moved in a figure eight pattern over my breasts, first the left then the right. “Oh Annalise, I need you.” I needed to feel something inside of me.

“I think I hear Jamie downstairs Claire, he is coming up. Be patient and he will fill that need.” She said from pausing to suck on my breasts. The thought of Jamie walking in to witness this almost made me cum right then.

Annalise slowed her movements against my pussy and focused on biting and massaging my breasts. I had my head turned towards the door and saw Jamie appear in the door frame.

“Christ.” He whispered and shut the door quickly behind him.

“I dinna think you would have started withou’ me, but dinna let me stop ye ladies.” Jamie smiled and walked over to the bed, leaning down to kiss me and then Annalise.

“Take off your clothes Jamie, I need you.” I sighed, my hands tracing patterns on Annalise’s back.

“Oui Sassenach, give me a moment to collect myself.” He chuckled but began to undress, first his shirt and vest and then his shoes and breeks. Annalise was positioned on top of me still, cradled around my belly, sucking from my breasts.

Jamie stood at the end of the bed and ran his calloused hands up my legs making me shiver. “Christ Jamie”, I muttered.

I felt hands touch my inner thighs and knew they were Jamie’s, much larger than Annalise’s. He parted my legs a little more and then his cock pressed between my legs.

“Mmmm Jamie, your cock is so hard.” Annalise cooed, she felt him pressing against me, her pussy still directly on top of mine.

“Mo nighean donn, I will try and be gentle, with the bairn and all.” He moaned, sliding into me with ease, his hands resting on Annalise’s back, helping move her body in a slow rhythm on top of mine. Jamie was pushing deeper inside of me, taking his time. Too much time.

“Oh Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ” I moaned, Annalise’s hand reached back and rubbed my clit as Jamie pulled out of me and thrust back into me hard, shaking Annalise on top of me. My hands found her breasts and I twist her nipples,“Merde Claire!” She cried out, sighing into my body. I gave her nipples another flick with my fingers, watching them turn red and then purple.

“Jamie, please” I begged for him to take me, and he did. He held my ankles and slid out of me briefly to push back in with such force I saw stars. “Ohhhh Jamie” I moaned loudly.

“Sassena-“ Jamie said and I opened my eyes to see him lying on Annalise, his cock still joined with me, he was breathing deeply and I then felt his warm seed in me.

Annalise kissed up my neck to either cheek, and then licked my lips.

I tried to collect myself and began to sit up, pushing Jamie out of me and then Annalise moved her legs so they were wrapped around my waist.

“Annalise…” I began, “Will you have sex with Jamie… while I watch? If you’re okay with that Jamie?” I asked him, now sitting on the edge of the bed, red faced.

“Aye, I’ll do anything ye say Sassenach.” He gave me a smile that reached his eyes, I took notice of his cock, growing harder by the second.

“Oui, Claire, of course I will do that. I want to.” She giggled and turned her face to Jamie and winked.

“I suppose I better get out of the way then.” I said and Annalise detached from me and I decided that I would lie on the lounge, just opposite the end of the bed.

Jamie ears were bright red, he walked over to me on the lounge and bent to kiss me, pausing just before reaching my mouth, “If ye see me doin’ anythin’ ye dinna want me to do wi’ her, ye can stop me Sassenach.” I cupped his face in both hands, “I don’t think there will be any stopping you Monsieur Fraser, and I don’t think I would even want to stop you.” I whispered, slightly embarrassed at how aroused I was feeling.

“I love you mo nighean donn.” He kissed me quickly and I watched his buttocks clench as he walked over to the bed. Annalise was sitting on her knees in the middle of the bed facing the door so that I was seeing their profiles. A much better angle for me to see when they finally joined together. Jamie was cautious, wanting to savour the moment and also I thought from sheer nerves. It wasn’t the first time he had been inside Annalise but it was the first time I was watching them like this.

I settled into the lounge, from my position I could see Jamie’s cock twitch as he sat across from Annalise, legs spread out on either side of her small body. “I want to ride you Jamie, like when we used to ride horses in the countryside.” She said, making Jamie mutter something in Gaelic.

I rested my hands on my breasts, holding their full weight and lightly tracing the areola. Jamie reached for Annalise’s hands and she took them, intertwining them with hers. She lifted off her legs and placed them over Jamie’s, his cock now resting in between their stomachs.

I heard moans and only realised they belonged to me when Jamie looked over at me and smiled softly. I blushed but didn’t try to keep quiet, watching my husband like this was turning me on completely.

Annalise held Jamie in her hand and I watched her spread her legs, sliding him into her with a deep sigh. He placed one hand on her waist but she controlled the movement. Grinding in an upwards motion, slow and deep and then a quick thrust. Her hand let go of Jamie’s and she place it on his chest, pushing him down to lay back.

I trailed one hand down my body, goosebumps raising all along my skin. “Christ” I whispered. I moved one hand to the wetness in between my legs and touched myself in the same rhythm that they moved.

Annalise stared down at Jamie, riding him like the horse she said she would. Gasps and moans came from the bed, Jamie’s hands on her arse. She lifted up slightly, almost letting Jamie slip out of her but then she slid down hard, “Mhac na galla”, Jamie cursed.

I sped up my fingers and entered two inside me, my thumb on my clit. This was the most erotic thing I had ever done, watching Annalise bounce on top of my husband. Annalise cried out in French and Jamie in Gaelic, it was like the United Nations in here.

I came whenever Jamie sat up and forcefully pressed his mouth against Annalise’s, tongues caressing and bodies shifting to better take one another deeper.

They rode out their orgasms, slowing their speed to a slow grind until Jamie kissed her one last time and fell back against the bed, utterly spent. Annalise giggled and leaned down, planting kisses against his nipples. I stood and walked over to the bed and helped Annalise lift off of Jamie, pulling him out of her.

“Mmmm, I dinna know if I can move.” Jamie sighed, staring up at us through hooded eyes.

“Don’t you worry about moving,” I crawled on the bed and slid in next to him, “we can lay here as long as you like.” I kissed him deeply as Annalise found the empty spot on the other side of Jamie. We linked hands and lay them across Jamie’s stomach, this time just above his cock. We all looked from one another, blushing and then burst out in laughs. I couldn’t imagine a better ending to mine and Jamie’s experimenting. Since I first invited Annalise to join us in bed, Jamie had been able to find his way back to me.

“Thank you again Annalise” I said quietly.

“Je vous en prie Claire… and you too Jamie. I think this was our last time together like this, I will always treasure it.” She smiled, moved her head to kiss Jamie and then leant over his body to kiss me.

I fell back against the bed and thought of how Jamie and I would never be the same, we were forever changed by our evening… well evenings we had spent with Annalise de Marillac.

#annalise de marillac #jamie fraser #claire fraser #an evening joined by Annalise de Marillac #fanfic #outlander #paris #outlanderrarepairs

[startswithhope]

past the clouds we’ll find the stars...

Because these two deserve a damn honeymoon (rated M - 1400 words)...

She can’t take her eyes off of morning sun as it burnishes the thick blanket of clouds in orange and red, as wondrous a sight as any of the magic she’s ever witnessed. It’s a welcome distraction, as sleep has eluded her since taking off, her mind still turning with all that has happened and the uncertain future lying ahead. Reminding her that she doesn’t have to face another day alone is the heavy weight of Killian’s head on her shoulder and the warmth of his fingers tangled with hers on his lap. He’d fallen asleep soon after takeoff, mumbling “this bloody contraption better not kill us, Swan” into her ear before pressing a kiss into her shoulder he’d then used as a pillow.

It was only yesterday that they’d been reunited, the final battle over and won. Her parents had begged them to take this time, explaining that David would be taking a break when they got back and prompting that Killian might think about partnering with Emma in a more official capacity in his place. Deputy Jones sounds pretty good to her ears, but she needs to make sure it’s what Killian wants as well. With a full week ahead in Belize, there will be plenty of time to talk. Well, talking isn’t really at the top of her priority list, but she hopes they can squeeze in a few chats between the sex and sun bathing.

Yes, they are actually taking a honeymoon. It’s a damn miracle. And thanks to Killian’s seemingly abundant treasure hidden all over town, they were able to afford a lovely private island where no one can reach them, not without a boat or satellite phone. It’s the reminder of the solitude awaiting them that finally allows her mind to rest and her eyes to close, the smell of Killian’s shampoo as his hair tickles her nose the last thing she remembers before falling asleep.

His tongue catches a drop of coconut-sweetened sweat as it slides down between her breasts, the taste momentarily distracting himself from his task of loosening the knot at her hip holding together the scraps of material she referred to mere minutes ago as her bikini. His jaw had hit the floor at the first sight of her stepping out onto their private sundeck, dark navy triangles covering just her breasts and her sex, anchored to her body with golden knots just begging to be untied. And that’s how he’s found himself here, on his knees with Emma’s hand buried deep in his hair as he leaves love bites down the taught skin of her belly. His fingers finally free the knot and he wastes no time in lifting her leg over his shoulder, relishing the pleasure pain of Emma’s fingernails digging into his scalp as he feels her sex throbbing against the flat of his tongue.  

“Fuck...I knew...oh god...you’d like this bikini…”

Lifting his head from between her legs he looks up at her with a smirk, his fingers reaching around to give her firm ass a squeeze.

“It’s indecent, my love, and you should wear it at home, often...as often as possible.”

He doesn’t give her a chance to reply, instead pulling a deep moan from her lips as he resumes his attention between her legs, tasting and suckling as he begins to ready her for him with his fingers. She’s all warmth and languid movements, hips rocking against his mouth as her body leans back against the wooden railing for support. It’s in moments like this that he misses his other hand, desperately in need of giving himself a few strokes of relief but his remaining fingers are otherwise occupied.

“Killian, get up here…”

Emma’s fingers are pulling at his hair with less than gentle insistence and he breathes a deep sigh of relief against her sex, his hand pulling his swim shorts to the floor as he rises as bidden to meet her lips in a rather dirty kiss. Her hands grip hard at his neck as she sucks his tongue into her mouth, his nose pressing deep into the hot skin of her cheek as his blunted wrist slides down her sweat covered back.

Need has his cock swelling almost painfully between their bellies and he tries to break through the lusty haze of her kiss to guide them to a suitable position for what’s to come next. The chaise lounge behind him will do, and he stops kissing her just long enough to fall back into it and drag her unceremoniously onto his lap. He ignores the sharp end of what he’s sure will be a splinter of bamboo in his arse as Emma slides forward on his thighs, her hands finding anchor beside his head as she rocks her sex over the tip of his cock. The movement has pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as her head falls back, giving him a splendid view of her stretched out, bare and bloody gorgeous.

“You’re killing me, Swan…”

Her head snaps forward as his thumb dips into the crease of her thigh, urging her to spread her legs a bit wider so the next time she rocks forward, he can slip…

“Oh bloody hell…”

Her surge forward is purposeful, sinking him to the hilt within her without warning and leaving him sputtering for an ounce of control. Bloody vixen that she is, she shows no mercy as her hands curl around the back of the chair and she begins to take them on a quick and dirty ride. The gentle lap of the waves against the deck are drowned out by the sounds of their lovemaking, bodies slick with sweat meeting with urgency amidst heated words of encouragement passing from his lips to hers. The tips of her breasts are hard peaks against his chest and he reaches between them to roll her nipple between his fingers, knowing her sensitive spots as well as his own. Her cry of pleasure has him groaning into her mouth, his wrist at her back urging her to ride him harder, faster, finally letting himself go as her release first begins to spasm around his cock.

She’s up on her feet on shaky legs far too soon and he tries to grab at her leg to bring her back, but she just smiles over her shoulder before diving into the crystal blue water. Not one to miss out on round two amidst the warm sea, he follows without haste. She’s on him as soon as his head emerges from the waves, mouth warm and insistent as she circles her legs around his waist and he kicks forward to anchor his foot in the ladder of the floating dock at her back.

Breaking the kiss so he can take a breath, he pushes the wet hair stuck on her cheek back with his fingers before pushing his thumb into the dimple created by the dazzling smile she’s bestowing him with.

“Happy, love?”

“Very. You?”

“Incandescently.”

Her head falls back on a laugh and he pulls her in tighter, his nose catching drops of water falling from her chin as he leans in to press a kiss to her neck.

“Of course you’d pull out an SAT word in this moment.”

“SAT?”

“Oh, sorry, Royal Navy word in your world. It just means you have quite the vocabulary.”

Opening his lips on her throat, he lets his teeth close gently over her skin before soothing the mark with his tongue. Lifting his mouth, he lets his lips brush against her now goosebump covered skin in gruffly spoken whispers.

“If you’d prefer the pirate, I’ve many uncultured words I’m more than happy to utter instead, love.”

The gasp she releases has him proving his point, bringing her to completion with his fingers between her legs and his mouth whispering all the ways he’s imagined of taking her on every single surface of his ship. Afterwards, when her hand finds his erection bobbing between them in the water it takes just a few quick strokes to have him spilling his seed into the sea on a shouted curse.

It’s on their fifth night that she finally asks him about becoming a Deputy, with her head on his chest as they lie in the hammock beneath a blanket of stars.

“Does it mean I will always be by your side, Swan?”

“Yes.”

“And I’ll be helping keep the town safe, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Sounds like what I’ve been doing for a while, so I don’t see the need...

“You’ll be able to throw Grumpy in jail whenever you want.”

“Consider me deputized, Swan.”

#cs ff #cs smut #captain swan #my writing #past the clouds we’ll find the stars... #ouat spoilers #just to be safe

[nei-ning]

Guided Sleep Meditation Raphael x Donatello

My little fic what I wrote to “Fire Meet Gasoline” fanbook. More will be under the cut!

A screen of Don’s computer in his room brought enough light to two lovers who were in Don’s bed having sex silent moans, groans and whispers filling the room with bed’s creak sounds. Lips shared kisses one after another, hands traveled all around on their bodies bringing more pleasure as silent whispers gave away hints of their nearing climaxes.

Raph’s voice turned more raspy groans as he was coming more and more near to his limits, keeping his glowing eyes locked with Don’s shiny orbs and to Don the look in his mate’s eyes was something what brought him over the edge, releasing his load with pressure on his stomach. Hearing Donatello calling his name with such love and need made Raph bury himself fully in his brother’s ass, trembling and releasing his seeds deep inside. Collapsing heavily panting and sweaty beside Don, Raphael felt weight next to him move and warm smaller form was soon pressed against him, blanket sliding on them covering their bodies from cool lair air. Before Don could praise his sex partner from another amazing sex moment his disappointed was clear on his face when hot head was already snoring loudly. Oh well, he will thank him later. Purple banded turtle settled down better having nasty feeling of fear in his guts and that feeling had become so familiar to him during these past few months. Donatello struggled hard not to fall asleep but eventually those eyelids forced themselves closed, his tired mind instantly taking off. It was an hour or so when Donatello woke up to a nightmare. A nightmare about the time when he’d end up in another time and fought against the Shredder with his older future brothers who, sadly, lost their lives in that battle. It left deep mental scars in Don’s mind and it had take long time before Don had start to recover, slowly but surely. Sitting up sobbing and rubbing his eyes, Don felt movement next to him and gentle touch on his arm snapped him out of his thoughts few seconds later. “Ya okay, bro?” Raphael’s voice was raspy, quiet and so gentle it instantly started to ease his purple banded brother’s feelings. Sighing deep Donatello only nodded when Raph sat up next to him. “Another nightmare again?” “Yeah...” Deep sigh left Raphael’s lungs as he started to fall back down gently pulling Don down with him sealing him in his arms, kissing that olive green forehead. “It’s okay, Donnie. I’m right here with ya. Nothing like that will ever happen. Not in our time and world. We’ll beat Shredder before he beats us.” Don smirked a bit as he pressed more closer to his muscular brother’s warm body, his eyes burning and stinging. He wanted to go back to sleep so bad but he was too scared to close his eyes and Raphael sensed this. Gently starting to stroke his brother’s carapace he hoped it to lull his brother, and lover, to sleep but even after 15 minutes Don was still awake in his arms. “Come on, Donnie, close those eyes and get ta sleep.” “I can’t even if I want to.” Sigh hit Don’s head as Raphael’s chest rose and land under him with his deep inhale and long exhale. Don knew he was starting to stress his lover since he needed sleep after all those days what he had been working without any sleep at all but he just couldn’t close his eyes. “Hey.” “Hm?” “I have an idea but I have ta know ya trust me.” Don raised his head up from Raphael’s plastron, looking at him with asking look in his eyes. “Of course I trust you but… Where are you getting at?” “Lay back down and I tell ya.” Gently pressing Don’s head back on his plastron Raphael held his brother close pulling blanket more over them so they were nice and warm once again. Then he took another deep inhale and released it, Don patiently waiting his brother to get ready. “Close your eyes.” “Wha--? I told you I can’t.” “Just do it, Donnie. Trust me.” Hesitating wasn’t something what Don normally did but he feared his nightmare would continue if he closed his eyes but… Then again… His brown eyes met Raphael’s golden orbs, seeing so much love and encouragement in them. Raphael had promised he would be there and there was nothing in Don’s mind what would question that. Raph was a turtle of his words. Nodding once with small movement Don rested his head back in more comfortable position and closed his eyes and it was all black. “Ya closed your eyes?” “Yeah.” “Good. Now I want ya ta only focus on my voice.” Raph felt how Don chuckled a bit, letting their eyes meet once again. “Don’t tell me you try ‘guided mediation’ on me?” “Why I shouldn’t try? If it helps ya ta sleep then I give it a try, do ya like it or not. Now get back down and relax.” Still having small smile on his face Don let out another little chuckle as he pressed back down, relaxing with deep sigh his whole focus on Raphael’s slow whispering and calming voice after Raph had put some fitting relaxing meditation music play from his phone. “It’s alright, Donnie. I’m right here with ya. Keep listening my voice and let it sooth ya ta sleep. Ya breath nice, steady and calm letting your body relax and turn more heavy.” Nuzzling gently against Don’s forehead Raph pressed his lips on warm skin and continued with more silent whispers; “Ya are feeling all warm and safe. Your lids feel heavy with every passing second and your mind is finding peace. Ya want ta fall asleep.” Taking a little pause here Raph gently rose his hand on Don’s carapace, slowly starting to pet it since his brother was still not as relaxed as he wanted him to be. “Ya have nothing ta fear. Nothing can’t harm ya since I’m here and I gotcha. Take a deep inhale of my scent and let it help ya ta relax more. Let go of all fears and worries. Free yourself.” Starting to doubt his skills of helping Don with guided meditation Raphael got surprised when his brother indeed took deep inhale of his scent and relaxed. Air under blanket had started to warm up and it also started to make Raphael feel relaxed but he wasn’t done since Donatello wasn’t sleeping yet. “Do ya feel and see that? Clear blue sky above ya, pure white clouds slowly slipping past while screaming seagulls fly over ya. You feel water stroking your body and you realize ya are floating in crystal clear ocean water, waves gently swinging ya towards the shore. Your carapace hits the shore in most gentle way and ya lay perfectly still closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of sun warming ya, waves caressing your lower body, and warm silky sand making small rustle sounds when a crab walks past ya behind your head.” Taking a little break to breath, Raphael continued. “So how are ya feeling? Your legs should be heavy like the rest of your body, ya should be all warm, relaxed and comfortable. Ya are feeling so damn good ya ain’t wanting ta move a muscle.” Feeling Don really started to be extremely relaxed and warm, Raphael rolled them on their sides being face to face with his lover. Good, Don didn’t react to it so he was very close of falling a sleep. Slowly sliding his arm over Don’s side Raph kept holding him close while carefully placing his leg on those thinner legs. Pulling blanket fully over their heads it started to feel like if the two of them were safe in warm nest like baby turtles in sand. Resting his chin on Don’s head Raph went on. “It’s nice, warm and peaceful in my arms and in your mind. Ya are happy and floating into a dream world of beautiful and peaceful dreams. Your breathing is still going on nice and steady while ya are feeling how all cells in your body have reach their maximum level of relaxation. Ya are more then ready and willing ta fall asleep.” Staying perfectly still silently Raphael listened Don’s breathing what had changed. It indeed was now slow and calm and despite the fact Raph couldn’t see Don’s face, he felt the relaxation on that adorable face. Small smile of joy and pride spread slowly overtaking sai user’s lips. Raphael never hadn’t done this to others but at times to himself when he had find it difficult to fall asleep and it always had helped him so now that he’d had a chance to use it on someone else, he was eager to do it… and he was happy he had. Kissing Don’s head carefully Raphael took deep inhale of Don’s scent closing his eyes. “Good night, Donnie. I love ya.” Closing his eyes and resting his head better on Don’s pillow Raphael closed his eyes focusing on still playing music behind his head on low volume, letting it lull him to sleep as well only to find out he was sharing the same dream with Donatello. Both of them were on this huge field full of purple and red flowers side by side, holding hands as they walked forward finally finding a good spot to lay down and let flowers surround them, their scent being sweet and relaxing. Holding one another they enjoyed this peaceful and beautiful dream and they weren’t in a rush to wake up any time soon.

#tmnt #tmnt2003 #tcest #Raphael #Donatello #fanfic #neis writing #text #fanbook #guided meditation

[suulphr]

ALL HAIL TO THE BLACK IN TOMORROWS NIGHT, THE NEXT IS FORTH AND FORWARD, THE BLACK IN MY EYES IS TURNING CORDLESS UPWARD, SKYWARD

HIGH TO LOW AND TIDES RECEDING, RECOILING AS THE METAL FALLS UNSTABLE AND EXPANDS HOT AND DE-SHAPES THE LAND THAT IS SOAKED AFTER HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF YEARS OF BLOODSHED THAT LEADS TO FLOODING AND EATS THE STORY ALIVE. THIS IS THE STORY OF BLOOD.

THE PACK OF HUNGRY LIONS HEARS THE DISTRESS CALL OF A YOUNG GIRL AND HER YOUNG BLOOD IS RECTIFIED AND MOVES CAREFREE BUT CAREFUL AND STEPPING AROUND INNOCENCE UNTIL SHE IS ALONE, THE LIONS FOLLOW HER TO THE ROAD. THE SOULLESS MEN LEFT UNREMEMBERED AND BLOODY IN THE WOODED JUNGLE TURN COLD.

WHY ARE YOU HAUNTED? YOU COULD WANDER FOREVER, JUST WALK RIGHT OFF THE EDGE.

BLUE LINOLEUM AND PINK GLASS MILK PITCHERS CIRCA 1991

SANDCASTLES TOPPLING IN LIVING ROOMS,

HOODED GLOWING EYES UNDER HOODS RIDING DEATHLESS ON HORSEBACK TO THE BLACKENED NIGHT-VEIL

A CAMOUFLAGED COLLAGE OF FRESH RED MEAT AND TEETH BARED TO THE GROUND OVER TAPE-DRAWN BODIES OUTLINED AND BLOOD SPATTERED PATTERNS MIMICKING OVERFLOWING RIVERBEDS SWELLED TO LAKES AND COOLING LAVA

//OUR SANTA MUERTE, O GREAT LADY OF DEATH, WHO WILL COME FOR US ALL, KIND AND GENTLE BE YOUR KISS. WHEN YOU COME TO END MY LIFE, MAY I BE FREE OF ANY REGRETS. THANK YOU FOR THIS DAY, ONE MORE BEAUTIFUL DAY, THAT I MAY HAVE IT TO LIVE, LOVE, AND LAUGH MY OWN WAY. AMEN. - -

THAT MAYBE IF MY ENVIRONMENT IS WORKING WITH MY AMBITIONS TO STAY CLEAN AND HEALTHY, THERE STILL MIGHT BE A POSSIBILITY THAT THEY’LL SAW CLEAN THROUGH THE HINGED-FRAME OF MY SNOW-COLORED SKULL LIKE GIFT-WRAPPING OVER A HARD-COVER BOOK AND MY THOUGHTS COULD STILL BREATHE FREE, CLEAN LIKE POEMS DOTTING THE EDGES OF LINED PAPER LIKE FLOATING SINGING PRAYER FLAGS LIGHTING UP IN THE WIND AND SUNNED-STRETCH SHOW OF SHINING SNOW BLANKETING HIGHTOP MOUNTAINS WHILE STUDENTS OF THE UNKNOWABLE AND DIVINE REALMS LEAVE THEIR BLOOD AND BODIES AND COME BACK FROM OVERLOOKING INFINITE WORLDS BELOW.

PRAYING FOR PEACE, AND NOT TO BE EATEN ALIVE, AT LEAST NOT WITH THIS MUCH HATE FOR THE IGNORANT WHO KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO AND ACID-DAMP-COLD-BUT-BURNING FLESHING OUT THE UNTIMED MOVEMENTS TRYING TO CLEAVE A SPACE FOR ANYTHING BRIGHT AND TEMPERATE, NON-EXTREME, SO I DON’T HAVE TO PASS DOWN THE CONFUSION AND SOMEONE STRUGGLES TO GET THE POISON OUT OF DIRTY NAILS, UNBITTEN BUT UNKEPT AND TOO-BUSY SCREAMING TO FIND THE RUBBING ALCOHOL AND NOT EDUCATED ENOUGH TO KNOW WHETHER IT WILL HELP OR NOT.

YOU CAN PUT ISOPROPYL ALCOHOL ON AREAS OF THE SKIN TOUCHED BY POISON IVY TO AVOID A RASH BUT IF YOU PUT IT ON A SNAKE BITE IT WILL SLOW THE HEALING PROCESS, MOVING AROUND WILL MAKE THE VENOM SPREAD FASTER THROUGH THE BODY. A SNAKE CAN MISTAKE ITS OWN TAIL FOR PREY AND ACCIDENTALLY POISON ITSELF, WHILE SOME SPECIES HAVE BECOME IMMUNE TO THEIR OWN VENOM.

“It never gets easier, you just get better.”

CALM DOWN, WALK LIGHT OVER THE GATE, OVER THE BRIDGE, UNDER IT ON TOO-HOT DAYS, VISION BLURRING OR MELTING AS THE WIND PICKS UP, FATED, SOMETHING ILL AND NUMB STIRRING IN THE EYES-SIDING ALONG AND SILENTLY PRAYING FOR DEATH.

The Sumerians told a story that said while Enki and Ninmah were setting to create the earth, as lesser gods, they were burdened by the task and complained to the primeval mother, Namma, about their hard work. She then urged Enki to create a substitute to complete the work for them, she took up clay to knead and gave birth to the first humans. Enki was then tasked to “educate” them. I AM SELFBORN FROM THE THE HEART OF THE MOVING LAND. I REMEMBER THE DAY STRANGE MEN LOOKING TORN FROM THE HIGHER DENSITY DESCENDED FROM THE SKY TO ALREADY FERTILE LAND LOOKING FOR SOME FALSE EXPANSION THEY BROUGHT OVER FROM ANOTHER STAR SYSTEM. HOW MUCH WEIGHT IS MY FLOATING BLOOD WORTH IN MONOATOMIC GOLD AND WHERE DOES THE SEA TURN INTO THE SHORE AND WHATS THE LINE BETWEEN THE SHORE AND THE SAND.

DON’T BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU SEE, IF LIFE HAS NO GUARANTEE THAN DEATH IS JUST ON VACATION AND I’M RECITING ANCIENT POEMS THAT ARE TUGGING INFINITE AND MERCILESSLY ON THE ROPES HIDING, DESCENDING BELOW THE RING-EDGE OF THE WELL SWINGING MY HEART DRUNK ON BLOOD AND HOW SILLY THAT I USED TO THINK NO ONE WOULD REMEMBER ME AND HOW NOW I AM RE-READING WORDS WRITTEN SOFTLY BY FIRELIGHT A HANDFUL OF STRETCHED CENTURIES-WORTH OF LETTERS AND POSTCARDS AWAY FROM ME WHERE I AM AND BY HANDS NO LONGER MOVING WITH THEIR BLOOD BUT IM GLEAMING, SMILING WIDE ON THE INSIDE AND THINKING ABOUT REVENGE AND CONSEQUENCES AND BARRIERS AND BORDERS AND RED ROOMS, RED SHOES BURNED BLACK AND TURNED ASH, RED HARD-COVER BOOKS AND PAINTED-WHITE BRICK CELLS A HOP OVER FROM THE IDEA OF THE FUTURE NEXT TO A BURNING HASH BUSH AND FALLING REGIMES MASKING DECAY LIKE A DEATH DECOY.

OLD TAPES AND OLD BOOKS DESTROYED.

I’M THINKING SOFTLY ABOUT LEAVING AND NEVER COMING BACK AND THEN RABBITS FOOT SCREECHING GOOD-LUCK DREAMS AND ROOTS AND SKIES AND SEEDS AND SEA-CLEAN-SUN-VISION-REEF-OF-LIVING-SCENES. I’M BREATHING FOR FREE.

BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS HIGHLIGHTING THE STRUCTURAL CONSISTENCY OF CHAOS AND HOW NATURE BENDS ITSELF FOREVER UPWARD TOWARD LIFE, FOREVER CIRCLING DOWN TOUCHING SOIL TO SOUL TO ROOT AND SAP-BLOOD CASCADING LIKE ANY OLD PIECE OF AMBER POLISHING A RACKET INSIDE THE TUMBLER AND FINDING MOVEMENT AGAIN ACROSS OPEN ROADS AND SHADE AND LIGHT CUTTING THROUGH THE WINDOWS.

I NEVER THOUGHT THAT I WOULD GET HERE TO WHERE I AM NOW, HAPPY AND LEANING INTO IT STILL NOT EXPECTING ANYTHING, STRETCHING COLD BUT GETTING THERE AND IM TRYING NOT TO BURN EVERYTHING I TOUCH BUT I FEEL THIS LIGHT HEAT-CRACKING THROUGH ALL THE SCARS IN MY SKIN. VOICE TAPPING UNSURE AT MY THROAT AND I STILL HAVE HOPE BUT ITS NOT MUCH BUT I GUESS I AM MAKING IT ENOUGH.

I SEE EYES MILES AWAY GLOWING THROUGH DENSE DARK TREES, TIME-TRAVELING STANDING STILL TO 1977 IN FRANCE FOR THE LAST PUBLIC EXECUTION BY GUILLOTINE, HE DIED 12 DAYS AWAY FROM HIS BIRTHDAY AT 27 YEARS OLD AFTER KIDNAPPING AND MURDERING HIS 22 YEAR OLD GIRLFRIEND. HIS DEFENSE REVOLVED AROUND THE AMPUTATION OF HIS LEG SIX YEARS EARLIER WHICH HIS LAWYER CLAIMED HAD DRIVEN HIM TO ALCOHOL ABUSE AND VIOLENCE, “TURNING HIM INTO A DIFFERENT MAN.”

I PICTURE A BEHEADED GHOST WALKING AROUND CARRYING HIS HEAD AND TRYING TO FEED HIMSELF RED-WINE AND IT JUST FALLS THROUGH THE EXPOSED WINDPIPE. HE INTRODUCES HIS HEADLESS BODY TO THE BODY-LESS HEAD AND THEN ASKS HIMSELF HOW DID HE GET SO AT CHEST-LEVEL?

PICTURE OF BLOOD CLIMBING THE GRAVITY FROM THE THIRD-STORY CRASHED WINDOW TO THE FLOOR BELOW.

SOAKED-RED MEDICAL TOOLS, LACE-WHITE DOILIES MUTING THE DARK METAL CLANK OF THE GUN SET AGAINST THE WARM WOODEN NIGHTSTAND, NEXT TO THE CERAMIC-WHITE CHERUB STATUE AND THE OFF-WHITE LAMP LIGHTING THE GREEN ARMCHAIR. CHRISTMAS COLORS A NAIVE SENTIMENTALITY CONTRASTED AGAINST THE HALO OF BRIGHT BLOOD AND BRAIN-MATTER PAINTING THE WHITE WALL RED AND TURNING MY LUNCH INTO SICK OPEN-AIR GREEN. THE CARDINALS SINGING IN THE BRANCH-SHADE-COOLING-BUT-LIGHT-SKIP PEPPERED ORGANIZED CHAOS OF PINE TREES PROTRUDING SPIKED AND EVERGREEN FROM THE COLD AND WARM GROUND. THE SOUND IS CLEAN.

THE COMPLICATED OVER-GLORIFIED MOLTOV COCKTAIL TURNS-MISSES THE CROWD AND HITS ARMORED POLICE.

THE FIRE TRANSMUTES INTO GOLDEN-POISON-ORANGE FROM THE PAINTED IMAGE OF ARMY GREEN, CRACK-POP-SPARKLING THE METAL LIKE REMEMBER HOW YOU GOT THIS SHAPE, THE SUN BOILED THE WOOD FOR THE PENCIL TO DRAW THIS BLUEPRINT OF IMPOSING PUKE-GRIME-SALT-AND-SCUM-OF-NATURES-HYBRID-DEATH-TALKERS HAILING A COLOR AND STALKING BLOOD AND DROWNING IN IT WHILE TRYING TO CAMOUFLAGE INTO THE HEAVY WOODLAND, DODGING GREEN SWAYING TREES, NOT REALIZING RED IS THE DIRECT OPPOSITE COLOR ON THE PAINTERS WHEEL MEANING CONTRAST HIGHLIGHTS IRONY AND THE NIGHT IS BLACK LIKE CLOSING YOUR EYES. MOVEMENT IS EASIER TO DEFINE THAN COLOR. THE SOUND IS CLEAN, THE POISON-ORANGE SPARK REVERTS-OPPOSITE IMPRINTING THE SPOT TURQUOISE TO THE FLESH OF THE EYE. THE SILENCED FOOTSTEPS ARE HEAVY WITH THE QUIET UNCLEAN PAUSE-BEAT OF TWILIGHT SEARCHING FOR SMALLER, QUIET VOICES TRAINED ON THE SHAPE OF THE LIGHT FIXTURE, FOCUSED PATIENT ON FLESHY GREEN ROADS LINED IN CONSISTENT LEAVING AND ALMOST LEAVING AND SOMETIMES COMING BACK FOR A CAMERA SUSPENDED TRI-LEGGED AND SHUTTER OPEN 30 MINUTES TO GET THE SHAPE OF THE LIGHT BENDING EXTENDED AND JUST MOVING ALONG BRANCHES AS THE LINE BETWEEN THE DAY AND THE NIGHT FADES FROM INKWELL, TO DARK END OF THE OCEAN, TO FOREST-FIRE-SMOKE YELLOW-GREY, TO POTENT-CLEAR BUT NOT SATURATED LILAC, THEN MORNING HEAT MELTING THE AIR INTO COTTON-CANDY BLUE UNTIL ITS TOO STUCK-STICKY-SWEET TO KEEP SLEEPING. YOU HAVE THE PICTURE AND NOW YOU HAVE THE DREAM OF RUNNING THROUGH THE DARK JUNGLE HEARING THE TREES WHINE AND SING WAR SONGS OUT OF STANDARD TIME WITH THE PARADE-LINE. THE IMPACT SITE OF BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA TO THE LEFT RIBS SETTLES AND BRUISES INTO THE SHAPE OF A SKULL AND HERES THE CROSSROADS: IF IT IS A WARNING OR A WINK FROM FALLEN BLOOD. LEARNING TO FALL RIGHT, STEPPING IN FRONT OR FALLING TO THE FLOOR, SETTING TRAPS AND GUARDING WATCHING, WAITING FOR THE BLOOD TO MOVE OXIDIZING SKYWARD AND BROKEN, VERSUS GETTING OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN AND REMINDING YOURSELF OF BLACK SILHOUETTES STANDING SKYWARD WITH ARMS RAISED OVER RAGING FIRES.

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Skincare Routine

Heeyoooo, Pavos. So it's been a minute since I've been on here. To be honest, January is my least favorite month.  The weather is usually lame (unless there is snow!), and I just feel like it's slow.  There isn't much to look forward too, and it kinda puts me in a slump.  Lately, my weekends have been packed, so when I do have down time, I'm trying to play catchup on things that need to get done.  I'm usually pretty good about posting to tha gram, but it's harder for me to do blog posts. I had worked so hard on an earlier post, but it ended up being too behind the times and frustrating, so I bagged it altogether.   Instead, I'm coming at you today with my newly updated skincare routine, and I hope you enjoy!

    So skincare is my ish, has been since I was in high school.  Through research and growing up, I've learned how important taking care of your skin is, and I'd love to share with y'all how I keep mine in shape.  People always think I'm younger than I actually am, but that won't automatically keep my skin young as I age.  This past year, I became dissatisfied with my old routine, and needed to switch things up. My skin is combination, which means my T-zone is more oily, and the surrounding areas are normal-dry. Below I'll discuss my morning and night routine, and why I love each product I'm using!

Morning:

Cleanser: Bare Minerals Trio - I started off using "Clay Chameleon", and then bought this trio at Christmas time.  To me, a morning cleanser doesn't need to be anything too fancy or special. I just need something that will take off any excess residue from the night before without stripping my skin too much. These cleansers came in smaller sizes so that the consumer could test each one, which of course, lured me in. I liked "Clay Chameleon", but wanted to try the others, so this worked well for me.

Toner: Pixi Glow Tonic - Obviously, this is just a baby sample, but I first picked it up to make sure the product didn't irritate my sensitive skin. I've since purchased the "Glow To Go" Glow Tonic pre-moistened pads, and I love them!  These have glycolic acid in them, which helps to exfoliate your face in a gentle way.  I have blackheads and large pores, so this is essential to my skincare regimen. One of my goals for 2017 is to really tackle my blackheads and keep my pores clear, so I'll keep y'all updated on my progress!

Moisturizer: Pond's Clarant B3 lotion:  This lotion was given to me by my bae's mom because she didn't like it. I used to have a sample size and I knew it worked on my skin, so I snatched it up.  This cream helps to eliminate or fade dark spots and scars.  I don't have a ton of acne scars, nor do I get rad zits very often, but this helps fade any discoloration I may have.  The smell is minimal and clean, and the lotion leaves my face feeling moisturized, but not greasy.

Eye Cream: 100% Pure Caffeine Eye Cream - I got a lil sample of this in my old Birchbox subscription and immediately fell in love! It smells like chocolate, and works well for dark circles.  I have since purchased a full size.  Some people may not want to use an eye cream in the morning, but because I bake my under-eyes and I have dark circles, I need it.  

Night:

Cleanser - Yes to Coconut: Cream Cleanser - I used to have the Yes to Coconut Moringa Seed Oil Cleanser, but I switched when I started running out. I still have a smidge of it left, but I couldn't find it when I went back to Target.  The new cream cleanser is essentially the same, just a different formula.  The older formula is incredible at "melting off" your makeup (it's on the packaging), so just for info, I'll tell y'all how I used it.  I would apply it dry to my face and really work it in. The formula was greasy, so it spread well.  Then I'd rinse it off, and voila!  My face was clean as a whistle.  The cream cleanser works much in the same way, but I don't usually use it dry. It tends to need a bit of water to work it up.  Both left my face feeling clean, but also very hydrated.

Toner - Paula's Choice Skin Perfecting 2% BHA Liquid Exfoliant - This is another one of those things I wanted to try for my pores. The BHA (Beta Hydroxy Acid) helps clear pores, redness, wrinkles, and diminish pore-size.  I read some reviews online that it was irritating, so when I ordered it, I also ordered some lil samples. (Side perk: PC has everything in sample form, so you can try anything)  I figured I'd use the samples to ensure I didn't have a reaction.  If it had irritated my skin, I could have returned the unopened full size.  Within the first couple days of using this, I noticed that my skin seemed brighter and smoother.  It did dry out areas on my forehead, so I made sure to heavily moisturize at night.  I'll have to do a 3-4 month update, because my pores are going to take awhile.

Moisturizer: St. Ive's Timeless Skin:  This stuff is the bomb. It retails for around $5 dollars at Walmart, and smells fresh.  The formula isn't super heavy, but it does a great job of keeping my skin hydrated.  The collagen and elastin help with anti-aging and wrinkles, two things I'm paranoid about.  I decided to try this after having seen another beauty blogger rave about it, and I'm so glad I did.  For the price, you get an amazing amount of product, and it works!

Exfoliator: St. Ive's Green Tea Blackhead Scrub - I've had samples of this a few times, but never really thought to buy it. I always liked it, but I had some other full size exfoliator on hand.  A few months ago, I purchased a Yes To Grapefruit exfoliating cleanser, and was honestly disappointed.  That spurred me to go ahead and buy this one because I remembered how I'd liked it before.  The ingredients are all natural, it does an amazing job exfoliating without being too harsh, and it smells yummy!  I'm really glad I decided to go in on this product, because it has proved to be a favorite. I use it about twice a week to slough off any dead skin, and it works like a dream!

Eye Cream - Nip+Fab Viper Venom - I got this product on sale at Ulta after randomly perusing the aisles, but I actually really like it.  It came in a big tube, so it's lasted me a fairly long while.  It helps to plump up fine lines and keep my eyes feeling fresh.  I may go for a different eye cream when this one's done, but for now, I'm a fan.

    That's it for my normal routine, but I'd like to add that I try and do a face mask at least once a week, and sometimes I supplement in my Bare Minerals Brilliant Future serum.  If I need an extra layer of moisture and vitamins, I pack this puppy on.  I originally used their skingevity serum, but I honestly wasn't very impressed. Lots of people raved about it, but I didn't really see any difference in my skin.  This serum is better, because it could work well on it's own, but also works great as a supplement.  The other serum wasn't moisturizing enough to be used on it's own.  

    I also just bought a pore-refining gel from Yes To Grapefruit. I haven't actually used it yet, but I'm excited to see how it performs. It's sort of a treatment type thing, so it's something I'd use a few nights a week.  

    That's all for my skincare routine!! See y'all next time!