#(neither of them are my muses and I couldn’t care less)

[chuluoyi]

✎ wedding anniversary

- gojo satoru x reader

seven years of dating, two years of wedded bliss, and gojo is having his greatest existential crisis yet... all because this year, you apparently have forgotten the most important day of your lives

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—heavy smut, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, slight breeding kink, crack, drunk, lovesick and possessive gojo (nanami is so very done with him), also fluff !!

note: back to chu's thirsting hour :') based on a fellow gojo fucker's very helpful brainrot (chiyo if you see this, hii!😗) pls give it some love bc this has gone through not showing up in the tags 5x already *sobs*

a part of gojo's love entries

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To this day, it was still beyond Nanami why you, his very sensible former classmate, would have Gojo Satoru as your husband.

“She... doesn't—hic!—care about m-me... anymore!”

But well, to each their own.

“Gojo—”

“Today is our—hic!—anniversary!”

This is exhausting. It had been 30 minutes ever since the blindfolded shithead started rambling his sorrows. “She is probably just busy, you don't have to—”

“I r-really thought—hic!—she would at least n-not forget it l-like that!”

“Please, stop this nonse—”

Satoru snapped his head so swiftly that Nanami was startled, pointing out an accusatory finger at his face. “You stop!—you don't understand, Nanami!”

The said man flinched, taken aback, before feeling the surge of irritation coursing through his veins.

Sure, Nanami would gladly admit that he didn't understand. He neither had the time nor energy to. It was beyond him that he was even entertaining this blubbering idiot at this time of the day, in a bar no less. How did he get roped into this in the first place?

Actually, he had minus interest in your marital affairs, but Gojo was latching onto him all day, rambling about how excited he was for this day for weeks now, until you gave him a call, saying you would be home late and disregarded his very open anticipation. You broke his heart to pieces, apparently.

Amidst his heartbroken musings, Gojo followed him to his frequented bar, where he proceeded to down multiple glasses without any supervision.

“Am I really t-that lousy? Can’t be it… I’m s-strong, d-dashing… rich—”

Nanami released a guttural sigh, messaging his temples. How could this idiot have no shame while spouting all of this?

“Will s-she… divorce me next…?” he abruptly blurted, eyes widening as saucers and full of clarity all of a sudden. Satoru firmly tugged at his suit and forced him to face him. “Nanamin…! S-she won’t divorce me, r-right?!”

Oh, to hell with it. Nanami couldn’t take this anymore. He was done and he had no patience to tolerate it any longer.

He shrugged him off, and pulled out his phone to dial your number. “Hello? Please, come pick your husband. He’s a public nuisance!”

In fact, you didn’t forget your anniversary.

How could you? Satoru made it his point to drop hints about it almost every day, and you actually struggled to be indifferent about it because you also had things planned out.

A present—already taken care of thanks to your mail order of Rolex’s newest collection watch, and a treat—a two-tier mochi cake he had been staring at with literal stars in his eyes on your last date.

Which has become the problem. The bakery had mishandled your delivery and you had to wait for them to remake it. It was 8pm already and you couldn't help but worry. Satoru must be feeling utterly despondent by now, thinking you had forgotten a day that meant so much for both of you.

And so when you got a call from Nanami, you dropped everything to get him and told the bakery to arrange for the delivery tomorrow, because you knew... nothing good ever came out of Satoru getting drunk.

"I missed youuuu~! Dearest, darling— my universe!"

To Satoru, the everything around him was a blur of lights and hiccups when you came to retrieve him. Nanami was so eager to wash his hands off him, leaving you with a pointed grimace as if pitying you.

. . .

"A-are you going to—hic!—leave m-me?" Satoru slurred for the nth time now, stumbling inside your house with you propping him.

"For the last time, no, but I'm tempted to," you hissed, throwing him a glare. Your husband was a very unpleasant drunk because he wasn't even a drinker in the first place. "Satoru—walk properly!"

You managed to get him into your bedroom, where Satoru flopped onto the bed, dissolving into groans. You exhaled deeply and plucked the buttons of his shirt open, trying to get him change into his sleepwear.

"Ah... haaah," suddenly he caught your hand and placed it on his bare chest, his eyes blazing into yours, rambling, "Sweetheart—please. I c-can't live without you now... I'm sorry—I'm sorry for anything, or everything, I don't even know but—please don't hate me—"

"Satoru..." Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. Why was he this spooked? "I'm not leaving you, okay?"

"I promise you, I'll do better—" his voice was watery, as if his throat was clogged up. "I'll be better..." His voice then reduced into a whisper. The alcohol had stripped away his facade, leaving his raw emotions exposed.

Something inside you lurched. Throughout the nine years you have been with him, Gojo Satoru was always irritatingly self-assured, and so seeing him like this— so openly fragile, it did more than just churn your insides; it made you realize the depth of his feelings.

In that moment, you knew your reassurance meant everything.

"I'm not going anywhere, yeah?" you placed your other hand over his, offering him a genuine, soft smile. “Satoru, I’ve put up with your ass for more than nine years. So…” you shifted your eyes away, suddenly feeling embarrassed, before looking at him again. “I'm here... for you, always.”

His grip on your hand loosened slightly, but the intensity in his gaze didn't wane, and you would've laughed when he hiccupped next if you weren't feeling the overwhelming warmth in your chest.

But oh you wouldn't have expected it, because one heartbeat later, he yanked you down to the bed— crashing his lips against yours.

“Mmmph!”

He tangled his nimble fingers on your hair, and his other hand slipped inside your blouse, unclasping your bra in one flick. You let out a gasp, "Satoru—! "

Before you could even gasp, in the next second, he flipped you over— seizing your puffy lips once more. His hands now moved with more urgency, squeezing your breasts rather roughly, flicking your nipples with the pads on his thumbs.

And soon, far sooner than you thought...

"Who else gets to see you like this?" Satoru inquired darkly after you were naked under him, his voice low and deep. He was no longer that stupid husband of yours, rather the wanton man of your nightly wonders.

Without warning, he slid one of his fingers into your folds, probing your walls, and a gasp escaped you as you arched your back, throwing your head back on the sheets.

"No— one," your voice came in a breathless moan, still reeling. "H-how can y-you ask me—" Stretching you out even further, he entered another finger and you wailed, "Mmgh!"

He had always loved the sounds you made and how you were so pretty squirming under him like this. And before you knew it, his face was inches from your cunt, blowing hot air into your sensitive flesh.

"Tell me, who is the only person who gets to see you like this?"

Your eyes rolled back, words died on your tongue as his skilled tongue ran down on your drenched pussy. You instinctively tried to close your legs around his head, but he firmly held them apart.

"You." Panting, your mind racing to form coherent thoughts. You managed to mutter, "Only you... No one else—hah—just y-you...!"

He suckled on your clit hungrily then, rewarding you for your honesty. Squelching noises echoed around your marital bed as your arousal pooled around his fingers— you being so incredibly, irrevocably close to your release.

"Haaah, ngh—mmph!—Satoru, I'm a-about to—!" but then, in one cruel twist, he withdrew his digits, and your pussy throbbed at the loss.

You muffled your whines, feeling betrayed and irritable. "What—why—!?"

"Don't think that I'll let you cum anywhere else but my cock," he stated gallantly with an unusually stern expression, blue eyes narrowing as he assessed your wetness. Right in front of your eyes, his cock sprung after he let it out of his pants.

"Soon, you'll feel me..." Your eyes shamelessly followed his long length as he placed it on your lower belly. "...there."

Everything about him using that taunting tone turned you on, and true to his words, he soon slid himself inside you. He let out a low grunt at the feeling of how your walls clenching around him and you whined, the pain of being stretched making you almost sob.

"Shit, hold still," Satoru groaned, pushing down on your belly. "You're so tight— relax for me a bit, sweetheart? You're doing so, so fucking well."

His words went through you, and you could feel yourself opening more to ease his intrusion. Next thing you knew, he was buried deep inside you, and his gaze met you once again.

"Are you okay?" he asked between breaths, voice softening. When you nodded in response, he planted a kiss on your chest.

"I love you," he said in a rasp, eyes piercing your soul. "I’ll give you anything. My body, heart, soul—you can have it all. In return, you just have to promise one thing." His eyes, now clearer, deprived of the earlier haze, boring straight into you like an arrow.

"Don't ever leave me."

"I won't," you replied resolutely, catching your breath. Your own eyes shone with your love for him, making it even. "For as long as I live, it's going to always be you."

Satoru gazed at you as if you were his skies and stars, and before he started pounding into you, he vowed—

"Then I'm yours."

And soon, you were a nothing more than a frenzy, hot mess. You couldn’t help the nasty moans flying out of your lips as he kept barreling into you. His grunts reverberated throughout the room, rutting you through your hazed mind.

And the way he was whispering provocations into your ear, pushing you further into ecstasy at the mere thought of—

"What if... I get you pregnant this time?" A thrust. "Just imagine—" Another. "My wife, all round—" Another. "—just because I—am doing this to her—!"

You were barely registering his rambles at this point. Your walls clenching around his girth impossibly tight and you let him claim you as his thoroughly, your legs locking around his waist.

"Ah—ngh, mmrgh! Satoru—more!"

This wasn't you, the usual you wouldn't be this daring— but even you'll be more than forgiven tonight.

Satoru's jaw tightened at the sheer pleasure you brought him, his ego stroked, and his heavenly eyes darkened as you begged and dug your nails into him. He was so close, he could feel it. Your moans was enough to lead him to cum right here and there.

But before that, he was determined to show you, to whom you truly belong.

“My wife.” He growled. A thrust.

“Mine.” You gasped. Harder.

“All mine.” Deeper.

"Yes," you cried. "Yours— all yours, so please—!"

And three deep thrusts later, Satoru finally busted his load inside you, spurts after spurts painting your wall white— filling you up so hard it was spilling out. And your orgasm followed in immediate effect along with your hitched screams of pleasure, before the two of you collapsed on each other, a mix of groans and sweat, entwined in cum, bliss and exhaustion.

"Love you, sweetheart," you heard him murmuring in your ears, enveloping you in a warm embrace as you drifted into sleep.

Next morning, you were awoken to soft hums in your ears.

"Oh, the sleeping beauty awakens." The first sight you saw was Satoru's cheeky grin, and him pecking you on the lips. "How are you?"

"Mmm..." you winced, feeling the slight twinge between your legs. He noticed it and gently untangled himself from you, fingers tracing your waist. "Don't move around too much, you're going to bother my little swimmers, you know."

It took you a few seconds to realize what he meant and you glared at him. "You horny weirdo. I just woke up."

“Heh heh heh~ Don't take it too seriously! I was just trying to get you to smile.” He pinched your cheeks and then mused, “Well, I'd actually be surprised if we made it last night...”

"You're not funny," you retorted. You had been feeling weird and that was when you saw it.

The dazzling, massive diamond ring. On your finger. Wait, is that Graff's Tribal Collection?

"Satoru..." you mumbled, lifting your hand in shock, your eyes fixed on the piece that likely cost more than your monthly wage. "You..."

"Do you like it?" his smile was so easy and light, adoring the sight of you. You were so adorable, marveling at the little gift he got you.

"What do you mean—" you stuttered, turning to him. "Are you crazy?! I can't wear something this expensive—!"

"But that's exactly my point. It's a gift, meant to spoil my wife."

"You are mad," warmth flooded your cheeks, your heart fluttering with joy. You were unbelievably giddy because your husband really knew the way to your heart, yet you'd be damned if you let the excitement show in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression souring, and with a mocking tone, he accused you, "Actually, you're the one who's gone mad. I can't believe you forgot our anniversary!"

"I didn't, you dummy. I was out picking up your favorite mochi cake before you got yourself wasted." You turned away from him, shyly. "And I got a gift for you too."

"Oh? Oooh! Really!? What is it?!"

He was back to his silly self again, and you could only shake your head, wondering how the sex god from last night and this fool was the same person.

Yet, you felt nothing but love. Your heart couldn't help but melt for him when you saw that carefree grin.

And you couldn't be more grateful to the stars for bringing him into your life.

. . .

Oh, and little did you know that his little swimmers also made the goal last night— as three weeks later, you found yourself clutching the first of your pregnancy tests, which was showing a positive.

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[artethyst]

~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister!OC/Reader

“Enjoying fatherhood Brother?” Came Lucien’s sarcastic voice at the sight of Eris- High Lord of Autumn, nothing less than dishevelled.

Eris offered him no response, the circles beneath his eyes telling his brother enough before you swanned in with a fluffy bundle secure in your arms.

If his son were not so cute, he might have cursed the boy for robbing him of sleep for the past week, a new habit he had seemed to adopt whenever he was left alone in his cot at night.

Despite the Healer’s advising against it, saying it was very much normal and the boy would only grow needier, Eris couldn’t stand to hear his child’s pained cries.

He knew how it felt to feel abandoned.

Unloved.

His son would never feel the same.

Even if his Mate berated him for turning soft or some of the more traditional- slowly withering branches of Beron’s Advisory circle scathingly judged him for it.

Motherhood looked good on you- a warm glow to your unblemished skin and new life within those once lifeless cheeks that had struck Eris with horror as he had been forced to watch you- lying there, bleeding out.

The Healers telling him neither you nor your babe would survive.

And whilst he did not tell you, the memory of it, even now, months later, left him sleepless. And despite trying his very best never to think of how you looked- the thought of you ever being taken from him, he still felt sick at the thought.

He might have envied how naturally parenthood had come to you- how beautiful you still were despite it all, but he loved you too much to ever care about his own troubles in comparison.

As you approached, Eris instinctively wrapped a strong arm around your waist, if he had been protective before and especially during your pregnancy, it was nothing compared to now.

It was as though he still needed visceral proof- feel the warmth of your beating heart next to his to remind himself you were well.

Well and alive.

Lucien didn’t have the heart to tease his brother about it.

Baby Silas began to stir against your chest, his wide amber eyes curiously blinking as his little fist moved to his yawning lips, slobbering over his knuckles with a guiltless, dimpled smile.

He made little cooing noises, small tufts of red hair delicate and curled atop his head as he snuggled further into the winter fur blanket Kallias and Viviane had so generously gifted him.

You couldn’t help but press a kiss to his rosy cheek, wishing you could stay clasping him close forever.

“He is a curious child,” you began, passing over the bundle to your brother-in-law who had come to visit his nephew, “though, grumpy like his father,” and as if on cue, Silas’ small brow furrowed and pink lips pouted when he felt himself being jostled from the warmth of his mother’s arms.

The pair of them ignored Eris’ scowl as Silas wiggled in his Uncle’s arms, the Emissary chuckling as the boy began chewing on a strand of his long hair, face determined as he dribbled.

“Brainless, just like his father too.”

You laughed as Lucien bounced the boy, pressing yourself into your Mate’s side further, placing a light kiss to the underside of his jaw.

You noticed his withdrawal, and whilst it was not unusual for him to be detached, it was not like him to be so solemn.

Especially with you around.

“Er, are you alright?” He tilted his head down to face you, your twinkling violet eyes marred with concern and was forced to bury the thought of the Mother snatching his happiness from him along with his childhood traumas.

“I am fine, My Love.” He mused pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, you weren’t convinced but did not push him. “Are you?”

“How could I not be?” You teased, fondly watching as Lucien spoke animatedly to Silas, grimacing as the child tugged on his hair in excitement as the man he viewed nothing more than the tall person with the same hair as his daddy and with funny deep voice spoke to him. “I have all I could ever want.”

Eris smiled- a real smile.

He couldn’t help but chuckle watching his brother and his son, heart overflowing with love as his wife stood beside him, flooding their bond with the same mirth.

Everything he had gone through- all that he had fought had been worth it.

For this.

And watching his baby- a near copy of him with the woman he loved most’s infectious smile, bringing a childish peace to his brother’s all so often annoyingly smug face reminded him of all his sacrifices.

And he knew he would do it all again.

-

With Lucien cutting his trip short, having felt a desperate tug on the bond from a freshly Mated Elain, the three of you were left alone.

You were absentmindedly sprawled over Eris, lulled into a light sleep by the warmth he emitted.

He didn’t have the heart to wake you.

Silas too was asleep against his chest, his little soft snores almost comically in sync with his mother’s.

Eris let his fingers run comfortingly along the back of his son’s head, relishing in the soft tufts whilst supporting his small neck with the other.

The babe whined contently in response, his drool pooling against his father’s tunic as the older male could only trace the boy’s perfect face with a calloused fingertip. Silas’ soft flesh a welcome sensation against his scarred skin.

The High Lord took a deep breath of his own, relishing in the scent of his beloved-a fresh jasmine and amber, and his son’s- a light cinnamon with hints of a fresh bloom.

A subtle mix of both of his parents’.

And with the two of you by his side, there was no longer a heaviness in his heart, but one in his throat as tears of relief and pure love gathered in his sharp eye.

#fanfic #acotar #acotar fic #acotar x oc #acotar x reader #eris acotar #eris vandaddy #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x oc #eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #eris x oc

[pineapplerightsideupcake]

Nobody is saying that aro/ace people are gay, we're saying that they're queer. And why are you so hung up on calling them straight men? Women can be aromantic or asexual, too. And not all aro/ace people are straight. You can be aromantic and lesbian or gay or bi, and the same thing applies with asexuality

And neither of them is just a lack of commitment. They're lacks of sexual or romantic attraction

You people made “queer” and “gay” synonymous. You decided for same sex attracted people we were now annexed into YOUR movement, and that having our own was bigotry. Then you threw open the gates to our oppressors and have Target and Wells Fargo calling us a slur on social media. Universities offer “queer studies”. Fuck you forever for that.

So let me say this slowly: no one gives a fuck if you don’t have sex or date. NO ONE. This is an invented oppression that you wave around for attention and then when your community is criticized for your actions from my first paragraph your turn around and pretend I have a problem with you not dating. I couldn’t care less if you fuck. I don’t give a single solitary shit if you in your endless solipsistic musings feel “romantic love”.

Straight women that don’t have sex or date are just straight women. A lesbian that doesn’t have sex or date is just a lesbian. But pretending that men claiming to only want to have sex with but not love women is the same thing is ignoring thousands of years of context that men have historically seen women as less than human.

You don’t get to dodge accountability by pretending the anger directed at you is because people are just THAT angry you don’t fuck.

The reason we’re angry is because you invaded our space, convinced the world to call us a slur, invited in our oppressors, and told us we aren’t allowed to leave or even complain.

#radical feminism #radical feminist safe #radical feminist community #radical feminists do interact #radical feminists do touch #radblr #radical feminists please interact #trans #aroace #aro #ace

[ilguna]

☼ trick question pt1 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; Finnick admitted you were his celebrity crush in his last interview, this year, he has something to reveal.

warnings; swearing

wc; 1.9k

part two

–

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have the up and coming model from California joining us today!” Caesar Flickerman shouts with a wide grin on his face, hand extended out in the direction of Finnick, “Finnick Odair!”

Finnick takes the steps one at a time, being careful as to not let his dress shoes get caught on the carpet. He’s watched Caesar’s show plenty of times before, and he’s seen plenty of other people make the mistake of dragging their feet. All it takes is the top of the brand new shoe and you’ll trip.

Finnick smiles brightly, waving at the live audience. There’s only one stray whistle that comes from an audience member in the back. From what he remembers from the last time he was on the show, there shouldn’t be any loud noises in order to prevent the sensitive microphones from blowing. The fan should be let off easily.

“Welcome back!” Caesar says, Finnick extends his hand.

“It’s great to be back, Caesar.” They shake hands, and then Finnick settles on the couch, “I thought that the last time I was here would be the only time.”

“Why’s that?”

Finnick makes a face, “I didn’t think I’d be popular enough.”

“Well, congratulations on being popular.” He laughs, sitting in his chair, crossing a leg, “We have a lot to talk about.”

“Oh great.” Finnick muses, “We should get started then.”

“Yes, I wanna ask you about your latest experience with fashion. You’ve been doing a lot of shows recently, especially with the fashion designer Cinna.” Caesar becomes more serious, “What’s it like working with him?”

Finnick nods, “Cinna’s brilliant, really. I’m lucky to wear more of his tame ideas, rather than the bright and shiny ones.”

“Yes, because we all know how Cashmere and Gloss feel about them!” He laughs, “I do have a question, since you work very closely with other models. How is the young Katniss Everdeen? Is she adjusting well? I heard that the flammable piece was almost a break for her.”

“I can’t say, exactly. I wasn’t present for the conversation between her and Cinna. I did hear from their contract manager that she was looking into other stylists if they couldn’t accommodate her.” Finnick tilts his head, “Since she is—as you said—young, she’s very careful about how she approaches revealing her body.”

“That’s right, those contracts can be very demanding.” Caesar agrees, “I remember you telling me that it almost cost you your job to ask for different clothes.”

“I’m very lucky that I have wonderful friends that would take the fall for me like that, even if the outfits aren’t designed for their body types.” Finnick nods, “As unfortunate as it is for the stylists to have their clothes stretched, it’s not worth a model's discomfort. I did explicitly say that I wasn’t comfortable exposing my body.”

Caesar nods, “Would you have worn that second flame piece if Cinna had asked you?”

Finnick lets out a laugh, “Well, Peeta and I are two different sizes. It surely would’ve been uncomfortable to wear. However, if he had told me that he couldn’t do it, I would’ve tried to make it work.”

“Peeta and Katniss are very lucky to know you.”

“I’m lucky to know them.”

Caesar tilts his head, “While we’re on the topic, I heard that you and Johanna Mason are working on your own line.”

Finnick tries to hide his smile. He’s been asked about it in every interview under the sun lately. They don’t know what the line is, and neither him nor Johanna are planning to release it to the public just yet. They’re working on a beauty line that’ll cover most of the bases. Finnick wants to cover skincare, and Johanna wants natural dyes for hair so it’s less damaging, since she changes her hair color often.

“We’re working on something, yes.”

Caesar raises his eyebrows, “Are you open to discussing any detail about it?”

“It won’t surprise the public when it does come out. That’s all I’ll be saying as of right now. Johanna likes to keep her projects secret, and I’m not trying to get on her bad side.” Finnick laughs, Caesar joins in.

“That’s fair, okay.” There’s a mischievous smile that crosses Caesar’s face, “Do you remember the last time you were here and I asked you about your celebrity crush?”

Finnick lets out an audible sigh, he can feel the heat returning to his face. He doesn’t know how Caesar has such a way with words, but he managed to get Finnick to admit who he likes in front of a live audience. Which then proceeded to trend on Twitter, and then further get the attention of the girl that he’s liked for a while now.

“Don’t remind me.”

“I will be, actually.” Caesar laughs, “Remind me, who is it?”

“Do we have to do this, Caesar?” Finnick chuckles, but complys, “Her name is (Y/n) (L/n).”

“And what is she known for?”

It’s a good thing that Finnick knows where he’s going with this, “For those of you at home and in the audience that don’t know who (Y/n) is, she’s an actress. Show them what she looks like, Caesar.”

He laughs, and the screen behind him changes to be a picture of you from the red carpet a month ago for a premiere. There’s a pretty smile on your face and your body is halfway turned to give them the illusion that you were going to walk away, but it was just a pose that most do.

Caesar clears his throat, “Everyone, (Y/n) plays a number of characters across tv shows and movies alike. She has a liking for the darker themes, and she leans towards apocalyptic and dystopian movies the most, and shows that have repeating criminal activity that centers around the character.”

Finnick nods, rubbing his neck, “She normally plays the gruesome characters and she does it beautifully, alright?”

There’s a few laughs, Caesar raises his eyebrows, “What about her do you like, Finnick? Be more specific.”

Finnick rolls his eyes, “I said that she captivates me every time she’s on screen. She’s a wonderful actress and I find myself being pulled in with the story.”

“But only for her, right?” Caesar teases, “Not for someone as handsome as Beetee Latier?”

“I’m sure Beetee is also an amazing actor, but we’re talking about (Y/n).”

“That we are. I saw a number of tweets of hers from the last time you were here.” Caesar laughs, as the screen behind him changes to be the screenshots they took of the interaction.

Finnick shakes his head, “Don’t do this.”

“We’re doing this. Ladies and gentlemen, it seems to me that (Y/n) had a lot to say.” Caesar flicks through the screenshots. It’s mostly of you replying to other people talking about the interview that took place last year. The slideshow quickens, “A lot. But from what my crew gathered, she was very flattered.”

“Very. What can I say? I’m a flattering man.” Finnick smiles.

“So flattering that you somehow managed to get her phone number.” Caesar raises his eyebrows, “Can I tell them?”

Finnick motions, “Well you’ve basically told them already.”

Caesar turns suddenly, slapping his hands on his thighs, “Finnick and (Y/n) became official. I want everyone to give a big welcome to (Y/n)!”

You peek your head out from behind the curtain with a scrunched nose. You follow Finnick’s directions from earlier, warning you about tripping on the carpet, especially in these heels. You’re sure to lift your feet and walk carefully. Caesar and Finnick are now on their feet.

You hug Caesar slightly, give a wave to the audience, and then turn to Finnick. He knows that he can’t touch your face, he’s got in the bad habit of doing it lately, and it’s been hard to break him out of it. You wish it wasn’t that easy to ruin your makeup, but there’s not much you can do.

You press a kiss to Finnick’s lips, and pull away giggling when the audience cheers louder. Finnick sits, and watches you carefully as you tuck the dress under you, turning your legs to the side so that your knees almost touch Finnick’s legs. The worst part about wearing a dress is sitting down.

Finnick takes your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“(Y/n), I believe this is the first time we’re meeting.” Caesar says.

“With the exception of backstage, I’d say so too.” You laugh, they do too.

“Tell me, what was it like meeting Finnick for the first time in person?”

You tilt your head, “He’s a gentleman through and through. I could’ve asked for the world on that first date and it was clear to me that he would’ve found a way to do it.”

“And you didn’t ask for the world?”

“I decided to save that for the second date.”

“What was it like hearing that Finnick had a crush on you?”

You make a face, “Weird, if I’m honest. He’s a celebrity in the modeling world. I’m a celebrity in the acting world. It’s almost as if we shouldn’t collide, and yet we’re still here. You can see weird couples all across the Capitol, it’s really something else.”

“That’s very true.” Caesar agrees, “Someone told me that you were trying to get Finnick into acting.”

“Yes, I am.” You give a look to Finnick. He’s already shaking his head, “He thinks I’m lying when I say that he has potential. I think he could be phenomenal outside of modeling if he wanted to. If he decided that he didn’t like acting, modeling will still be there for him.”

“You think that Cinna would allow him to come back?” Caesar asks curiously.

“I’ve talked to Cinna on a couple of occasions. He’s a very understanding man, and he would do a lot for his models, including letting them come back from a break. For a lot of other companies, it’s a one-and-done sort of deal. Finnick’s fortunate that he has Cinna.”

“What do you think about acting, Finnick?”

“The idea’s growing on me, I’ll admit.” Finnick smiles, “I don’t think I’ll feel comfortable doing it if (Y/n) isn’t beside me to help, but it’s hard getting a job beside her because they’re looking for a certain level of expertise.”

“And that’s true, but a lot of actors and actresses get weird roles all the time. I’m a good example of that. I was told when I first joined the industry that I’d never get the gory roles, and now those are all I get.”

“Out of spite, I presume?”

“Partially.” You laugh, “But also because I set my mind to it. That’s why I believe Finnick can do it too.”

Finnick softly smiles at you, “I love your confidence in me, but I’m not feeling the same way.”

You shake your head at Finnick.

“Well, I think it’s about time we took a break.” Caesar says, you and Finnick nod. Caesar turns to face the camera, “When we come back, we’ll discuss (Y/n)’s brief experience with modeling and why she chose not to go on. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

#ilguna #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair x yn #thg #the hunger games #requested #fluff

[sailtomarina]

Is it safe?

Draco’s brow furrowed in consternation as he looked between Hermione and the contraption beside them. He didn’t want to back down after needling her for months about flying. She’d agreed to private lessons–with him as the only acceptable tutor, of course–as long as he indulged a single request.

Easy, right?

It should have been a no-brainer, multiple lessons without an end in sight for one, measly little activity. Then Hermione had to go and bring that into the picture.

“Is it…safe?”

He didn’t want to get any closer, but a larger part of him wanted to step in front of his girlfriend and what was obviously an instrument of death. He’d seen Muggle cars before, certainly, but not this up close and never, ever in his entire existence had he ever imagined that he’d be asked to get inside of one. 

“Please. Do you really think I’d ask you to risk your life, Malfoy?” she scoffed. She had the gall to stroke the car like he’d hurt its feelings.

Then he cocked his head and looked the entire thing over from end to end. Did it have feelings? Was it alive?

“Whatever you’re thinking, I assure you that you’re probably mistaken,” she continued, the beginnings of a smirk playing at her lips.

“Let’s make a couple of things clear. First, yes, I think you would risk my life after you accused me of doing the same to you every single time I took you up on my broom–stop! That wasn’t a euphemism!” He scowled at her peals of laughter, even as they warmed his chest. “Second, this wouldn’t be the only time I’ve encountered a sentient carriage. Now what?”

She bent over double, hands against each knee as she gasped for breath in between her laughter. “It’s just–oh, good gods–who even says ‘carriage’ in this day in age? What era are you even from, Lord Malfoy?”

He suffered her amusement for the span of two more breaths before he reached for the closest handle and tugged.

“Wait, not there,” she caught the door before it could fully open and pressed it shut.

“What do you mean not ‘there’?” he asked. “You’re not actually suggesting that I control this thing, are you?”

Horrifying images of the metal beast careening out of control into onlookers crowded his mind, and it was with all his willpower that he stayed in place rather than retreat. 

“Well, that is the backseat, and you only sit there if the front is already occupied or you’re paying for transport. Being as neither is true, since I’ll be the one driving us, you should sit in the front next to me.” She gestured toward the adjacent door, then stepped back to give him room.

Draco had to admit that whatever Muggle had concocted this insanity, they at least knew how to make seats. The caramel leather was ridiculously comfortable, and he had ample room to stretch his legs–no easy feat, given his considerable height. He looked around with increasing curiosity that now outweighed his earlier caution.

The panel in front of him had all sorts of knobs and buttons that he knew better than to meddle with. There was a pommel-like bar between the seats, and the large ring in the driver’s seat was obviously meant as some sort of handle. Grooves lined the leather just wide enough for fingers to rest in between.

The moment she slid in next to him, Draco feigned disinterest, looking out the front glass like he couldn’t care less about his surroundings. To his immense displeasure, he could see people walking down the sidewalk and stepping into their own vehicles. Why were there so many strangers? Didn’t they have better things to do than bear witness to his probable death? He could see it now: “Unidentified Man Perishes in Flames; Bushy-haired Suspect Still at Large.”

“--as soon as you buckle up.”

In his musing, he’d missed what she said. “Sorry, what?”

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. “I said, we’ll get going as soon as you buckle up.” She gestured at the strap across her own chest.

Draco perked up at the sight. Safety measures! Excellent. The strap was rudimentary compared to the Stabilising Charms in children’s brooms, but at least it proved the Muggles weren’t completely barmy. He located his own harness, but immediately hit a snag.

“How do I…” He tugged harder, hitting the same stopping point that prevented the strap from reaching across his chest. Was this made for children? Why was it so short?

“Oh, here, allow me.”

He put his hands up in surrender and let her take charge. As she leaned over, having undone her own belt, a sneaky hand slid across his chest and tweaked a nipple in passing.

“Granger.”

She merely winked at his warning. The little brat. If they survived this, Draco was going to pay her back 10x over.

“The trick is to pull gently. Slow and steady. You don’t have a problem with that, right?” Another suggestive grin, and then the audible click of his strap settling into place.  She’d quoted almost word for word the exact same thing he’d said to her in their first flying lesson.

She stayed close, nose to nose, toffee-coloured eyes searching him for…what?

“This means more to me than you know, Draco,” she said quietly.

He could see nothing but her. Tawny eyes fixed on him, the freckles he’d kissed countless times marching across her upturned nose and cheeks, dainty ears wearing the gold and ruby earrings he’d gifted her on her birthday, and her hair, her glorious hair. There was no room for anything else, riotous spirals of golden brown spilling across her shoulders and reaching for him like a living thing. The soft ends tickled the sensitive skin along his neck, but rather than pull away, he only wanted to bring her closer, to sink his hands against the dense mass at the base of her neck, to pull her into him and snog her breathless. Maybe if he did that, then they wouldn’t drive anywhere and he could convince her to return to her flat and into bed.

He’d endeavoured to do just that, palm already cupping her cheek and preparing to press further, when she moved past his questing lips to whisper into his ear with all the sneaky planning of a witch in full control. “Be good, and you’ll thank me later.”

Her hand trailed down to squeeze, to which he let out a groan of defeat. 

“The things I do for love.”

Her smile was blinding as she pulled away, the light of it filling the space more effectively than a Lumos or any amount of daylight ever could. He’d follow her anywhere as long as she always looked at him like that, metal carriages and all.

WC 1138

Cross-posted on Tumblr and AO3 (eventually under MarinaJune)

Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts: “Is it safe?”

I’ve been on the hunt for a car lately, now that we’ve had enough clashing schedules to warrant a second vehicle for the household. We’re caught between something a bit more flexible in a hybrid, or going full futuristic and opting for an EV. The main purpose of the second car would be local transport. It’s surprisingly difficult to find one that suits all of our needs and preferences! Why can’t we just figure out Floo travel, or Apparition???

#harry potter fanfiction #dramione #dramione prompt #dhr fanfiction #harry potter flashfic #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy

[thisisarcanereverie]

the Sacrifice Play (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) the Knight and Pawn Series

MINORS DNI

TRIGGER WARNINGS: DARK THEMES, YANDERE/DARK MOON KNIGHT, DEATH!

“Marc,” you laugh shouted, your curly haired friend just poked your sides and started to run away, beckoning you to follow suit. You both had graduated highschool two months prior and you both had saved up for this trip, away from the city and into a cabin. You realized how horror movie stupid that was but it didn’t matter, your guardians couldn’t care less about where you were and as for Marc, that smiling and goofy friend of yours, his couldn’t care either. 

You ran through the woods, hoping over logs and moving rebel branches out of your way, green blurred past you as you tried to catch up with him. Finally you managed to reach him, out of breath and your lungs greedily inhaling the air it was deprived of. It was a creek with various kinds of stone surrounding it. Looking down you quickly searched for a flat rock, you actually managed to find something suitable soon. Its smooth flatness made it perfect for skipping. For a while that’s all you and Marc did, even made it into a competition to see who could get the most skips before just sitting there at the creek, watching it ripple and flow. It was calming, serene. You could feel his warmth seep through his hand in which he held yours. Neither of you said a word, you were just present. Secretly this was one of the things you came to love about Marc, you never needed to fill the air with conversation. He was content to just be once in a while. 

It wasn’t until the sun began to set and stars became visible that Marc and you started heading back, your hands never leaving each other. 

You finally made it back to the small cabin, it was all you and Marc could afford to rent for the week until you had to go back. The sun had set a while ago and you could see the night sky more clearly than in Chicago. 

“Would you look at that Marc,” You said, pointing to all the stars and the moon in the sky, you smiled as you picked out a few constellations, not paying attention to the midnight eyes beside you, looking at you like you were the world, “You don’t see that in Chicago,” You mused, “it’s so beautiful.” 

“Yeah,” Marc said, his eyes unwavering at you, “it is.” 

You looked beside you and saw his eyes, something in them made you sad. 

“What’s going on,” You asked as you gave his hand a squeeze, “Whatever it is you can tell me.”

Marc looked at his shoes before motioning you to sit next to him, you let go of his hand and sat yourself next to him in the old chair that came with the place. 

“I’m leaving next month,” He said, “we won’t be seeing each other for a while and I’m scared.” This took you aback, you knew of Marc’s departure but he so rarely revealed what he was feeling, let alone fear. 

“Can’t blame you.” You said, Marc shook his head. 

“I’m not afraid of the violence,” He said, “I’ve seen a lot of that, I’m afraid that when we see each other again we won’t be this close anymore.” 

You understood where he was coming from,

You had the same fears. 

“Only you Marc Spector would be more afraid of silly ol’ me than the violence of combat.” You said lightly before putting your head on his shoulder, “I’m going to miss you everyday.” You said, “You’re my best friend, and I love you. And when you come back home to me, I’ll still be your best friend, and I’ll still love you. Much like how you’ll still be my best friend when you come back, just with a few adjustments. All I care about is that you come back, so promise me you’ll come back.” 

“I can’t make promises I can’t keep”

“Make an exception,” you said, “just this once, just promise me you’ll come back.”

“Only if you promise that you’ll be waiting for me when I do.”

“I promise, pretty face.” You said, closing your eyes. 

“I promise too, starlight.” Marc said, the steady rise and fall of your shoulders let him know you fell asleep, he took advantage of this to sneak a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I’d promise you anything.” 

—

You don’t remember coming home, all you remember is hitting your soft sheets, Alec already sleeping and falling into one of the deepest sleeps of your life. Memories of yesterday flash through your mind and suddenly you are up. You didn’t bother dressing up, wearing the clothes you wore the day previous you raced to grab your shoes at the door. 

You were damned if you let Marc bully you like this, keeping the people you loved as a sword hanging above your head. You spot your fiance at the stove, you admire him for a moment. Trying to burn the image of your silly, and beautiful alec dancing to abba’s dancing queen while cooking breakfast, illuminated by the morning light, into your mind forever. You wanted this to be the memory that stuck with you. 

The moment so beautiful was short lived as Alec noticed the look on your face, one he often described as sorrowful. He placed the pan of eggs and raced toward you, cupping both of your cheeks with his hands. 

“What’s wrong, lovely,” He asked, concerned, it took all of you not to bury yourself into his arms and weep. You had to be strong, for him you would be strong. 

“I have to go back to the office,” You said, a half baked excuse, “I won’t be long, they just misplaced some files and I have the last duplicate on my desktop.” You kiss his hands before placing one on his lips, the sweet scent and taste of him almost relaxes you. 

“But it’s your day off-”

“I promise I’ll be quick,” you said, “just stay here until I come back, promise me.”

“I’d promise you anything” You kissed his lips before replying. 

“I love you.” 

— 

“So you have a request Agent?” Monica asked. 

“Yes I do,” You confirmed, “you have close connections with the FBI and CIA correct?”

“Yes, where is this leading to?” “I need to place Alec Maximillion Hamilton in immediate, emergency witness protection program.” You said the urgency in your voice apparently. You could see Monica’s dark eyes widen in surprise. 

“Why do I need to place your fiance in witness protection?”

“I just need you to trust me on this.” You urged, Monica studied you. Your fists were clenched, your forehead was sweating and your eyes were electrified. She knew exactly what was wrong with you. 

You were afraid. 

“Obviously there is something going on,” Monica said, “maybe if you told me I can help.” 

“No,” You shook your head, “the less people know the better. I promise one day I’ll tell you if I have the chance. But as of right now, I just need those papers and protection.” 

Over the course of the time Monica has met you, she knew when you were being serious, and afraid. Seeing both of those on your face at the same time however, was terrifying. 

“I’ll call Jimmy Woo and pull some strings,” Monica said, “Go home to Alec, get him ready Jimmy will probably be around there by three.” 

You reached over and thanked her profusely before setting an immediate beeline back home. 

—

“SWORD just faxed me your new papers,” You said as you handed Alec his new passport, social security, as well as work documents, “What time is it now?”

“It’s almost seven.” Alec announced, meanwhile Jimmy was late. He called earlier and said something about car troubles. 

“Ok Jimmy should be here at any moment,” You said, straightening the collar of his shirt, a simple act you cherished but won’t be able to do again. His hands envelop yours and forces you to look him in the eye. 

“Come with me,” He said. 

“I can’t,” You said, tears in your eyes, “I can’t, he’ll find me. The best I can do now is make sure he can’t find you.” He placed your forehead on yours and brought your hand to his chest, the thrumming of his heart calmed you, you tried to memorize the beat of it, searing it into your memory. The moment ended with a quick vibrate sound in your jeans. You took your phone out and a cold feeling enveloped you. 

“RUN - JIM WOO” 

“We have to go now!” You said not wasting a second before grabbing Alec’s hand and practically dragging him through the front door, car keys in hand. Taking your car was a risk but it was faster and Alec needed to get to a place of safety. Marc was already taking your life away, You weren’t about to let him take Alec as well. 

You looked in the back mirror and saw a familiar armor of white, terror filled you. 

“GET DOWN!” You shouted at Alec who complied immediately, You put the car in reverse and floored the gas pedal. You jolted from the force and a resounding thunk hit the car. You didn’t waste any time to change it to drive and got the hell out of dodge, once again the force jolted both you and Alec. 

“Did you just hit Moon Knight with your car?” 

“Yeah” You said, “we’ve got to get you to SWORD Headquarters or to the nearest bus leaving the city. Somewhere where you’ll be out of his reach.” You said as you broke almost all driving laws. 

You were nearly at the SWORD Headquarters when you noticed people gather and take photo’s, gawking at something above. You took a quick glimpse and saw a blur of white, heading in the same direction as you. 

“Shit,” You muttered before taking the sharp right onto a one way street, “change of plans, our only shot is a bus out of the city, Marc was following us to SWORD.” You swerved to avoid the oncoming vehicle, not caring about the blaring horn and the obvious middle finger aimed at you. 

“Call the transportation department and ask when the next bus is leaving.” 

—

Luckily the next bus was in fifteen minutes and was an almost empty bus, it was leaving for a round trip across state borders. 

You got there, and before you could say anything Alec spoke. 

“Two tickets on the bus going to New York.” Alec said, your eyes widened as he paid the lady at the desk before he dragged you to the loading site. 

You were about to tell him how bad an idea it was when you saw the lights flicker. You could see Alec’s face harden as he looked behind you, without breathing you followed his gaze. A familiar white hooded figure with glowing eyes stalked you, Marc’s anger came off in waves as well as his bloodlust, You were about to yell at the driver to floor it when strong hands practically pushed you on the bus, You didn’t have time to react before Alec closed the doors on the bus. 

“Alec what are you doing!” you exclaimed, “Alec! Open the door!” You pound your hands against the glass of the door, trying to get to Alec. You saw him shake his hand with a small smile, He placed his hands against yours, the barrier of the glass separating the two of you. Even though you couldn’t hear him, you saw him mouth something. 

“I love you.” 

You pounded harder on the door hoping to break the glass, but it wasn’t any use. The door opener was jammed, Alec turned away from you. His amber eyes hidden away from you as he walked to the white bandaged figure. 

“ALEC!” you yelled, when Alec reached Marc it became silent. For one moment, the entire world ceased moving, ceased breathing. And then, within a single moment, Marc’s hands were around Alec’s head and just like that, with a sickening crack and twist Alec’s body crumpled to the ground. His neck bending at an odd angle and you saw those amber eyes you loved so much, how they caught the morning sun in them and shone brightly when looking at you, became lifeless. His eyes unblinking, dim as can be. 

He was dead. 

The heartbreaking screech that came out of you was unnatural. You sobbed and screamed at the top of your lungs. Finally the door opened, you immediately went to his side. You skid your knees as you held him, begging him. 

You don’t exactly know when you blacked out, but when you woke up, Alec was gone and the familiar patter of London rain could be heard outside. 

Marc had won.

#x reader #marvel x reader #mcu #moon knight series #dark!moonknight #marc x reader #marc spector angst #marc spector x layla el faouly #dark marc spector x reader #steven grant angst #steven grant fluff #steven grant x you #steven grant #jake lockely smut #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #mcu x reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you

[willkatfanfromasia]

A Matter of Chance - 10

Dawn had cracked, with slivers of sunlight peeking through gaps in the canopy.

Upon reaching the hut, he slowed down and breathed deeply a few times. He had just won some civility from her and didn't want to push her back into a shell.

He entered the hut quietly and she turned from the sewing equipment, giving him a nod.

How was he going to fix this?

-----------------------------------

Nandini was almost disappointed to not see him when she awoke.  She was growing used to his caring nature and loving smiles. “He probably felt guilt over my condition and stayed longer than planned” she mused.

As she hadn't yet regained her mobility, she tidied her appearance, chanted her morning prayers and decided to sew and knit.

She’d always think to beautify some of her simpler clothes but it seemed unnecessary for one living alone. Not to mention the dozen other tasks she did daily!

So when the door finally opened to reveal Aditha, Nandini was pleasantly surprised. “Don't grin like a lovelorn girl, he may think you're throwing yourself at him” she chided herself and quickly responded with a small nod.

He sat next to her and observed her work. “Truly beautiful” he commended. He offered to carry her to the stream to perform her ablutions.

Nandini’s solitary nature wouldn't let her accept such an offer normally. But she was very aware of her pain with every turn of her body. She had to bathe and was out of options.

Aditha helped her bundle some clean clothes and other necessities.

He lifted her onto his arms, ensuring she was comfortably perched before walking out. Neither of them knew, but their minds were at a similar place.

Nandini was horrified at the feelings that developed in her belly. If being held in his arms as a youth induced butterflies, then this was no less than a storm. His shoulders, already strong from training at 15, had grown much wider. She couldn’t help but burrow into his chest, her body craved the affection and safety that only he could seem to provide.

Aditha prayed fervently that his touch wouldn’t make her uncomfortable. “ She’s injured and I’m only trying to ease her life”, he weakly convinced himself. He could feel her melt into his arms with each step and felt her supple form against the expanse of his chest. He’d held her as a youth, even the merest touch granting him joy, but nothing compared to the raw attraction now.

He found a heavy boulder near the stream and seated her on it. Neither party wished to move, so it took a few moments longer.  Aditha promptly turned and walked away to grant her privacy.

Nandini used her seat as support and slowly entered the waters. The bubbling cool ripples soothed her muscles and washed her sweat away. She lost herself in the calming sensation, absorbing the forest sounds.

"Krishna, please guide me towards the right path" she prayed.

She opened her eyes after a while, intending to end her bath, only to realise that her clean clothes remained with a certain warrior prince.

She mentally cursed and began yelling “ is someone there? Are you still there”… Only a few seconds passed but she grew desperate “ilavarase?..where are you?” she became agitated due to her lack of fabric.

After a deep breath “Aditha… come out this instant” and said imp appeared racing.

“Calm yourself! I stood quite far to ensure your privacy… I set off after your very first call but you just don’t stop, do you? Your lack of faith hurts me, my lady” he teased

Nandini was quite abashed by her behaviour “Pardon me. I just realised my clean saree is with you”she said, reaching out as she remained submerged.

“That much is obvious” he said, leaning forward to pass on said saree, when something zipped pass him.

A few errant squirrels decided they’d strayed enough and their desperation to return home caused the pebbles to slide. The slippery pebbles threatened the steady feet resting on them, ending with both the pebbles and the prince falling into the stream- marked by loud screams.

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Thank you for humoring me and reading till now y'all 😁 the next chapter may be long - buckle up

@nspwriteups @babayagahunt @thelekhikawrites @vibishalakshman @hollogramhallucination @whippersnappersbookworm @harinishivaa @dosai-maavu @budugu @inveter @itszhunotz @deepti1011 @love-ps1ff @nashibirne @ragkee @celestesinsight @chiyaanvikram @ramcharanobsessed

@nirmohi-premika @yehsahihai @maisadalawa @rapunzels-stuff

#ponniyin selvan #aditha karikalan #nandini x aditha #ponniyin selvan fanfiction #nandhini #nandini #nandini x karikalan

[tentative-wanderer]

[2ha spoilers]

2ha Ethics 101

Actually just a thread of wandering thoughts.

Thinking about Shi Mei/Hua Binan and how it must have felt utterly terrible to have to choose between

A) the life of someone you like/love, as well as the lives of people who have been kind to you; and

B) your people’s freedom from centuries of genocide and systemic torture.

I’ve seen some readers say that Shi Mei is not Hua Binan and imply that Hua Binan is the villain while Shi Mei is less guilty. I disagree. Shi Mei 2.0 and Hua Binan 0.5 may have made different choices, but neither of them—nor Chu Wanning for that matter—made the right/wrong decision; like the trolley problem and Chu Xun’s dilemma, there wasn’t a right answer. That’s one of the beautiful things about 2ha. (I feel like I’m just repeating something basic that everyone already knows, but then I think of those comments and readers’ ridicule of Shi Mei/Hua Binan and remember that no, not everyone thinks the things in my head.)

***

It’s really sad that Shi Mei couldn’t even be called by his real name at Sisheng Peak.

What’s it like to be alone among friends? To live in constant fear of being found out? To be too cautious to ask for help from people around you, not even people who are kind and upstanding, because your mother died due to misplaced faith in a sect and its leader and you can’t afford to repeat that mistake? And also because as nice as the people of Sisheng Peak are, you don’t know if they have sufficient ability—or even the drive—to put an end to a widespread practice that’s been going on for ages. Would they mobilise the entire sect just because you asked? Would they start moving mountains for societal change just for you when they haven’t started on their own? They certainly haven’t made significant efforts to push for reform by themselves. Sisheng Peak has been on okay terms with Jiang Xi and Guyueye, home of the slavers.

So…read critically. It’s easy to put yourself in the main couple’s shoes, but Shi Mei’s shoes are no less valid.

***

Speaking of Jiang Xi, he literally sold Song Qiutong. Couldn’t care less about her fate, or the plight of the Butterfly Bone people, which is why I can’t bring myself to like him much.

Speaking of Guyueye, Shi Mei/Hua Binan went undercover back to his people’s prison. How nerve-wracking it must have felt.

***

As far as I can remember, the only major, clearly wrong thing that Hua Binan 0.5 did was attempt to *coughcough* his teacher. Personally, I excuse that behaviour because 1) it’s fiction, 2) he’s got good taste, 3) readers like to see Chu Wanning *coughcoughed*, and 4) Shi Mei/Hua Binan is hot. *bangs pots and pans* Graceful and beautiful Shi Mei! Handsome ponytail-and-forehead-ribbon Shi Mei! Get yourself a man who can do both!

Speaking of men who can do both: Mo Ran. Comes in different flavours, all are tasty.

***

By the way, if anyone knows of happy fics in which Shi Mei is treated well, some recommendations would be nice :) They don’t have to be Shi Mei-centric, can be ranwan-focused.

***

More snippets and musings: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25990618/chapters/63187981

***

Sequel: https://tentative-wanderer.tumblr.com/post/682774792501428224/2ha-to-do-or-not-to-do-and-how-to-do-those-are

#2ha #dumb husky and his white cat shizun #the husky and his white cat shizun #二哈和他的白猫师尊 #shi mei #hua binan #erha #shi mingjing #my stuff

[hime-memes]

                • Books of Blood Vol. 1-3 Starters • ( Part 1. ) 

I love reading the works of Clive Barker, and since I was gifted a few of his works over the holidays, I figured I’d make some starters from the actions/dialogue of some of his short stories ! There is a lot here to sift through, but you have a  good variety to work with !                                                  - Potential for a part 2, maybe ? - There’s quite a few more of his works I may make starters for in the future if these go well. ( * I hope some of these starters pique your interest and you look into some of these stories. I beg you, if you love the horror genre and can stomach some really bizarre, gory and uncomfortable / heavy stuff -- you’ve got to read at least one Clive Barker horror story. * )    As always: These have been modified for cohesive and sensical use for the general RPC. Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for the receiver’s muse !   Recommended For: Evil, Undead or Demonic Muses/Plots/Timelines.

Trigger Warnings For: Graphic Violence, Death / Murder, Blood & Gore, Heavy Horror Themes, Sexual Content, Cult mentions, Religious Themes, Drug & Alcohol Mentions, Politic Mentions, Gun Violence Mentions, Body Horror / Mutilation Themes. 

‘ Hell’s Event ‘ “ It was purely a spectator sport, wrestling with the Devil. “ “ You must plan your defense carefully; they hate bad logic. “ “ Democracy is still a new cult; it’s not lost its superficial glamour yet. “ “ No power for you, [ Name ]. “ “ I told you to look at me. “ “ The words are mere melodrama: two - dimensional, really. “ “ Don’t look back ! “ “ This is a charity race, of course. “ “ Cramp ? ... Is it a cramp ?” “ It was the sense of dislocation that accompanied fatigue, and over - oxygenation. “ “ Don’t touch me ! “  “ Run for your life ! “ “ Oh, politics is the hub of the issue, isn’t it [ Name ] ... “ “ I serve Hell, [ Name ]. And in its turn, Hell serves me. “ “ Behind you, one of the entrances to the Ninth Circle. You know your Dante, I presume ? “ “ Your wife told me; she was very informative about you. “ “ Yes. Independent. Very independent. “ “ If there was a sea down there, it was a frozen sea. It was death forever. “ “ God wasn’t with him at all. “ “ Even as you closed the door, you knew you’d made an error ... “  “ It smelt of goats. “ “ Play the rules, but play them to the limit ! “ “ They love you -- God knows why, but they love you ! “ “ Hell came up to the streets and squares of London that September. “

‘ Dread ‘ “ There is no delight the equal of Dread. As long as it’s someone else’s ... “ “ It was an age of gurus: it was their season. “  “ ... It was his bad luck that [ Name ] was the messiah he found. “ “ We met in the student common room. “ “ You’re in the ethics class, right ? “ “ Charles Dickens is a social analyst. “  “ Somebody ought to write a thesis on drinking as a social activity ... or as oblivion. “ “ They don’t even bother to mark the papers on that course, They just throw the papers up into the air: Face up, an A. Face down, a B. “ “ I thought you were either sublimely confident, or you simply couldn’t care less. “  “ Neither, I’m just completely lost. “  “ I think we should feel mauled by our subject. “ “ We should discuss what’s intimate to our psyches ... “ “ -- Sooner or later, the beast will come and find us. “  “ I owe you a drink. “ “ In [ Name ]’s world, there are no certainties. “  “ People are lambs and sheep all looking for shepherds. “ “ So ? Who cares if you’re scared of your shadow ? I’m not. I feel fine. “ “ We all taste dread once in a while. “ “ ‘ Beyond analysis ‘, my ass ! “  “ Freud writes on that ... “ “ Mother fixations don’t answer the problem. “  “ Damn the beast ! I don’t want to hear ! “  “ You’ve grown a mustache. “ “ I’ve got a house for myself these days. “ “ Where’s the holiday snaps then ? “ “ She won’t be coming back this term. “ “ Poor bitch, all she wanted was a good fuck. “ “ Oh no, she’d strip off her knickers soon as look at you. It was her fears she wouldn’t give -- “ “ What’s the bucket for ? Piss ? “ “ She’s an ignorant cow. She’s pretentious. She’s weak, she’s stupid. But, she wouldn’t give ! She wouldn’t give a fucking thing ! “  “ I got the inference, he didn’t ‘ intend ‘ to turn them into an animal ... and yet ? “ “ Jesus Christ, you’re in a right fuckin’ state, aren’t you ? “ “ Come on, take a hold of yourself ! “ “ The curve of the blade of the ax smiled back. “ “ There was nobody to hear, no one to drag the clown off of him. “  “ The whine of his blood is music ! “  “ There was pain without hope of healing. “ “ There is life that refused to end, long after the mind had begged the body to cease. “ ‘ In The Hills, The Cities ‘  “ The first week of your trip and you’re just finding out what a political bigot your lover is ? “ “ [ Name ] I am just about ready to take a hammer to your self-opinionated head. “  “ Some of the arguments seemed quite sensible. “  “ ... The arts were political, Sex was political. Religion, commerce, gardening, eating, drinking and farting -- all political. “ “ Jesus, it’s mind-blowingly boring; killingly, love-deadeningly boring. “ “ [ Name ] is a selfish bastard, and as soon as our honeymoon is over I’ll part with the guy. “  “  Some honeymoon. “  “ It was an unmistakable invitation. “  “ More fucking virgins, is it ? “  “ I’m up to here with churches ! “  “ I don’t want to see another church; the smell of the places makes me sick. Stale incense, old sweat and lies ... “ “ He has eyes you could watch forever, and never see the same light in them twice. “ “ Why in God’s name does a man as fine as that have to be such an insensitive little shit ? “ “  No use, we’re not compatible. “  “ Want a bet ? “ “ It was a golden foretaste of heaven. “  “ Now, she’s dead and sorely missed. “  “ You lack [ Name ]’s power to galvanize the people into action. “  “ It won’t be a perfect day for the contest perhaps, but certainly adequate. “  “ -- We’ve taken the wrong road. “  “ Cigarette ? “ “ Where’s your sense of adventure ? “ “ It set a scene for death on an unprecedented scale. “  “ Hear that ? “ “ Sounds almost like guns, BIG GUNS. “ “ I don’t think we should go any further. “ “ We shouldn’t be here ! “  “ The din of dying moans, appeals, and imprecations flooded the air. It was very close. “ “ If you won’t drive, I will ! “  “ We don’t have to do anything, but get the hell out of here ! It’s not our business ! “  “ Those are human voices. “ “ Priests. They need priests. “ “ It would not be long surely, before fatigue overcomes it; before it can lie down in the tomb of some lost valley and die. “  “ We’re not going to find anything this way. ” “ It was his deathbed speech, he’d probably been preparing for years. “  “ I’m fucking freezing. Are you staying here or walking with me ? “  ‘ Sex, Death, and Starshine ‘ “ She loved everything about him, at least - that’s what she claimed. “  “ ... She was a married woman, after all, even if she was an actress ! “  “ No gimmicks, no gossip; just art. “  “ She wasn’t much of an actress, but by God, she was quite a performer ! “  “ Faultless technique; immaculate timing ... “  “ The whole cast knew about the affair, of course. “  “She wasn’t that good of a deceiver ... which was rich considering her profession. “  “ God, we’re late sweetie. “ “ You are no more the juvenile lead. “ “ The secrets of his debauchery were written all over his face. “  “ [ Name ], love, you cannot be serious about these fucking hedges ! Tell me you’re not serious before I throw a fit ! “ “ [ Name ], love, -- Will you please take a cup of coffee to [ Name ] and coax them back into the bosom of the family ? “ “ It’s all right. Don’t grovel. I can’t bear to see a pretty man grovel. “  “ I just want to know who was looking in at the rehearsal, that’s all. I think I’ve got a perfect right to ask. “  “ I just don’t want somebody coming in without me knowing about it. Especially if they’re important. “ “ ... I wanted a word, if you would ... “ “ I think we must consider ourselves allies, though we’ve never met. “  “ Ah, the great brotherhood ... Makes me want to spit ! “  “ So you didn’t know ? I thought not. They always keep the artists in ignorance, don’t they ? “ “ His clan are never to be trusted, but then -- I hardly need to tell you that. “  “ Wife ? I’m surprised [ Name ] has a heterosexual bone in his body. “  “ I know, personal loyalties prevent honesty in these matters ... “ “ I’m only joking, bears can be charming. “ “ This job isn’t about succeeding, it’s about learning not to fall on your sodding face ! “ “ He didn’t like the rehearsal. “ “ Your show is very close to his heart. “  “ She had a face of transcendent beauty; a bone structure to make an anatomist weep ! “  “ He was capable of giving his brilliant beauty everything she desired: Fame, money, and companionship. Everything, but life itself. “  “ [ Name ], I know it’s a little late, but I felt you’d surely want to say hello. “ “ Dear, dead [ Name ]. “ “ We’ve got an opening tomorrow, and everybody has been kept waiting by you ! “ “ Last night’s run was a wake, not a performance ! “ “ I’m useless, aren’t I ? “ “ I could never get the hang of Shakespeare,  ... all those bloody words ... “ “ They’ll tear me apart won’t then ? “ “ I’m the one who looks the damn fool, aren’t I ? “  “ I’m sorry, I should have knocked. “ “ Of course, just allow me a minute would you ? “  “ You just can’t bear to have anyone else get any attention, can you ? “  “ He was summarily dismissed, his function as lover or confidante no longer required. “ “  Whatever you are, you’re no lamb. “ “ Most unprofessional of him -- but forgive me, an understandable ardor. “  “ This is frankly a delicate matter, the bitter fact is -- ( how shall I put this ? ) -- your talents are not ideally suited to this production. Your style lacks delicacy. “  “ The part’s mine. and I’m doing it. I’m doing it even if I’m the worst in theatrical history, all right ? “  “ I was not embalmed, unlike [ Name ]. “  “ We must make a choice sooner or later, between serving ourselves and serving our art. “  “ The dead must choose more carefully than the living. We cannot waste our breath, if you’ll excuse the phrase, on less than the purest delights. “  “ She’s in a come, but her condition is stable. “  “ You runt, you were screwing her - weren’t you ?! Fancy yourself like that, don’t you !? “ “ You wouldn’t understand, you’ve got your brain in your pants ! “  “ Well, you see, it’s impossible - the union strictly precludes this kind of thing. They’d flay us alive ! “  “ Well, it’s your funeral. Go ahead and do it, I wash my hands of the whole thing ! “  “ There may be some pain, which I regret. “ “ To play life, what a curious thing it is ! Sometimes -- I wonder, you know, how long I can keep up the illusion. “  “ Would you like to die, [ Name ] ? ”  “ I’ve made up my mind. All I really want is you ... I can’t have sex & the stage. There comes a time in everyone’s life when decisions have to be made. “  “ Frankly, I don’t care about this, or any other fucking play. “  “ Her cold hand somehow made the touch sexier. “  ‘ The Midnight Meat Train ‘  “ The city will go about its business in ignorance; never knowing what it was built upon, or what it owed its life too. “  “ His mouth was sealed up with dry blood. “  “ You’ve got a job to do, my man: They’re very pleased with you. “  “ Lots to learn before tomorrow night ! “ “ Serve us ? “ “ Every part of his body seemed to be weeping, except his eyes ! “  “ Are these really its ancients, its philosophers, its creators ? “ “ There’s a horrible familiarity about this ritual. “  “ The instinct to worship was moved. “  “ You must do this for us ! We can not survive without food. “ “ I disgusts us no less than you, but we’re bound to eat this meat or die. “ “ God knows I have no appetite for it. “  “ Me ? Feed you ? What do you think I am ?! “ “ We’re here, man, better take your place ! “  “ You shouldn’t have seen this, it’s not for the likes of you, it’s secret. “  “ We all die sometime, you should be well pleased. You’re not going to be burnt up like most of them. “ “ Meat’s the best thing you can aspire to. “  “ As it is, I’ll have to do away with you. “ “ You were asleep, I saw you. “ “ Concentrate on the door that will lead you back to sanity. “  “ You should have left the train, what were you doing ? Trying to hide from me ? “  “ My face was smeared with blood. I could feel it on my cheek, like warpaint. “ “ Didn’t close the door properly. That’s all. “  “ The meat wouldn’t have been of any quality. “  “ There’s no accounting for time in a dead faint. “  “ She broke his lower jaw and right cheek bone before anyone stepped in. “  “ Thoughts of failure, weakness, and death evaporated. “  “ It would be a criminal waste of my experience not to take on an apprentice. “ “ See, they do all this cloning stuff and it gets out of hand. They could be growing fucking monsters for all we know. There’s something down there they won’t tell us about. Cover - up, like I say. “  “ They got the evidence: they’re just keeping us in the fucking dark. There’s something out there that’s not human. “  “ It bred death, not pleasure. “ ‘ The Book of Blood ‘ “ Here then are the stories written on the book of blood. Read, if it pleases you, and learn. “ “ Most will go peacefully along lamplit streets, ushered out of living with prayers and caresses. But for a few, a chosen few, the horrors will come, skipping to fetch them off to the highway of the damned. “  “ It’s proof beyond any doubt, oh God -- how I wish I had not come by it ! “ “ The boy will survive, that is clear. “  “ His beauty will be gone forever, of course. “  “ From now on you will be an object of curiosity at best, and at worst of repugnance and horror. “  “ Our hearts are inextricably tied together. “  “  Trace, with infinite love & patience, the stories that the dead have told on me. “ “ You’re a book of blood, and I’m your sole translator. “  “ The touch was benediction. “  “ There was compassion in that look, and love. “  “ Oh God, that was the crime. “  “ You feel their agonies as if they’d been yours. “  “ The hallway beyond that disappeared altogether. “ “ A revolution overturned the order of his system. “ “ Every history had this particular torture in its history. “  “ No, she’s not all right. Nothing is right ! “  “ Today, there will be no such mercy given. “  “ Surely even the dead must know and obey ? “ “ I saw another sight in you: the lie. The absence of power where I thought there had been something wonderful ! “  “ You have no talent to commune with ghosts, nor have you ever ! “  “ The lies have been told, the tricks have been played. “  “ It was a curious sensation, an illusion of some kind. “  “ The world’s opening up: throwing all senses into ecstasy, coaxing them into wild confusion. “ “ We’ll leave him ten minutes. “  “ At sometime in its history a horror had been committed in that house. No one knows when, or what. “ “ There was a memory and a promise of blood in the air ... a scent that lingered in the sinuses and turned the strongest stomach.“  “ The voices of the dead are at their most shrill. “

#rp meme #book-based starters #book sentence starters #roleplay sentence starters #sentence starters

[callingsergeantbarnes]

Safe

Pairing:- Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count:- 1051

Warnings:- Fluffy softness. Hinted at smut. Threesome. Hinted at Angst

A/N:- Prompt I used was - I feel safe here. Feeling some SamBucky love with a reader and this is what my muse came up with. All mistakes are mine. Banners by @maysdigitalarts​

Summary - As thunder rumbles around you, and lightning flashes you finally admit your feelings. 

A deep rumble of thunder echoed loudly through the house. It teased at his subconscious pulling him from his slumber. The pitter patter of rain pounding at the roof and windows was loud and unforgiving. 

Sam was aware of the sleeping figure at his back as his eyes slowly opened. He listened to Bucky’s breathing, a clear sign he was in a deep sleep, undisturbed by nightmares and the rumbling battle of nature that was currently going on around them. 

He reached for you, finding your side of the bed empty and cold. A clear sign that you had slipped out of the bed you shared with them a while ago. His chest tightened at the thought you had gone again, that something was bothering you enough that you had run away.

And quiet enough that neither of us would notice. 

You were the sneakiest out of the three of them. Bucky shut down when something bothered him and he didn’t want to talk about something, walls up high, and silence in the air for days until he found the right words. Unless he chose to distract himself through physical means. Hard fucking, that left everyone satisfied and well spent. Bruised skin, and claimed hearts and bodies left tingling. There had been more than a few nights where the three of you could be found in a collapsed heap, naked bodies entangled together as hearts pounded as one. Chasing demons away with a touch and a kiss. 

Sam knew his own faults, knew that he looked for other things to do when he didn’t want to face his own demons. That he would find something broken or a problem to solve and throw himself into fixing it. Whether it be something in the house, the boat or tinkering with Red Wing. Not that he needed to do much with the new Wakanda technology of his drones. He needed to process it in his own time, much like Bucky did, but the two of them showed it in different ways. 

You, though. You differed from both of them. Sam couldn’t say whether it was down to your training, or your less than ideal life before them, or the difficulty you had to open up, but you always took yourself away from the two of them whenever something was bothering you. The first time had resulted in both of them searching you for several days until eventually you returned, surprised to find how worried they had both been. Your instincts were always to run. Not use to the support of people who loved you, to family, to people caring. You weren’t use to a lot of things. 

You still ran when you needed to, and Sam hated that you did, even though you always returned to them. He knew you needed that freedom as much as he wanted to help you deal with whatever was troubling you, but it was never longer than 48 hours, and you always kept in touch. Messages to let them both know you were alive, that you were safe, that you would come home to them. 

And that was the painful thing, never knowing what was going on when you left. Never knowing if they would ever see you again. Sam knew you were trying, though. Trying to trust them with your heart, slowly letting your guard down. In letting them love you. Physically, you had no problem, always showing your affection, but when it came to matters of the heart, you were as out of your depth as anyone could be, and fought with your nature all the time. 

But you were trying.  

It had been months since you had left them in the dead of night. 

Usually Bucky was attuned enough to notice, his super senses useful in more ways than one, and allowed him to read you far better than most, but the latest mission had taken its toll.

Sam quietly slipped out of bed. A cautious glance over his shoulder showed Bucky was still in a deep sleep, and hadn’t noticed him leaving. 

Quietly, he stepped out of the room you all shared, his feet leading him to the kitchen to see if you had left a note, an explanation. 

He paused upon entering the kitchen, noticing the back door was wide open. With a frown, Sam cautiously stepped towards the door, reaching for one of the kitchen knives. Everyone was careful not to leave their weapons lying around so his nephews didn’t find them. Curious boys and curious fingers. Nobody wanted that kind of accident to happen. 

He stepped out of the door, his gaze falling to your form, as lightning flashed across the sky. You were sitting on the steps leading down from the decking, leaning against the wooden bannister as you stared out into the rain. 

Sam moved to sit next to you. Despite the rain and the thunder and lightning raging above, it was light enough that he could see you clearly. 

“How long have you been out here?” He asked, concern lacing his words, as he looked at you. Your legs were bare, and wet, as were your feet, but the rest of you remained dry. You glanced in his direction. 

“A few hours. I didn’t want to wake either of you.”

“You didn’t run,” he stated, surprised. Relief washed through him as his heart thudded against his chest.

“I didn’t run,” you agreed. “I feel safe here. With both you and Bucky. I feel safe. I feel like I don’t have to run anymore.”

His breath caught in his throat, and his pulse quickened. 

“I love you,” you continued, your gaze locking with his. “I know I don’t say it often and I’m sorry that I don’t. But I do. I love you. I love Bucky.” 

“I love you too, baby, and you never need to apologise for how long you take to say it.”

You reached for his hand, fingers entwining. 

“I love you both, too.”

Sam twisted his head to look over his shoulder to see Bucky standing in the doorway, looking at both of them with hunger in his eyes. “Now, why don’t the two of you come back to bed so we can show each other just how much we love each other.”

#Drabble Tuesday #Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader #Sam Wilson fanfiction #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Katie writes

[fandomscraziness22]

red columbine (anxiety) — “can you hold my hand? please?” for caleb/adam!

ok, this isn't really the prompt but i don't care because i wanted to do it! (it's heavily based on a scene from Lockwood and Co which everyone should watch!)

red columbine (anxiety) — “can you hold my hand? please?”

“I know I really should have expected that being back together would bring more weirdness to my life, but I really underestimated just how much,” Adam muses as Oliver looks over his notes one more time, and Mark hovers behind him making some sort of snide comment that Adam’s sure is less than helpful.  

Caleb gives him a half smirk from his chair, reaching out to pat Adam’s back affectionately. “I know, but to be fair, neither of us asked for this one.”

Adam sighs, knowing it’s true. Oliver and Mark had reached out asking for Caleb’s help with a magical ring that seemed to have an Atypical’s spirit trapped inside it. Yeah, Adam hadn’t believed it either, but his boyfriend couldn’t say no to Mark, and Mark was working with Oliver to discover dangerous Atypical artifacts, and so here they were, hoping that Caleb could use his empath powers to connect to whatever spirit or Atypical power lay within. 

“Okay, I think we’re ready,” Oliver says, turning back to the boys and clapping his hands once. “Any last questions, Carson?”

Caleb rolls his eyes. “No, Oliver, I know what I’m doing.”

Adam kisses Caleb quickly before promising, “We’ll be right over here if anything goes wrong.”

“It better fucking not,” Mark says under his breath.

Adam moves a little ways away to stand by Mark and Oliver, who has his notebook out. “Be careful,” he adds. 

Caleb nods before closing his eyes and focusing his attention to the ring in his hand. At least, that’s what Adam assumes he’s doing. As the only non-Atypical in the room, he’s a bit freaked at not being able to help in any sort of power-related way, but Caleb had assured him that Adam would be the one he needed if he got lost in his head.

Adam may not have any abilities, but he knows his boyfriend, so he can tell the moment Caleb makes contact with the spirit in the ring. His eyebrows crease, in concentration, then his face relaxes, eyes still closed. 

“There’s music,” Caleb says softly. “Orchestral of some kind. Laughing. People…dancing?”

“How can you tell?” Adam asks, confused. Caleb’s an empath, not a psychic or dreamwalker. He shouldn’t be able to tell anything about the spirit except for its feelings. That’s what they had assumed, anyways.

Oliver makes a note on his paper. “Interesting. That spirit is stronger than I anticipated, if it’s imparting its power into Caleb.”

“What the fuck does that mean, Oliver?” 

“Calm down, Mark, he’s fine.”

Adam watches his boyfriend carefully, but there’s no big change yet. He’s simply relaxed and listening to whatever other side he can sense.

“There’s…happiness, but it’s bittersweet,” Caleb says. “There’s a hard edge to it, like she can tell it won’t last.”

“She?” Adam asks. “Who? What’s going on?”

Caleb shakes his head, his face tightening. “Now she’s annoyed. He wasn’t being truthful, that night. It’s…”

And then Caleb’s eyes open, but they aren’t his eyes, not really. There’s something far away in them, like he’s still watching the spirit’s life.

That shouldn’t be possible. “Caleb?” Adam calls, but his boyfriend doesn’t even look in his direction.

The empath stands suddenly, fingers still clenched around the ring. “Listen, I said I loved you.” His voice is pleading, and Caleb takes a few steps forward towards Adam.

“What?” Adam steps forward to meet Caleb, wary of it all.

“Caleb, what’s happening?” Oliver prods. 

Caleb doesn’t respond to Oliver, but instead puts a hand to Adam’s cheek, caressing it. “I love you. That doesn’t stop because I went to dinner with them.”

Adam’s terrified now, because this shouldn’t be happening. Caleb isn’t supposed to get—what is this, a possession? He shouldn’t be controlled by this spirit.

“Oliver, we need to pull him out,” Adam says. He holds Caleb’s hand against his cheek, but it’s hard to see his boyfriend not looking like himself. He’s not really there, not really Caleb in that moment.

Oliver shakes his head. “Just a few more minutes, I think he’s almost got it.”

“Oliver,” Mark warns, but he’s shushed by the alchemist next to him. 

“Don’t be jealous,” Caleb says. “I promise I—Let me go!”

Suddenly he’s grabbing Adam’s arms, twitching. “Stop, stop! Let me go! Don’t!” Adam struggles to hold on to him, and his heart squeezes in fear. 

“Caleb? It’s okay, I’m here,” Adam tries to comfort him, but Caleb doesn’t hear him.

“No, don’t—” And now Caleb is grasping at his throat, chest heaving. “Can’t…breathe.”

“Oliver!” Adam shouts to the adult behind him. “This is too much, how do we get him out?”

“Grab his hand, please, or something like that. Something to tether him back to the present. Maybe your normal non-Atypical feelings will penetrate through that cloud of Atypical emotions.” Oliver doesn't sound concerned, which Adam is definitely annoyed by but can’t focus on right now.

He pulls one of Caleb’s hands away from his throat and clenches it tightly. “Hey, Caleb, come back to me.”

Caleb gasps again. “No, please,” he whimpers. “Can’t breathe, let me breathe, please!” 

He’s wheezing, and Adam thinks for a moment that his boyfriend is about to die from a fucking Atypical spirit trapped inside a magic ring. What the fuck is his life?

“Mark! Oliver! Help, it’s not working,” Adam yells. “Caleb, listen to me. You’re okay, please be okay, just cut the connection with the ring.” He’s panicking now, because his boyfriend is choking on a memory or whatever and Adam is helpless to do anything about it.

Light floods the room. Adam looks over to see Mark has drawn the curtains aside, and the sunshine is streaming into the possessed empath. Caleb gives one more groan before his eyes roll back into his head and he goes limp, falling into Adam. He tries to steady Caleb but Adam isn’t as strong as his boyfriend, and the two of them collapse in a heap on the floor.

“Caleb?” Adam whispers, patting his cheek and hoping against hope that he’s okay. “Caleb?” he tries again.

Caleb’s eyes open, and he winces. “Fuck, my head is killing me.”

Adam sighs in relief and hauls Caleb up and into a hug. “Oh, thank god,” he breathes. “I thought for a second—”

“I’m okay,” Caleb promises. “She was just way more powerful than I thought.”

“Who?” Oliver asks, coming to stand close to them. “You never said anyone’s name. And Mark, how did you know that would work?” He sounds begrudgingly impressed.

Mark shrugs. “I saw it in a movie once. Figured if we’re dealing with ghosts, maybe some of the stories are true.”

“My life is so weird,” Adam whispers, and the affirming laugh from Caleb is enough for him to finally calm down and listen to Caleb explain what he found from the spirit trapped in the ring. 

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#the bright sessions #tbs #adam x caleb #caleb michaels #adam hayes #post college tapes #angst #fanfic #mark bryant #oliver ritz

[deepspacedukat]

A Blue New Year

This is just a little New Year’s drabble that I didn’t plan on writing. Despite the title it’s fluffy and cute, I promise! Jorik and Celas don’t end up together in Jorik’s main storyline, but I do have more planned for him in the future! Possibly also an AU where they do end up together, but I haven’t decided yet.

Happy New Year from me and my special little Vulcan guy! 💖

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Jorik (Vulcan OC) x Celas Tyrh (Andorian OC)

[A/N: It’s New Year’s Eve, so why not give my little Vulcan a little fun?]

Warnings: Interspecies kiss, Vulcan/Andorian kiss, neither of these guys knows much about Human traditions, but they’re trying to learn, two acquaintances share a New Year’s kiss, slight misunderstanding, but it’s cute.

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**2355 - New Year’s Eve (Nearly Midnight) - San Francisco, Earth**

“You are attempting humor,” Jorik guessed, but the Andorian he was conversing with shook his head.

“I am entirely serious. When the clock strikes midnight and a new year begins, the Humans kiss whoever they’re standing beside. It’s a tradition that dates back centuries,” Celas said gesturing emphatically with his glass of synthale. “Usually they save that kiss for their romantic partners. That’s why so many people brought dates tonight.”

“Did you bring someone with you?” The Vulcan asked raising an eyebrow curiously. He hadn’t observed the thaan arriving with anyone else, but it was possible that his date was already here or had arrived late. Jorik certainly hadn’t thought to bring anyone. Since his betrothal ended, he hadn’t actively sought out a partner. If he met someone special, he would pursue the relationship, but if he didn’t then that was alright, too.

“No. I’m not currently involved with anyone, and I didn’t really have anyone in mind. Nice to see I’m not the only one who came alone,” Celas said with a friendly smile. Jorik noted several people had in fact come alone, but he agreed with his new acquaintance’s sentiment.

Celas’s antennas gave a little twitch as the volume of the party’s music lowered. Both Cadets looked toward the center of the room where the bar’s stage was located, and a Human woman in a rather fancy dress tapped the microphone.

“It’s almost time for the countdown!” Less than sober cheers erupted all around the room and glasses of champagne were being handed out by the wait staff. “I hope you all brought your partners, because it’s almost time to ring in the new year with a kiss!”

Jorik quietly accepted a champagne flute even though he didn’t much care for the taste.

“Shame we’ll have to miss out,” the slightly-tipsy Andorian mused, but he wasn’t morose for long. His antennas went up and he turned to look at Jorik. “Unless of course...”

“‘Unless’ what?” Jorik couldn’t tell what his new acquaintance had in mind, but he saw his cheeks go a deeper shade of blue as the crowd around them began counting down from ten.

“You said you enjoy learning about Human traditions, right?” Celas saw Jorik nod his head in agreement and turned to face him more fully. “Then may I kiss you?”

The crowd was at ‘five’ when Jorik’s eyebrows shot toward his hairline.

They reached ‘four’ when he fully processed what Celas had asked and decided that kissing an Andorian would be a strange way to learn about Human culture...but logical under the circumstances.

The strike of ‘three’ was when he took a step closer to the much taller thaan and looked up at him.

Jorik nodded his head at ‘two’ as a green blush spread to the tips of his ears, and he extended the first two fingers of his free hand.

At ‘one,’ Celas gave a toothy grin and leaned toward him.

It was only logical that Jorik’s first sleep of the new year had been filled with dreams of soft blue lips against his. An unexpected outcome, but not an unwelcome one.

#deepspacedukat fic #Jorik of Vulcan #Celas The Andorian

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Immortal Shield  Chapter 5: U-Turn

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The morning was rather uneventful and quiet. Ardyn and Caelan woke up early to pack up camp, grabbed breakfast at Takka’s Pit Stop, and headed to the garage to fetch the Scepter. There was the occasional banter here and there, but they were more or less contemplative. Neither of them had to say anything for the other to understand that they didn’t wish to continue furthering any deep conversations, knowing their journey would be over by afternoon at the latest.

“Please tell Cindy my thanks whenever she and Cid return,” Caelan said to the assistant from last night. Her features brimming with excitement to have her car again. Seeing it being towed outside for the first time in ages, it felt good to know life was getting back on track for herself.

The assistant nodded. “Sure thing! If you go on any more hunts in the future, make sure you park a good distance away from your kill. Don’t want another repeat! Safe travels!”

He ventured off into the garage to continue working on other client orders.

Ardyn couldn’t suppress the amused chortle that escaped him. He wasn’t as familiar with Hunters and their customs, but he knew enough to understand what Caelan had done was a rookie mistake. A big and expensive one at that. Though Ardyn did keep his word about footing the bill, he was quite happy expenditures wouldn’t be his problem for too long.

Ardyn watched as Caelan shot him a glare knowing full well it meant he needed to keep his mouth shut. He shrugged, feigning it was of no consequence to him, and circled the black vehicle. He let out a whistle. Whether it was done out of sarcasm or genuine appreciation, Caelan wouldn’t know. Ardyn refused to let her know while he grinned.

“So this is the infamous Scepter you spent the other night rambling about.” Ardyn stopped and stood beside Caelan as her eyes drank in her repaired car.

“Yup! It’s an older type, but it runs smoothly compared to other brands out there.” Caelan said as a matter of fact. “Pales next to the king's Regalia for sure, but it gets the job done.”

Ardyn shook his head in disbelief, chuckling as Caelan’s features grew with puzzlement.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” Ardyn sighed. “You reminded me of something I said a long time ago.”

“Hopefully it wasn’t in a bad context?” Caelan mused.

“For once, not at all.” Ardyn decided not to waste further time than necessary. He went over to the passenger side, opened the door, and carefully got in. Caelan soon follows suit, getting herself reacquainted with the car. The keys were already in the ignition, it didn’t take long to start it up and before either of them knew it, they were on the road. The new engine of the Scepter came to life when Caelan adjusted the clutch to change the gears. Something that piqued Ardyn’s interest.

“I didn’t realize the car wasn’t a manual,”

“As I said, it’s an older model. Most people don’t like stick shift, but I like the control I have over it.” Caelan smiled big, her eyes on the road as Ardyn rolled down the passenger window, so he could enjoy the morning breeze before it would get too hot.

“Seems to me you enjoy projecting your mind's traumas onto your vehicle,” Ardyn said aloud. His tone was proud as Caelan briefly glanced his way.

“Alright smart ass I'll bite,” Caelan huffed. “Where did you get that wild concept from?”

“Easy, just by how you took care of it after your engagement with the Flexitusk. Having the car right in the middle of a hunt, I can tell you have a death wish of sorts. Even if you aren’t consciously aware of it. I’d say you had more than a handful of such experiences being close to death, and much like rescuing your car from the Flexitusk, you’d step in at the last second before irreparable damage could be done to you.”  Ardyn paused, giving both himself and Caelan a moment to digest everything he said before continuing on.

“You also seem to enjoy the illusion of control. A stick shift is anything but. One slip up, and the car crashes. Do you suffer from passive suicidal ideation? Perhaps if there was a way I could give you my immortality, it would be to your benefit.” Ardyn leaned back in the chair, letting out a content sigh as he stretched his arms.

“If you’re trying to get me to hate you before I drop you off at the palace gate, you’re doing a fantastic job. That whole profiling gimmick was uncalled for.” Caelan said bitterly. She was in disbelief, that he would be trying to push her buttons at this hour. Then again considering who Ardyn was, she shouldn’t have assumed anything less.

“My apologies. I’m merely having my fun. I haven’t done such a thing in ages.” Ardyn grinned briefly, his eyes closing as he could feel the wind pick up further, blowing against the long strands of his hair. He’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t missed this, riding in a vehicle again. He couldn’t help but wonder what had become of Old Red, his automobile he bought with his first check while working as chancellor. No doubt it was scrap metal at this point. If anyone knew who the original owner was, they'd chuck it too.

“You know, I could say a lot of mean shit about you too before we get to Insomnia,” Caelan said suddenly, getting Ardyn’s full attention as he laughed.

“Oh, by all means, why don’t you return the favor? I’m good for it.”

“Gladly,” Caelan scoffed, her left hand turning the wheel while she adjusted the clutch to another gear level, ensuring they would make it up a steep part of the road.

“You’re a coward that believes death is going to absolve you of what you've done to Eos, and you seem to be under the impression that when you die, that’s it. Well, what if that’s not the case? What if you have to atone and it’s much worse in the afterlife than here among the living?”

Ardyn knitted his brows, letting out a sigh. “Having been dead until recently, I can tell you I recall no such thing as an afterlife.”

“Not even a little?” Caelan asked, genuinely curious now and not as hostile. This was the first time the topic had been brought up between them.

“What do you remember?”

“I thought you were roasting me?” Ardyn countered, trying to steer the conversation away from the subject.

“Just answer the damn question.” Caelan said bluntly, once more adjusting the clutch of the Scepter.

Ardyn sighed in defeat. Though he could’ve continued being a halfwit at Caelan’s expense, he decided against further confrontation. A part of Ardyn didn’t feel it was right to tell someone else about the experience, as if it would spoil some grand surprise. He chose to throw caution to the wind however. Carefully Ardyn spoke as he rolled up the window until only a crack remained open.

“I can’t describe what nothingness is. I had no body nor mind to process it at all. When I awoke on Angelgard, I do recall when I was first becoming conscious, I heard sounds. Voices from entities. I’m assuming the Astrals or some form of them, and I heard my Ae--” Ardyn paused. Not wanting to say her name. He loved her too much to let Aera’s name be further tainted by his mouth. He also didn’t want Caelan prying into his intimate details.

“Anyway,” Ardyn paused. “I imagine what I experienced was akin to dreamless slumber. And I miss it so.”

“There was no one then, nothing else?” Caelan was quick to ask. She swallowed as her thoughts drifted to one person's face in mind as she tensed her grip on the wheel. The quirk not going unnoticed by Ardyn as she could feel his eyes on her.

“Afraid not. The human mind cannot fully comprehend eternity. Speaking from personal experience cursed with everlasting life it can drive one berserk.” Ardyn’s tone was morose, but he too could feel curiosity nipping away at him as he eyed Caelan.

“Was there someone you were hoping to know about?”

Caelan didn’t say a word, going silent for a time before she muttered. “Yeah, my father. Oddly enough.”

“I’m not a medium, unfortunately.”

“Good for us both.” Caelan said with a laugh, trying to ease the tension growing in the car.

“I’m assuming it wasn’t a good relationship, then?”

Ardyn’s voice was calm, leaving Caelan to wonder if he was being genuine or not with his question. She decided not to question him further nor respond. Either way, it seemed for once Ardyn got the hint he was on dangerous grounds, and decided not to pry any further.

The answers Caelan received had sent something of a chill down her spine. Maybe for lack of a better word, it was something primal, and Caelan felt there was something beautiful yet terrifying about death based on Ardyn’s account. Either way, it didn’t seem so bad. Not to mention it gave her closure, that there was no way Julian could rise again unlike the man riding in her car.

The rest of the drive to Insomnia’s checkpoint was met without a hitch. There were some light words tossed here and there, but between Ardyn and Caelan it had been neutral. Both were enjoying the desert scenery, appreciating it now that they were not dealing with the heat. Ardyn couldn’t help but wonder about something, smiling Caelan’s way as she turned briefly to meet his gaze.

“What is it?” Caelan asked.

“I’m curious what you’re going to do after all is said and done,” Ardyn smiled. “You’ll have much gil in your pocket from me, and I’m sure titles and other trinkets after handing me over. Can’t fault a man for wondering.”

“You afraid I’m going to blow it all on consorts and gambling?” Caelan teased, surprised it seemed to have humored Ardyn as he too laughed.

“Gods I hope not,” Ardyn said in between fits. “Much too unkind to not include me on that. Especially after I’m dead.”

“I didn’t take you for the partying type. Anyone tell you you’re too morbid?” Caelan joked.

“I’m not really, but from what I remember being chancellor, I was quite fond of getting drunk and blacking out in my spare time. It would explain some of my outlandish attire. As for being morbid, for most people, I would say that is a fair assessment. You did well putting up with me these past few days.”

“Wasn’t a problem at all,” Caelan spoke softly. She wasn’t going to lie, a part of her was going to miss him. As odd as it was.

Little did she know, that Ardyn too felt the same way in some regard. He was too prideful to admit it and didn’t want any capacity of hope to take root in his mind. The fewer people he knew this time around, the easier it would be to let go. Not that Ardyn had issues with dying before. He had done it many times already, but even with the unstable relationships he had with fellows such as Verstael and even Aldercapt himself, there was that bit of humanity in him that felt good to have belonged for a short time. Even if everyone were merely pawns in his game.

As the checkpoint to Insomnia’s gates became close, Ardyn was taken back as Caelan abruptly stopped the car. The Scepter came to a screeching halt, kicking up debris and dust from the road. They couldn’t have been more than fifty feet away from the entry point, and out of aggravation, Ardyn sighed sharply.

“Cahl, what the--” Ardyn began, only to be met with one of Caelan’s fingers held up, beckoning him to stay quiet. He watched as she cautiously began to look around them. Her eyes scanned the outside of the windows from front to back before narrowing her focus straight ahead.

Ardyn followed her gaze, and he could see Caelan staring down three men that seemingly came out of nowhere. He wondered how long they had been present, and how come he didn’t pick up on it like herself. There was something about their presence that had Ardyn grow uncomfortable. He could even feel the daemonic energy that he had done a good job repressing wanting to leak out.

Not now. Ardyn thought to himself. Now is not the time.

“Ardyn, stay in the car.” Caelan said as she opened up the door.

“I can talk with--” He was surprised to be met with a piercing gaze from Caelan. Her eyes pleading with him as she firmly spoke again.

“Ardyn, as your shield, stay in the damn car.”  

Caelan had never raised her voice, not until now. The red flags were beginning to grow further for Ardyn. With a growl, he stayed put. He couldn’t help but feel his body brace itself as he carefully watched the situation unfold. The entire time, his hands began to tremble. Fingertips gripping tightly into the material of his pants. He so badly wanted to get out of the car so he could hear what was going on. Whatever the case, Caelan looked visibly distraught despite the tough façade she was putting on before the men.

Ardyn took in several deep breaths. Frustrated at himself as the cataclysmic impulses ebbed and flowed. He had no daemons in his body, no minds of other men overwriting his own, yet it seemed the starscourge had left an everlasting mark that followed him to and from death.

Small flashbacks came to haunt Ardyn as he continued to watch. The third night he was alive, discovering he still had the dark gift after accidentally cutting himself with a knife. Enraged at his clumsiness, Ardyn watched as the deep crimson shade morphed into an inky black, only to return to its normal red hue upon panic. A few days after, how he healed a wounded Dualhorn who had its leg caught by a barbed wired fence. Ardyn had taken the pain into himself, feeling the intensity of the Dualhorn’s experience as his body absorbed it all and the deep gash shut. The young creature hadn’t become corrupted nor daemonified, easily returning to its herd once Ardyn freed it. As Ardyn washed his hands in a nearby puddle, he was met with a pair of yellow black eyes. The likes of which terrified him to no end once he realized the energy from the wound must’ve fueled his daemonic side. That night was when Ardyn first tried to kill himself. Failing miserably mixing potions with alcohol. It did nothing but made him sick and miserable.

Gods, there were so many questions he had. Ardyn wanted to wring every god by their neck and demand answers. He even tried praying shortly after his suicide attempt, only to be met with profound silence and the pain of his own thoughts. He wondered if he'd ever know the truth of why he was alive again.

In the present, more deep breaths followed, and Ardyn could feel the twitchiness in his hands began to fade. He thought he might’ve been in the clear, until he witnessed Caelan’s shoulder was shot. His eyes widened, seeing Caelan summon a spear out of thin air and stabbed through two of the men. Just as she was aiming to strike through the third, Ardyn saw five men come from the left and right of her. Ten in total. She was outnumbered.

Ardyn launched himself out of the car as soon as he opened the door. His arms rising high as the haunting red like silhouette of the royal arms appeared, and with a gesture of his hands he had the ghost like blades go after the men. Three were immediately stabbed through the chest, their blood pooling out from their bodies as he sprinted to Caelan’s side.

“That has gone far enough!” Ardyn hollered. He put himself in front of Caelan as her back met his and she faced the other way, her spear ready to go as the group recovered from the sudden surprise and encircled them.

“Wait!” One of the men hollered, borderline screamed. The group remained ready to attack, yet they waited for a signal. Ardyn was calm while Caelan panted heavily as they awaited what was to come next.

“We have no business nor qualms with you, whoever you are. Please, if you value your life, stand aside.” The man who had the others stand down yelled towards Ardyn.

“It seems I’m involved nonetheless,” Ardyn countered with a huff. He glanced behind him slightly, whispering to Caelan. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I will be. I thought I told you to stay in the car.” Caelan murmured back harshly.

“And let you have all the fun? Please.” Ardyn sighed. He remained close to Caelan, but with a snap of his fingers, the royal arms disappeared. The sudden gasps and murmurs had the group taken back. The leader especially, as Ardyn watched him visibly shake. Ardyn decided to try and be diplomatic, not wanting the darker half of him to be further antagonized into coming out.

“State your name and tell me what business you have with my shield.” Ardyn said, to which he was met with some laughter here and there. He wasn’t amused in the slightest.

“Tempus Luridum. Former lieutenant of Julian Zamfir’s crownsguard Einherjar unit. Current leader of the Einherjar.” The man replied firmly, though there was a boastfulness in his tone that had Ardyn genuinely disliking him right out of the gate. He was further aggravated as Tempus smiled like he knew something Ardyn wasn’t aware of.

“I hate to inform you about your shield, but Caelan Zamfir is a wanted criminal for genocide.”

Ardyn’s eyes widened slightly. He cast a glance to Caelan as she subtly shook her head. The ferocity in her eyes seemed to grow. Ardyn couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to the statement as he cleared his throat, gesturing out towards Tempus.  

“Is that so?” Ardyn smiled mischievously. “For such heavy charges, do you have any proof to the matter? I’d very much like to see for myself. In which case, if she is a genocidal maniac, I’ll gladly turn her over and compensate for the men you lost by my hand. I don’t need that on my conscience while seeking an audience with the king.”

Ardyn smirked as he could see this Tempus character was taken off guard. Caelan was also visibly dumbfounded as she hissed.

“I should’ve known you were a two faced son of a--”

Ardyn shushed her, briefly giving a wink to indicate he was playing everyone up. He took note of the uncertainty that took over Caelan’s features, and the fear too that he was going to hand her over.

“As a former crownsguard member, I don’t have to give a civilian such things.” Tempus’s tone was authoritative, raising a brow as he noticed Ardyn’s gaze was fixated upon him.

Ardyn, very much unimpressed with the response, didn’t bother to hide his disproval as he spoke.

“Funny, I seem to recall the motto once a crownsguard always a crownsguard. That even upon retirement you remain bound to your oaths. And as a former or current crownsguard, if a civilian asks for proof of a crime and subsequent arrest, you must show evidence. Is that not Lucian custom?”

“That’s not--”

“Tempus, don’t answer to him!” A feminine voice from the group called out. Suddenly all attention drawn to her as she held up her sword, pointing it in Ardyn’s direction.

“The sword trick from earlier, those were the royal arms! He’s not the king, so it must be the Adagium!”

“Looks like my secret is out. Can't say I didn't try to be civil.” Ardyn sighed.

In a matter of seconds, everyone was back on the offensive. Including Ardyn himself as he summoned the blades yet again. The ghostly figures of the weaponry cautiously moved about in a circle, protecting both Caelan and himself. They radiated a powerful hum causing Caelan to shudder. Ardyn could see the look of awe in Caelan’s face, causing him to briefly smile with pride before his focus went back to Tempus.

“I don’t know how an ill gotten beast like you is still roaming around after the king sent you to hell, but now your choice should be easier. Give us Zamfir, and we will let you go about your business. Keep her as your shield, and we’ll take both your corpses. I’m sure the king would love to put you in the ground yet again.”

“I have to say, a former crownsguard ambushing a lady over accusations when you yourself have no concrete evidence is highly crooked. Even for one such as myself.” Ardyn said bluntly, completely ignoring Tempus’s terms and conditions.

“Are you saying we have no honor, Adagium?!” Tempus yelled, his face growing red as Ardyn nonchalantly sighed.

“I’m not saying you have no honor dear Tempus, I’m implying its nonexistent. Calling me Adagium further proves the point.”

It took every bit of will power Caelan had not to break her seriousness down and begin laughing. She couldn’t believe how Ardyn was holding ground by merely giving Tempus a tongue lashing that should’ve happened years ago.

“I’m afraid if you deprive me of my shield, we’re going to have some serious trouble. And by trouble, I mean you’ll die.” Ardyn said as a matter of fact. He could sense the despair suddenly rise in the men and women as he made his intentions known he would kill with no hesitation.

Their hands easily shook against their swords, guns, and other weaponry. Once poised to kill, now reconsidering their choices, especially with the knowledge of who they were truly up against. Not some random stranger that Zamfir was assisting, but the Adagium. The creature who brought Eos to ruin and even conquered gods before death. They all looked to Tempus, their designated leader, watching as the man braced himself then yelled aloud, sealing their fates.

“Not if we kill you both first!”

Ardyn and Caelan split from each other and the fight was on.

Blades lunged, skin was pierced, and the metallic scent of blood permeated the dry air of the Leide region. Shallow screams and ill fated whisps of breath made their way through the atmosphere as bone met steel and magic met bodies. The fight began a crescendo into a dangerous dance. Ardyn could feel himself faltering after one of the blades from his arsenal impaled a soldier who he had been toying with. His vision began to blur, the upper half his body feeling weak. Surprise ran amok in his mind as he felt the energy within himself begin to drain, as if the blades themselves were parasitic and consuming his lifeforce for themselves.

N-no. I’m immortal. This can’t-- The sudden symptoms were enough of a distraction that Ardyn hissed out when he felt a spear cut his cheek. He managed to counter the attacker by giving a swift kick to the chest when their defenses were down. Ardyn’s attention came to a stand still when he witnessed Caelan from afar, going hand to hand with Tempus. At some point during the altercation, both of them lost their weapons and resorted to natural brutality. From what Ardyn could see while he bested yet another one of the Einherjar, Caelan had the upper hand for a time. Until Tempus was able to exploit her wounded left arm, playing dirty by using a knife he had hidden on his person to jab it into the injury while Caelan fell to her knees, screaming loud while fending off kicks he attempted.  

Ardyn’s eyes turned black as night, save for the yellow rings of his honey colored eyes. In a flash he teleported. His body becoming a black mist as he reappeared in between Caelan and Tempus. His mouth flashed open, exposing teeth that almost looked inhuman while a primal screech bellowed through his throat. The sudden act caught Tempus off guard as he fell backwards. Ardyn wrapped his body around Caelan, focusing on the car and in a matter of moments, they were inside.

Caelan in sudden shock as adrenaline tore through her body gasped aloud when she noticed they were inside the Scepter. There was a crazed look to her eyes, her body feeling like it was echoing from the inside out. She couldn’t tell if it was because Tempus might’ve poisoned the blade to her shoulder, or if it was Ardyn’s doing. That’s when it dawned on her, she turned her head towards Ardyn. Being met with a ferocious pair of yellow and black eyes, the dark color so deep it almost looked like the void of the cosmos entrapped whatever light was in him.

“Cahl, drive!” Ardyn shouted, his voice a mix of something animal and human. “Do it now!”

His voice startled Caelan as she jumped, then quickly did as she was told. The Scepter roared to life and in seconds, they were back on the road. Caelan did her best to keep her left hand on the steering wheel while her right worked the clutch, soon making the vehicle top almost 90 MPH. She didn’t stop for anyone or anything, even going around other cars. Whatever she had to do to put as much distance between herself and the men after her.

“Where are we to head?” Ardyn breathed out in between pants.

“Lestallum or close to it.” Caelan replied as she exhaled. “Get as far away from Leide.”

“And Galdin Quay?”

“No, can’t risk going back the way we came. They’d anticipate that.”

Both Caelan and Ardyn were silent as they caught their breaths, allowing their bodies to tamper down and settle. There was so many questions and thoughts either of them had, but for the time being, both were too startled to reconcile and too pissed to fully be present. It took an hour before Ardyn decided to cast the first stone. He only did so once he observed Caelan adjust the speed of the vehicle to something more safe.

“Are you going to tell me what happened back there?” Ardyn swallowed, his throat dry as he glanced her way with a soft glare.

“I should be asking you the same thing,” Caelan retorted. She sounding more angry than he was at the situation. “You told me the other night you weren’t the Adagium any longer. That you couldn’t use those kind of powers to daemonify and--”

“Don’t call me that,” Ardyn warned. “I’m telling the truth. I am not who I once was.”

“That doesn’t explain the eyes, or the other shit.” Caelan held her ground, despite her fears towards him.

“I seem to have remnant powers, but I assure you I can’t daemonify anything, I have no plans to bring the world to ruin, and I mean you no harm.” Ardyn raised his voice, purposefully trying to domineer so he could focus more on the questions he had for her. He shot a glare towards Caelan, blinking a few times as the black part of his eyes receded.

“Did you really commit genocide like that idiot said?”

“No, I didn’t!” Caelan said bitterly. There was a delay in her voice as she swallowed back blood and spit. “I didn’t harm people like that. I watched but--I didn’t do anything.”

“You watched people get slaughtered and merely watched? How honorable of you.” Ardyn’s tone was accusatory as he furrowed his brows. If anything, he was disappointed in her. Disappointed in his high assumptions of Caelan despite her sharing she had a history of crime. Then again, Ardyn knew he tended to set the bar too high for most humans. So many were a regret.

“It’s not what you think!” Caelan shouted. “And you have no right to judge given your less than clean record! I shouldn’t have to justify anything to you!”

“Enlighten me then, what happened? What was Julian Zamfir’s relation to you? Brother? Husband? What did you do, Cahl?” Ardyn knew he was being interrogating, but at this point, didn’t care to hold back. He was rather surprised when Caelan pulled the Scepter to the side of the road, slamming the breaks as she turned to face him.

“Julian Zamfir was my father and I killed him!” Caelan all but screamed right at his face. She watched as Ardyn blinked a few times. The message ringing loud and clear to him as he backed off some to give her space.

Once the shock wore itself thin, Ardyn rubbed his forehead. Ignoring the dull ache of the cut on his cheek. He was speechless as Caelan fell back against the drivers seat, taking in a deep breath as she briefly shut her eyes. The stress and pain from the altercation now getting the best of her as a few stray tears trickled down her face, intermingling with blood.

“Cahl,” Ardyn spoke quietly, carefully observing her. He squinted for a moment, his vision coming back to him more. Her shoulder looked really bad. The blood was seeping down her clothes and into the seat from what he could observe.

“You should let me drive.”

“No, I got it. It’s fine. I’m fine. I always will be.” Caelan said dismissively, blinking and rubbing away at her eyes. She was back on the road in moments, and Ardyn furrowed his brows. He could tell from her shallow breathing to the quakes in her arms that blood loss was becoming more apparent. If he didn’t stop her, she could easily get them both into a wreck.

“This will anger you, but I must insist. Your arm is too mangled. C’mon,” He reached over, gently taking a hold of the wheel as Caelan felt herself drift to the side of the highway yet again. Coming to a stop, she took in a deep breath. Finding it harder to breathe.

“I feel weird,” Caelan remarked, feeling a sudden wave of nausea hit her.

“You’re probably going to faint.” Ardyn explained as he got out of the passenger side and came around to the drivers. He opened the door and stretched his arms out towards her. He let out a grunt, feeling her weight upon him as he helped Caelan to her feet. He led her to the other side of the Scepter with no issue, letting Caelan balance against him when need be. Ardyn took this moment of close proximity to look at the damage to her shoulder. It was something he felt confident he could heal by himself, but not until they were out of danger.

Once he helped lower her into the passengers side, he cleaned her arm the best he could with the sleeve of his white shirt, then tore off a long strip of the material to tie around the cut. Ardyn then adjusted the seat so it was further back and reclined. He coaxed Caelan to lie down with her feet on the dash.

“Keep your legs elevated. It won’t be as painful when you do lose consciousness.”

“Who gave you a medical license?” Caelan quipped. It wasn’t long after and she was out cold like Ardyn predicted. He made a face, furrowing his brows as he sighed and went to take over the drivers seat. Ardyn thanked whatever was listening that he still knew how to drive. That was a skillset he didn’t have to reteach himself upon resurrection. He forgot how nice it was to have control over a vehicle, and it dawned on him he was a hypocrite, recalling the earlier conversation with Caelan.

Ardyn glanced down at Caelan’s body for a moment once the Scepter was back on the road. He let out a sigh, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe how close he was to reaching Insomnia and plotting with his nephew to have himself killed, now the opportunity was gone in a blink of an eye for the time being. Regret began to coil around his heart as he glared ahead.

“What the hell did I get myself into?” It was one of the many things he asked aloud as he scouted, looking for a safe place to rest and recoup.

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[jikyuuryoku]

@sharkteethandduckfeathers asked:

[ hips ]  your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

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It’s funny what a little bit of solitude and introspection can do to people. This was hardly the first time Rin and Ai have stumbled out of some cafe together during one of Rin’s many visits back home, taking advantage of the face time as best as they could and pretending, as they always do, professionally and on cue, that neither of them feel or care for that magnetic tug. Ai reckons it’s been two, maybe three years since graduation; a cumulative six since they’ve known each other by name. That’s about six years of mutually agreeing to ignore the elephant in the room.

To Rin’s credit, he started it. Insisted stopping at his hotel just for a second to pick something up before the two of them carried on, probably to meet up with someone else - Ai can’t even remember the name Rin mentioned. He couldn’t tell you when his field of view became nothing but broad shoulders and red hair. It was clear RIn was thinking, but stopped short of doing something. 

Ai thinks he gets it. Rin’s staring at the elephant, probably praying to god Ai will look at it, too. And Ai, in all his tenacity and unbridled self-commitment, refuses to disappoint.

"Rin.” Hands are on Rin’s hips, a touch far too rare to be anything less than obvious. Ai tugs, just enough to bring their bodies together - and if he leans against his friend, presses their bodies flush, just enough to get his point across, he will not deny it. Despite the proximity, the way he looks at Rin is almost with reprimand. “I’ve met you half way. Now I need you to do the same.” Otherwise, I might loose my cool...!

#sharkteethandduckfeathers #ask

[gas-stxtion]

@freeddead said: 11 for spencer

(rough childhood questions - open)

11. was there anyone who was a shining light for your muse? Ie. was there any adult who they could genuinely rely on / trust?

//Time to be a filthy fucking jencer stan on main- Okay, jokes aside, growing up, there weren’t really any adults that Spencer could rely on or trust. At most, the guidance counselor at his school TRIED, but the shitty small town where he grew up was not equipped to handle his situation, neither his mental health struggles nor the abuse he faced. For the most part, the townspeople’s approach to Spencer Middleton was to say a prayer for him and call it a day, not to actually intervene in any meaningful way. And so, from a young age, Spencer learned not to trust the adults around him, and he didn’t see any of them as being capable OR willing to do anything for him.

However, there was one person he trusted and relied on for much of his childhood: Jack.

Jack and Spencer were far from the only kids even in their grade alone that were in abusive or otherwise unhealthy situations, but they found common ground with each other when they couldn’t with pretty much anyone else. Because Jack also learned at a young age that the adults around him couldn’t be trusted to help him when he really needed. And so, Jack and Spencer were, for their elementary school years, pretty much each other’s only support systems. When they could, they would sneak away from their homes and make their way to the playground of their school, where they would spend hours just sitting next to each other underneath a specific tree, enjoying some peace.

Neither of them ever talked with the other about their situations, but they didn’t have to. Spencer and Jack saw each other’s injuries, and they just kinda... knew. I think they probably exchanged maybe a handful of complete sentences over the course of their friendship with each other, probably not even admitting that they WERE friends, but it was the closest bond either of them had for a long time.

Unfortunately, though, it did fall apart. Not with a dramatic fight or anything, but just... naturally, the two drifted apart. Jack was placed in foster care and his situation began to improve (at least a little), and he was told to stay away from Spencer Middleton, the freak, the monster, his rotten classmate who could only hurt others. I don’t think Jack ever completely believed what he was told about Spencer, not after how close they were when they were younger, but as his situation got better, the two spent less and less time together. And, of course, Spencer’s situation only grew worse as he got older, and he became angrier and angrier, more and more bitter.

Ultimately, Spencer’s anger culminated when he was 18 and burned his childhood home to the ground with his parents inside, shortly before he left town. He came back, of course, but that was the last impression he left on Jack before the events of the series.

So, yeah, to answer the question: he did have one person he trusted growing up, but that person wasn’t an adult--instead, the only one he felt he could trust was another traumatized child he felt a bond with.

To clarify, yes, this is part headcanon, part AU on my part, but shsh let me have fun. Spencer and Jack being close when they were younger adds an interesting new dimension to their dynamic in canon, and you can quote me on that.

#freeddead #//i have a lot more thoughts on this actually but i didn't wanna turn this into an 8 page essay #//but yeah also thinking like. huh. i wonder if spencer was jealous of sabine #//because jack and sabine grew closer as he and spencer drifted apart #//so spencer being jealous of her is a very real possibility #//that's something i'm gonna have to think about and explore further #abuse cw #abuse mention cw #//also this isn't really romantic but i'll put it in my jencer tag regardless #lit the fuse and missed the candle {jack/spencer} #❝ if he was going to kill me‚ i wanted him to think i wasn't afraid ❞ {spencer middleton} #you know this whole thing is one big experiment‚ right? and you're the little mouse? {ooc} #as far as jobs go‚ it's not the best‚ but it's not the worst either {headcanons}

[pnrwrites]

💖Day 12: Ludus💖

For a prince, he was awfully obnoxious. She supposed it was to be expected from a prince of Death, but the stories of charming smiles and gallant rescues she’d been fed since birth still clung to the forefront of Emilie’s mind. Prince Avren was neither of these things and didn’t seem inclined on pretending otherwise. He was more of a... oh, what was it? The word was on the tip of her tongue, taunting her.

“Scoundrel,” she muttered decidedly.

“Is that what you think of me?”

Emilie mentally cursed, avoiding the amused smile of the prince beside her. Obnoxious indeed.

“I haven’t yet come to a decision for my opinion of you,” Emilie said, pointedly raising her chin in the air. “That would be a start, though.”

“You’ll need to get more creative than that,” Prince Avren mused, pretending to rub his chin in thought. “I’ve been called a scoundrel plenty of times.”

She raised a brow. “A rake, then?”

He smirked. “Even more, although I feel that’s even less accurate.”

Emilie huffed. “How would you describe yourself then?”

She almost wished she hadn’t asked. The prince’s smile widened wickedly. “Heroic, kind, charming, and devilishly handsome are only a few that come to mind.”

“I noticed you didn’t say smart.”

“Need I state the obvious?” She barely refrained from rolling her eyes. This only seemed to amuse him further. “How would you describe me? Do be creative about it--and don’t be afraid to be as detailed as possible.”

Emilie huffed a laugh, struggling to bite back a smile. “Bold, certainly. Oblivious. Perhaps even annoying, if I’m being kind about it.”

She wondered if her jest had gone too far--he was still a prince, after all--but the way Prince Avren clutched his chest and laughed confirmed he hadn’t taken a word of it to heart. She couldn’t decide if this pleased her or not.

“Harsh, but honest. I can appreciate the quality.” His gaze moved across the hall, straying toward the windows to the cemetery. It was the largest graveyard in the continent, housing more corpses and souls than Emilie knew what to do with--and Prince Avren ruled over them all. It was a sobering thought.

“Do you like being prince of the dead?” she asked suddenly. Compared to the other royal houses, it seemed like he had drawn the short end of the stick. Death was a touchy subject, mortal or not.

“It has its complications,” he admitted, the playfulness gone from his voice. “I hold a lot of power, yes, but that only attracts vultures. I can’t be too careful when making friends.” Somehow, she felt he was talking about her. “But there is peace in it, too. I cannot imagine a greater curse than to help lead departed souls to their eternal home. It certainly beats the alternative.”

“Which is?”

They stopped walking. Emilie hadn’t realized they had already reached the library, but the air between them hung like an ax bracing to fall.

“Much worse,” he murmured. She barely caught the haunted look in his eye before the prince turned away, leaving her alone in the castle of the departed.

Day 12 of Valentine/February Prompts

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