#i guess i’m gonna internalize that for an undetermined amount of time now!!!!

[wiredandrewired]

Was trying to actually work on something but my brain is stuck on loop.  So instead I’m gonna make a post of the Voltron stuff sitting unposted in my writing WIP folder to help me organize my thoughts.

I guess since I’m posting this, if you have anything you wanna say/ask about any of these feel free.  I respond well to outside interest.

1. Project ReVolt is without a doubt the project I’ve posted about the most here.  And talked about in random tags.  And tangents.  Originally it was just the name the project had in my internal brain filing cabinet but it’s kind of spread and stuck to where my wife and I just refer to it as that when we talk about it.

ReVolt is basically going to be a VLD series rewrite more along the lines of how my wife and I would have done it or at least liked to see it done.  In some places it will probably stick pretty damn close to the events of the series canon, but in others go completely off the deep end.  We’re each going to be doing one, so a lot of the headcanon and worldbuilding and such that we’ve worked out together in various other stories and RPs will be consistent between the two stories, but it will also give us a place to veer out and do things without the others’ input (as we’re not gonna let each other see our fics until they post, tee hee).  I’ve done a SHITPOT of rules and infrastructure work using actual alchemy tracts to try and make sense of the series’ largely Powers As The Plot Demands system,  and am pretty convinced I’m going to A)fall hard into my very common Esoterica Ranting Mode pitfall and B)enrage literally everyone who reads it with my character and plot choices.  Most conservative estimate says this will be six ‘books’ long as again, we’re doing literally the entire series.  Current status: at the ‘ridiculously large amount of notes and setting up actual arcs and outlines’ stage, and waiting for the wife to finish ‘Happier HOPEless’.

2. There Are No Monsters Here is a fic I really want to do but cannot seem to get off the ground, set to take place entirely in the ‘last universe’ from season 8--the one native-Honerva died in and crazed-death-god-Honerva picked out as her ideal and tried to wedge herself into.  I guess the basic idea was that, like the ‘main’ universe, it got rebuilt pretty much as it was prior to Nightmare Mom Ruining Everything, and I have it with no one fully remembering the events of season 8 that took place there, but characters really closely tied to those events having some itching feeling that something happened, and all the Altean alchemists agreeing that some kind of massive quantum Event certainly occurred even if they don’t know what.  

Mostly the story exists as  a place for me to have a canon-compliant AU that still lets me explore stuff like Altean history, the racial and cultural tensions of the Coalition, dink around with Oldadins that DON’T die in one fell swoop, a living Daibazaal and Altea, Lotor growing up with a decent-but-not-without-strains relationship with his dad, teen Allura and tiny Lotor being absolute shits to each other while also coming to terms as they grow up with who and what they MUST be both on a political and quantum scale, and generally prove that even a perfect universe isn’t, all in one place.  The title is entirely facetious, and anyone who’s read any of my alien culture headcanons for this series knows that.  Lol.  Current status: lots of bits and pieces, but no good beginning or connective tissue.   I have a lot of notes, some arc outlines, and a few scattered scenes and bits of dialogue from later in the story, but my god, I CANNOT get it off the ground.

3. Someone Must Get Hurt (But It Won’t Be Me) is supposed to be a pretty wholly Honerva-centric fic that starts...sometime in her youth?...and carries forward to an as-yet-undetermined point.  Probably her death.  I mean the first one.  I’m not sure.  Another chance to dig my fingers into Altean culture and Alchemy, this time leading up to All The Bad Shit That Happened, with the added bonus of being done from a focal point of a character I have a lot of really strong feelings about both positive and negative that’s resulted in me somehow being EVEN MORE wrapped up in her than I was before I added abject knee-jerk trauma hatred to the mix.  In no way meant to make Honerva more sympathetic, I think I just want to write her even more like my mother so I’ll feel EVEN BETTER about killing her?  Idk man my feelings about her are so complicated.  Also an excuse to write a shitpot of her and Zarkon because listen, I’m really glad they’re married because I ship them so fuckin hard.   Current Status: SO many notes.  SO much infrastructure.  Like three pages of an opening I’m almost definitely throwing away because I can’t decide where, when, or how to open but feel like this isn’t it.  One short but very telling scene of Honey and Zarkon from late in the story.  I’m obsessed with it but I can’t get anywhere. 

4. Currently Untitled Demon Hunter AU started because my wife talks to me about Happier HOPEless a LOT and I just got an itch in my bones to work on one myself.  In spite of the entire Demon Hunter AU thing getting started by a prompt on a Shance blog, neither Shiro nor Lance are set to appear for at least a chapter?  And I am not confident in my ability to not veer off into utter non-shipping anyway because man, am I bad at it.  Or like...just an entirely different ship for either or both of them.  Current Status: A lot of vague notes, a POWERFUL urge to structure the chapters and overall arc after Ripley’s Gates even though that limits my chapter count and means I will DEFINITELY have 20k+ word chapters, and about seven pages of the first chapter so I guess I’m committed now?

5. Currently Untitled Post Series Fic basically exists for me to vent my frustrations about two main things: The Universe is Fucking Huge And There Are Dangers Other Than Galra, and The Galra Empire Was Huge and Is Not Going To All Fall In Line Behind Voltron Coalition and Especially Behind Keith Who Just Arbitrarily Fucking Decided To Tell Them They Couldn't Pick A New Leader According To Their Own Traditions And Need To Do What They’re Told Now What The Fuck.  Also there was a lot of stuff in the series that got left hanging, and while ReVolt is an IN-series fix-it fic, I wanted something that patched up loose ends in a way that was satisfactory to me but also kind of canon-compliant.  Current Status: A lot of notes and screaming.  No one has seen my progress on this and they might never.

6. Dog Runs And Death Dreams is a warmup file turned deeply self-indulgent series of scenes in which I choose to assume that Shiro’s rare neuromuscular disorder was left so ambiguous so I could plug the symptoms of mine into it.  It’s genuinely not any deeper than that.  The whole thing is set pre-Kerberos, and includes copious Shiro x Adam content because of it, but also not the kind that makes me feel good about writing because that means it includes the ‘slow fizzle’ that leads up to their breakup before the mission.  Ugh.  Working on it does make me feel better when I've been having symptoms, though, and I’ve been letting myself write it, unchastised, in a really loose rambly way that I usually deride myself for.  It’s just cathartic.  Current Status: no notes, no plan, just strain-writing between seizures, but somehow it feels like it has some kind of structure and just keeps growing?  Possibly too close to the bone for me to ever post.

7. Birth and Rebirth was born out of two things: the fact that Zarkon is shown to have two ENTIRELY DIFFERENT reactions to first being presented with his baby son in different flashbacks and different seasons, and the fact that in spite of the flashbacks we get at the end of the series, earlier on, the impression I got of Lotor and Zarkon’s relationship wasn’t of a young man who had never had affection from his father, but who had instead lost it.  Well, three things: I have a lot of underlying issues at work, at play, and at large when it comes to the Galra Imperial Family.  Also, anyone notice the monitor blips in the first baby Lotor flashbacks indicate a heart murmur?  Anyway, it was supposed to be a thoroughly self-indulgent and thoroughly self-hurtful examination of Lotor’s early life and the death by degrees of what was left of his father in the husk Rift Adventures left behind, but I got stuck on it a little way in.   Current Progress: ten pages, a lot of notes, and some wistfulness.  I keep hoping I’ll get inspired to pick it back up again.  Contemplating rewriting some of the beginning, maybe it’ll help?

Bonus entry that is not actually in any form of progress soever:

50/50 Voltron Trashfire Edition is spawned from the ‘50/50′ challenge on an old TF board I used to haunt.  It’s a fifty-prompt smut challenge using the list of ‘50 reasons to have sex’ from some tv show, and the idea is to write a different ship for every prompt (hence the name).  My wife is blazing through it and has several (like twelve?) up on her AO3, but I’ll be utterly blunt: I haven’t written fifty porn fics in my LIFE.  Over ALL my fandoms.  Current Status: Literally all I have done is assign a ship to each prompt, and I might actually have some prompts with just question marks beside them still.  I have one aborted start to one entry.  That’s it.  It’s not happening.  But the empty file is technically in the folder, SO.

#things Rewire Writes #disregard I'm decompiling #writing woes #fanfiction: the struggle #the state of the rest of these makes me a little worried about Revolt tbh #I need to unclog the writing pen in my brain

[strongenoughfoundation-blog]

Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading. _________________________

“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

“That’s the least amount of effort to study I’ve seen all day.” his eyes glinted in amusement, dissuading you from the snarky comment you had on the tip of your tongue.

“I don’t think I can handle anything else today.” your body slumped at your admission and he nodded sympathetically.

“So, why are you here? Last minute cramming that you decided was not as important as you thought?” he guessed and you shook your head.

“My roommate, she’s uh-” you stopped abruptly, realizing that this was a total stranger. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he connected the dots. “Anyways, here I am.”

“How long are you banished?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

“An undetermined amount of time. But from the texts I’ve had read aloud to me, I’d say quite awhile.” you deflated even more.

“Damn,” he chuckled. “I’ll let you fume in peace then.”

You nodded, hiding your disappointment as you turned back to your laptop. You reminded yourself that mere moments ago you had wanted nothing but peace, and this was someone who was respecting that. You tilted your laptop screen back a little more so you could see better as you tried to come up with ways to pass time.

You had an hour of peace before the boy at the table struck up another conversation, this one seeming to stick more. You listened attentively as you studied the way his eyes lit up and his hands moved through the air as he told stories. His name was Lin, he was a theater major, and he was from New York. A place that he loved dearly. It was also the setting of the musical he was writing. What had started as a brief summary of the plot had launched into a full scale synopsis and you egged him on with more questions. 

“I mean, piragua. It’s essential to capturing the vibe of the neighborhood but it feels a little awkward just throwing a random piragüero in there.” he tapped his pen against the table, something you were usually annoyed with but could, for some reason or another, stand when he did it.

“He could play the part of the narrator.” you suggested. You were not a theater major, you hadn’t written anything close to a musical in your life. The closest encounter you had ever even had with a musical was when one of your friends dragged you with her to see Rent and you spent a good portion of the time trying to figure out what was going on. That’s to say you were severely underqualified for suggesting anything to Lin.

“I’ve tried that but then it feels so unnatural having this weird breaking-the-fourth-wall narrator.” he sighed, running his hand through his hair, another habit you had noticed in the short time you’d spent with him.

“So use him as a plot device to speak through. Like Sophocles with the Chorus.” you tried again, this time calling upon the random knowledge from an obscure Ancient Greek Literature class you had taken your freshman year. He blinked at you surprised.

“What?”

“Well the Chorus in Sophocles’s work is like basically what he uses to tell the audience exactly what’s happening or how they’re supposed to feel, but he introduces them like a character - the city’s elders or whatever.” you elaborated, proud of yourself for remembering that much from a class you barely showed up to. It had bored you to tears at the time but now that you had inspired an awestruck expression from Lin, it felt like the most important class you had ever taken.

“That’s….kind of genius.” he finally responded, his hand searched the table for his pen before he started jotting down messy notes. You were sure that you had just unknowingly killed the conversation, so you turned back to your laptop once again, already trying to think up new ways to start another conversation with him.

“I’m gonna kill a character off.” Lin announced and you jerked your head back towards him in shock.

“What?” you echoed his question from earlier.

“You can’t bring up Sophocles and not inspire me to kill someone off.” he snorted, rolling his eyes playfully

“You’re turning your musical, about the neighborhood you grew up in, into a tragedy because a stranger mentioned Sophocles?” you spoke slowly before you laughed at that notion.

“Not a tragedy, but you did just help me figure a lot out.” he grinned and you reciprocated.

“I think I probably owe you coffee or something for that. Or if you want, I know this great diner that’s only a few blocks from campus. We could walk there.” he suggested and you nodded in agreement before you had even realized what you were doing. His smile brightened even more.

“No! Just you wait, I haven’t even gotten to the best part!” Lin exclaimed through your laughter.

“You tripped on your way up to receive your diploma, how could it go up from here?” your laughter was uncontained and the way his grin widened every time he invoked a new round of laughter told you that he didn’t mind much that it was preventing him from finishing his story.

“I dropped my diploma when I went to pose for the picture with the principal so my picture is a blur of me bending down to pick it up with the principal’s hand awkwardly stuck out in an unmet handshake.” he continued and you tossed your head back, your hand moving to your chest. You had been swapping embarrassing stories all night, your food long abandoned, and your waitress nowhere in sight. Lin’s warmth had made it so easy to open up to him and talk to him about anything, and before long hours had passed. Your phone buzzed against the table and you scooped it up to read the message.

From: Roomie❤ You can come back now, he’s left

To: Roomie❤ I’m gonna be back late tonight, catch up tomorrow?

You flipped your phone over so the screen was facing down as you turned back to Lin, giving him your undivided attention.

“I think you mentioned something about an embarrassing prom story earlier?” you encouraged him to continue and he let out a laugh before launching into another story that reduced you to tears. When you saw Lin light up as he spoke, you silently thanked your roommate for forcing you out in the first place.

Tagged: @overcaffeinated-and-underslept @itsjaynebird

#the ending was so. lame. #sorry about that #also i can't title for shit #i'm unconscious of any intentional error #work #lin x reader #lin manuel x reader #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin manuel imagine #lin manuel fanfic #lmm x reader

[hipsterscribbles]

—Angelguard - Prologue

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Parting Ways

Jaszmin Felinus is involuntarily thrown into a whole new world after the Imperials release all hell on the city of Insomnia. After escaping the chaos and carnage in the fallen crown city, Jasz and what remains of the Crownsguard must do what they can to protect the citizens of Lucis, as ordained by their fallen king. As she adjusts to the world outside of the wall, she quickly realizes that the Empire isn't the only thing she has to worry about.

A retelling of the events of Final Fantasy XV from the perspective of a female OC.

     There was a sort of excitement in the air at the Citadel, everyone could feel it. There was also something else that no one really wanted to put a name to, something that erred on the side of sadness and foreboding. Maybe even anticipation. I sighed as I made my way down the halls, not knowing exactly where to go now that I’d received my orders. The Crownsguard were moved to external patrol during the whole mess with the treaty, the Kingsglaive were to guard the Citadel and the King. And even then only a few were to strictly be on duty. I huffed and grumpily stomped along until I was outside the training hall. I fully understood why the sudden change was needed, the Glaives were basically the king’s personal army, after all, trained to fight on the front lines and fully able to handle things if the treaty went south. But that didn’t mean I had to like it.

I was debating with myself whether it would be a good idea to go back in and plead with Cor to at least put me on duty when I heard loud and familiar laughter coming from behind me. “I thought I heard a choking behemoth somewhere, guess it was just you, Glads.” I grinned and sauntered over to where Gladio and Prompto had just exited the training hall. Internally I had to wonder at myself, at my sudden mood change and how I felt 10 times better than just seconds ago. “Heya Prompto, all set?” Gladio just laughed again and Prompto looked embarrassed, something not unusual for him whenever I was around. The kid was hopeless around women.

“H-hiya, Jasz! Yup, all’s good on this end. I got my new fatigues, see?”

     I couldn’t help but smile endearingly at him as I looked over his new Crownsguard uniform. He was just so adorable and he had this aura around him that was like literal rays of sunshine. Shame, he’d probably get all the ladies if he only knew how to talk to them. I held back a sigh as I mentally vowed to give him some pointers sometime, or at least have Gladio do it. “Nice! You made use of those leftover patches.” I lightly fingered the patches on his vest, recognizing them from the time he talked me into customizing the military style jacket of my own Crownsguard fatigues. I had to rein him in or else he would’ve covered the whole thing in vintage signs, skulls, and cartoon characters. Prompto could only nod enthusiastically as a hint of pink slowly crept into his cheeks. That made Gladio laugh even more. Oh boy, what am I gonna do with this kid?

     I stepped away from him in favor of moving over to Gladio and mock punching him in the arm. “And you? All packed and ready?” I had to work to keep my light-hearted tone as I looked up at him. He would be leaving with Noctis, Iggy, and Prompto tomorrow and I wasn’t even sure when I would see him again. I wasn’t sure when I would see any of them, for that matter. Noctis would come back a married man, which meant things would probably change. I had to remind myself that this is what I was preparing for. If I’d gotten more involved with Gladio this would be so much more painful. It was plenty painful as it is. I was brought out of my thoughts as Gladio draped an arm over my shoulders and gave me a gentle squeeze. He understood. Of course he did.

“Just about. Got a few more things to pack up.”

     I nodded and slipped my arm around his waist, something I probably shouldn’t have done because we definitely looked like a couple then. But I couldn’t help it, if I had to do without him for an undetermined amount of time then I was gonna forego being good just this once. I caught Prompto eyeing us curiously out of the corner of my eye and almost reconsidered my actions.

“You two should really just date and get it over with.”

     Oddly enough it sounded like he didn’t actually mean to say it out loud, like he was thinking it and the words just slipped out on their own. As I always did whenever this subject came up, I laughed and shook my head, surprised to see Gladio do the same although his reaction had a different meaning than mine.

“Been trying to tell her that for years. She’s too stubborn for her own good.”

     I scowled and lightly smacked his chest, that earned another laugh from him. He was in such high spirits, excited for the trip and the chance to explore the open world, and it made my heart hurt even more. He’s not yours, Jasz, let him have his fun. It’s what you’ve always wanted. I had to silently scold myself to bring my mood back. “Alright, alright. So where are you guys headed now?” I tried my best to change the subject, looking from Gladio and settling my gaze on Prompto.

“Home to see my parents. Maybe. Probably.”

     It was so sad, the way he was so uncertain on whether he’d see his parents before leaving. I didn’t understand it at all. Their only son was headed out beyond the wall into a world that neither he nor they knew much about. They didn’t know how long he would be gone or if he’d even come back, shouldn’t they be there to dote on him and give him their support? Shouldn’t they be there to make sure he was all set and to tell him to make it back to them in one piece? I shook my head and offered him a sad smile, unable to help thinking that I really lucked out with being taken in by people who actually cared about my well-being. Even if they weren’t my actual parents, even if they were busy most of the time, they still took the time to be there for me when I needed them. I would have to thank Uncle Weskham one of these days. I moved my gaze up to Gladio and I could tell he was thinking the same as I was.

“Gotta get the rest of my stuff, then it’s dinner with the family.”

     I raised a brow at that. “Wow, that’s rare, huh?” He chuckled and nodded at my question. Since his dad was the king’s shield and a council member it was a given that he’d spent more time at the Citadel than at home with his kids. And Glads was the prince’s shield so it was pretty much a “like father, like son” thing. Truth be told, we all spent most of our time at the Citadel. Until recently, that is. The Crownsguard had practically been kicked out, at least until the peace treaty is signed. I took a few deep breaths and reminded myself that it was the King’s orders and that it was a rational decision, King Regis didn’t do things without reason. Gladio raised an eyebrow as he read the sudden changes in my mood but didn’t question it. Not yet, anyway.

“After packing and dinner we all have to head to Noct’s to help clean up and clear out.”

“Mhm! He’s gonna be a married old man when we get back, so no need for the bachelor pad anymore.”

     Prompto nodded and walked a bit ahead of us, turning to walk backwards and talk at the same time. I chuckled at him and wondered how long it would take for him to plow into someone while walking like that. “Why didn’t you ask if you could have it? I bet a bachelor pad would be great for you, bring all the ladies in. Or men, whatever floats your boat.” I laughed as I watched Prompto turn bright red at that with Gladio chuckling along. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he was actually thinking seriously about it.

“Ha. Ha. Like I could afford that.”

     I simply shrugged, my mind running over the expenses of my own apartment and thanking whichever gods were listening that being in the Crownsguard paid well. And even then, I had wealthy keepers here who still treated me as their daughter even though I’m well into adulthood. “Who knows, maybe when you get back you’ll have enough knowledge to strike it rich. I bet Noct wouldn’t mind holding it for you.” Again he looked like he was seriously considering it. After a moment he shook his head and smiled, finally turning to face forward again.

“Nah. I’d rather get my own digs. That place is too fancy for me, anyways.”

     I wanted to insist that he at least try but kept it to myself, Prompto was his own man with his own style, after all. After a few more minutes of chatting about future endeavors, or lack thereof, Gladio and I had to part ways with Prompto. I’d wanted to hug him since this would probably be my last time seeing him in a while but thought better of it. He probably would have ended up a blushing mess all the way home. After saying my goodbyes and promising to meet up when he returned to the city, we watched Prompto head off towards his home.

“Gonna keep me company for a while?”

     I smiled up at Gladio and slid from under his arm. Before he could question me, I hopped up onto his back for a piggy-back ride. “Hmm, my time is pretty valuable but I guess I can spare some for you.” I teased. He chuckled as I draped my arms over his shoulders and secured my legs around his waist. I felt him slip his big hands under my thighs for support and took notice of the way he gave them a gentle squeeze before starting off for his house. I’d figured since I had so little time left with him, I would throw caution to the wind and enjoy every second.

“So, you gonna tell me what’s on your mind?”

I looked up from where I sat perched on top of Gladio’s dresser with my legs folded underneath myself, a mask of confusion on my face. I knew exactly what he was referring to but thought that if I played dumb then he would drop it. Not that it’s ever worked before so of course it didn’t now. He stopped in the middle of checking his things for the trip and turned to stare at me. I stared right back, doing my best to feign innocent confusion. If he was looking for a showdown then he was surely gonna get one. He folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow at me but I wasn’t budging. Not yet.

“You know damn well what I mean. You look like you’re trying your damnedest not to mope. I can see you checking your moods and I wanna know why.”

     I childishly stuck my tongue out at him and looked away, sighing because I knew I would give in. He knew me too well. “It’s lots of stuff. The Guard aren’t allowed at the citadel and even then some of us aren’t even on active duty. I know the king wants us to guard the citizens while the Glaives guard him and I know it’s for good reason but it just sucks. And then there’s you.” I sighed and looked at him then, letting the sadness seep into my features and soften my voice. “Do you know how much I’m gonna miss you?”

     As usual, the warning started going off in my head, telling me how wrong this was. But I couldn’t help it and, at the moment, I didn’t care. Gladio was across the room in no time, standing in front of me and gently pushing a loose curl behind my ear. His amber eyes seemed to blaze as they bored through mine and it almost made me melt.

“You know I’m gonna miss you too, Jazzy. And anyway you act like we’ll be gone forever. It’s not like I won’t be back. And I’ll call and text when I can.”

     He smiled as he held my gaze, his hands resting on the dresser on either side of my legs. His face was just inches from mine, so close that I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I sighed and shook my head, my eyes narrowing as we continued to stare at each other. “Gladiolus Amicitia if you waste one second thinking about me out there then I will find you and murder you myself. Concentrate on the task at hand and… Enjoy yourself. I mean it.” I tried my best to make it sound like I was scolding him but, honestly, the attempt sounded half-hearted, even to me. He chuckled and leaned in a bit closer, the tip of his nose now touching mine.

“Jaszmin Felinus, if you think I won’t have you on my mind at all while I’m out there then you got another thing coming. And if you’re gonna be my angel of death, well, I’d greet you with a smile and happily die by your hand.”

     He chuckled as I swatted at him, the scowl returning to my face. “I’m serious, Glads. Don’t worry about me. You have a job to do and there’s way too much out there not to enjoy the experience.” I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning in to rest my forehead against his. I knew he would understand what I was getting at, it’s something I’d been telling him for years. Gladio was such a people person and a natural flirt. And of course girls flocked to him because, if you combine that with his amazing physique and pretty face, it was a killer combination. If he found someone appealing out there beyond the wall then I didn’t want him to hold himself back on my account.

“Meh, I’ll call and text on my downtime. And I promise to have the time of my life and come back to tell you all about it.”

     He chuckled quietly as he moved his hands to my waist, slowly running them up and down my sides. An involuntary shudder washed through me, causing a triumphant grin to spread across his face. “Maybe don’t tell me all about it…” My voice was even softer than before, my hands clenching themselves onto the front of his shirt. I felt the heat building between us and idly remembered that, with the exception of a few times, this is usually where I put things to a halt. I just couldn’t see myself doing that this time though. This would probably be the last time we’d see each other in a while, I could let go for tonight. For old time’s sake…

“Hmm. Maybe not all the gory details.”

     His voice was lower and huskier than usual and it dripped with desire. Just the sound of it had me unraveling, my legs unfolding themselves to wrap around his waist instead. He leaned in to press his lips against mine. Once. Twice. Slowly. Teasing. Testing. When he sensed no resistance from me, the kiss became deeper, more hungry, more demanding. I felt as if I was floating as our lips parted and our tongues began an all too familiar dance. I found that my hands had eased their way up to his hair, my fingers weaving themselves into the soft strands. I wasn’t sure how long we’d gone on like that but I needed to break away to gasp for air after what seemed like ages. His lips never left my skin, making their way up my jawline and trailing hot kisses down my neck. He was so close to driving me mad and he knew it. “You have packing to do…” My voice was barely above a whisper and laughably unconvincing as I tried in vain to input reason into this situation. Gladio only grunted and moved his hands under my thighs, pulling me more into his hard body.

“‘S all done.”

     It was all he could mutter, it seemed, as his lips returned to mine, squashing any further protests I had. A soft moan escaped my lips as his large, rough hands slid their way up the front of my shirt. They stopped on my breasts, palming them and giving them a gentle squeeze. His thumbs began to rub against my quickly hardening nipples through the fabric of my bra, pulling another moan from me. I untangled my hands from his hair and moved them downwards to pull up the hem of his shirt, wanting the offending fabric out of the way of his glorious muscles. We separated just long enough to rid ourselves of our shirts and toss them aside, both of us equally unwilling to break contact with each other for too long.

     I took the opportunity to lightly trail my fingers up his hard, defined abs and smooth my hands across his broad chest while my mouth went to work on his neck. I teased the sensitive skin there, kissing, licking, and biting until I pulled a deep moan from him. The sound of it heated me to the core and gave me chills at the same time. His hands were at my back, fumbling with the hooks of my bra when the sound of the front door opening and closing made us freeze. He’d left the door to his room wide open, either not guessing that things would take a turn like this or he thought we’d have a bit more time alone.

“Gladdy, we’re home! Are you ready to go?”

     Iris’ cheerful voice floated up to us from downstairs. Gladio cursed under his breath as we quickly and quietly untangled ourselves. Thankfully we hadn’t gone far enough for it to have been a real problem, although one look at a particularly tight spot in Gladio’s pants made me think he would need to give himself one hell of a pep talk. Either that or wear an extra long shirt to dinner. I bit back a groan as I longingly eyed his erection, almost saying to hell with the intrusion and continuing anyway. Summoning as much will as I could, I tore my eyes away from the beautiful man in front of me and slid off of the dresser to snatch up my shirt. I threw it on and checked to make sure I was decent before picking up the nearest packed bag. With a few deep breaths I headed towards the door, turning my head to whisper over my shoulder, “I’ll try to stall. You get that under control.” He groaned at that but nodded, the look on his face made me giggle quietly as I made my way downstairs where Iris and Clarus were waiting.

     “Hey, Iris. Hi, Mr. Amicitia.” I greeted them cheerfully as I placed Gladio’s bag by the door. Iris smiled and waved while Clarus nodded in greeting. I’d thought they both had a knowing look in their eyes but then I figured I was just being paranoid. I didn’t have long to worry as Gladio was making his way downstairs, arms full of his stuff for the trip.

“How’d the meeting go?”

     He set down his load next to where I’d placed his bag before walking over and ruffling Iris’ hair. I chuckled as she squealed and playfully batted his hand away. Their relationship was so endearing to me, it always made me wish that I had a brother or sister. I glanced over at Clarus as he watched his children with a smile on his face, it looked almost wistful to me.

“As well as to be expected. Let’s not discuss it right now. Will you be joining us, Jaszmin?”

     I wasn’t exactly surprised that he’d asked me, after all, he’d expressed many times that I was practically a part of the family, along with Iris’ enthusiastic agreement. But I didn’t really expect it tonight of all nights. “I think I’ll take a rain check. Leave family night to the family and all that.” I smiled at all three of them, grateful for the offer but not wanting to intrude. Clarus smiled and nodded in understanding at my answer. Gladio looked like he wanted to object but I knew he wouldn’t try to change my mind. Like he could, anyway. Iris skipped over and took my hands in hers.

“Aw come on, Jasz! You’re pretty much an Amicitia anyway.”

     Gladio chuckled at that and I could see Clarus slightly nod out of the corner of my eye. I smiled warmly and pulled a hand from Iris’ grip to gently smooth down her short, brown strands, trying to fix the damage that Gladio had done just moments before. “Next time.” I guess my voice held enough promise in it to placate her for now. She smiled, albeit a bit sadly, and let go of my other hand. I took that as an opportunity to escape and made my way to the front door. “Enjoy your meal! And, Glads, if I don’t talk to you before you leave, have a safe trip and enjoy yourself.” I smiled as he nodded at me, a smile on his lips but a look of regret in his eyes. I found myself regretting as well, this could’ve been our last chance. He would be leaving in the morning and the last memory I would have before he returned was a near miss. I bit back a sigh and fought to keep my smile as I waved at the three Amicitias, sparing one last glance at Gladio before walking out the door.

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