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decalcominia · 9 days
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Lan Wangji of the Northern Water tribe and Wei Wuxian of Ember Island✨
this is what happens when you rewatch both shows simultaneously.
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@barbiedragon - merry christmas from your daemyra secret santa ♡
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Hoseok weekly ↳ 29/78
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naffeclipse · 12 days
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Apex Polarity
Chapter 12: A Melting Bright Epilogue
Orca!Eclipse x Y/N (SFW)
The polar night takes hold. In its black winter, the siren only thinks of you.
Word Count: ~1,300 Warnings: N/A
A/N: This is a nice little bow on top to wrap it all up. I hope you all enjoy it. I'll see you at the end. <3
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milf-harrington · 10 months
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29. putting ear over their heart, for steddie 💕
please enjoy some domestic fluff w the barest sprinkling of angst (like a tiny smidgen, barely a paragraph)
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The apartment was quiet when Steve got in, back from lunch with Robin down at the cafe by her university.
It wasn't the kind of quiet Steve was used to, the kind that lurked in empty hallways. A dreadful, empty sort of quiet that sunk into your bones like water in the lungs of someone drowning.
This was a new sort of quiet: radio playing on the kitchen windowsill, the window by the couch left open with Eddie's ashtray tucked next to the cord for the blinds. Music and voices and engines from the street wafted in on the breeze, immediately dampened when Steve reached up and pulled the window back down with a thud.
It was a lived in sort of quiet. An Eddie's-either-not-home-or-he's-asleep-somewhere quiet.
Considering the window had been left open, Steve was betting on the asleep somewhere option.
Trying to stay quiet, Steve headed down the short hallway and pushed open their bedroom door. The blinds were open, and the bed was half made, the pillows left piled to one side with their cases folded on top like Eddie'd gotten distracted halfway through.
Steve snorted, fond, and stepped back into the hallway.
Their apartment wasn't big- two small bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen/living room combination with enough space for a dining table in between - so it wouldn't be hard to track his boyfriend down.
And it wasn't, Steve found him in the second-bedroom-turned-"office", stretched out in a sunbeam, like one of the stray cats he insisted on feeding.
He had one arm sorta stretched above his head, the other resting on his tummy as he snored into his armpit, guitar and notebook discarded to the side. The vacuum was in there too, and Steve had to step over it to get inside the room.
Apparently, Eddie had made a valiant attempt at cleaning while he'd been gone.
The thing is, when Eddie cleaned, he had to make a whole thing of it- turn it into one of his roleplaying games, with outfits and silly voices, or else he'd never actually get it done.
His usual version of a cleaning costume was to just keep his hair out of his face with a headband made out of a bandanna, folded into the cliched little triangle and all, and a long sleeved shirt so he could dramatically roll up his sleeves.
Today, he'd gone as far as to put on an old apron he'd accidentally stolen from a past job working at a deli. The duster he'd shoved in the front pocket was dangerously close to slipping out, only kept in place by the angle of Eddie's hip.
The thing is- Eddie was, like, a really deep sleeper. And he didn't tend to move much. And he was sort of just lying there, bandanna wrapped around the top of his head, hair splayed out under him, head tilted just enough to show off the long-healed scars in his cheek. And Steve was, much to his own dismay, a worrier.
And it had been a good 3 years since the spring of '86, and he could literally see Eddie's stomach rising and falling with each breath but-
But.
Feeling ridiculous, but knowing he'd just get more and more anxious until it became an actual problem, Steve sighed and carefully lowered himself into a crouch. He reached out, intending to shake Eddie awake, just to make sure he would, but paused as his fingers brushed fabric.
If he'd fallen asleep in the middle of the day, on the floor no less, then he probably needed it.
So, sticking his tongue out in a habit he'd definitely gotten from the man sleeping on the floor right now, Steve carefully moved the duster and the arm laying over Eddie's tummy and threw a leg over his hips.
He knee-walked backwards until he was hovering over his thighs instead, and then carefully laid down on top of him, turning his head so his ear was pressed against Eddie's sternum.
It took a second to settle, for the sound of shifting fabric to stop and then-
thu-thump. thu-thump. thu-thump.
He laid there for a little longer, just listening, just checking, until sun-warmed arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. Steve didn't know if Eddie was fully awake, but he didn't say anything about waking up to Steve on top of him.
Instead he let out a long, pleased sigh. Dug his fingers into Steve's hair and gently scratched his scalp, movements slow and sleepy.
In a few minutes, Steve would sit up and ask Eddie what he was doing napping on the floor and Eddie will explain that he'd been cleaning, and then he'd gotten an idea for a song and he didn't want to forget it.
Then they'd get up, Steve hauling his boyfriend off the floor with dramatic grunts and groans like men twice their age, and finish cleaning the apartment together.
But for now, Steve just settled in a little more comfortably, listening to Eddie's heart beat.
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andariyadoesart · 26 days
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First TGCF fanart because I've become obsessed with them <3 [Details UTC] Twt/IG: @/andariya_
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art-of-firefly · 1 year
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A Ray Of Light in Nan Elmoth
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Sleeping Copia for @writingjourney 's latest Chapter of I Knew Nothing But Shadows
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sentientgolfball · 5 months
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Swisstomrora. Because twitter. You know. 👀
You know something in my brain said mean Aurora and that's what happened here I can't and won't explain myself
Have 2k words of Aurora being mean and using Phantom to wreck Swiss
MDNI
My requests are open !
Swiss’ first mistake was thinking he had any control over his situation. He thought he had the two new summons fighting and fawning over him. He thought he could drag it out, rile them up a bit before giving them a few lessons about their new vessels. 
“This is really all you have to offer?” Aurora had rolled her eyes like he wasn’t buried deep inside her. 
What Swiss hadn’t planned for was Phantom and Aurora reading him like an open book and deciding to turn the tables on him. Deciding to lean into his little game, but giving him nothing until he came begging to them. He hadn’t planned for knowing glances and twisted grins shared between the two. 
“Come here Tommy, why don’t you show him?” Aurora had said with a huff after Swiss let out a devastated sob. 
Swiss’ second mistake happened shortly after. He was made to sit and watch as Phantom fucked her the right way. How could he not make the mistake of touching himself when it was the first time all night he got to hear the pretty little noises that spilled from her lips. How could he not fuck up the one rule he was given when Phantom oh so eagerly did everything she said without a second thought. 
And that’s how he got to his current position. On his knees, hands tied tightly behind his back with Aurora and Phantom standing in front of him. The way they were looking at him with a mix of amusement and hunger was enough to make him blow his load. Well it would’ve been if not for the ring Rora slipped onto him after she caught him. Phantom turns and looks at her. 
“Can I play with him now Rory?” 
“You can do whatever you want with him, not like he was doing anything for me.” 
Swiss lets out a desperate whine when she turns on her heel towards the bed.
“Wait princess please fuck please I’ll—“
“You’ll what? Be good for me? What’s wrong, do you not want Phantom?” 
Phantom looks at Swiss with narrowed eyes and a fang filled grin waiting for his answer. Swiss is just coherent enough to know it’s a trap. Everything they do together is a trap. He knows no matter what he says he’s going to dig himself a deeper hole. He opens and closes his mouth with every different response that runs through his head before he decides shutting up is his best option. Aurora smiles stalking over to him. She takes his face between her hands and gives him a quick kiss with a teasing tongue. 
“Tell you what” she says only pulling away a few inches “if you can prove you can be good I won’t leave you like this all night.”
Swiss nods fast “Whatever you want princess just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” 
She glances at Phantom “Make him cum and maybe you’ll get a second chance. How’s that sound?” 
Even he could hear how pathetic he sounded when all he could muster was a low whine in response. Aurora just giggled as she walked away leaving Swiss in Phantom’s claws. 
“Aren't you gonna untie me princess?” 
“Oh! No!” She flops onto her bed pulling out her phone. 
Swiss’ ears droop as Phantom crouches into view. 
“Come on, I thought you were supposed to be good at this. Do you really need your hands.” Aurora says exasperated looking up from the screen. 
Swiss doesn’t get a chance to respond as Phantom sits on his lap taking him in one go. Swiss chokes on his words letting out a strangled moan. Phantom's head flops forward, mouthing at his shoulder and neck. 
“You heard her, make me cum.” Phantom sits heavy on him, muscles jumping with the urge to not rock himself on Swiss’ cock. Aurora wanted Swiss to work for it and that’s exactly what Aurora would get. When he doesn’t immediately make a move Phantom clenches around him. Swiss snaps out of his stupor, tearing his gaze away from Aurora completely ignoring the scene on the floor. He growls low, setting his jaw as he makes an attempt to roll his hips up into Phantom. 
He sets his hands on Swiss’ shoulders, claws digging in when he finally sets a pace that has Phantom stifling little whimpers and pants. They could try to break him all they want but he still has the talent. Phantom hates to admit it as he feels Swiss hitting that spot deep inside him with each upward jerk of his hips despite the awkward angle. 
He wants to tease. He wants to praise. He wants to do or say anything but all Phantom could focus on was the swell of heat building in his lower back. If he was being honest with himself he was panicking just a bit. He didn’t want to disappoint Rora, not after the weeks of fucking each other to the fantasies of this moment. He tries to focus on the scratch of Swiss’ stubble, the creak of the floor, anything to drag this out. He chokes on air when he feels the tip of Swiss’ tail snake around to brush at his clit. He spares a glance up and oh was that a mistake. That cocky grin has returned to Swiss’ face and it makes Phantom light up with shame.
Too much. It’s too much oh fuck. He lets a ripple of quintessence loose from his body to stave off the mounting pressure. 
“How is that fair?” Swiss huffs exhausted from the effort of fucking Phantom on his knees. 
“Since when do you play fair?” He laughs and squeezes around him. 
“If that’s how you want it then so be it.” 
Swiss bucks his hips upward with as much force as he can muster causing Phantom to let out a whorish noise. When his tail slips back to circle his clit Swiss lets his own quintessence flare to life. It’s not much compared to a full fledged quint ghoul, but the added sensation makes Phantom’s head spin. He can feel everything Swiss is feeling. He can feel every thrust echoed back through their connection. He can feel himself clench hard around Swiss like it was his own damn dick. He can feel how wet he is. He can feel how tight he is. 
Shit. He's too close. He can’t hold it back anymore. Not when he can feel Swiss’ own magic pushing against his with every swipe of his tail. Oh fuck. Too soon it’s too soon–
“Oh hey Lus!” Aurora's voice makes the two ghouls stop. 
They both turn to look at her, phone up to her pointed ear. She makes eye contact with Swiss and smiles. 
“What am I doing?” She winks at him “Nothing important. What’s up?” 
Phantom bites into Swiss’ shoulder to stop himself when he feels his cock kick inside him. 
“Oh I’d love to come over!” 
Swiss rapidly shakes his head “Princess. Aurora. Please you said you’d give me another chance please—“ 
Phantom cuts him off by shoving his tongue down throat, holding him loosely around the neck. 
“Hm? Oh sorry it’s nothing. Like I said I’d love to come over but not right now. Maybe in a few?” 
She giggles standing up and walking over to where Swiss and Phantom are on the floor. She brings the phone to Swiss’ ear. His eyes go wide at whatever Cumulus says to him on the other end, but the way his hips twitch up against Phantom is enough for her to guess. She pulls the phone back when his eyes roll back in his head. 
“Bye Lussy! Love you!” She ends the call and throws the phone into a nearby chair. She runs a hand through Phantom’s hair earning a high-pitched whine. 
“You seriously still haven’t been able to make him cum? Are you even trying? Or are you just talk?” 
She catches Phantom’s eye for a moment leaning down to give him a kiss. She runs her hands down his body cupping his pretty little tits. She squeezes, rolling his nipples between her fingers. He grinds down hard on Swiss, letting the heat build back up. Swiss throws his head forward latching onto Phantom’s neck, rocking his hips, moving the tip of his tail in time with his thrusts against his clit. Phantom threads one hand through Swiss’ hair pulling hard while the other reaches behind him to hold the back of Aurora’s head. She licks a stripe up his jaw to his ear giving it a little nip. She whispers something to him that he doesn’t process over the feeling of Swiss fucking him still sending ripples of his own quintessence through his body. It doesn’t take much for him to clench hard around Swiss’ dick, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. 
He takes a moment to catch his breath, calm his twitching legs before Aurora is helping him up and off Swiss. She leans him back into the nest of blankets and pillows on the floor next to them, cooing soft praises the whole time. Swiss shakes with anticipation when he feels her approach. 
Nothing. 
She walks right past him back towards her bed not even looking at him. 
“Princess” He begs. 
She stops and turns towards him with an eyebrow raised. 
“What?” 
“I did exactly what you said. Don’t I get a second chance please.” 
She laughs at him, stalking back over. 
“You didn’t do shit. I had to come finish the job for you since you were so incapable.” 
He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until she bends and licks the tears off his cheek. 
“What’s wrong? Truth too much for you to handle?” She sighs “Fine. But this is your last chance, Swissy.” 
She extends her claws and cuts through his bindings in one swipe. His cock kicks against his thighs when he sees her lick blood off her claws before she slips the ring off him. He doesn’t have time to stretch out the stiffness in his arms before Aurora grabs his wrist, sucking on where her claws caught his skin. 
“You got one shot, don’t blow it” Phantom calls from where he’s curled up watching the two. 
Swiss doesn’t need anymore than that. He can’t take anymore. He’s painfully hard and desperate to prove himself, to finally get her attention. He crashes his lips into hers, crowding her back towards her bed. She doesn’t give any resistance, not that she could even if she wanted to, given how massive Swiss is compared to her. She lets him practically throw her onto the mattress, coming to rest between her legs. 
He drags his fangs over her neck, down her chest stopping to suck his own marks over top of the ones left by Phantom. He wastes no time with prep. He needs to hear the same praise that was reserved for Phantom directed at him. He bites and sucks at her nipple as he lines the head of his cock up with her entrance. He grips her hips as he pushes into her with one long thrust. 
Aurora breathes heavily through her nose, biting off the moan bubbling in her chest. He drops one of his hands to rub small circles into her clit as he starts a slow pace. 
“That’s all you got” she huffs “Phantom fucked me better with a strap.” 
Swiss whines low, quickly picking up speed filling the room with obscene wet sounds and skin slapping against skin. He grabs her leg, hooking it over his shoulder to bury himself deeper. She gasps with the suddenness of it gripping onto his arm tight. He grins and she sneers. 
He presses a kiss to her neck and something burns within her. When she sees a purple hue has taken over Swiss’ eyes she knows exactly what he’s trying to do. She tries to push against him with her own quintessence but she barely has anything. All it does is fuel the amount he’s pulsing into her. She feels like every nerve is dialed up to ten. He’s only been in her for a few minutes and it already feels like too much. 
Too much. Payback. 
Swiss laughs, suddenly the previous tears and pleas forgotten “You still have to learn the rules of the game Princess.” 
She doesn’t respond. She can’t respond. All she can focus on is how sensitive she suddenly is. Still, she has to get the last word.
“Where” she pants “where was this an hour ago…when I could barely feel a thing.” 
He grunts and shoves his tongue past her lips. She moans and Swiss loses it. He gets three good thrusts in before he bows in on himself shooting hot and heavy into her letting out a string of curses. 
Aurora flashes her fangs “Lus is going to be so mad at you.” 
He pulls out of her, immediately replacing his cock with his tongue. Her claws tear through the sheets with the effort of not arching into him. He eagerly swipes his forked tongue through her, cleaning his spend out of her before dragging it up to her clit. Her hands shoot to his hair, pulling hard as he fucks her over the edge with his tongue. She wraps her hands around his horns, pulling him in closer when she feels that rubber band finally snap cumming hard against his face. 
When he sits back his face is shiny with a mix of spit and slick. He swipes his tongue over his lips, cleaning himself off. 
“I win” he presses a kiss to her thigh. 
“As if” she chuffs.
“Sorry Rory but I think he did win this one” Phantom pads over with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders to jump into the bed with them. 
“Hey you’re supposed to be on my side.”
“We’ll get him next time…” he mumbles, worming his way in between the two purring. 
Swiss smiles running a hand through his hair scratching lightly between his horns. Aurora places a kiss on his forehead. 
“Wanna go take a bath princess?” Swiss asks when he hears soft snores come from Phantom. 
“In a minute” she reaches over and laces her hands with his, pulling it up to press kisses to his knuckles. 
“I love you Swiss.” 
“Love you too princess.”
Phantom whines and twitches in his sleep. They both laugh quietly. 
“Love you too, bug.”
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The beautiful kind, making up for lost time Taking flight, making me feel right
WYLER SECRET SANTA 2022  | happy holidays elsbeth ! @laylakeating​
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kybelles · 12 days
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damen love fest 2023 | day 5: relationships | 3/3
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“Do you feel some sort of misguided gratitude for me?” he questions. “Is that why you feel like you need to marry me?”
“Gratitude,” Laurent repeats. A short, jarring laugh bursts from his lips. “You think I’m fucking my brother’s killer out of gratitude? ”
This time, Damen can’t control his movements well enough to hide his flinch. 
But it hardly matters now. The ugliness between them has already spread through the whole room. There is no coming back from this.
“You tell me,” he responds quietly. “You clearly don’t respect me as a king or as a lover. So I’m a bit lost.”
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valeriianz · 11 months
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it's been a while, but the brainworms would not stop festering until i wrote this little prequal to my original Vampire Hunter!Hob ficclet. dedicated to @mathomhouse-e, the biggest instigator for this au lol. thanks @quillingwords for some mad crazy beta skills <3 i appreciate you!
“Don’t look now, but that guy in the back has been staring at you since we sat down.”
Hob hummed as he took a long sip from his tankard for his mate’s benefit. Hob didn’t have to turn to confirm this; he’d felt the stranger’s eyes on him as soon as he’d entered the crowded pub, though he hadn’t spotted him yet. 
The revelation fascinated Hob now, after weeks and weeks of scattered moments where he had felt that itch of being watched, Hob could recognize the feeling and pinpoint it to one, singular person.
Their eyes had met a handful of times, Hob turning away politely at first, sometimes lengthening the stare with a curious look, or more recently, staring back with challenge in his gaze. Intentionally holding the man’s icy blue– visible even in the murky, darkened room– stare until Hob was forced to look away first, a chill running up his spine.
The feel of the stranger’s eyes on him had become frustratingly familiar. It was a bit hair-raising, to be sure. But it was also… alluring. Inviting. Titillating. 
Hob had begun dreaming of this mysterious man, drafting up introductions in his mind, anticipating a confrontation eventually. Whether their meeting would be easy or difficult was warring within Hob’s chest until he’d finally made a decision to confront the pale man with striking blue eyes. It seemed like divine intervention that, the day after making this decision, the stranger would appear in his usual spot, at Hob’s usual haunt, precisely as he sat down to join his friends.
“Want me to tell him to fuck off for ya?”
“Nah,” Hob downed the remainder of his pint before slipping off the barstool, tossing some coins on the counter. “I got it.”
Hob made his way to the man’s table, tucked away in a corner, where he sat alone. Where he always sat alone. The mud brown of the pub's interior seemed amplified by the yellow glow of the electric sconces on the walls. It made the White Horse’s patrons seem dull and muted, even those who wore many colors or laughed raucously. Hob’s stranger in the corner, however, seemed to push through the soft and warm glow like a supernova.
And strangely enough, he was dressed in all black. Darker than shadows and just as intangible, like the starless night sky when the moon was hiding. The lights hit his cloak and revealed a matte, velvet texture that looked rich and soft and clean. Too clean, too pressed. Like the man had walked straight out of a tailor’s and came right in here. The man stuck out like a sore thumb amongst everyone else, and yet no one seemed to be paying him any mind.
Hob kept eye contact as he drew near, his posture lax, unimposing, though he could feel his heartbeat in his throat. And he wondered, briefly, if his stranger could feel it too. The way his eyes seemed to brighten as Hob approached, the way the corner of his mouth began to curl, making Hob’s stomach twist with a mixture of unease and delight.
“Hello,” Hob greeted as he finally stepped up to the empty chair opposite the man. “May I sit?”
The man lifted one elegant dark brow in response and Hob took that as an affirmative, pulling out the rickety chair and dropping himself into it.
Hob had to remind himself how to breathe, looking upon the man who’d been unashamedly watching him for the past few weeks. The dark clad man was already a vision from across the room, his eyes alone making a statement. But up close he was devastating. His coal dark hair was thick and messy, long tendrils that framed his ghost-white skin and severe cheekbones like a painting. A vision of lust, secrecy, and– Hob realizes belatedly with a stab into his gut– danger.
And he hadn’t even spoken yet.
“Are you aware of how obviously you behave?” Hob managed to find his voice again, dredged up from where it had fled moments prior. “Maybe instead of staring at me all night, you can buy me a drink.”
The man across from him tilted his head a fraction, imperceptible. Hob forced his usual smirk, roguish and sly. The one he used countless times to woo women to his bed, as he waved down a barmaid.
“And what is obvious… about my behavior?” 
Hob looked twice at the man, unable to parse the words at first, convinced he had just heard a rumble of thunder outside. But as he stared, the stranger’s face became more and more curious, waiting for an answer. 
Hob swallowed. The question– spoken in a low murmur, deep and decadent– fluttered around his chest before finally settling somewhere low in his gut. Hob felt his bravado promptly leak out his ears.
“Ah. It’s not exactly what I’m used to,” Hob hid his hands under the table to hide how he began to fidget. “Typically a ‘hello’ or ‘how do you do’ is more acceptable than silently watching.”
The barmaid finally arrived and it gave Hob the excuse to pull his eyes away from the indigo sea swirling before him, almost hypnotic. He took a shuddering breath and blinked, staring up at the woman who was waiting for an order.
Hob ordered two cask ales, forgetting about the bold way he’d suggested the man buy his drink and operating now on autopilot. As the woman left, Hob brought his attention back to the enigmatic man before him, his skin prickling with gooseflesh at the realization he hadn’t moved an inch, piercing gaze still on Hob, posture straight and solid as a wooden stake.
“I was watching,” the man spoke again, his voice soporific. “Because I’m interested.”
Hob’s heart, which had finally calmed down a bit, flipped over in his chest. “In me?”
The man hummed, his chin tilting down, considering, while something akin to a smile tugged on his lips.
“In a way…” he replied cryptically. He spoke slowly, as if mulling each word over, making them deliberate. He closed his eyes for a moment and Hob belatedly realized the man hadn’t blinked once thus far.
“You are an apprentice.”
Hob couldn’t help it, he grinned, pulling one hand back on the table’s wooden surface to drum his fingers.
“How can you tell?”
The man tilted his chin up, taking a moment to study him and Hob felt his smile grow with the attention. Though there was something in the back of his head, tickling his base instincts of self-preservation. It was odd, Hob didn’t feel as though he was in any danger, but there was a certain… air about this gentleman. Hob couldn’t be sure yet, but there was definitely something off about him. Perhaps he was a lord– he certainly dressed the part. With his thick cloak, parted just enough to see an expensive looking waistcoat made from damask, the design threaded in gold that glinted with each microscopic movement.
The way he carried himself too, was with arrogance and power, and without a trace of sympathy. It was cold and hard. It was also breathtaking and Hob delighted in the man’s sharp gaze, his scrutiny, focused solely on him. 
Not just now, Hob had to remind himself with his own smug grin. But for the past few weeks.
“You dress the part,” he nodded down at Hob’s clothes. “But you are still young. I assume you’re in training.”
Hob looked down at himself, hardly dressed for style, but comfort. For easy movement during his training but also leather clad to protect against blunt force and brutal encounters. His coat, which he’d draped over the chair, had deep pockets for concealing weapons and the thick utility  belt around his waist had many compartments to hold his tools… though he had very few at the moment.
And like his stranger, Hob wore all black, to blend in with the night. He wouldn’t say what he was, even if the handsome man asked… it was frightening enough that he’d managed to even guess at his occupation thus far. 
“Good observation,” Hob said, offering nothing else.
The barmaid returned, setting their drinks on the table and leaving again with a smile.
Hob brought his own up for a long drink, for thirst and also to distract his hands, which desperately needed something to take hold of.
A beat passed before the stranger spoke again. “A priest?”
It’s the tone of the question that made Hob set his drink down slowly, swallowing deeply and eyeing his stranger again, his own brow arching. His tone was polite. As if he did know what Hob was and only asked to prompt him to reveal his true work. Like the man was playing dumb.
Hob looked down suddenly at the wooden cross hanging low on his chest, which is what might’ve provoked the inane suggestion. He laughed and he could hear in his own ears the edge to it.
“Far from it,” Hob tucked the cheap jewelry into his shirt. “Just superstitious, is all.”
The man hummed and seemed to relax, imperceptibly, in his chair. Hob took note of it with a curious expression
“And what about you?” Hob leaned back, fiddling with the handle of his pint. “What is your business?”
“Hardly worth mentioning.” The man responded quickly, his words premeditated. “I am curious though, young apprentice. Do I entice you?”
Again, Hob’s heart lurched at the forwardness. His blood racing through his veins and nearly making him dizzy. 
Unexpectedly, the stranger took a slow, deep breath through his nose, his chest rising with it and Hob unconsciously felt himself leaning forward. It is as though the man intended to pull Hob in, like he’d tied a rope around his chest and tugged. Hob caught himself on the table’s edge, forcing his eyes down at the man’s untouched drink and took a shaky breath, stolen from him, back into his lungs.
Hob laughed, shaking his head, pulling himself back up and hoping he hadn’t made too much of a fool of himself. His chest and neck were burning.
“What kind of question is that?”
For the first time all night, the man took his hands from where they’d been hidden under the table and clasped them on the surface. Hob sees no rings but couldn’t help but to fixate on his long pale fingers, his knuckles smooth as silver bullets. Hob wondered if they’d be just as hard and cold, too.
“You approached me. You sat at my table.” His hands turned palm up, fingers spreading wide. “What kind of question do you think it is?”
Hob laughed again, nerves getting the best of him. His young, traitorous heart was like a racehorse galloping along his ribcage.
“I’m afraid to answer that question,” but Hob smirked anyway, taking his drink up again to distract himself.
A small, barely there smile crept through his stranger’s carefully composed visage. A proper smile filled with pure amusement and– Hob blinked dumbly as realization settles in– desire. His eyes seemed to glint with excitement, hunger.
Ah, that was it. Like looking upon something you craved, pupils dilating with it and lips unconsciously parting, which Hob’s stranger did now. It was an intoxicating sight, and Hob could only stare, caught like a mouse in a trap.
Then he rose, so fluidly and gracefully that it took Hob a moment to even register that he was staring up at the man.
“What’s your name?” Hob asked, his voice gone quiet, awestruck.
The man hummed again, eyelids low, considering.
“Next time.”
He set a gold coin on the table, right next to his untouched ale, and left.
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deefighter2739 · 2 years
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"However, King Dedede and Meta Knight's power was genuine, flowing from their deepened bond..."
Happy second anniversary to Kirby Fighters 2 and the Sworn Partners! 🌙⚔️ 
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pokemonprideflags · 7 months
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Can you color pick the trans flag from Incineroar please? I (somehow) get gender envy from it and I'm trans, so it'd be really cool to see that! If not, I understand!
the transgender (trans) flag color picked from incineroar
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