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hwanchaesong · 1 month

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Can I request an Ateez Yeosang x reader where it's her first time everything? First time orgasm, first time squirt, first time having sex and she bleeds and freaks so he helps her and calms her through it? Very smutty and extremely fluffy?

a/n: ooh, this req surprised me ngl 😭 but this is an amazing idea! i hope you'll like this tho, i rlly tried my best to make it lovey dovey but still smutty 🙈

ps. this has been on my drafts for too long so here we go. and i'm so sorry because this is SO SO SO LATE

warning!!! smut under the cut so mdni!

It was the heat of the moment, the intense make-out session with your boyfriend really took a toll on you until you blurted out the words that would make you blush.

"Let's do it." you murmured against the lips of the man that you call your beloved.

Said man was named Yeosang, processing what you just said that made him cease all of his movements.

Both of you are in a compromising position. His hands are inside your shirt, feeling your burning skin while you sit on his lap, basically grinding against him.

"Are you sure?" he asks, sincerely gazing into your eyes to ensure that you're not saying it out of pressure.

You gently smiled at his considerate attitude, leaning in to peck his lips and smiling at him softly, "I'm sure."

There were a few moments of silence, still contemplating whether he should continue, not until you slightly moved on top of him, effectively rubbing your aching core against his hard on.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, shuffling around until he was able to lay you down on the mattress, "my baby is so impatient."

"I can't help it," you whined, gripping his shirt in an attempt to pull it off him, "I just.. want you so bad."

His eyes darkened, "Keep saying that, baby." he removed his shirt, revealing his toned body that made you drool before he leaned down, lips hovering above yours, "I might not be able to contain myself."

"Then don't."

He breathed through his teeth before aggressively kissing you once more, forcing his tongue inside your mouth and making sure to lick every crevice. A small yelp coming from you when you felt his hand grope your left breast, his thumb pushing on your nipple through your bra.

He went and sucked on your tongue, your face getting hot at the sensation while you let out a small moan.

He detaches his lips from you after a while, a string of saliva between you, a sign of the passionate make-out that took place.

"Let's remove this, yeah?" he smiled at you, taking your clothes off one by one until you're butt naked under him.

He told you he won't be able to behave, but look at him, treating you like glass. Like a goddess, and you love every moment of it.

"God, you're so beautiful." he complimented you, caressing your hips, lovingly staring at you while his hand crept up, feathery touches until he reached your face. "So perfect." he whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear.

"Stop it!" you whined, your hands flying to cover your face, being shy at the attention you're getting from it.

"What?" he snickers, gently removing your hands and leaving a lingering peck on your cupid's bow before sliding his lips down your neck, his murmurs tickling your skin, "Just saying the truth."

"Oh-!" you were pleasantly surprised when he began kissing your neck, leaving some love marks here and there as his palm covered your chest, tugging on your nipples.

"Oh god, Yeosang." you moaned, now feeling his mouth on your mound, sucking on it and lightly biting.

Soon, his other free hand snaked into your stomach and down to your navel, squeezing your inner thighs before experimentally dipping a finger into your heat.

He released your nipple with a 'pop' sound, "Mmh, so wet for me already, baby?" he rhetorically asked, but you still nodded, eyes tightly shut as you're too focused on the newly found bliss.

His fingers easily find your clit, rubbing it in numbers and shapes that made your legs twitch, "Feels too good." you said, holding on to the sheets when you felt something.

Your breathing got heavy, focusing more on the jolting pleasure on your core, not until he stopped.

"Why?!" you cried out, opening your eyes and throwing your boyfriend a glare, frustrated that you couldn't reach your high.

Yeosang made a show of licking his fingers clean, "Sorry," he says, but without any remorse in his tone, "I kind of want you to cum on my tongue because look," he showed you his glistening digits, "you taste so good."

You whimpered, not knowing what to do with his dirty talks.

"Told you not to be impatient." he clicks his tongue, positioning himself in between your legs and taking a whiff of your scent. "Fuck, you smell so good too."

Then he dives him, earning him a gasp and a pull on his hair, courtesy of you because his wet muscle on your pussy makes you feel a lot of things. Heavenly things.

He laps at your juices, sucks on your clit and you twitch when you felt a wiggling finger inside you.

"More." you moaned, making him add another finger as he curled his digits around, finding your spongy spot that had you rolling your eyes.

"Oh god! Yes! I-I'm-" you wailed, getting the clue that you're close, Yeosang made more effort. He sucked harder on your clit, his fingers getting into a hellish pace until finally, you let the pressure on your lower belly go, but it felt.. wet. Too wet even.

"Holy crap." Yeosang smirked, your juices flowing down his chin and hands, "Did I just made you squirt?"

What? Squirt?

"I'm sor-" you began apologizing but he shut you up with a kiss, guiding your legs around his waist and putting your arms on his shoulders.

"Don't say sorry baby, it was hot." he smirked, then you felt his tip prodding at your entrance, "Are you really sure about this?"

You gazed into his bright, brown orbs. Full of worry and love, and at that moment, all you wanted to do is give yourself to him.

"Yes, I'm all yours."

"Alright then," he pushed only the tip but it was enough to stretch you out a bit, "I'll go slow. Tell me if you want to stop."

You nodded, inhaling and exhaling to prepare yourself. You know it will hurt. Based on what you read, heard, and see. But you trust the man on top of you, you know that he'll take care of you.

Yeosang started pushing in, inch by inch, tenderly massaging your hips as a way to give relief during the uncomfortable stretch.

"Ah!" you cried out, feeling your hymen break at the intrusion.

It was too painful, which was likely since it's your first time.

Then, something trickled.

Red.

"Shit!" he cursed, "You're bleeding, baby, fuck. I'm so sorry."

He panicked, which made you panic as well.

He hastily pulled out of you, standing up from the bed and getting some wipes to clean up the blood.

Damn it, he only sees this in movies. So, it really does happen in real life. What a fucking revelation for the both of you.

"Does it hurt?" he asked after a while, kissing your forehead and staring apologetically into your eyes, making sure that you're not in any kind of discomfort.

You actually felt like tearing up, how did you even manage to bag a man like him.

He's there, painfully hard and possibly at the verge of being blue balled but he ignores all that, choosing to focus on your well being.

"Yeosang," you called for his name, cupping his cheeks and kissing him passionately, "I'm fine. Let's continue."

"Are you sure? What if-"

You placed a finger on his lips, rolling over so now you're on top of him, the biggest signs for him to shut up and proceed with what is supposed to happen tonight.

"It's okay." you reassured him once more, kissing him fully as you do so, "I don't want to do this with anyone but you." you whispered against his lips, lifting your hips and doing the work of filling you up with his girth.

You gasped at the intrusion, feeling the stretch once more but it wasn't as bad as before.

You don't know where you're getting the confidence, but to hell with it, anyone would feel bold if your significant other looks at you like the deities sculpted you themselves.

Eyes full of warmth, longing, and desire.

To hell with everything.

You started moving without giving it any second thoughts, you are tired of waiting and you know that the stinging pain would soon go away.

"Slow down baby, I-" Yeosang mumbled, gripping your hips as a way to control your movements.

You really don't mind the burning feeling in your thighs as you move up and down on his length, but boy did you want to ignite a fire within him.

"If you want me to slow down," you whispered, "then make me."

Well, that did the trick. Yeosang's eyes darkened and the grip he has on your hips is now bruising, "Didn't take you for a brat, really."

He scoffs and he definitely does take control of the situation, stilling you on his lap as he closes his eyes.

Ah, this is life, he thinks.

The way your drenching pussy clenches on his cock. So warm, so good. He could seriously bust a nut from the feeling of you alone, but that wouldn't be fun now, isn't it?

Your moans got louder when he started drilling into you. You can't move as he restrains you in his lap, making him do all the work, rutting his hips until your juices are rolling down your inner thighs and drips onto his own skin.

"Yeosang!" you whined his name, his unforgiving pace made you throw your head back, getting dizzy from the pleasure.

"Take it, baby." he says, his thrusts getting erratic as he chased his high while simultaneously waiting for you to finish first.

"Yeosang, I'm close." you panted, throwing your palms against his chest as an attempt to stabilize yourself.

"Cum all over me, princess." he says hotly, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his mouth, sucking on your index and middle finger.

He really knows how to rile you up, and that was just enough for you to combust when you truly felt his tongue circling around your digits. Coming all over his length, your clenching heat allows him to finally cum as well, your insides milking him dry.

He went and grabbed your neck, bringing you in for a hot and messy kiss, panting against each other's mouth as you both came down from your high.

"That was so good." you smiled, clinging to him and wanting to go to sleep when the tiredness seeps into your muscles.

"Sleepy?" he asked you, to which you could only nod.

"Alright, let's clean up first so we're not sticky." he says, giving you a final kiss before preparing to stand up, "I love you."

You laughed, giddy and still feeling the dopamine in your veins, "I love you more."

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mokutone · 2 years

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Don't worry about it. That's fine, but I really love how you draw Sakura, like her skin tone makes me happy ngl. Idk why, but I just really love it.

Quick question, what made you change her skin tone? Is it a headcanon or did you think it looked cool? Same with Naruto too. (Anyway, I hope you have a great day or night!)

Ah, interesting question—I have a lot to say on this actually, so I'll put it under a cut!

I mean, to be honest I've probably darkened the skin tones of most of the characters in Naruto in my paintings of them.

Part of this is intentional! In shippuden, a lot of the characters are depicted with skin which is almost an eggshell off-white color, (which u can see in sakura and sasuke here)

and even tho i'm white + pretty pale myself, i just...don't really see skin of that hue or tone in my daily life, except in specific indoor lighting conditions which aren't usually present in naruto.

Like, Sakura's skin tone here is very nearly the same as the whites of her eyes! Because of this, I kind of assume that this is an aesthetic exaggeration of the anime, and so take it with a grain of salt in the same way I do their anime hair-spikes. I don't look at this and assume that Naruto has like, little pyramids of hair all over his head, I just assume it's the exaggerated implication that his hair stands up easily and is a little messy.

So, yeah, since Naruto in general, and especially my comics and illustrations, takes place out in the sunlight and not in environments lit like that (aside from like, orochimaru's lab, lol)—

—I generally lean towards more sun-warmed colors, lots of browns, oranges, pinks, yellows and reds go into my mixing. I sometimes paint them with sunburned cheeks too—if just to imply theyre out n about in these warm fire country days, enjoying the sunlight while they have it.

The only person I keep that kind of eggshell white color for is Sai, because they straight up gave him like. #FFFFFF skin.

which feels like a direct commentary on his lack of exposure to sunlight (to borrow Yamato's metaphor for leaving Root) as well as tying him thematically to his jutsu, with like ink black hair and paper white skin, or something. Since that aesthetic decision is directly tied to his character, I don't mess with it that much.

Similarly, there are some characters who are depicted as having slightly darker skin in general in naruto, like Iruka Sensei, or Naruto himself, and so when I paint them, I try to keep their skin colors slightly darker than I might paint the others, to stay in line with the information I've been given.

that said—that's all the intentional stuff! A lot of the reason that my drawings have the skin colors that they do is because of unintentional factors. For example, none of the skin tones I ever use have been "straight from the tube" so to say. I'm always mixing them, which includes a margin of error and change with something like watercolor, because I'm unable to colorpick the same way that I might if I were drawing digitally.

In fact, even if I wrote down an Exact Mixture of how to make the skin color I want (Usually for Yamato's, for example, I usually three drops of green, one drop of brown, two drops of ochre, and two drops of different kinds of red) i would STILL get a lot of variety in the actual paint.

This is because, as I work, the water colors will dry out, and as they dry out, the colors will get more intense as the water-to-pigment ratio changes. I can add water back into the mix, but there's no guarantee that the amount of water I add will be the same amount of water I started with, for example, in this comic i painted both kakashi and tenzō's skin with the same pool of paint, but kakashi's ended up much darker because I painted his when the pool was more dry!

so...basically, there's no way to make sure I get the exact same color mixture every time, unless I only ever use freshly mixed paint, which is not something I have the patience or the money to constantly be doing hahaha, (and tbh, even then, if i use some drops that are larger than they were last time, or smaller than they were last time, that will affect the color—as will getting paint from a bottle I haven't shaken up thoroughly enough, which might give me more pigment! It's a very fiddly process)

you can actually see a lot of variety in skin tones just in sakura

I'm trying my best, but the inconsistency of watercolor is something I do struggle with, honestly. like, you can see a lot of variety not just in the way her skin color came out (some of these just look...straight up pink 😖), but also the color of her hair, the color of her eyes...etc etc.

I'm trying my best, but the inconsistency of watercolor is something I do struggle with, honestly. the amount of times ive had to grab the paper towel, sponge it all up and start again...it's a wonderful medium but it's an exercise in frustration certainly

#yamswers #melancholic-lionness #and thank u for the well wishes! i had an ok night i actually got some sleep!!!#i hope that u had a good day or night too

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yenvengerberg · 3 years

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📝hiii first of all,,, congrats on 15k!!!! honestly, you deserve it because your edits are beautiful!!!! your latest malia gifset was so GORGEOUS🥺 I was wondering if u could do a tutorial on how you color the background so it looks SO GOOD and if u also use selective color or tone/saturation when u color the clothes because jfc I'm always so amazed at how good it all looks!!! like, that thingie looks gorgeous in every one of ur edits but your malia one just,,,, I kinda went slack jawed because I'm in love???? you're super talented??? how are u so amazing???? like, it doesn't have to be a super detailed tutorial tho just maybe if u use the solid color or something and then use the color option for blending or whatever jdjdjd thank youuuuu💖💖💖💖💖 (sorry if the names are wrong my ps is in spanish and idk the eng version djdjjdjd)

thank you so much, this is so incredibly sweet of you!! all of these compliments, my heart is actually melting 🥺 and don’t worry i totally get what you meant by all the names!

ok so first thing’s first please do check out my colouring tutorial because that covers my general colouring process and will give you a really good basis on how i work with colours. i generally use painted colour layers because i find this gives a stronger coloured background, but i’ll leave it to that tutorial to explain what i do!

but i do have a few little tricks and tips to really make those colours pop that might help you out. so i’m going to talk about how you can really make those colours stand out below the cut, and just talk you through the general process i went through for making this gif:

so let’s get started! i started off with my very basic gif colouring (steps 1&2 in the above tutorial). but as i knew i wanted to work with yellows i also added a colour balance layer on top and added just a small amount of yellow shadows and midtones.

this just enhanced the yellows/greens and gives you a smoother look when you start to introduce your colour layers. so now, i have my very basic colouring:

the yellow

the next thing i did was grab a light, bright yellow (i used #ffed87) and just painted that onto a layer set to colour and opacity 50% (check out step 3 of the above tutorial). i had to do it frame-by-frame (step 5) for this gif because of the movement of her hand but i only did this for two gifs in this set so it’s very much achievable to avoid this, you just have to chose a shot with less movement. so now when that is all done, i have this:

now it’s still a strong yellow, but you’ll notice it’s not quite as bright as my finished gif! so now begins the little tips for making your colours ‘pop’

tip 1: use a large paint brush to add a light shade of your colour to the background and set this to ‘hard light’

a good way to brighten up an area of your gif and really enhance that ‘pop’ of colour is to use a hard light layer. this is achieved pretty similarly to how we coloured the background before, but instead i’m grabbing quite a large brush and setting this to ‘hard light’, then reducing the opacity (i used 36% here but the darker your background the more you’ll need to reduce the opacity so it’s not as harsh). ‘soft light’ also works, but i tend to use hard light just that little bit more. it’s about seeing which one looks better on your gif.

as you can see below, this has added a real ‘pop’ of colour to the top left of my gif:

tip 2: use a dark layer as contrast to really make your colours stand out

it’s also possible to use a very dark coloured brush on the opposite side, usually i set this to multiply or soft light, and this can darken that area and create even more of a ‘pop’. this is what i did for this gif so that the pop of colour was concentrated on the right-hand side:

tip 3: selective colours

selective colours are a dream and now we have a good base, i played with the selective colours to get the exact shade of ‘gold’ i wanted. increasing the yellows here can get you a really strong, bold colour. it may be tempting to use a vibrant layer to create that colour but selective will give you a smoother finish:

now i was happy with this shade i just made sure to use a layer mask to black out the selective colours that had effected the skin tone of her face just so we don’t end up yellow-washing her:

and that was me all happy with the yellow!

the green

so next i wanted to introduce some green into the gif as the prompt i was given was yellow and green. to do this i repeated painting layers, but this time i used a light green brush (#b8fead) over her jacket and the paper. again i did this frame-by-frame because of movement, but if you choose a scene with less movement you won’t need to:

this did most of the work but i also played around with the selective colours here to help get the shade i was looking for:

i even did two players just to really bring out the yellows in that shade of green so the two would compliment each other nicely:

and there we have it, i’m now done with my gif:

this is a rather extreme example (because it was sadly the only one from this set i saved as a psd) as i did frame-by-frame colouring, but many of the other gifs in that set were just achieved by using one layer set to colour, and then bringing the colours out using the hard light/selective colours tips i’ve explained here!

i really hope this helps you out and you can create the colour fix you need because let’s be honest, the world is only made brighter by colourful gifs :)

#wanderermatthews #i always feel like i ramble on 10 times more than i need to when i do tuts but i really hope this actually has some helpful tips #it's rly like a 'part 2' to my og colouring tut so do check that out first #fyeahps #completeresources #itsphotoshop #gif tutorial #tutorial #ps help #*15k

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smarti-at-smogwarts · 3 years

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Theo Abbott Profile

Identity

Name: Theodosia -Theo- Jane Abott

Gender: ....-throws peruvian powder bomb- gender neutral tho she doesn't have the label for it.

*She goes by she/her pronouns though

Age: varies depending on when I’m writing her.

Birth Date: January 11th XXXX

Species: Human

Blood Status: Half-Blood.

Sexuality: Queer af. Bisexual. Arospec.

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Ethnicity: Mixed.

Nationality: English

Residence: Godrics Hollow. Abbott home.

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ENFP-T [ Turbulent Campaigner ]

The Mage

Wand: Ebony. Dragon heartstring. 13 inches. Quite Flexible.

This jet-black wand wood has an impressive appearance and reputation, being highly suited to all manner of combative magic, and to Transfiguration. Ebony is happiest in the hand of those with the courage to be themselves. Frequently non-conformist, highly individual or comfortable with the status of outsider, ebony wand owners have been found both among the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and among the Death Eaters. In my experience the ebony wand’s perfect match is one who will hold fast to his or her beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, and will not be swayed lightly from their purpose.

As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

Animagus: Pine Marten

Misc Magical Abilities: Unknown undecided magical ability. ( will be edited when I figure what i want her hphl ability to be) Animagus.

Boggart Form: Theo is terrified of being forced to be something she’s not or being trapped. This shows itself by a square room with no windows popping up in front of her. The walls the start closing in on her.

Riddikulus Form: The walls collapse like the sides of a carboard box.

Amortentia ( what she smells like) : Parchment and ink. Crisp night air. Cinnamon cloves Pine trees.

Amortentia ( what she smells) : Misc smells that represent different people from the Taghd Lynch Defense Squad/her closest friends. Firewood burning. Lemon cakes. Fresh cut grass ( from the quidtich pitch)

Patronus Memory: She’s at the Hogwarts common room goofing around with her housemates and friends. Basically her realizing she’s found a place to be herself and accepted as she is.

Mirror of Erised: Her happy and content and herself in her own home with her writing and her cat and her friends and the fuck away from Godric’s Hollow.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

At Hogwarts_ Anything you can use on a prank. Some defensive spells as while Hogwarts was fairly accepting of her she did get a bit hassled ( there’s always that one occasional asshole) about both being a girl in the quidditch team and how she chooses to dress out of uniform. Some offensive spells from when she got into fights/duels in the halls along Taghd and Teddy. Her best spells are the ones used to sneak around her mother and grandmother.

Out Of Hogwarts_ While not a spell, apparition becomes her most used magical feat as she likes to visit her friends as they all settle into her adult lives. She also learns a bit of healing spells from either Adelia or Teddy ( and at both their insistence that if she’s going to be getting into trouble out there she should be able to patch herself up a bit. )

*In the Taghd Dies Verse where she becomes an auror she adds a lot of offensive spells to her arsenal “best defense is a good offense right?” Theo no.

Appearance

Faceclaim: Saoirce Ronan

Game Appearance: N/A

Height: 5′6′’ by year 7.

Weight: Average weight for her height.

Physique: On the thin side. Somewhere between rectangle and hourglass boy shape wise. Has muscle on her due to Quiditch. Strong facial features.

Eye Colour: Light blue

Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde as a child. Darkens with age. Often untidy from running or flying and held up/back.

Skin Tone: Fair

Body Modifications: None

Scarring: Has a set of diagonal scars on her leg from when she tried to play with a splintered bat during a quidditch match. A few random scars from scrapes from school that got a little too rough before being broken up.

Inventory: parchment. Quill. Ink. A Claddagh ring from Taghd. Random and assorted books. Notes from her friends. Her wand. Hair pins. ( she keep forgetting she has them there so she just stuffs more in her bag. No one knows how many she has in there by now, not even her)

Fashion: https://www.pinterest.com/xhowling/theo-jane-abbott/#fashion

*Theo tends to prefer Hogwarts robes and wizard fashion in general more as they’re more gender neutral. ( as in both genders wear robes though they differ in style and in Hogwarts case they do not differ at all from one gender to the other) so she wears them more.

When it comes to muggle clothing she’s most comfortable on cable knit sweaters and plaid ( though she favors the former a lot more) because she used to steal Taghd’s though if she has to “dress up” she’ll wear more masc fashion. She’s influenced by Teddy’s fashion sense a bit for that. She also wears her Gryffindor tie even after leaving Hogwarts but with dress robes/a shirt and vest instead.

She tends to prefer more muted colors with like accents of one color or one point of color (i know nothing about fashion please bear with me. Hopefully the pinterest helps)

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor.

Ilvermorny House: N/A

Affiliations/Organizations: Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Taghd Lynch Protection Squad. Gryffindor house.

Professions: Student. Writer/Anthologist. Becomes an auror in the Taghd Dies Verse.

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆☆☆☆

Charms: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆☆☆☆

DADA: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆☆

Flying: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Herbology: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆☆☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆☆☆

Potions: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★☆☆☆☆☆☆

Transfiguration: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆☆☆☆

Electives:

Apparition

Muggle Studies

Study of Ancient Runes

Quidditch: Plays as Chaser and Beater reserve.

Extra Curricular: Does writing count?

Favourite Professors: I think she’d like both Atticus Irwin Grimsley ( @cursebreakerfarrier ) and Toby Moore ( @unfortunate-arrow )

*Will probably add teachers as more details of the games are release

Least Favourite Professors: Pretty much any teachers that have issues with how she dresses or are of the snobby pureblood category are a safe bet.

*Will probably add teachers as more details of the games are release

Relationships

Misc Siblings: None. Theo is an only child.

Father: Unknown atm. All Theo knows is he was a muggleborn wizard.

Mother: Emily Abbott

Love Interest: N/A

*arospec but might have fwb/flings as she figures things out and possibly a platonic life partner/partners in the future. Most likely will end up living with friends as family either way. ( the friends she lives with may even have spouses of their own just...a bunch of friends living in a house as family)

Best Friends: Taghd Lynch ( @unfortunate-arrow ) Lu Morrison ( @rosievixen ) Arthur -Teddy- Elllsion ( @cursebreakerfarrier ) Adelia Selwyn ( @that-ravenpuff-witch)

Rival: She hates Cillian Lynch ( @unfortunate-arrow) and Ernest Ellson ( @cursebreakerfarrier) bc they are unkind to her boys/two of her closest friends. I can imagine they do not like her that much ( seeing as Theo’s about as secretive and sublte about not liking people as a wrecking ball through the wall)

Enemy: tbd

Dormmates: Lu Morrison ( @rosievixen) 3rd and 4rth room mates unknown atm.

Pets: Theo adopts a niffler in the future once she’s out of Hogwarts. Her family has very strict rules about owning pets though at some point in Hogwarts she adopts a stray cat and somehow manages to keep it a secret even when/if she has to go back home for Holidays.

Closest Canon Friends: tbd

Closest MC Friends: Taghd Lynch ( @unfortunate-arrow ) Lu Morrison ( @rosievixen ) Arthur -Teddy- Elllsion ( @cursebreakerfarrier ) Adelia Selwyn ( @that-ravenpuff-witch ) Fred Morrigan ( @ljthebard1) Gabriel Sapieha ( @lizzieparkerhphm ) Danny Gibbson ( @catohphm )

Background/History

Pre Hogwarts: Theo was an “indiscretion” born to Emily Abott and an unknown ( to most) muggleborn wizard. The family kept her, fed her, made sure she knew the proper way for an Abott to act, but there was no affection to this and Theo sometimes wondered if it wasn’t only out of duty that her family did all this. After it becomes obvious that Theo who dresses in boy’s clothes, never keeps a comment inside her mind, and buckles against the propriety forced upon her more and more as the years pass is not going to be changing to fit what her family thinks she should be; it’s decided to send her to Hogwarts where she’ll at least be kept out of sight.

4th Year: Was sent to Hogwarts by her family to be kept out of sight and hopefully shape up ( with the added sentiment that if she does not, at the very least she’ll be out of sight) Met Taghd Lynch, Lu Morrison, Teddy Ellison and Adelia Selwyn.

5th Year: tba

6th Year: tba

7th Year: tba. Graduates with her friends. Though she undoubtedly has to leave some behind as I can see her befriending underclassmen.

Out of school: At some point she moves back closer to Teddy either because she received the news that Taghd died or that Taghd almost died. ( depending on the “canon” or “Taghd Lives AU”)

At some point she might adopt a daughter who is as chaotic as she was and then some ( though much more open and less angry/defensive because Theo’s a better parent than her mother )

In the Universe where Tagdh dies she becomes an Auror alongside Teddy.

At some point she cuts her parents off Completely ( no letters, no firecalls, nothing absolutely nothing) whether this happens because they did something that just got to her too much or it was more a case of her getting away and going “wooow they’re actually horrible to me” remains to be seen but she’ll come to rely on her friends for moral support and also to figure out how to live on her own without their monetary support.

Spoils her friends’ kids so so much ohmygosh she loves them.

Old Age & Death: tbd

Personality

Temperamental and impulsive ‘’jump now, think later’’/’’it looked like a good idea at the time’’ sort of person. Disaster Bisexual. Gets angry quick but it fades just as quickly. Frank, warm, empathetic. Honest-sometimes too honest- The one in a friend group to try to make people laugh. Will encourage you to hex someone who hurts you ‘’hell I’ll help you/cover for you’’ (That Friend) the opposite of the common sense friend. ( ‘’sounds illegal, I’m in.’’ )

Theo’s general status is defensive which to her can often be loud and assertive ( and a bit abrasive though she’s usually sorry about that last one when it happens) due to insecurities that took root during her time with her mother and her family To wit, she believes she needs to defend the way she is subconsciously since it was often the case at home and this leaks into her personality. When she met all her friends her first setting was “im like this and Deal with it” expecting resistance but when she met none ( as her friends all accepted her for who she is) she became a lot less so. ( shes still loud and chaotic as that's also part of who she is but she’s a lot less defensive afterwards.)

Has a really loud laugh. When she’s goofing with her friends or talking to them and laughing with them you can hear it echo through the halls.

Is sort of...a loud person in general.

Theo’s a passionate individual and incredibly stubborn when she sets her mind to something.

Skips the sad/crying phase and goes straight to angry. Might or might not have “/don’t cry/show weakness” complex. Her other emotions however are expressed be they annoyance, happiness ( her laughter Echoes through the corridors when she’s happy about something) excitement ect ect ad infinitum.

Her poker face is shit though. She couldn’t keep her opinions through herself if she tried. Her face will say them for her.

She’s fiercely fiercely protective of her friends and found family. ( see: “would happily hit Teddy’s dad with a blugger if she finds out about him being abusive ‘’curses out ppl who say mean things to Adelia or Lu and half the time will wind up throwing down for it” and of course “I’m actually going to Kill Cillian” circa Taghd’s duel in the Taghd lives AU as examples)

Misc:

Theo’s animagus form is a Pine Marten. She learned it specifically so she could get out of the house which she often found overbearing due to her mother, grandmother, and aunts attitudes towards her.

While her family kept her, fed her and clothed her it was done out of combination of duty and not wanting to waste magical blood. They might have love for her but it’s very clearly overridden by ( if not outright contingent on) their need forTheo being the kind of child they think she ought to be which she is very much not and only grows to stray more and more from it as she grows up)

Theo sometimes does suspect they did it more out of duty than any love but tries not to think about it deeply or think about them at all if she can help it ( and with an entire castle to explore with friends and mischief to manage with those same friends it becomes quite easy)

She has a fascination for the muggle world because it was her father’s world and the part of her her family shuns and kept her from knowing about.

She’s often in trouble with either Taghd or Teddy ( or both) or Lu ( or all three) and the teachers might or might not have a running tally of which combination causes the most chaos.

Theo learns Gaelic from Taghd-they start with the swear words and then she just really wants to learn the language.

Whereas Taghd tends to complain about getting dragged into fights by Teddy and her but does it Theo’s more like you feel the air shift next to you and...yup. Yup she’s there.

If her friends are in a fight nine out ten times she’s there too. That one of ten times she’s not there, she’s going to be soon.

Theo’s a night owl and can often be found the last in the common room reading or writing or talking to Taghd or Teddy or Lu. Sometimes she’ll sneak out to fly. ( specially on really clear nights)

She’s perfected the art of wolfing down breakfast in the last minutes before going to class or even just grabbing a piece of bread and running off to class because of this. As it'll lead to her oversleeping.

Adelia’s her mom friend and possibly one of the few people that can tell her what to do without her going ‘how bout i do anyways.png’

She writes a lot and can be seen talking animatedly about it mostly to fellow writer friend Teddy Ellison.

She’s bit Taghd’s brother Cillian in her animagus form at least once. It was the subject of laughter in the Gryffindor table for a good week after. Theo, ( who keeps her animagus form a secret aside from her closest friends because its a way she has to get away from people or hide or cause trouble when she wants to) becomes very interested in whatever’s in front of her and trying not to laugh when it gets brought up.

She gets really attached to Teddy’s mom ( and is a bit jealous of how nice a mother her friend has) as she both from her experience and what she gathers from Tagdh and other friends of hers she didn’t...think parents could be nice? Like empirical evidence just overall does not seem to be in their favor tbh (specially mothers) and she’s mystified by her and overall thinks she’s wonderful.

This also means she dislikes Teddy’s dad that much more ( though she keeps it to herself around Teddy’s mother ) because as far as she’s concerned he doesn’t deserve her or Teddy with what some of his actions are.

Tends to be physical with her close friends ( bumping shoulders, linking arms as they walk hand on shoulder) though on different levels depending on the different dynamics and how comfortable they themselves are with it.

She hates all the propriety she was brought up with ( one of the bonding things she Taghd had was their shared lack of decorum) but one of the things she enjoyed to learn back in Godric Hollow was calligraphy. She stills practices it as a hobby, keeping multiple colors of ink in her room at Hogwarts and later in life. She likes making calligraphy for her friends and also when they’re adults makes calligraphy for each of their children with their favorite stories.

Finally did a proper profile for Theo.

I’m hoping to get back to doing more content ( including other profiles for mcs I’ve mentioned and going back to my hphm kiddo Marti and writing out gameplay now that I have more spoons. Figured this was a good place to start.

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into the night | ii | demon!sos

pairing: demon!ashton x nb!angel!oc (with a side of demon!michael x black fae!oc) notes: so this isn’t as long as part one was (oops) however, i lowkey loved writing this and creating this world. this part focuses on ashton, however we get a glimpse of michael (who will be the next part and final part i hope) also thank u to my twin for checking over this and catching my errors!! lovee u @sexgodashton word count: 5.7k

part one

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Time was much kinder to Roe and Marcella than their coven.

The first decade, the coven had their own struggles. There’d been enough times when hunters had nearly decimated them all because there was word about two demons in the midst of witches.

It was the first time Roe had ever invoked sacrificial protection for the betterment of her coven, and the guilt had weighed heavy on her for years afterwards.

True to her father's word, Calum and Luke had remained with the coven, an added layer of protection as they continued with their lives. They acted as liaison, to reap the souls that were not willing to pay their debts, the ones that Michael and Ashton had no time to seek and collect.

Ashton and Michael traversed through often enough, finally becoming comfortable enough with Marcella and Roe to let their guards down with them.

Gem had wormed her way into their hearts too, the elder witch having accepted them with ease. More often than not, there would be a point in the week where any of the four demons would sit talking with her, asking about her knowledge, her life.

A witch's knowledge was sacred, it taught the new generations of the Old Magicks, curses and spells. It taught them how to defend, to care for. But these stories Gem told the four demons, taught them how to open a side of them that they’d believed they’d lost the day they’d sold themselves to the King.

Ashton sat with Gem on such an occasion, his eyes studying the way her fingers tapped the porcelain cup.

“Your time is coming, you realise?” Her voice was quiet, Ashton could only nod. “She’ll fight it. She’s a stubborn witch.”

“It’s her right to rule. I know his predecessor was murdered, but he knows that he wants his kingdom in good hands. If it wasn’t for the fact that Calum finalised the bond with her, he’d have snatched Roe years ago.” Gem sighed as she finished her tea, her eyes searching the tea leaves.

“They just read change every damn time.”

Ashton looked up from his own cup, staring at Gem in shock at the frustrated tone that had left her lips.

Over the last decade, he’d only heard her raise her voice a handful of times. Each one was warranted, but he still knew that the normally calm witch only showed the frustrations when things were going south.

“Gem?” Old eyes met his and he could see the years of experience and the years of loss as a lone tear escaped.

“I can’t make heads or tails of what’s going to happen, Ashton. Too much needs to be decided and she will fight it, every step of the way.”

He sighed as he set his cup down, nodding his head before letting his fingers push through his black curls. That change had come a few years previous when Roe had made a passing comment to the demon when he’d shown up with a mild disguise on. She’d told him that black hair certainly looked better on him and so he’d decided that he needed a change and the black hair became permanent.

“He’s expecting her to rebel. He doesn’t want to put too much pressure on Calum, knowing she’ll readily destroy herself to protect him from the Kings plans.”

“So he’s putting the pressure on you?”

“Yes and no. My jobs are no different, but I’m feeling the pressure of doing what needs to be done. He doesn’t accept failure.” Carefully, his fingers peeled up his shirt sleeve and Gem gasped in shock at the darkened welts on his skin.

“He didn’t.” The older witch breathed, her eye unable to tear them from him.

“You can not heal them, Gem.” He warned as her fingers reached out, touching the delicate skin.

“Watch me.” She snapped back in return, eyes refocusing before the spell left her lips.

He watched in amazement as the skin on his arm knitted itself back together, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

“He dares go for you again, tell him to start a fight with me.” The older witch snapped. And Ashton couldn’t help but smile as his fingers reached out, squeezing her arm gently.

“I’d look forward to the day where I see a demon, and the king of hell no less, get forced to submit to a witch.” Ashton murmured, earning a smirk from Gem.

“Where do you think our Roe learned it from?” Her words made him chuckle as a knock on the door interrupted them. Michael’s head stuck around the corner and Ashton tensed.

“We need to go. There’s unrest. An Angel appeared.” Ashton was on his feet swiftly, but bowed shortly to Gem before following Michael out. Gem chuckled.

For all his posturing, his upbringing was one he never seemed to let go of once he realised that he had a safety net in the house.

Following Michael outside, they made the journey through the shadows, landing not far from the ostentatious palace where the King held court. His actual home was elsewhere, along with the offices that he used to keep things in check, but the palace was one to be used as a decoy. Ashton was certain that only six others, including himself, knew where the King lived and four of them lived above in the human realm.

“What’s going on?” His voice carried as he stepped through. Demons fell silent, their resentful eyes staring at the two as they strode through.

That had been another downside to stepping up. Demons who were ambitious often killed their competitors. However, the King had made himself clear over the last decade. Anyone who touched Ashton or Michael, paid the price.

“The Angel bitch appeared out of nowhere, sir.” One of the younger demons commented, the sneer firm on his lips. Ashton held back his sigh of annoyance.

“Someone with a fucking brain cell, tell me what happened?” He snapped out and murmurs slipped through the gathered crowd before they parted. Ashton felt his heart tremble as the beaten and bloody body of the angel lay crumpled in a heap, the wings out and almost shredded with claws.

Michael scoffed as he made his way over.

“Who dragged the angel down here?” Ashton’s mind was frozen as Michael tilted the angel onto their back and memories from his human life hit him hard as the face fitted itself into his memories.

“She just appeared on the floor. No one dragged the bitch.” The first demon spoke and Ashton’s hand snapped out, his fingers closing slowly into a fist until he heard the demon gasp and struggle for air.

“You might think that they are our mortal enemies thanks to Belize, but trust me when I say working relationships exist between Heaven and Hell. Continue to call them a bitch and watch what happens. And for your troubles, they are a they, not a she.” He snapped, his fingers releasing and the demon struggled for air, his heaving breaths giving Ashton a vindictive satisfaction.

Their body was limp, but Ashton could hear the shallow, rattling breaths escape their lips, and he knew he needed to act to save their life.

With a jolt, he realised things were different compared to the last time that he saw them. And he felt like he was in some sort of cliche moment as he carefully picked up the angel, ignoring how the jolt slid down his arms when his fingers brushed their skin.

“Michael, inform his highness what has happened and clean up.” Ashton instructed and Michael nodded, turning around to kick the other demons from the palace. Ashton waited for a moment before he disappeared and he knew that he needed somewhere safe for the angel.

The sun hit his skin as he arrived, glancing up to the house before whistling loudly.

Calum came barrelling out first, followed by Marcella and then Gem.

“Ashton?” Calum’s eyes questioned the being in his arms, but he shook his head.

“They’re an angel, I can’t give them treatment below, it’ll kill them. I wouldn’t normally ask, but they-”

“They’re important to you.” Gem murmured as Marcella murmured a few spells and her face dropped.

“Get inside, use the room that you left Luke and I in.” She instructed and Ashton followed behind Gem who guided the two of them whilst Marcella yelled for other witches.

They came down at their calls, a couple scowling as they spotted Ashton, but he paid them no mind as he settled the angel on the bed, his fingers brushing the shoddily cropped hair with a sigh.

“What did they do to you?” He whispered before stepping back when Marcella returned with Roe in tow.

“Ashton?” Her tone was gentle as she held her hand out to him and he turned away from the angel, ignoring the stretched out hand before leaving the house, his own magic itching as he settled outside. He knew things were going to change and he knew he couldn’t leave.

“Fuck.” He lay out on the grass, arm over his eyes as he tried to keep his frustration from exploding outwards.

It was silent apart from the mutterings coming from within the house. Then a door closed and he growled in a warning.

“Pack it in.” Gem snapped as she sat herself next to him, his arm moving to see the older witch sat with an air of regality on the grass. He immediately felt bad, knowing the older witch sometimes struggled to move with ease.

“Had I known I would’ve been followed, I’d have stood.” He muttered and Gem snorted.

“Or you would’ve just disappeared.” She countered and he grimaced as his arm dropped from his face, sitting up to face Gem.

“I can’t.” He whispered and she stared at him hard. It felt like she was examining his soul, or what was left of it. And he looked away.

“There’s a bond, isn’t there?” Ashton knew that she knew the answer, but was still demanding him to vocalise it. And had it been anyone else, he’d have told them to fuck off.

But it was Gem. The witch who healed him despite the Kings deliberate mutilation to remind him of his place. The witch who reminded him of his humanity, who helped him find those memories from so long ago.

“Yes.” He finally whispered.

They sat there in silence before a blast of magic washed over the two of them and Ashton scrambled to his feet before helping Gem up. She smiled gently at him, patting his hand before following him through.

“Fucking angels.” Sapphire muttered as she left the room, rubbing a spot on her arm. Ashton snarled at her which made her pale before glancing to Gem and hurrying away.

“Peace, Ashton. It’s because the angel's version of magic is so very different.” Gem soothed the agitated demon. But it didn’t settle him until he entered the room and saw them laying more settled in the bed, their face free from the marks that had stunned him the first time around.

“Fucking angelic magic thinking it’s better than ours.” Roe muttered as she helped up Marcella who sighed.

“Don’t forget, our magic is tainted by our mates. Is it any wonder their magic reacted so violently?” Marcella chided and Roe stuck her tongue out before she spotted Ashton.

“You couldn’t have bonded to a human or a faerie, or even a bloody werewolf! You had to go and bond to a fucking angel.” He knew she was teasing, but his body tensed. Sensing the change in his mood, Roe held her hands up in a surrender position.

“How are they?”

“You need to find out what happened to them for me to fully heal them. We’ve got the superficial damage fixed, but there are curses locked in that I can’t touch until I know the origin. Ashton, how did you come by this angel?” Marcella’s tone was curious and he sighed as he took a seat next to the bed, feeling his chest ease now he was in proximity to them.

“They had been dumped on the floor of the palace. Which reminds me, Roe, you’ll have to start the transition soon before the younger demons start to revolt. The elders refuse to teach the little bastards.” Roe sighed.

“I just need to figure shit out first, but it’ll happen. Calum managed to finally convince me.” She muttered and he smiled gratefully at her.

“Go and rest, I’ll watch over them for now.” Roe left but Marcella hesitated.

“I’ll be fine.” He murmured and she shook her head.

“They weren’t in the best condition and we don’t know if our magic has aggravated it. The best thing you can do is make sure they’re comfortable so their own magic can help their body.” she instructed calmly before passing him a cloth. “If you notice a fever, use this to cool them down, it’s imbued with cooling charms to help so you don’t have to leave their side. Call for me when they wake up and I can get a better diagnosis.” Without another word, Marcella left, the door closing behind her.

He knew that both of them would’ve returned to their mates. The magic was enough that they would be tired.

The door opened once more and Gem stepped in, two cups of tea floating beside her as she sat on the chair which resided on the other side of the bed.

Ashton didn’t question her as the second cup of tea floated to his side.

“We might as well continue our little chat, especially since our Roe has seemingly made a decision.” Gem commented quietly and Ashton smiled at the older witch, his hands clasping the cup.

“I guess we should. Do you think that Roe is truly ready to work the compromise so that she can run the coven whilst keeping an eye on Hell?” Ashton’s words were curious and Gem smiled.

“She’s ruled long enough with an iron fist with this coven. They won’t know what to expect with her, one because she’s female but two because she has witches blood and she’s not afraid to exploit that for her own personal gains. I think she’ll make a fantastic Queen, and with Calum ruling by her side, the younger demons will quickly realise that the hierarchy exists for a reason.”

—

When they woke up with a gasp, Ashton was there, his eyes haunted yet considerate.

“You’re safe.” He murmured and their eyes were confused, the tiredness evident as he studied them.

“Ashton? But, you died centuries ago.” Their tone was suspicious despite the confusion. A wry smile appeared on his lips at their words.

“It’s what you get for falling in love with an angel.” He murmured, his eyes darkening. The hazel deepened before it fully transitioned to black and understanding dawned on the angel’s face.

“Demon.” They murmured softly and he nodded.

“You were dropped in the palace and left for dead. What happened?” The grimace told a lot more than he expected, but they seemed to weigh up the options before sighing.

“When word got out, about us, mercenaries were sent after you.”

“I remember. They’re the reason I became what I am.” His tone was dry and they shot him an apologetic look.

“They didn’t expect you to fight back, but I warned them. I warned them that you were of noble blood and had been raised to know how to fight. They watched me for a century after that. I couldn’t function. You’d died and my heart had gone.”

His heart clenched and stopped himself from reaching out to them, to offer a form of comfort.

“Were they watching to make sure you didn’t do something drastic?” They snorted.

“I was the angel who fell in love with a human. They refuted my claims of soulmate because angels only mate with other angels.” The scorn dripping from their tone surprised Ashton. As memories began to slot into place, he remembered bits and pieces.

“Did he forbid it?” And they shook their head, choppy hair falling into their eyes. A trembling hand moved to grasp it and Ashton watched as tears filled their eyes.

He silently realised that the change in hairstyle was not a personal choice on their part.

“He would’ve blessed it had he known. Had I not hidden it from him. He had me helping the lost souls, as a penance but also because I understood. Then Ariale, he tried so hard, but I couldn’t move on from you. He got angry, bitter.” Ashton closed his eyes.

“And then I appeared in the human realm, didn’t I?”

“They weren’t sure it was you until this year. Word spread that you had climbed the ranks but no one knew how much. I was forbidden.”

“You were my mate in my human life and they wouldn’t risk the bond carrying over to this life.” Ashton figures out the unspoken words. Tears were in their eyes as they took in a trembling breath.

“Ariale demanded judgement. That was when I learned one of his brothers-”

“Was the one that I killed as a human.” He closed his eyes, anger and frustration bubbling up. Ashton never felt violent towards Angels; he couldn’t after he started unlocking his human life. But the burning anger made him want to go to the high heavens and demand their own trials.

“Yes. They demanded my judgement for your actions since I’d claimed you as my soulmate.” His heart sank.

“Judgement deemed you guilty on behalf of my actions.”

“I begged with him, cried that it wasn’t fair. He told me the judgement had been made but he would not cast me from the heavens. He would send me to my mate. Ariale got hold of me first.”

Ashton couldn’t hold back his snarl of anger. How dare they claim righteousness yet hurt one of their own in such a way? He was furious.

“What did Ariale do?” His eyes held theirs and he watched as they winced as they moved.

“You saw my wings. There are some curses embedded as well. I cannot complete our bond, it’ll kill both of us most likely or just me. He was a bitter angel about me not moving on.” Ashton could only silently promise to end this bitter Angel's life if ever he crossed paths with him.

“I brought you to a coven of witches who, well a handful I consider friends. Roe is going to want to know the curses and Marcella won’t stand for your curse to prevent you completing the bond.” He held his hand out to them, resting it palm facing up on the bed.

“Ashton-”

“No,” he interrupted, “we were denied when I was human. I refuse to let some fucking asshole of an angel ruin it for us now. You’re mine.” He surprised himself at the ferocity of his words, but the look of relief of their face spoke volumes for him.

“Let me speak to the witches first. They need a fair idea of what to work with.” They finally whispered as they rested their hand in his.

He didn’t hesitate to bring their knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to them.

“Your will is mine. I’ll track them down and see what I can do. Rest for now, you’re safe.” He waited until they had settled back and fallen asleep. It was easy to track down Gem, and thankfully Roe and Marcella were with her.

“They’ve woken up. We’ve spoken a little and they’re resting now but it was a bitter angel that imbued them with curses. One of the curses means we can never complete our bond without their death.” Gems eyes were sympathetic as Marcella gasped in anger.

“Then I’ll find the damn curse and pick it apart piece by piece. They’re in safe hands. Now do you need a shoulder or do you need to vent?” He felt like he was being scolded by a mother hen, but he smiled at Marcella.

“I’m going to put some brats in their place.” He caught exasperated yet fond looks before he disappeared and when he reappeared in the office’s, he knew he had his work cut out for him.

Michael was waiting, a file in his hand.

“Mallory is one of Torrid’s lackeys. She got her claws in but this one has brains. He’s been laying low until Roe’s coronation got announced. He hasn’t been sitting idle either.” Michael explained as Ashton took the file and glanced down.

He scoffed.

“Get the brats that keep defying me. Let them learn their lessons from the elder who won’t learn to adapt.” Ashton instructed as he made his way down the halls. Michael vanished as Ashton reached the interrogation rooms.

“Sir.” The demon was a younger one in looks, but she’d been around about a century longer than Ashton.

“Sal. He's still not giving up names?” She shook her head.

“We caught one name. Talisia. I’ve got one of the older agents running her down now.” He nodded before snapping his fingers and chains wrapped themselves around the unwilling demon. The noise of protest was cut off by the chains tightening.

Sal looked at Ashton with a raised eyebrow.

“They’ve gotta learn.” He shrugged as he dragged the prisoner out, heading from the buildings to the pit that lay just outside of the palace.

Demons began to curiously gather as he dragged the chained up demon through the streets. More gathered as he kicked the demon into the pit, the chains unwinding from the demon.

Ashton held his stance, casual and collected. Michael pulled up on the other side as he felt Sal watch his back.

“Someone who cannot change is someone to be made an example of.” He called over to the gathered demons. They fell silent.

“This is just how he treats anyone who disagrees with him.” Mallory called to the crowd and a whisper of unrest rushed through the gathered.

Ashton snorted.

“We all knew a new Queen would be ruling. You are apart of the group that tried to murder her and one of her coven sisters ten years ago and escaped justice. The last ten years has been making sure that whilst you may disagree with a hybrid Queen, you can see she’s capable.” Ashton called out earning mutters of agreement.

“She will be weak willed like the new brats that you recruit.” This time mutters from Michael’s group were loud and he turned in shock. “They are trying to fool you!”

A laugh rang out from that side and a small female stepped forward, face in a vicious snarl.

“You just called us weak willed brats did you not? You tried to brainwash us into believing that a new queen would be terrible but failed to mention you attempted to murder her long before we arrived.” She glanced up at Ashton who nodded.

“If I was a merciful man, I’d let her roast you until you are nothing but dust. But I am not merciful and I am not a man.” Demons fell silent as his body shifted, cracks running through his skin as he snarled and the pits opened.

Hell hounds rushed around their newest meal and wasted no time in tears pieces off, his screams echoing around until they faded to gurgles before falling silent.

“Take your quarrels with our new queen to the ones that have been trying to teach you the last decade. They will tell you what happened with her hybrid sister and what she did to the demon who tried to murder her mate.” He snarled before he disappeared back to the offices.

Ashton knew that he was going to get complaints from the older lot, but he was in no mood to deal with petty demons who could not adapt to change. If they were going to rule efficiently, then they needed to learn to adapt efficiently.

He headed back up, trying to grip his temper, but he was walking back into a volatile situation. He was angry on his angel’s behalf, knowing that they were thrown because of him.

It burned him that they were so wounded for so many years.

He sought out Gem who was waiting, a cup of tea sat on the arm of the chair, expecting.

“I’ve imbued the room in soundproof spells for you. Let it out, Ashton.” Her kind tone seemed to set off the temper and his anger flooded, skin cracking as he let out such a snarl that would’ve frightened any sensible witch.

Gem remained in place as he got up and paced, his hair crackling with power as his skin cracked further, blood red veins running down his face as he finally hurled the tea cup, the porcelain shattering against the wall.

Gem merely waved her hand and more pieces of fine china stacked themselves on the table closest to him and he threw every single piece, his fury and frustration reducing some of the pieces to nothing more than dust.

He was so angry that he couldn’t think straight, mind splintering. Part of him was stuck on the anger towards the underworld, the new demons that defied him as well as Roe. And the other part was stuck on his anger towards the high heavens for hurting his angel. His mate.

It took the better part of an hour before his anger finally began to recede enough that his skin returned to normal but it felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. The sensation was strange and he could feel moisture in his eyes and he finally understood as Gem stood up, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.

For the first time since he’d died, he was crying.

It took longer than he’d thought, another forty minutes, before he stopped crying, the heavy breathing slowing down until his tears were gone and his chest wasn’t burning from trying to take in oxygen.

Gem had another cup of tea waiting and once he was sitting back in the armchair, she got down to business.

“Now that you’re less likely to murder one of my coven should they look at you wrong, are you ready to tell me what happened? Tell me about the defiant and I’ll tell you what we found with your Angel.”

This made Ashton pause before his eyes narrowed on the witch.

“You’d have made a better demon.” He finally muttered darkly, taking another sip of tea. She dimpled at him before sitting back and letting him take the lead of the conversation.

He told her about the defiant demons, what he did to the traitor they found. He didn’t hide the violence from Gem and she didn’t flinch away. He felt his chest feel strangely lighter and when he said so, she smirked.

“You boys might think you’re soulless, but you’re not. You need to share the burdens that you all carry. It might not be a typical burden that weighs you down, I know that death means nothing to you. But the ones that have been defying you, it’s making you question your choices. That’s where your burden lies.”

“Maybe a better therapist than demon.” He finally conceded and she laughed.

“Would you like to know about the curses?” This had his immediate attention, tea long since abandoned.

“How did you figure it out?”

“They used your blood. The curse is specifically tied to you. It’s a long forgotten curse that will burn them when you initiate the bond.” He felt his stomach turn.

“But our bond initiates from touch does it not?” And Gem shook her head.

“It’s different for you two. You’ve been bonded before but it broke with your death, correct?” He nodded. “You need to be physically intimate with them for the bond to reassert itself.”

“Is there a counter?” Gem visibly brightened.

“There is. The only problem is that we need to get a hold of a faerie. And they’re tricky little blighters that don’t do anything unless there’s something in it for them.” And Ashton could feel his hopes sink to the pit of his stomach.

Faeries were notoriously tricky to deal with and unless there was something in the deal that benefitted them, they wouldn’t help. And he couldn’t see how a faerie would benefit from his mate being freed from the curse.

“I’ll see if I can call in a favour. Faeries might be fickle, but they honour debts between magical races. Go see your angel and I’ll get in contact.” Gem ushered him from the room and with a sigh he made his way upstairs, his feet feeling like lead as he got closer to the room.

As he pushed open the door and their face lit up upon seeing him, and despite the dashed hope, he felt warm and a sense of comfort as the heaviness lifted as he took a seat, his hand slipping into theirs.

He could deal with this.

—

Gem had put in many calls, but none were being answered. It was like they knew the favour she was going to ask.

When Michael had shown up to check in, Ashton was yet to leave the angels' side, and so Gem caught him, making him pause.

“It’s better that he stays with them for now. I, however, need a perspective of a demon.” This pulled Michael up short.

Although he wasn’t a frequent visitor with Gem, he didn’t realise that she was comfortable enough to ask a favour, or at least ask for his advice.

“I’m curious.” She snorted at his words and tilted her head to what had been dubbed as her sitting room. Michael followed quietly, his eyes glancing to the grand staircase before ducking into the room.

The door slammed shut behind him, making him raise an eyebrow as he took the offered seat.

“I wish I could use the term ‘curiosity killed the cat’, but you’d be quick to be a smartass back.” The older witch muttered. Michael grinned.

“Absolutely. So what do you need me for that you couldn’t drag one of my elusive brothers out for?” He sat back in the chair, his elbow leaning on the arm rest as his head rested against his fingers. Gem rolled her eyes.

“The Fae are notoriously fickle. I have favours to call in but I know they won’t do it without some kind of reward. How can I put it in a way that they’ll be helping another species without actually gaining something in return?”

“Just promise you won’t murder them. Usually does the trick.” Gem stared at him, her lips parted in shock at his words and brash attitude that came with them.

Only when his lips began to twitch did she realise he was teasing her.

“Michael!” Her tone was flustered as she set her cup down.

He laughed.

“When it comes to a demon, you do need to promise that you won’t kill them. I wasn’t necessarily joking but they’ll be more inclined to listen if they know that their life isn’t on the line.” Gem just sighed.

“Any other wise ideas from you?” The dry tone made Michael snort.

“Just go with your standard offerings. They’re selfish creatures so if the gifts are for them along with the promise of their life, there’s going to be at least one who will answer your call.”

Gem could see where Michael was coming from and for a moment she wondered if that would be enough to encourage the fae to listen to their requests.

“I’ll try them once more but if they don’t work, we’re going to need a different way to get their help because they’ve been ignoring all of my other offerings.” Gem commented to Michael quietly. This made the demon pause in his movements.

“This is for the Angel that’s Ashton’s mate, correct?” Gem nodded and he sighed. “Let me deal with them, then. That way, we’re being upfront that a demon is involved and they may just respond to the plea.” Gem looked stunned for a moment before a bright smile crossed her features.

“Thank you Michael.”

“You’ve kept my brothers and I alive for the better part of a decade. Allowed us to reside in your home and still use that protection. It’s the least I can do for you. Where’s the fae mound?”

The following morning, Michael strolled in with a smug grin on his lips, and then glanced back to the door.

Gem nearly dropped her tea as the being she had been so desperate for stepped into the house. She held an air about her that seemed to demand her attention, the dark braids hanging over one shoulder, her eyes staring at Gem as the older witch studied the darker skinned being that had finally taken up her offerings and she couldn’t stop herself as she grabbed the back of the chair for support.

“You know what’s expected, what we need?”

“I do this as a favour to my mate.” Her words were smooth like honey and Gem felt her jaw dropped, staring at Michael in shock.

“Michael?”

“She’s my mate. When they sensed my presence, they sent her to deal with me. Neither of us anticipated the bond, but we didn’t deny it either.”

“And your council?” Gem asked hesitantly, curiosity tinging her tone.

“They accept the bond but will not welcome me back. So I asked them for one last favour for myself and my mate.” Gem felt the relief flood through her veins as she stepped forward, clasping her hands around the faerie’s, ignoring the look of shock at her touch.

“I cannot begin to tell you how much this means, for all of us. These four demons, it was difficult at first a decade ago, but they’re family, and to see one hurting, it’s difficult for all of us now.”

Michael scoffed and Gem gave him a wry smile.

“They learned their lessons long ago, you know that. We will proceed with the ritual on the next full moon if that is acceptable for you?” She returned her attention to the faerie whom she had yet to let go of.

“Perfectly acceptable.”

“Wonderful. What’s your name, dear?”

The faerie seemed to hesitate, glancing to Michael first before offering the older witch a kind smile.

“They called me Adana.”

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ancientechos · 4 years

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My one and only contribution to sinday *tosses into queue before I can regret this*

Yes this is nsfvv I’m very sorry I may come back and delete this,

Emet-Selch/Arianna ♡ 2443 words ♡ sometime post 5.3 probably because that’s what gave me the brainworms to write this. no spoilers tho there is literally no plot don’t worry

“If you don’t hurry up, I might not be able to behave myself.”

“What would that look like?”

“-- Are you asking me to misbehave?”

Regrettably, the incredulity in his voice is enough to get her to back down, skin rivaling the colour of a tomato, as she looks away, her dark hair obstructing view of most of her face. It isn’t often that she is so...upfront, but it is certainly entertaining each and every time.

Of course, she wouldn’t dare be so forward if they were anywhere else but the safety of her room, or their room, or perhaps his -- the venue matters little so long as the outcome is more or less the same. Unfortunately, she seems all the ready to disappear from his sight, subtly eyeing the doorway as she makes to slide past him and vanish up to the main floor of her house.

But after saying something so adorable to him, she certainly isn’t getting away.

He encloses her in an embrace before she can leave him,

“I want you,” he purrs, dragging a hand down her back and groping at her rear through her robes. He tugs her against him, and she gives a startled gasp, her hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders. She doesn’t move away, and he knows better than to assume she wants to but simply isn’t expressing it. The hyuran woman’s eyes darken as she stares up at him, her teeth lightly worrying at her lower lip.

“Y-you have me,” she stammers, pressing up against him with a quiet exhale. The man gives a small hum, lifting his hand up to the small of her back to hold her close. His other hand brushes dark hair from her face as he dips his head to press a small kiss to her cheek.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, giving another kiss to her cheekbone, then lower. He backs her against the wall, and she moves easily, clasping her hands behind his neck.

“I-I’m yours,” Arianna repeats, feeling him smirk against her chin. The hand at her back leaves her momentarily to allow himself to snap his fingers, leaving him in his smallclothes and her in nothing but her pin and a sheer, white dress not especially suitable for going out.

The abrupt change in clothing leaves her only mildly flustered, having been used to this by now. Though she wonders if she really should be.

He bends to kiss at her neck, and she gasps slightly, running fingers through his hair.

“Are you mine...?” she asks breathlessly, arching slightly into him.

“Always,” Hades rasps against her pulse, pressing another kiss to her as he moves to lift her. With a startled sound, she hooks her legs about him and shivers.

“A-are we...n-not going to the bed...?” she manages after a moment, squirming slightly against him. He seems amused by the question, chuckling lowly as he kisses her other cheek.

“Too far,” is his only response, before he presses closer to her needily. The sensation of his hardened length nudging against her has Arianna flushing darkly, eyes squeezing shut. “You couldn’t be so cruel as to make me walk that far, could you?”

Even without her seeing his grin directly, the irony in his tone is evident -- such he can tell by the mild curve of her lips as she tries not to smile. Though she does, at least, answer him with a mild shake of her head.

“I knew you couldn’t, you’re far too sweet for me,” he continues with a smirk, groping one of her breasts through the thin lingerie. One of his favourites on her, though even that has to go once he tires of being unable to properly feel her. It vanishes with another snap of his fingers, and finally he can stroke her skin and kiss her properly, just as she can him.

It’s easy to coax her into readiness for him; truly he should not call it coaxing at all, she hardly needs persuading. Instead, she is just as eager as he is, then and now, truly more compatible than he could have ever thought those ages ago. And he finds himself feeling blessed to know this hasn’t changed.

She’s hot and wet and lovely; he finds himself sighing as he enters her, Arianna letting out her own muffled moan. It’s easy to find a good pace, her hands in his hair and down his spine encouraging him to move within her, pulling him for a kiss. He nips her lower lip gently before lavishing her chest and neck with kisses, craning to kiss her where he wants.

“You’re beautiful,” he informs her with a smile, thrusting into her harder as he continues. “And sexy...” Despite her muffled moan, she still manages to shake her head.

“I-I -- am not -- “

“Really?” he scoffs, one eyebrow lifting to his hairline despite their current predicament. “Well, I’m afraid you have me terribly fooled.” As if to prove his point, he snaps his hips within her, this time finding the spot that makes her tense up with a gasp. She instinctively runs her fingernails down his back, and he purrs at the sensation.

“Ah -- s-sorry -- ”

“No,” he groans, rolling his hips harder against that spot that makes her whimper and clutch at him unthinkingly, dragging nails down his shoulder blades. “You’re such a good girl.” The rumble against her ear as he thrusts into her again has her keening and tightening around him delectably.

How he adores feeling needed, pulling those sighs and moans from her lips like a fine-tuned instrument. A hungry kiss muffles her cries as he swallows them greedily, their tongues sliding against one another while her hands stroke him affectionately.

Her legs lock tighter; with a gasp, she breaks the kiss, turning her head to the side, and he immediately lavishes the column of her neck with nibbles and soft kisses. How nice that her preferred manner of dress should include tall necklines.

“Oh, Hades...” One of her hands finally leaves his hair to instead touch softly to his forehead; easily, she finds the third eye there, stroking across it ardently with soft fingertips. The touch has him gasping this time, movements stilling. His knees buckle and he has to bite his lip to stifle his own sound of delight.

“You minx,” he mutters, groping at her thoughtlessly. The tiny shiver and giggle she gives him is enough to have his mouth splitting in a leery grin. Holding her tight to him, he allows himself to fall back into the void, with her in his clutches. It deposits them onto her bed behind them, him underneath her as she sits astride his hips.

Arianna appears mildly shocked for the sudden change, but doesn’t seem to have any sort of complaint. Instead, she shifts slightly to get more comfortable, then leans to continue petting at his forehead.

“You know,” he hums, thrusting into her gently, hands massaging at her hips, “the first time we did this — the very first time — it was like — this...” His mouth curves in a fond smirk. “If I recall right — and I do — you said...we were like puzzle pieces.” The smirk morphs into a wry grin. “Hythlodaeus did find us quite fond of puzzles after that...”

A breathless sigh leaves her as she lifts herself to bring herself down upon him. Eagerly, he supports her, a new lazy rhythm overtaking them both. “Hades, I — I like...this...”

She has never been as wordy as he was, even during this, even before, but that matters little to him. He doesn’t even need to hear her speaking at all like this...

Though come to think of it, the quirk of her brows tells him, even without the link between them, that there is definitely something else she desires to say. The shyness that has her second-guessing herself isn’t because of the sex at all.

Reluctantly, he stops, and delights in the way she gives a tiny squirm of annoyance that sends the flush to her cheeks even further scarlet. He has to bite his cheek to keep the smirk from curving his mouth. Instead, he lifts both his hands to her face, delicately tracing fingers along her forehead and eyebrows, drawing his thumb along her lips. Pressing his palms to her cheeks warmly, he simply gazes into her eyes for a moment.

“What is it? What do you want to say?” he coaxes gently. Her green gaze, burning as beautifully as the kaleidoscope of her soul, holds his for a moment, before it flicks away in a nervous flutter.

“I-I — you...” Her mouth twists indecisively, teeth sinking into her lips. Again, his thumb runs across her mouth.

“I’ve asked you not to do that,” he murmurs quietly, brows furrowing until she finally relaxes. “You’ll hurt yourself. But take your time telling me — I can wait all night.” The smile he flashes her is lazy and sharp all at once.

— He’s actually not that patient. But neither is she.

As he’d hoped, the gentle prodding is enough. With a shaky exhale, she finally begins to speak, her gaze shyly catching his. Her voice is quiet enough that he nearly has to strain to hear it, the words becoming more and more silent each syllable.

“Y-you — make me feel like...t-the only person in the world...”

The softness of the proclamation is in stark contrast to the tenseness of her limbs, though unfortunately not a result of any sort of pleasure. Nerves — and not the good kind.

The Ascian’s teeth click together even as feels himself melting. A strange lump in his throat makes him unable to form words for a few, precious moments.

“Oh, sweetheart...” A huffing laugh leaves him. “You are the only person in my world, Arianna.” The transformation in her expression is further endearing; her eyes widening slightly in something akin to shock, before shifting to that expression he misses and cherishes so very much. Looking at him as if he is something she wants or needs or yearns for, as if somehow he above all other things is precious.

He often wondered, and still wonders, what on earth she sees in him that she would so reverently wish for. But he would never rather her look at anyone else like this.

He flips them deftly, hovering over her above the sheets as her dark, curled hair fans out about her. Though for the moment, he doesn’t move, his gaze instead caught upon the glint of the pin still fastened within her hair.

Carefully, he removes it, depositing it onto her night table. Then he swoops to seal her lips with his in a searing kiss, moaning softly as she arches into him welcomingly.

When he pulls away to gaze down at her again, Hades has to catch his breath at the pure adoration in her expression. Her hands gently trace up and down his back, her legs locking about him again to hold him close. And how he can’t get enough of the sensation of her skin against his, her warmth around him. This is home, no matter anything else — so long as he can be with her alone together like this, his soul coiling around hers feverishly in a manner that makes her shiver and gasp even without having to move an ilm. He is home, no matter the surroundings around him. He doesn’t want to lose this ever again.

“I love you,” Hades whispers, the kiss this time soft as down. She kisses him back, eyes closed, her fingers gently running through his hair even as she shifts her hips somewhat needily. He has to suppress a low chuckle.

“I love you, too,” she whispers, breathless but eager, melting against him as she leans to press a few kisses of her own to his cheeks. She truly is too sweet for him.

With a fond smirk, he finally gives her what she wants, rolling his hips against hers. It takes him another moment to find that delightful spot inside her, before he has her whimpering and clutching at his shoulders again.

“Please — please, please, Ha...des...”

Teeth find her collarbone, the side of her neck, sink into her lower lip gently as he kisses her.

“You beg me so sweetly,” he purrs against her skin, snapping his hips with more force. He grasps at her hip, gropes one of her sweet breasts as he thumbs over one of her soft nubs. “No one can hear you here...but me, my dear...so...scream as loud as you like...”

That certainly gets a reaction he likes, those silly inhibitions of hers slowly fizzing out. The hyuran woman pants beneath him, skin sweat-slicked, as she earnestly moves against his own motions. Her pleasure only brings his spiralling further, and with each thrust her pretty voice sounds out all the clearer for him.

“Ah — hah, Hades — “ He adores how she says his name, how he’s waited to hear her say it just like this again. He doesn’t want to hear anyone else say that name...

“My dearest...Arianna,” he rasps out, clenching his jaw as his motions increase in tempo. He rains soft kisses upon her, soft sucks to the flesh at her neck and shoulder, until he can no longer think to concentrate, beyond the primal urge to move himself within her.

Her high-pitched keening gasps only serve to spur him forward further, and as her inner walls tighten around him with a final dreamy sigh of his name, he finally lets himself go, spilling within her as she arches and clings to him. Arianna shivers, panting, as he huffs against her.

He weighs upon her, though he is careful, and knows she enjoys it besides. Before long, however, he’s moved them both to rearrange himself on his back, Arianna lying upon his chest with her ear above his heart. Idly, he strokes her hair and back while she curls close with a pleased sigh, their legs tangled together.

Lazily, he throws a blanket over the both of them, his eyes closing momentarily as a pleasant buzz settles over him. Until he recalls something.

“So, did I misbehave enough?”

#theres literally no beginning to this because #just because theres no proper reason #dkafjlsjdg #god im not even gonna tag this properly #sinday #emet selch x arianna #arianna rowen #arianna #fanfic #my writing #w: the dreamer and the architect #nsfvv #mine #throws myself into the void #scheduled

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peakysabrina · 4 years

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Dark Horse: chapter 9

So! Warning for like a makeout? So it’s like slightly NSFW. Nothing crazy tho. I promise.

Sure, Gigi is in mortal peril, and that needs to be worked out, but it’s also super obvious her and Ada have like... chemistry. Hence the warning.

The physician who was called shook from top to bottom, having been draggen to Polly Gray's home under the threat of Isaiah Jesus' shotgun. Neither the preacher's son nor the good doctor were aware of who it was who needed medical care, and only the latter one was allowed inside the home, and inside the guest bedroom. The patient had to be the blonde girl who laid on the bed, either sleeping, passed out, or dead already; covered in soot, it was hard to make out any other features.

"She inhaled a lot of smoke" Polly Gray informed, hand over her mouth. Philip Morris, the doctor, knew the lady fairy well, and couldn't say that he'd ever seen her as worried as she was now. "And she sometimes wakes up, but can't really speak"

"Does she look confused when she comes to?" Morris asked, approaching the patient and seeing that some efforts had been made to clean the afflicted girl, and there had been the common sense to open the windows, so that fresh air could come into the room.

"I wouldn't say confused, no. She does have a hard time breathing, though, and seems to be in pain" Polly replied, making the doctor nod. Those symptoms were to be expected, as was the shallow breathing he could hear.

"Hm... Well, the first thing we need is some oxygen, but for that we need a..."

"Polly! Polly, I need help with this!" a voice shouted from what seemed to be front door. Following suit, both Polly and Morris went down the stairs, where none other than Ada Thorne stood, after seemingly have dragged a full cannister of oxygen, with what looked like a hose and a mask.

"We need one of those, that's what I was about to say" doctor Morris completed, looking mildly concerned with the presence of a medical device outside of a hospital or GP practice. However, it shouldn't be surprising that a Shelby had access to whatever they needed, but it was strange that Ada knew such a thing existed and would be needed. "Let's get it upstairs" he prompted, deciding not to comment on it.

"I shouted at a few nurses and pointed a gun at them until they gave me it" Ada commented, as if it was completely normal and not at all noteworthy. Polly nodded, as the three of them made their way to the guest bedroom. The girl, whoever she was, was still sleeping, and doctor Morris went to work setting up the machine, to hopefully save a life that day.

"Did it work? Gigi? Gigi?" Ada Thorne let out the second the mask was on the girl's face. Morris did appreciate having a name for his patient, although Gigi was atrocious. "Gigi! Wake up, love!"

"Mrs. Thorne, she needs to take in a good dose of it before we can see any improvement" the doctor explained, breathing deeply. "We'll leave the mask for about an hour, and then we'll see how she feels, and if she needs some more of it to clear out her lungs"

"Fine. Thank you, doctor" Polly even made an effort to smile, but rushed the doctor out quickly, advising him that he was to tell no one about what he'd gone to her house for, under the threat of consequences he would not appreciate.

Ada, on the other hand, had not cared at all that a medical professional, or anyone else, had been to see Gigi. She knew enough about human anatomy to know that oxygen would help someone breathe, and that seemed to be Gigi's main issue at that moment. As to how she got her hands on oxygen, it was also pretty easy; if needed she was ready to go to the ends of the earth to get whatever Georgia needed.

"Hey love, I'm back. You alright? Is the mask too tight?" Ada asked, taking Gigi's hands into hers, resuming their positions before she'd left for the hospital. Of course, there was no response, but at least something was being done. There was no way to tell whether the poor girl was sleeping or passed out, but there was a heartbeat, which Ada checked obsessively.

"She's not going to die if you eat something" Polly chuckled from the door, trying not to smile too widely. "Or have some tea"

"Not hungry" her niece replied, brushing some stray hair from Gigi's face, as carefully and lovingly as she could. "I hate seeing her like this"

"I do too" Pol agreed, leaning on the doorway. "I did wish to see you and her together, but not like this"

"Why did you? I myself didn't realise how I was starting to feel about her until I found her there" Ada admitted, hating herself just a bit. She'd had three weeks to come to terms with what had started to bloom the first night Gigi appeared in her life, but she had ignored all of it.

"I have my ways. Not to mention Gigi may have told me in great secrecy she had feelings for you" Polly confessed, opting for staying by the door, to take in the complete picture before her, equal parts beautiful and sad.

"She did? Well, she... Gigi told me... back at the camp..." Ada stuttered, trying to decide whether she wanted to share that information, or if she wanted to keep that memory to herself.

"And what did you say to that?"

"I told her I was falling in love with her, and she told me she already was in love with me"

There was no point in hiding that information from Polly, was there? Love wasn't really something to be afraid of, or embarrassed by. As for the precious memory involved, Ada refused to believe those words were the last thing Gigi would say and hear. There would be time for them to say it, to feel it, to discover what it meant for a future that seemed uncertain.

"We'll have to find a way to hide her, and probably get her away from here without Tommy knowing" Polly reminded, going from the door to the window, and looking out to the back garden. There were Blinders somewhere around there, but she knew from experience that they couldn't hear them from that distance.

"Do you think he'll still want to..."

"Do you think Gigi will suddenly change her mind when she's well enough to walk by herself?" Polly asked, lighting a cigarette. "Her father will still be dead, and it will still be Tommy who's to blame for employing him"

"You're right. Fuck, Pol; what do we do?"

"I don't know. But I think that the best option would be to get her back to Swansea, or to travel with one of her sisters. Let Tommy believe she's really gone" Polly admitted, breathing as deeply as she could. Of course, her heartbreak was lessened by a daughter she couldn't keep close; another loss for her already extensive list. Letters would have to sufice, and that was already better.

"I know" Ada sighed, conflicted between brain and heart. It was too dangerous to keep Gigi around, it could threaten her life again, but damn it she didn't want to let go. The thought alone hurt, and it was all because of Tommy. Tommy had gotten them into this mess, had gotten Aberama Gold killed, which in turn had lit the fire of vengeance in Gigi. Between the two of them, there could only be one outcome: death. "What if she came back to London with me?"

"And have to hide for the rest of her life? Looking over her shoulder, thinking about what might happen if she lets down her guard?"

"Thinking about what might happen to you and your children when he tries to get to me?" Gigi asked, having managed to take off the mask, and even attempt to sit up. Ada's face lit up with a smile as she helped her sit, a sigh of relief loud and clear.

"How do you feel? Better?" Ada asked, hands on Gigi's cheeks, examining every inch of her skin, and then slooking straight into her eyes. "Does anything hurt, can you breathe?"

"I'm fine, I'm alright, I feel great" Gigi chuckled, albeit a bit breathless from the effort of sitting up. "I don't know where I am right now, but I have to go before Tommy finds out and hurts you"

"You're not going anywhere" Polly ordered, chucking her cigarette and closing the window. "You need to rest, and you need to recover before you do anything. Tommy won't find out anything, and we need time to think about where it would be safest"

"Swansea. Swansea is safest" Gigi argued, looking around. "I know the rest of them are dead, they couldn't have survived, I remember their trailers on fire. But I've more people loyal to me in Wales, and Tommy wouldn't dare go that far"

"He would, Georgia. You don't know him like we do. He thinks his life's in danger, and he will stop at nothing to get rid of you. He's got resources, he's got..." Ada explained, sadly aware that Gigi would have to leave the country, and never come back.

"Well, he's right. His life is in danger. He tried to kill me, and killed people I cared about. I'm willing to go back to Swansea, to my home, to make sure the heat dies down. But I can't guarantee I won't be back to finish what needs to be done" Gigi informed, her eyes darkening significantly. It was impossible to doubt her, her expression provided all the proof that she would, indeed, stop at nothing to see Thomas Shelby die. "What I refuse to let happen is him finding out you helped me get away, and doing something to hurt you"

"What about me, eh? What about me? You'll go back to fucking Swansea, and leave me here? And then what? After what you said, after what I said? Does that mean absolutely nothing?" Ada spat, in a tone that surprised Gigi. She sounded beyond cross, she sounded furious, betrayed. "Fuck, I sound like a teenager. I sound like a brat"

"You don't, actually. You sound like I want to sound, and you're saying what I want to say" Gigi admitted, lowering her eyes to their intertwined fingers. "I don't want to go, and it's absolutely my fault that we're in this situation. I should never have come here"

"Don't say that, that's not true and you know it" Ada responded, dismissing those hurtful words. "We would never have met if you hadn't come, and I would've never fallen for you"

"Well yes, but this? This situation we're in? I can't... Ada, I can't give you anything but trouble. I want to, I desperately want to give you the world, settle into a little cottage in the middle of the Brecon Beacons and kiss you every day for the rest of my life, play with your kids, go get wood for our fireplace, sleep by your side... but I can't. You've a business, you've a job, and your brother would never let us have a normal life" Gigi confessed, with tears gathering at the corner of her eye. "Believe me, I want to be with you, more than anything in this world..."

Ada never knew how that sentence would end, because she found herself moving forward to kiss Gigi as hard as she could, knocking the oxygen right out of both their lungs. Gigi kissed back, fueled by the energy she'd gained in the last hour, and by the absolute pleasure of feeling her beloved's lips on her, her tongue in her mouth. Out of the blue, but as welcome as sunshine after a rainy day, Ada moved so that her body could be on top of Gigi's, deepening the kiss, destroying any awareness of the outside world. Polly was long gone, reading the room as one she didn't belong in any longer, so they were alone, and free to get rid of their clothes, carelessly throwing them on the floor, anxious to feel closer.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #ada shelby #polly gray

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Saving Rumplestiltskin

Chapter 4: "What Dreams May Come"

(Part 1)

Chapter 1: The Eye of Eternity

https://aldahi-rp.tumblr.com/post/623491624921612288/saving-rumplestiltskin

Chapter 2: Alone in the Dark

https://aldahi-rp.tumblr.com/post/623494238962958336/saving-rumplestiltskin

Chapter 3: Child's Play

https://aldahi-rp.tumblr.com/post/623499386861813760/saving-rumplestiltski

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Belle was confused. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was running towards the well through a feild of blue flowers. Now she was in the big red room, with the spinning wheel, and the table, and the artifacts on pedestals.

Rumple was at his wheel, spinning straw into gold as usual.... But he looked different somehow... Belle blinked trying to figure out what it was about him... her mind was hazy... He looked... He looked HUMAN! He had silky hair and mellow brown eyes.

When he saw her he smiled, warm but tentative.

"...Hey..." He said, as if glad to see her, but also half afraid she might bolt if he made any sudden moves.

Belle approached slowly, still not quite sure what was going on. "...Hey..." She offered back, just as tentative. She couldn't remember... wasn't there something she was supposed to be doing? Something important?

He stood, closing the distance between them, walking in a way that was warm, but measured, as if still afraid he might frighten her away somehow. "You're here" he said.

"Yes" she agreed.

He looked... concerned for a moment, or disoriented, as if trying to figure something out... Or trying to remember something just outside his mental reach... Then his eyes brightened as if he had suddenly realized something wonderful and amazing.

"We did it!" He said

"Did what?" She asked, now more confused then ever.

"The flower, the well water... We did it, or rather you did it. You saved me."

She blinked trying to remember, and then broke into a warm, watery smile "You're okay!" She said, so happy that he looked healthy and alert that she felt her heart would burst.

He smiled back, and it seemed like some of the cautious tension drained out of him. "I'm okay". He agreed, and spread both arms wide, indicating all of himself with a little tilt of his head.

Belle reached out to hug him- but then stopped herself, unsure if he wanted to be touched...

"So, uh..." She said, a little awkwardly, repositioning her body to put the space back between them.

He eyed her cautiously, as though he himself had considered hugging her when she had moved towards him, but now that she hadn't he thought better of it, and retreated some as well.

"So, now what?" She asked.

"Now, we can have anything and everything!" He told her.

"Everything?" She asked skeptically.

"If you'll have it." He offered with a small smile.

Then with a flick of his wrist, she was in her yellow dress, and music began to play all around them. "Everything." He repeated, "Everything you could ever want and more".

And then he bowed deeply, offering Belle his hand. "May I have this dance?"

Belle was startled that he would offer, but she took his hand and let him guide her across the floor. The music swirled around them, as he lead her through the big room with the red carpet and the open windows in slow, graceful circles until she came to rest her head on his shoulder, and he stiffened just a little, but then relaxed into her touch.

She was happy. He was happy. He was healthy, and cured. They were together. Everything was all right!

...Until she realized something.

"This isn't real..." Belle said softly... And then with more conviction, "None of this is real. YOU'RE not real!"

She let go of him and stepped away putting distance between them again.

"No, I am, it's me. Belle, I'm real, and this is the only place we can ever be together." With a flick of his wrist she was in her blue dress and he was back, looking like he had before: glittering gold-green skin, reptilian eyes, long dark nails. "There, see?"

"It's not about what you LOOK like". Belle said, "It's... this whole thing, the dancing. You. It's... It's not YOU. This is a-a dream, or...an illusion? It's not real- YOU'RE not REAL."

"I am" he said, "I spin straw into gold, I built you a library after you hugged me, I let you keep the curtains down after centuries of darkness, I once left a live sheep in the kitchen and told you I wanted leg of mutton for supper as a crule quip, and to see what you would do."

"I know all that, though!" Belle said. "So that doesn't prove anything. It could all be comming from my own head"

"The cup!" He tried again, pointing at her in something like desperation. "The chipped cup! I preferentially drink out of the chipped cup because..." He closed his eyes forcing himself to say the next part "because it reminds me of you."

That was something he had never told her before.... She hesitated... Could she have made that up though? Could it just be a hopeful guess? Or....

"...Rumple?"

"Yes" he said fevently, "Yes, Belle, it's me."

She hesitated. She still wasn't sure.

Rumple closed his eyes, and took a deep, steadying breath, "When I spin...." He said, slowly, looking into her eyes, "I told you..." he hesitated "...it helps me to forget..."

She waited for him to go on, watching him closely, trying to read his eyes as tho they were pages of a book.

He closed his eyes and said, without opening them. "...the pain of losing my boy. THAT'S what I am trying to forget."

Then he opened his eyes and looked directly at her.

He had certainly never told her THAT, and she wouldn't have guessed it.

"Rumple!" She said, finally believing him. She hugged him tightly, and, after a moment of hesitation, he hugged her back.

"Oh, Belle..."

"What was his name?" She asked gently, after pulling away just enough to look him in the eye, her arms still wrapped loosely around his neck. All tender compassion and sympathy now.

"...Balefire..." he said slowly...

And then suddenly he pulled away from her, looking at her with wide, disturbed eyes.

"Bae" he repeated as if part of him were waking from a dream... Then he staggered back away from Belle as if she were some sort of nightmare creature.

"You!" He said, pointing an accusing finger at her.

"I told you to stay away from the Dream Lilies!"

"I-- wait- what??!"

"You're dreaming!" He accused, as if she were doing something wrong.

"But, but I thought... But you JUST said--"

"Wake up, Belle!" He said, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her roughly.

"Rumple, stop! You're hurting me!"

He shook her all the harder, "Belle, wake up! Wake up or I'll never see my boy again. Wake up or you'll be trapped there forever! Belle, WAKE! UP!!!"

And then Belle was alone, in a feild of bright blue flowers, swaying gently in the breeze.

She got up and ran to the well. She felt dizzy, dreamy, as if she were floating on air. She got to the well and dipped in the bucket. She felt the world slipping away- NO! Rumple needed her!

She plunged the bucket into the well, drawing up water and filling the glass bottle Rumple had given her.

"What do you got there, Dearie?" Rumple was standing behind her, but not the tentative, soft eyed Rumple from her dream, this Rumple was crule, dark, pitching his voice high and mockingly playful. "Better hand it over!"

And she threw the bucket at him... And she ran.

He appeared in front of her, "Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, Dearie. You have something of mine"

She dodged, and he appeared just behind her, and he grabbed her ankle, and she fell face first into the blue flowers.

Belle was again in the Dark Castle, and Rumple was again human, and again at his wheel, looking sad and pensive... Almost broken... Spinning the wheel by hand without any thread on it, just watching it go round and round...

When he saw her, he leaped up and pointed an accusing finger at her "What are you doing here?!" He demanded.

"You!" She said breathlessly. "I have the water, but- but you grabbed my leg and stopped me!"

"I grabbed you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, looking at her somewhat skeptically.

"Yes!" Belle said, "you were chasing me, you made me fall into the flowers, you weren't going to let me leave with that bottle!"

"-I- was trying to STOP you from helping ME." He said, in a 'let's just make sure I have this straight' tone of voice.

"Yes!" Belle said, "you were calling me "Dearie" and treating me like you treat everyone ELSE!"

Rumple frowned, he was quiet for a minute... "Belle" he said, very gently, "Are you... afraid of me?"

Belle shied away, not meeting his eyes, "No..." She said, "but... sometimes you can be... very dark..."

"Not to you" Rumple said gently, "I would never hurt YOU."

"The monster part of you doesn't want me to save you." Belle said very quietly

"The 'monster part of me' wants to LIVE, trust me, I would know."

"Then why would you...?"

"I believe..." He said, very slowly, thoughtfully. "That YOU believe the 'monster part of me', as you called it, is a danger to me-- but it's NOT. Least ways, not NEARLY so much as you failing to get THAT bottle" he indicated the bottle in her hand that she had not been holding until now "to me before I run out of time."

"Run out of time?" Belle repeat. "Wait- Is there a time limit?"

"There is." He said simply

"What happens if you run out of time?"

"I..." He hesitated. "It's not something I will allow to happen."

She frowned at him, her pretty face darkened with concern.

"Belle" he said, "what you need to know is that that isn't me. That's an illusion, and it CAN'T hurt you. Now, I need you to bring me that bottle as quickly as possible, because time IS of the essence."

Belle nodded very seriously. "I know, I'm comming."

"And, Belle..."

She turned to face him.

He looked like he was about to say something, he reached for her, he almost touched her face... But then he pulled back and said "Nothing. Go."

And he blew a cloud of glittering dark red smoke into her face.

Belle was laying in the lilies. She hopped up, holding her breath, and ran for dear life. She ran through the feild of blue flowers that made her head spin, as her lungs screamed for oxygen. She ran through the forest with the sky sirens and their hauntingly beautiful song blocked out by the red ear muffs. She ran to where Rumple lay in the grass, curled up, asleep like a child.

She shook him rougher then was probably necessary, shouting "Rumple, Rumple wake up!!"

Rumplestiltskin blinked up at her drowsily. He tried to get his eyes to focus and his brain to start working again. "Belle?" But it was dark, and she was very far away....

"I have the water!" she said, "C'mon, let's go."

He blinked at her again, trying and failing to focus on her, sleep was a heavy blanket trying to drown him. He couldn't pull himself out of it. He let his eyes slide closed again.

"Rumple!" She was shaking him again, "Wake up! C'mon. Wake up!"

"Mm awake." He mumbled without really moving his lips or opening his eyes.

"No your not" she argued, "I need you alert enough to get us home. I have the water. WAKE UP!"

With a tremendous effort Rumple opened his eyes and looked at her. "Belle?" He asked again, as if he wasn't quite sure who she was. His voice was thick with sleep.

"Yeah" she said, offering a wavery little smile, "it's me. C'mon, get up."

He shoved himself with effort into a sitting position, but his head fell to his chest and his eyes were closed... He forced them open to try to look at her, but they fell closed again.

"Did you.... did... did you get the.... the..."

"The water. Yes, I have it!" She said.

He nodded, but his whole body began to droop, falling back into sleep.

"No! No, no, eyes open. C'mon. You said you needed me, now I need YOU! I need you to wake up, and get us HOME... Before you run out of time."

This seemed to have an effect. He forced his eyes open. Forced himself to look at her steadily. Forced his head up until he was actually holding himself erect. Forced his eyes to focus until he was actually seeing her...

And then in a cloud of dark smoke they were home.

Not in the big room with the spinning wheel and the red rug, as Belle had expected, but in the lab.

Chapter 4: What Dreams May Come (Part Two)

https://aldahi-rp.tumblr.com/post/623507569400496128/saving-rumplestiltskin

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #rumbelle fanfiction #ouat #once upon a time #Saving Rumplestiltskin #Dark Castle #hurt comfort

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Hello, I'm the anon that asked for the three werewolf prompts. I thought I'd drop by and ask for three vampire ones as well if you're still taking D:bh writing requests? “So…how old are you?”, “There’s no such thing as ‘the good old days’. Every time sucks.” and “I shouldn’t have waited this long…”

Hello again Anon. Those three werewolf prompts were pretty fun to do and I'm happy to write with these three vampire ones. Feel free to pop back in if you want some more AU/Canon goodness!

On with the show. One vampire Simon coming right up (with an appropriate gif to boot), enjoy!

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On the ride back to the Manfred household from North's family cabin, Josh can't help but fidget and glance curiously at the only person in the car that's covered from head to toe to shield himself from the sunlight. He had been pondering for a while now, why a vampire would risk sun exposure by coming out to camp out in the woods with friends.

Then, as the minutes crawled by, Josh began to ponder on something else. The way Simon had worded his friends's apparent adoption of the werewolf into their inner circle, and how the vampire apparently had been living in Markus's attic before he too was taken in, in a similar manner.

"If you keep staring at me like that, I fear you might burn a hole through my layers." The blond spoke up, startling Josh out of his thoughts, a humorous tone indicating that he wasn't so much as unnerved as he was amused.

"Sorry..." He couldn't help apologize as he caught the other's gaze under his sunglasses. "It's just... I've never actually seen a vampire before."

It was odd how werewolves were so common these days, but vampires were merely spoken about in hushed whispers. It was less terrifying to some that men could become huge wolfish beasts, but their undead kin could remain hidden behind a facade of normalcy. Simon certainly looked human enough. Enough so that Josh hadn't even realized what he truly was before he'd made his move to defend his friends. Defend them from a percieved common threat, even if he'd been rather passive at the time rather than aggressive like the rest of his pack.

Still, the werewolf saw no reason to fear the blond. If anything he was just curious about him.

"We're rare these days. It's hard to find one of us if we don't want to be found." Simon explained, seeming to have rehearsed this response. Maybe he'd had to say the same to many others before him.

Which brought another question...

"...Ok this is going to sound super rude..." Josh flustered slightly as he tried not to be too blunt "But uh... how old are you?"

At the front North snorted loudly and Josh could see the corner of Markus's eye crinkle with amusement on the rearview mirror. Simon simply stared at him before rolling his eyes and smiling.

"Old enough." He responded nonchalantly.

"What?" Josh stared, before North burst out laughing and spoke up.

"He can't remember, but he's old as fuck!" She told him, before whining when the vampire lightly punched her arm. "Sensitive about your age as ever, old timer?"

"I'll have you know no matter how old I technically am, I'll remain 28 for eternity!" Simon almost sounded like a bird with it's feathers ruffled, which was quite funny really. Almost like a cockatoo, minus the extravagant yellow display feathers.

Josh made a note not to ask about his age again tho, he doubted it was nice to be eternally youthful and then lose track of time like that... If anything it sounded like a lonely existence.

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Mr. Manfred (who insisted Josh call him Carl because being refered to as 'mister' made him feel ancient) was a rather interesting man. An eccentric artist with an extravagantly decorated house and three bright young sons that he was proud of (even if Leo seemed to doubt his father liked him at all). Josh found in him a good conversation partner, a brilliant chess opponent, and someone who could teach him a lot about the world.

No one in his family had liked history and philosophy, so staying with the Manfreds was like paradise. Especially when he sat down and discussed things with Carl.

Another person who seemed so fond of joining their debates was undoubtedly the resident vampire.

Simon was a man of few words and many hobbies, but whenever he had something to say it often got both Josh and Carl thinking.

“There’s no such thing as ‘the good old days’. Every time sucks.” the blond grumbled once, when Carl had been reminiscing about the past. Saying how easier it was now to assume your sexuality or gender identity without being prosecuted by the public.

Simon had wholly disagreed with his opinion on the matter.

"Hundreds of years ago people would slaughter each other for minor differences. Be they gender, race, or religion." The vampire stated. "Today is the same, but the media is changing to hide it more. What's the death of a young unarmed black man, or of an innocent trans person worth to the public, when they could focus on the pressing things of life, like what celebrities are doing, or what is fashionable these days?"

Josh had been unsure what to say to those bitter words, because he knew for a fact that injustices still happened regularly. Carl had merely tried to shrug it off, not seeming all that willing to discuss it further. The artist later admitted he'd been wrong, when Leo came back with a black eye after being assaulted in a public bathroom. Apparently a guy had noticed his binder when he'd gone to wash his hands and, had Leo not been accompanied by two of his friends (one of which was a 6'7" Russian built like a goddamn bear), things could have taken a turn for the worst.

Agreeing to disagree was not something people should do with a vampire that had seen the world change and people remain the same...

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It takes three months of living among friends for Josh to see Simon feeding off a person. The vampire is very reserved in his dietary habits, only ever drinking from a cup he keeps separate from everyone else's dishes, and he never really drinks human blood. He purchased a variety of animal blood from the butcher's, often commenting on how unsanitary human blood really is.

"I'd rather not risk catching any blood related diseases, thank you very much." The blond scoffed as he took a sip out if his cup of fish blood. "The high levels of cholesterol would also probably kill me faster than sunlight ever could... I'm an old man, my poor heart can't take it."

Josh has seen him drink pig's blood, cow blood, even snake blood if he had been feeling "fancy", as Simon would put it. But never had he seen him drink any of the types of human blood. Then, three months into his stay, Simon became incredibly sick after drinking a contaminated batch...

He vomits and shivers for days, while Josh helps Markus tend to the miserable vampire's intense fever. North goes to the butcher's to complain and comes back furious when the man doesn't provide so much as an apology or a refund. They help Simon through the sickness and are relieved when he begins recovering.

But then, when Josh walks into his room one day, Simon has this pained distant look as he curls in on himself and clutched his stomach as if he were dying.

He looks deathly pale with darkened (almost black) veins snaking under his waxy skin, and sunken in eyes and cheeks that make him almost look cadaveric. His fangs (which Josh learned are kept within special sheaths like those of venemous snakes) are visible and gleaming in the low lighting of the attic that had been converted into his friend's comfy room. As soon as he locks eyes with Josh, he begins to salivate heavily before whimpering softly.

"I shouldn’t have waited this long…” Simon is shaking from the pain in his empty gut, but also from the amount of control he's trying to maintain over himself. Josh can see that unmistakable predatory need to pounce rolling off his twitching frame. Simon's instincts want him to hunt. Hunt his friend for sustenance. But Simon doesn't want to hurt anyone. He's too kind for that.

Josh can't bare seeing him suffer like that, especially when they don't have any fresh blood to give him.

All three of them (Josh, Markus and North) decide he's suffered enough from food poisoning and donate a portion of their blood, so that Simon may feed and replenish his health properly.

The blond dislikes drinking from people, but the eagerness to drink from their willing veins is more than enough for him to loose at least an ounce of self control.

He practically crashes it Markus when the tan freckled man exposed his neck to him, and sinks his teeth and grips his shoulders hard enough that his sharpened nails break skin. The noises that escape him are almost obscene and Markus becomes flustered as Simon suckles and laps up the warm life giving liquid. He lets go when Markus starts getting woozy and his legs begin to give out, moving on to feed from Josh next.

The sensation is an odd one, intimate even. The werewolf can smell Simon's desperation, and feel his neediness against his skin, before the blond has had his fill and moves on to finish quenching his thirst with a smaller sum from North. They gave more than her, because they were larger and because Josh would heal faster.

Markus is a little weak for a few days after, while Josh bounces back quickly due to his own beastly nature. North promises to give more the next time something like this happens.

Simon is embarrassed about the whole ordeal, but grateful nontheless.

He hopes there won't be a next time, and seeing him so weak and inhuman makes Josh hope the same. Still there's no closer bond than that of letting a loved one feed off your life source.

As odd as that might sound.

#eps writes:#fanfic #detroit: become human #detroit become human #vampire au #werewolf au #dbh simon #dbh josh #dbh markus #dbh north #polycho

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roseategales · 4 years

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100(ISH) WORDS A DAY CHALLENGE: NOVEMBER 2019 — DAY ELEVEN TO TWENTY-FOUR: WHISPER, BITTERSWEET.

rating: explicit. | categories: smut, modern au. | pairing: solavellan. | content warnings: mentions of alcohol. | word count: 2.2k.

author’s notes: idk what i’m doing. is that new tho? this wasn’t supposed to be uhhhh this long or take up two weeks afashfgsas oh well. i may actually end up using this an outline and turn it into a three chapter fic somewhere down the line, with more detail. i have Ideas.

The main venue for tonight’s date is provided courtesy of Josephine.

Spare tickets for a new musical at one of Grande Royeaux’s theatres were given to her by an acquaintance hoping for good graces, and, as she had prior engagements, she passed them to Eludysia to do with as she pleases. It’s another modern retelling of Andraste’s rebellion against Tevinter, focused on her early life and the beginnings of the war she fought. The mythos is thoroughly known throughout Thedas of course. A centerpiece of faith and nations, it’s the subject of innumerable non-fiction and fictionalised works of controversy, so Eludysia had little inclination in carving out time to see it. But it has been weeks since she and Solas last had a night out together, and critics and audiences have raised this one to acclaim; thus, she has persuaded him and they are meeting tonight.

She wears a dress that flows to floor-length, with an asymmetrical neckline and a slit along her left leg, the shade of myrtle leaves. Her hair is bound into a simple side-braid, her makeup done with a subtle hand. Her heels and matching clutch-purse are an off-white colour. The overall effect is one that satisfies—and, she anticipates, is prepared well for the evening.

The show is at eight. In midnight black suit and tie, he picks her up at exactly six. It gives them enough time to have dinner and conversation at a restaurant nearby the theatre. They talk about the usual things: the current affairs of the city, her cases and their successes, his classes and the books he’s read, the new discoveries of the lost Elvhen empire. He tells her she looks beautiful. She jokes that he should wear a suit more often. His hand brushes her palm and she holds it. Their reconnection is natural. Smooth as the dark red wine which fills their glasses and they raise a toast to.

They arrive at the theatre on time to be seated. An usher escorts them to a private box for two, at the side of the stage. Soon, the seats below them are filled, to the very last one. And then the lights fade out. Applause follows. The play begins.

For the next half hour, they relive the times of old through the music of their own day. The tragedy of the story should be dissonant with the vibrancy of the beat, but the presented narrative is instead enriched. It’s something to be appreciated.

By Eludysia’s asking, Solas gives commentary on the historical inaccuracies and creative liberties taken. She’d be lying if she said she doesn’t prefer the deep baritone of his voice to the cast’s, talented though they are. In exchange, he asks for her thoughts. Their seats are side by side, close enough they are still be audible to each other over the orchestra. It’s close enough for their knees to touch, and for their hands to find each other’s after each applause break.

After half an hour, Solas’ hand doesn’t return to Eludysia’s. It drifts.

At first, his placement of it is innocuous—right above where her knee meets his. But then, his fingers trail a line. His touch whisper light, they wander up and up, across the skin bared by the opening of her dress’ slit, up toward her thigh. And he shifts the fabric.

Her breath hitches, of its own accord.

Solas hasn’t even begun.

She glances from the stage—where Andraste’s actress is delivering a conflicted soliloquy on her marriage to Maferath—to where his fingertips trace the curve of her thigh, back and forth. As if awaiting a decision. “Solas… What are you doing?” She asks, like she is unaware of his intent. Like she has to read his expression to glean it.

“I’m observing the show, vhenan,” he says, as if it’s obvious. He toys with her hem, but tenderness rests on his features. “Is there a problem?”

He’s offering an out. Affirming what she wants. One word from her, and he would stop. He wouldn’t question her. If she expressed any discomfort, he would let her push him away to undo it. The night could pass by without incident, and he’d bring her back to her apartment.

His concern cuts at her heart. She loves him. She does.

But the desire for this is mutual. She craves for it as much as he. So, “not at all,” she says, with a sweetened smile.

A smirk lurks at the corner of Solas’ mouth. His ivory hand dips beneath green.

He has knowledge on just how to unravel her seams, in both contexts of speech and touch. That may be the most dangerous part. She adjusts herself to help him push aside the fabric of her underwear, and his fingers are expert; he skims her inner thigh, teases at her folds, strokes slow circles around her clit, effortless. He does it all without looking directly at her, his attention still seemingly on the reenactment of the politics of the Alamarri border to an outsider’s eye. But while she tries to steady her gaze on the same, she grows wet and wanting. Her posture slackens to allow him better access. He slides a finger inside her, two, and she has to bite her lower lip to cage her gasps and moans as her hips seek and seek more and more of him.

He summons a tension Eludysia is driven to chase. She bucks forward, and he evades. She quickens her pace, and he delays his. The discordance of their rhythm is deliberate. It turns her frustrated and impelled to grasp for the cuff of his sleeve to synchronise their movements.

It’s a mistake. He withdraws.

She has to clamp her hand over mouth, muffling a scream of his name.

Distantly, as her head rests on the seat, she realises he’s remarking on the musical.

“…how vital Shartan’s role was in the rebellion. It is refreshing to see it recognised,” breaks through the drumming of the music—through her wild, erratic pulse—Solas’ tone somehow casually academic. He looks at her, wearing a spurious innocence, expectant. “Don’t you think so?”

Breathless, she laughs.

“I think…” What does she think? The only roles she cares about now are the ones she and Solas play. She is feverish, restless. The set of the theatre is reduced to a two-dimensional backdrop, fallen away and out of focus. The script’s pages are lost. She resolves to rewrite. “I think you’re enjoying this too much.”

Solas follows. “I always enjoy giving you what you want, vhenan,” he says, placing a soft kiss behind her ear. “In due time.”

He returns a long, slender finger to hover and drag along her sex. She writhes. The high ceiling is less dizzying to stare at than the stage lights and her mind.

For a fraction of a second, Eludysia weighs a plea on her tongue. Solas might relent. It’d be easy and she’d be satiated. But it occurs to her that if he keeps her on a precipice, there is a chance he will not. And she is rarely one who begs for leniency. If it’s a struggle he hopes for, it’s a struggle he will get. “How long?” she asks, for she has knowledge on Solas too.

He chuckles, shakes his head at her. Rubs patterns on her thigh to soothe. “Be patient.”

“No, no, I meant—” She wets her lips and considers him, and her laugh is of daring impulse. “—how long, do you suppose, until I can touch you the way you’re touching me now?” She ventures and leans toward him, cloying, promising. “How long until your cock will be stroked by my hands, my—”

His thumb presses her clit. Her legs squeeze and her hand flies to her mouth.

“Lest you forget,” Solas warns, the storm-grey of his eyes darkening. He parts her legs; fully revealing the left and more. The way her skirt drapes over her now is almost precarious. “I still have an advantage.”

A whimper escapes her, unhidden. She grips at the edge of her seat to rein herself. “You said you enjoy giving me what I want.”

“Unless what you want is to incite me any more than you have. That will not end well.”

She doesn’t give up. “Why? Will you bend me over and fuck me—”

“Eludysia!”

The thrust of his fingers is as sudden as his hiss. Thought is abandoned and she jolts and buries her face into his shoulder. He moves faster and deeper this time, a furor, that spurs her on and on and on until she is trembling around and beside him, smothering her keens and sobs as pressure builds, pushes her to the edge. She maintains her grip on the seat, knuckles whitening. Her hips press against him, her legs squeeze to snatch him there. Her insides are molten and the sought for high nears—

And Solas retreats again.

Strings of Elven curses tumble from her lips onto his sleeve.

Regretful, Solas calms her. His breathing is irregular, as is hers. The hand working her goes back to gently caressing her thigh, the other cradles the back of her head. He kisses the top of her hair, mumbling an apology, and ascertains if she’s all right. She collects what she has of her strength to nod and articulate an apology as well, in spite of her wound up state, and encircles his arm with hers to reassure.

There’s a sliver of Eludysia still conscious of their surroundings, the possible consequences of their actions; muted in the obscene but present. Applause is heard, a break before the next song. What would happen, if someone were to sight how she and Solas hold each other? She is ragged, covered in a sheen of sweat and her skirt askew. He is stiff and strained, fingers glistening from her slick. The balcony’s marble enclosure hides their misdemeanor, but not their unbelonging embrace.

She draws back, glances at the silhouette of the audience, then at him. “Aren’t you afraid of getting caught?” It’s a genuine question, apart from tricks and tactics. Absurdity underlines their situation like crimson ink. A portrayal of a battleground is just downstairs, and here they are, irreverent, above, with one of their own. All it would take is a slip of her voice, or for someone to look up, or for intermission to arrive. And yet, they go on.

“I calculate my risks,” Solas says, pausing his ministrations to pull at her skirt’s fabric so she is less exposed. He regards her appearance, her visage. “Not unlike you.”

Eludysia can’t help but smirk. “Referring to the dress, or?”

“You had your suspicions on how I’d respond if you chose it, didn’t you?” he sighs and stills, the statement coarsened. “Like you how you had suspicions on how I’d attempt to silence you if you stirred my fantasies.”

“Well,” she says, eyes bright as the purest emeralds, “I enjoy giving you what you like, too.”

“The games we play should frighten us,” he observes, his mouth forming a grim line.

“They would—if we weren’t aware of what we were getting ourselves into.”

“We aren’t always.”

“We’ll work on that,” she promises, and tugs on his arm. Her body is still as sensitive as a livewire, but her words are tender. Earnest.

Solas hums, and he allows himself a smile and the approval. The hand in Eludysia’s hair moves to tip her chin up, closer. “Perhaps you’ll stay quiet, then?”

It’s her turn, now, to shake her head at him. “One day, ma’lath,” she says, with a lilting affection, “you will tire of your need for restraint.”

“Ma vhenan,” he chokes, the endearment a bittersweet sound. Behind his lust, his delectation, his solicitude, is an unnameable despair. He sets it before her and indulges, “that day came when I fell in love with you.”

And so he kisses her roughly. A lash of hunger upon her, his mouth and nipping teeth inflict silken heat, his fingers finding her sex to delve in once more, so she gasps and his tongue can steal its way to entangle with hers. He conducts a new, headier rhythm, strikes in and out in concert with her need, how her hips rise and buck and pursue. He takes her moans, he takes her breath. Her nerves sing, burn, pulse. She becomes lightheaded and begins to seize as he finally, finally delivers unto her a delirium. She pushes away for air, but he keeps a vice-like grasp by the nape of her neck so their lips and her cresting cry remain sealed and secret.

There is a beautiful irony in the paradoxical act; what is meant to restrain is itself a surrender. What should conflict is inseparable. Where does one end and the other emerge?

As Solas releases Eludysia and rights her, she lets her head lay on his shoulder. He doesn’t protest. Oxygen floods her lungs, and in the equilibrium of weightlessness and the sense of gravity, a line from the Chant of Light rings crystalline: —a vision of all worlds, waking and slumbering / spirit and mortal to me appeared.

They don’t wait for intermission. He takes her home. Her dress is ripped, discarded on his bedroom floor with the rest of their clothes. She makes good on her word, strokes him with her hands, her mouth. He then has his way with her; marks her skin like she could eternally be his own. Like they’ll be all right. And together, they relish in their sounds and avowals of love saturating the room through and through.

He doesn’t know Eludysia wakes in the middle of the night to wonder at the profoundness of him and his confession, as she’d done months ago when he came to her door.

#da fic #da:i fanfic #dragon age fic #dragon age inquisition #dragon age inquisition fic #the solavellan archive #solavellan fanfic #solavellan fic #mine.#dragon age.#100 words a day : november 2019.#solas.#inquisitor : eludysia lavellan.#ship : solas & lavellan. in another world.#god this was a lot #i do want to turn it into a full fledged fic one day tho #it'll be fun #probably #my fics.

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blueshelp · 5 years

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how to: colouring east & southeast asian celebs

tbh idk what to title this but here we go!! i keep seeing gifs (especially gif icons) that whitewash east & southeast asian fcs so i’m gonna. tell u. what’s good and what’s bad since some of you don’t seem to know. or just choose to do what you’re doing which is... shitty. anyway. some asian people may have lighter skin tones but surprise!!! asian people are not white so u can still whitewash. also half the time celebrities you see are not nearly as pale as you think they are (especially when it comes to k-idols).

ok (my colouring from scratch):

not ok (some psd i found for a kdrama):

i’m obviously no expert at colouring like i really have minimal colouring skills but that’s just proof that not whitewashing isn’t even hard since i can do it. anyway. here we go!!

warning: very text heavy. i wanted to explain how to do stuff and why to do it instead of just “do this but don’t do this” so hopefully it can be educational maybe.

number one: excuses.

let’s start at some common excuses for why people think it’s ok to whitewash/pinkwash (i saw this term used sorry if i shouldn’t use it??? it just means to remove the yellows from a persons skin and leave only the pinks).

“it’s just aesthetic i don’t mean to change their skin” — literally i do not care, it’s still whitewashing and why does your aesthetic need to wash out people’s tones???

“asian people have lighter tones/white skin anyway so it doesn’t matter” — this is actually a lie, first of all. some asian people might have “lighter tones” to the point of being very pale but it’s still not okay to make them even lighter and wash out what colour they do have.

“the original gif/video is pale already” — does that mean you should make it lighter??? nope!!! and you shouldn’t be editing people’s gifs anyway.

number two: different types of scenes and colouring around them.

listen i know... i know jdramas are a pain in the ass to colour. they are so so bad. but here’s some examples of how to colour and how not to, and ways to achieve it.

this is from the drama pretty pr*ofreader.

ok (even tho its still not the best colouring):

not ok (and kinda makes her look like a clown):

okay to achieve the top result:

i always start with some base curves, by autoing the curves and adjusting to make brighter but not the skin too much.

then i add another curves and use the black selector to pick what areas should be black (her eyes, for example)

then i add some simple levels to brighten.

then i added a hue/saturation layer to tone down some of the yellows/greens because it was way too green.

then a colour balance to add some more reds into the colouring.

then a brightness again, only a little.

then another colour balance for more reds, a little yellow (shifted it from green to pinky).

then two colour select layers to add more blacks?? (idk why i did this tbh lol)

then another final layer to add some more yellows back in.

here’s a gif of the progress:

now here’s a more neutral scene from a drama, i just wanted to get the hard stuff out the way. this is from the drama when a snail falls in l*ve.

ok:

not ok:

okay to achieve the top result:

same methods of making curve bases as the one before

levels to lighten background but bring down the grey, to make her a little darker since i lightened her in the curve layers

colour balance to add back some pinks and yellows

selective colour to darken whites since they were pretty bright (dont have to do this tho)

selective colour to darken blacks (hair, uniform, eyes)

hue/saturation to desaturate cyans (not necessary i just dont like the colour lmao)

colouring progress gif:

kdramas actually have the best scenes to colour since a lot of them are very hq and neutral, so honestly i’m not sure how they end up being whitewashed. i have a psd for doctors on my blog, a kdrama, which is a pretty good base psd for kdramas to work with.

honestly any drama with good neutral lighting can have a nice colouring with just two curves layers and some additional tweaks here and there. for example below only has 4 layers:

other tips and tricks:

use selective colour after brightening a gif to try bring back some colours! etc, heightening the black on reds/magentas/yellows and adding more colours from that selection

colour balance to add more pinks and yellows if you need to from a blue scene

curves are your friend! use them for bases

use a clipping mask to rub away your psd to check against the original gif to see if you’re whitewashing

if a scene is too hard to colour? just don’t do it lmao. it saves u so much trouble and time

um also don’t make them super yellow? i don’t need to explain why that’s racist but i’ve seen it a few times and it needs to stop

number three: what you’re doing wrong (probably).

brightening too much (with either brightness or levels or curves)

de-saturating reds/yellows (they arent ugly colours, and they’re necessary for skin colour)

adding over colours that are really pale

trying to achieve a pastel look (it’s just desaturated. there are plenty of poc friendly pastel psds out there that are pretty)

using someone else’s psd is fine, just make sure it works for the person and scene you’re giffing. if not, make some adjustments. just because the psd whitewashes for that scene doesn’t mean you cant tweak and change it.

number four: editing other people’s gifs

just don’t do it!!

number five: resources and other help

@dear-indies psd tag (includes lots of poc friendly psds)

the poc psd tag

this tutorial

bunch of psds here

#coloring tutorial #idk how 2 tag this lol its been in my drafts ages so here #rph #tutorial #krph #im tagging it krph bc yall r the biggest culprits of whitewashing asian fcs!#not user krph tho lov u :)#a: mine #a: my tutorial

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kyidyl · 5 years

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Can we talk about art for a second?

I’m pretty sure none of you are following me for art content because that’s just not what I do normally, but I’ve been working on some stuff and I just wanted to share. Here’s my current WIP:

I’m using sketchbook on my iPad Pro, and...can we just talk about process for a second? I’m gonna put this behind a cut just in case it gets long and because this isn’t my normal content.

So I’ve been drawing almost my entire life, but I didn’t really start teaching myself anything good until around 9th grade (which is like...14 years old.). I started by copying Disney characters and then I was introduced to comic books and I copied those. I was in college when digital art start making its way into the art world. People would color their pencil drawings (this was shortly before tablets, so...with a mouse.). I grew into an artist around the time people like Aimee Major and Stephanie Lostimolo were really starting to stand out. And I don’t know about other fandoms, but I was in the gargoyles fandom and from what I can tell...a LOT of modern digital art has its genesis in that fandom. Anyway, what I’m trying to say here is that I started using photoshop with version 3.0 and I’ve had a Wacom tablet almost since the day they came out (gen one graphire tablet represent!).

I’ve never, in all that time, gotten the hang of digital painting. I have a hard time with tablets because you can’t tilt them like you can tilt a paper and it takes a weird sort of hand-eye-screen coordination that I just never mastered. But digital art is so beautiful that I’ve always WANTED to be able to do it. I can make graphics and edit photos but I have a hard time with painting. I have seen the million myriad ways of doing it, and most of them start with the same idea: lay down flats and then lighten or darken as necessary. And this never worked for me because a, the airbrush tool isn’t painterly enough for me and b, it takes for goddamned EVER. For. Ever. And I’m a fast artist! I can spit out a whole line drawing in like a half hour-45 mins with traditional media. But I have adhd, and so finishing long term large scale detailed projects is often not in the cards for me. So dumping like 48 hours of work time into a painting isn’t going to work for me.

But recently I’ve gotten back into art again and I’ve been watching the sky artist of the year and I decided I was curious about oil painting and, well, one hyperfixation later, here we are. I don’t have the money or space for actual oil painting, so I went to sketchbook to see if there was an alternative, and there is! So because I wanted to learn how to oil paint I finally figured out how to digitally paint and I’m gonna share that with you in case you, like me, struggle with the time input and focus required to do digital art.

First, I started practicing poses by drawing an outline over any image that caught my fancy. I have a good understanding of human anatomy because of my science background, but my poses aren’t creative and I especially struggle with perspective and multiple figures in an image. So I started to do line drawings over an image. Here’s the stock image I used for the WIP:

Look at all that fabric! Look at the movement! I love it. So I traced it:

Yes, TRACED, because tracing is a tool like anything else.

Then I choose colors. I pick 5: a midtone (the color you want the thing to be perceived as. In my case, you can see it in the WIP at the top.), a slight dark, a slight light, a blackened tone for deep shadow, and a very light tone for highlights. I always default to white light when choosing these colors, and I’ll get to my reasoning further down. The palette for the robe looks like this:

(Ignore the tan and blue, they’re for another project)

Then you start to lay down flats. Now, I do this with the synthetic oil brush in sketchbook because I like the texture (this image though I’d laid down the flats with the airbrush months ago and didn’t want to redo it, hence the lack of texture and the 100% opacity.), and as with oils, my approach to digital now is to layer rather than cover. Staying in the lines isn’t important. In fact, you should go outside of the lines because it will help you get shadows and highlights along the edges later. What IS important is putting everything on different layers. When in doubt, new layer. I work from back to front, which means that the base layer is the background. In front of that is the skin, in front of that is the robe, in front of that is the teal inside of the robe, in front of that is accessories. Hair varies depending on what’s going on with the image. Here I’ll probably put it between the skin and robe. Ask yourself: what is this covered by? And the use that to decide layer placement. Special effects are a whole other thing, as are highlights. I’ll get to that in a second tho.

The next step is to create an oversketch. This serves much the same function as an undersketch in oil painting, only in reverse because your reference photo is under - and covered - by your work. I started doing it because as I was painting I was flicking the layer on and off, making it transparent, whatever just to see where the shadows are on the reference image. It was a real pain in the rear. So I started making the blobs and borders of the highlights and shadows with an oversketch. You don’t need a method for telling which boundaries are for shadows and which are highlights because for that you can just turn the layer on and off. Just mark where the General shapes are. Here’s the oversketch for this drawing:

See? Blobs of General Area. When you’re painting, use them to lay down color and then turn them off when you’re blending because they’re not part of the final image and you don’t want to end up with gaps that were covered by the over sketch. To do this, I use the 9b pencil tool and black, but tbh just se whatever you like. That’s just my preference.

Now, for the shading. I started by trying a bunch of different natural media brushes but I eventually ended up sticking on a kind of weird choice: the fan brush. I keep the flow around 20%, which gives me these nice textured marks to lay down color, but then if I don’t lift the pencil up it stops laying down color and instead starts to blend. This means a, I can make it as smooth or painterly as I like with one tool and b, I can paint and blend with the same tool. No more muddying up my drawings by over-blending with the smudge. No losing the texture while blending because it blends with the texture. And the shape of the fan brush allows me to be smudgy with I like, but also will do hard edges. Plus the blending thins out the colors so I can get neat effects by laying down colors on top of each other because it stays a little transparent. You end up needing to lay down a lot of “paint” to get opacity but that’s ok because it allows you to make more complex colors. That’s good, because things like skin aren’t a color. They’re chemical: they’re melanin in cells over blood vessels and muscle and skin is transparent. Even very dark skinned people have undertones. So when you build up paint this way you can capture undertones without ruining your painting. Which, I’m pretty sure, is how it works in oils. But it translates well to digital.

So at this point, painting your image is basically a calming adult coloring book. You lay down color, blend, check your reference, repeat. But a few things to keep in mind:

- Take note of the darkest and lightest areas of the image. Nothing should be lighter or darker than these areas. Nothing in the drawing above will be darker than her back because that’s the darkest area of the painting.

- See the trees and the forest. Sometimes a detail doesn’t make any sense until you’ve seen it in context. Trust your guide and your photo reference. But also make sure that you don’t get so stuck in the details that you can’t relate one area to another. A fold that goes through two areas should be consistent across those two areas, even if you painted them separately. An area might seem dark in comparison to what’s next to it, but it isn’t as dark as the darkest area of the image so don’t go whole hog. Keep it in context.

- Folds in clothing aren’t nonsensical. They are a result of the movement and weight of the fabric. Ergo, the shadows and highlights that create them should also make sense.

- If you’re having a hard time figuring out where the highlights and shadows are, make a copy of the reference image layer and desaturate in, then turn off the colored reference layer.

Lastly, I’m finding it helpful to keep the highlights from colored light on its own layer. I didn’t used to do this, I used to use the colored light as one of my highlight colors. But the truth is that most objects are shaded by more than one light source, and so I’ve decided to do all the shading as white light and then the green (which will eventually be from some kind of green magic.) is on a different layer. My reasoning for this is that it helps keep the integrity of the shading and it prevents the colors from bending too much and getting muddy. So if I add a green highlight and I don’t like it then it’s easy to remove. I don’t have a highlight and shading that’s now ruined by green because I’ve been using light flow brushes. So colored light on its own layer. How much of a highlight you give it entirely depends on how strong your light sources is and whatnot. So far I’m satisfied with just hitting the high points, but I may change that later on.

When you’re done painting the area, go ahead and erase all of the excess paint around the edges of it and clean it up. I like to leave the black outline as part of the image, but if you don’t want to do that you should turn it on and off as necessary while painting so you can make sure to fill in gaps and get clean lines between the areas of color.

So if you made it all the way down here, thanks for reading my ramble. :)

#art #images #painting #digital art #digital painting #method #how to #reference image #sketchbook #ipad painting #ipad #hobbies #drawing #art help

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killmonger-queen · 6 years

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Goofy Ass

Erik Killmonger x Reader

AN: This one's for my shy, awkward and weird bitches. In the fics I read all the girls is always this super sexy, confident goddess. And even tho I agree with the concept a bitch can't really relate LMFAO! Like I'm so awkward and shy I don't have the confidence to be doing all that sexy freaky shit, I get embarrassed just writing smut sometimes. So I decided to pair Erik with a bitch like me, the mc is basically me y'all. Soo hopefully y'all enjoy this, cause I liked writing it a lot.

Warnings: Cursing and shit!!! Most likely typos

You untwisted your last bantu knot and ran your fingers through the curl to unravel it the way you wanted to. Once satisfied, you dropped your heavy arms to your sides and let out a sigh of relief. Taking those out always took so fucking long. But you had to admit, your hair looked great, I guess all those long hours you stayed in your mom's hair salon watching her work her magic on all the ladies in the neighborhood heads paid off well. You left the bathroom and shuffled reluctantly into your bedroom. Makeup: check. Hair: check. The last thing to do was get dressed. You groaned as you stared at the box laying on the bed. You rolled your eyes and flung the lid off and on to the fur rug that lay across the floor. You stared down at the black lace lingerie you ordered about a week ago.

You had been planning this for a while. Erik's birthday. You knew you wanted to do something special for him, and this was the thing you knew he'd want the most. You. With your face beat, hair did, and in something extremely sexy. This might not seem like a grand gesture to most girls but the thing was you were the biggest tomboy ever. Oversized hoodies and ripped jeans were more your suit and you usually just would wash your hair and rock it natural or wrap it up in a scarf. The sexiest thing you've ever worn were his boxers and t-shirt in bed. You didn't mind makeup at all but you only wore it every now and then, especially because that shit was expensive. And Erik loved that about you, you didn't try to hard to look like these Instagram models. But he did complain that he'd like to see a little more of your sexy side. And you hated to admit it but he was kinda right. You were lacking in the sexy department. It wasn't like you didn't wanna be more sexy with him, it was just the fact that you were so fucking awkward. You grew up with a twin brother who taught you how to fight and skateboard. He taught you how to play Jimmy Hendrix's song on his guitar and showed you how to properly roll a blunt. You loved your mom but would rather die than ask her advice on shit like this. So you just never learned. But you loved Erik and knew that he deserved a little more effort from you. And it was his birthday after all. So you set your pride aside for a moment and slipped out of your sweatpants. You removed your t-shirt and hesitantly reached for the lingerie. You heald it up in front of you, it was soft and silky and felt nice in your hands but you worried you wouldn't pull it off properly. You tried not to think about it as you slipped it on. You did you best to avoid the mirror, not even wanting to see your reflection, you thought that if you saw yourself you'd chicken out. There was one last thing you needed. Heels, you weren't gonna put those on until the last minute cause you knew you couldn't walk very well in them, they were just for show. You slipped them on, they were only 3in heels but it took you a minute to get used to them. You looked at the time. SHIT! Erik would be home any minute now. You marched into the kitchen, wobbling as you go, and took the cake out the fridge. It was strawberry shortcake, you and Erik's favorite. You got out candles and lit them before dimming the lights, just in time to hear Erik's car pull up the driveway. Your heart rate spiked as you instinctively started biting your lip, stopping abruptly when you remembered you were wearing lipstick, you cursed under your breath and prayed none got on your teeth. You licked them just to be safe. You heard the front door close and seconds later he was calling your name. "Babe, you home? Why all the lights out, I know I just paid Con Edison." He almost walked past the kitchen before he noticed the small light coming from the candles on the cake, and backpedaled. You started singing happy birthday slow and smoothly as he walked up to you, an ear-splitting grin on his face. "Make a wish baby," you said once you were done singing. He leaned down and closed his eyes, it was quiet for a few seconds before he finally blew out the candles, leaving you in darkness, he flicked the kitchen lights on, knowing exactly where the switch was and you squinted your eyes as they adjusted to the brightness. You set the cake down and gave him a kiss. You felt his arms sling around your waist as he pulled you closer. You breathed in his scent and savored the taste of his lips before you parted from them, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you in surprise. "What's wrong?" He takes your hand and spins you around. "Look at you ma!" You completely forgot you were all done up. Blood rushed to your cheeks and heated them as he twirled you around, his eyes never leaving your body. "Happy birthday!" You said, bringing your lips back to his in a passionate kiss. "Want some cake?" before he even answered you went into your silverware drawer and grabbed a knife, cutting into the cake. "You want the middle piece or the end?" You looked up at him, but his eyes were already on you. "Fuck the cake, I want a piece of you shawty." He walked up to you slowly, his soft brown eyes darkened with lust. You dropped the knife, letting it clatter on the table. He wasted no time bringing his lips to your neck, sucking and biting along your throat up to your jawline. As amazing as his lips felt against your skin you had other plans for the night. You regretfully pulled away. "Not yet, I've got another surprise for you, follow me." He quirked a curious eyebrow at you as an amused grin spread across his full lips. He followed you out of the kitchen without a word as you led him into your bedroom. You couldn't stop the giddiness filling you up as you entered your room. He watched you, his smile mirroring yours. "Sit." You said as you pointed to the edge of the bed. He shot you another curious look but obeyed your request. "Bossy, I like it." He said with a mischievous smirk. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your phone, connecting it to the Bluetooth speakers. Soon 'Pony' by Ginuwine spilled from the speakers. Erik released a hearty laugh once he realized what was happening. You started dancing sensually or at least doing your best to look as seductive and sexy as possible. You caressed your thighs as you swayed your hips to the beat. Erik gave a nod of approval, boosting your confidence. You had no idea what you were doing, you were just going with the flow of the song and trying to do what felt right, though none of this felt natural to you. In the middle of your sexy dance, you decided to spin around, showing yourself off once more for him, but you spun a little to fast and ended up losing balance in your heels, you fell on the rug, thankful for it softening your fall. "Oh babe!" Erik said through laughter. "I don't mean to laugh but shit!" He said chuckling. "You alright?" You couldn't help but laugh with him. You nodded Even though you just busted your ass you were having a lot of fun. He beamed at you. "You know you're too much, bring your goofy ass over here." You kicked off the stupid heels and got to your knees. slowly crawling slowly over to Erik. Once you were in between his legs you looked up at him through your lashes. Grabbing his thighs, you used them to push you up and on to his lap. He grabbed your waist and you leaned down, bringing your lips to his. He pulled you closer and deepened the kiss, moving his tongue against yours. You moaned against his lip as you grabbed a fist full of his dreads. "How'd you like your little surprise?" You whispered to him one you finally separated. He smiled against your lips. "I never thought I'd see you like this" He ran his hands across your lingerie. "You know I love you just the way you are, but shit, a nigga could get used to this." You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his arms. "Well don't!" You laughed. "This is for special occasions. I'm not busting my ass again." He laughed again. "Yeah, you hit the floor pretty hard." You rolled your eyes but grinned. "I love your goofy ass, you know that? Thank you for real, you stepped out of your comfort zone for me, that means a lot." He said, his tone a little more serious. You nodded. "I love your crazy ass too. Happy birthday Erik." He smiled and kissed you again, and again, and again.

#erik killmonger smut #erik killmonger #black panther #black panther fanfic #black panther fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader #micheal b jordan

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sky-girls · 6 years

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3 times Luna Valente wanted to kiss Matteo Balsano + 1 she did

Based in gorgeous by taylor swift, obviously XD

You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

It’s an instant feeling, the moment she lays eyes on him she can see it, it’s something about the way he carries himself, like he is the only person who truly matters in this world and how everyone around him silently agrees. People move away when he walks in the middle of the hallways, they hurry to let him take up as much as space as he desires, they skate away from him whenever it’s necessary, he doesn’t need to pay attention to his surroundings, they pay attention to him, whatever place he walks in, he owns, he doesn’t need to be known for everyone to know that they need to move away, that he can do whatever he wants.

People are drawn to him the same way they are repelled by him, he is like the sun, everyone loves it, everyone craves it’s warmth, but no one can get to close.

Except that this thing he has, this power he has over others doesn’t com from any sense of warmth or comfort. He is cold, cold as ice, face expressionless, carefully schooled in a smirk that lets everyone know how much better than everyone he is, how below him they all are. His eyes are dark and unreadable except for this small almost dangerous glint in them,this mischievous thing that tells you that he knows he can do whatever he wants and he will.

Luna hates him, she hates Matteo Balsano in ways she never thought it would be possible for her, she hates the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he smiles (not that she has ever seen him smile, not to his girlfriend, not really to his best friend either), she hates the way his smirk gets bigger when he sees her and how his eyes are always following he, she hates how one look locks her in his place, making her brain and her stomach feel things her brain can’t and doesn’t want to understand, she hates how whenever they talk he leans in so close to her that she can smell his perfume, she hates that fucking perfume.She can’t stand the way his skin burns her whenever he finds an excuse to touch and that no matter how hard she tries to run away from him he is always there. She hates the winks, the way his voice lowers making her shiver, she hates how his tongue moves across his lips on instinct just for a second and how he always notices that her eyes go to them.

She hates him. She hates him. She hates him.

She hates how right he is just centimeters away from her, leaning in closer, his eyes shining in ways it shouldn’t be allowed if the universe wants her to keep her sanity, she hates how the only thing she wants to do right is pull him closer, put her hand on his nape and pull him into a kiss, right there in the middle of the rink, surrounded by dozens of people, damned the fact that he has a girlfriend, damned that everyone would know in five seconds and she would become the main gossip of the school for who knows how long.

She sees it on her mind for a second, their lips joining on a deep, angry, hungry kiss, he probably kisses like this, all demanding and rough, no softness at all, she doesn’t care, a part of her is dying to be kissed by those lips, she leans in closer for a second and he doesn’t stop her, of course he doesn’t stop her, she stops herself.

He has a girlfriend and she doesn’t want to be another one one on the Matteo Balsano list everyone keeps talking about, much less the first one that would be completely real, not just a rumor.

She rolls her eyes, mutters an answer she doesn’t really understand, having almost completely forgotten what they were even talking about. As she skates back to the locker room she feels her legs shaking, she feels herself shaken.

As soon as she can she sits. She hates Matteo Balsano and his cool facade. She hates herself for falling fo it.

You should take it as a compliment

That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

The best thing she can do, or try to do is avoid him, ignore him as much as it’s possible to ignore the king of the ring, every time she sees him she walks on the other direction, subtlety be damned, every times she feels a ting of guilt whenever he seems disappointed but then Ámbar appears and she feels this weird static in her brain and there’s no place for guilt anymore. It’s better this way, much better this way, no matter that he seems to be looking for her, that he seems to want to talk to her. This is better, for her mostly and she doubts he will care for much longer.

She does the best job possible avoiding him, for weeks she manages to not be around him, to not be in the roller when he is not there with his girlfriend, to not go through the hallways he uses in school so when Jim and Yam invite her to a party she feels confident that he has forgotten about her, whatever little game he had must be done now, he must have gotten tired and bored of her. She can go and have fun even if he will be around, he probably won’t make any effort to go to her. He probably doesn’t care about her at all.

Never did.

And that’s why she feels free at the party, she is drinking and dancing and laughing, she doesn’t worry he might find her, she saw him, out of the corner of her eyes, following Ámbar somewhere and weird burning sensation took over her body but she quickly replaces it with the burning sensation of vodka on her throat and she was fine again. Until she crashed against him on her quest to get more alcohol, she is not drunk or anything already but alcohol has clouded her mind enough that she needs a second to understand who is there, that Matteo is there. She pulls away like he was on fire. He doesn’t let her go tho, he grabs her wrist, softly yet she still feels like his touch burns her, she looks at it confused.

“We need to talk.” He says and she has no idea what could be so serious between them to make him look like this.

“I don’t think so.” She shrugs and pulls her wirst away from his grab he doesn’t fight it yet she stays exactly where she is.

“And then why have you been avoiding me lately?” He demands, there’s a subdued anger in his tone, mostly hidden by confusion but she can hear it, she thinks she hears hurt too but that’s probably just wishful thinking or projecting.

“I haven’t been-” She starts but he raises an eyebrow in his ‘cut the bullshit’ expression. “I’m surprised you noticed.”

“You haven’t been subtle at all.” He tells her bitter and she just keeps her face as expressionless as possible, it’s not much because Matteo’s face softens completely. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened.” She says. “It’s not like we saw each other much before.”

“Yeah.” He says looking down for a second before his eyes go back to hers. “I thought we were friends, though, friends spend time with each other.”

The word unsettles her in ways it never had done before, it makes a dull pressure settle on her chest and her eyes prickle for a second before she looks away from him and takes a deep friend. She is not his friend, she could never be his friend, but it’s easier, knowing that this is what she is to him. Just a friend, nothing more.

“I have just been busy with stuff.” She mutters and he nods, he doesn’t believe her, of course he doesn’t.

“Will you keep being busy? “He asks and she takes a deep breath.

Friends the words resonates inside her head, leaving harmful echoes behind, she shakes her head.

“I don’t know.” She says and his eyes harden, she never noticed before but he never looked at her like he looked at everyone else, closed off and cold, she hates this.

“Well you know where to find me if you ever do.” He mutters, through clenched teeth before leaving who knows where, probably to find the beautiful, gorgeous tall blonde that is his girlfriend, she goes for another glass of beer. One thought on her mind

Why would he care about her when he has Ámbar?

And now he is a few feet away, dancing with her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony like always, she can’t look at it, she can’t look at them, something dark and unpleasant latches at her chest, making it hard to breath and way too aware of the weird uneven beating of her own heart, which accompanied by the loud thud of the bass on the speakers and the alcohol on her blood makes her a special kind of dizzy that has cold sweat dripping down her temples. she feels it everywhere, dropping heavily into her stomach, going down her spine, slowly and sticky, leaving her uneasy everywhere it touches, she feels it on her hands, on how they fist around her glass of beer, she feels it on her throat, weird, tight and itchy and no matter how much she drinks she can’t make it go away. She feels it in all her body, trapping her, suffocating her, she can’t deal with this anymore but she can’t look away because his eyes find hers and there’s nothing she can do now, she is powerless against his and no matter if the way he sways his body against Ámbar’s makes her feel nauseous for some reason she just can’t look away,like a moth flying to the light she is powerless, his dark eyes too deep, too intense to let her go, she wishes she could be there with him, that she could be close enough that she could see how the light dances on his eyes. Ámbar’s hand goes to his shoulder her face moving to a kiss and her breathing stops, air suddenly not filling her lungs, he tenses completely, she can see it from her, this is not the first time, it only happens when he is around her, his whole face shifts too, his focus stare turns cold, his eyes turn empty, he kisses her back, his eyes never leave Luna’s.

She feels how he eyes start to tingle with tears and her lips with desire, the kiss is a show on itself, attention catching, deep and wild and hot and she feels something turning on her stomach and something wet running down her cheek for a second,he is still looking at her. She pictures herself there, she imagines his hands are on her waist, that he is pulling her closer, that she is the one who is feeling his hair on her finger.

She takes the last sip of her beer and turns around to look for Jim and Yam she doesn’t want to be in this party anymore, she doesn’t want to be anywhere Matteo Balsano will ever be.

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Matteo is looking down to his hands, eyes lost, he doesn’t seem sad, he doesn’t seem heartbroken, he doesn’t really seem like a guy that has gotten out of a years long relationship but he seems lost somehow, like he doesn’t really know what he is supposed to do now. She doesn’t blame him, all the school is focused on what’s gonna happen with the so called power couple of the school, everyone is examining every one of their moves, just waiting for the moment they get back together, Ámbar is running on this assumption too, she heard her talking on the phone the other day, she is expecting this huge, public apology soon enough and every time she thinks about this something she feels uncomfortable in many different ways, she doesn’t want this to happen but this is the way things have been always, apparently.

She doesn’t walk to him immediately, he hasn’t noticed her, he hasn’t noticed her at all for the last few days and she is as hurt as she is happy about it. When he is not paying attention she can look at him, she never did much before, she always hurried to look away from him, not being able to stand the thought of him catching her staring, but right now she is the last of his priorities so she can let herself do it.

She looks how his curls move softly with the wind, how his teeth sink in softly on his soft lower lip, how he plays with his fingers, a nervous gesture she had never seen before on him and feels out of place in him, he is supposed to be calm and collected not like this. She can’t help it anymore and walks towards him.

Once she reaches him she clears her throat nervously and he looks up, he smiles, a real smile that reaches his eyes and his shoulders seem to relax instantly.

“Are you okay?” She asks softly, trying to keep her smile at bay at seeing him react like this at her.

“I didn’t thought you cared, delivery girl.” He says bitterly and she frowns at him, staring at him until he answers. “I could be better.”

“Is the break up hitting you hard?” The words almost physically burn her but she is trying to be a good friend here, she hasn’t been one lately, so if she has to reassure him that everything between him and Ámbar will be fine to do that she will make herself do it, no matter how wrong she feels.

“More like all the attention after it.” He sighs heavily and leans back on the bench.

“I thought you loved attention.” She says teasingly hoping this would make him smile but he just shrugs.

“When it’s focused on me yes, not when people are talking behind my back about what they think I should do regarding my personal life.”

“Well that’s what you get for being school royalty I guess.” She says softly. “Once you are back with Ámbar it will chill I’m sure.”

“What if that never happens?” He asks and there’s a resolution in his eyes she doesn’t really dare ask about.

“Well, then they will chill about it eventually.” She says softly. “What matters here is that whatever happens you are okay, who cares about what other people are saying?”

He looks at her silently, fixing her with a hard stare and she wishes she could make herself smaller somehow, it doesn’t last long but it leaves her shaking softly as warmth fills her body.

When he looks away she looks down at her hands, trying to make herself breath normally.

“All I ever done is for other people.” He admits quietly and it shocks her enough that she has to look at him.

“What do you mean?” Luna asks softly, almost afraid to do it.

“All I ever do, all I’ve ever been is so people would think something of me, so people would see how amazing, I am, how much better than them I am, all I ever did was so people would want to be me. Even my relationship with Ámbar was like this.”

“What?” She is confused, seriously confused.

“I wasn’t in love with her, I haven’t been for a long time.” She has no idea why hearing this makes her heart feel like it’s soaring but she ignores it, there are more important things now. “And she was never in love with me, maybe she did love me at some point at the very beginning but she was never in love with me of that I’m almost certain.”

“Then why…?” The question dies on her lips, she is not sure what she is asking really but Matteo seems to get her enough somehow.

“Because the two of us, we could do whatever we wanted when we were together, we could get all attention, get everyone to admire us and what’s better than that?”

“What changed now?” She asks softly and he looks at her confused. “You said you might not get back with Ámbar this time, something must have changed to get you to say this.”

“I guess…” He starts but doesn’t continue right away, his tongue wets his lips and she needs to remind herself she is trying to make him feel better not fantasizing about the things his lips could make her feel, she hates that no matter what they are doing, no matter what situation they are in he can somehow make her feel like this, all hot and messy inside in ways she didn’t know before . “I guess I don’t want to be this person anymore.”

“And who do you want to be?” She asks softly.

“I want to be me, do things because I want to do them, make my own decisions based on whatever the fuck I want not on what other people will think of this.” He mutters looking away. “I want to be the real Matteo but no one really cares who he is.”

“I do.” She whispers, she can’t really bring herself to say it louder but he hears her anyway and turns to look at her, there’s something in his eyes that prompt her to continue. “I don’t know him very well or for very long but I like the real Matteo and I would love to get to know him better.”

“He would love to get to know you better too.” He tells her with a small smile that has her smiling back before she knows it.

She leans in, she doesn’t why or how but she leans in closer to him and this is an awful idea, the wind is still blowing softly, moving his curls around, his lips are slightly parte and he is looking at her with impossibly soft eyes and she can’t believe how much this guy can affect her. He makes things inside her awake and she hates them, she never wanted someone like this before, never with such intensity and here comes this asshole that with just one look can send her blood running and she really has no idea what to do with it or with him.

In times like this she can’t stand him, she can’t stand being with him, she would rather run away from him, away from the stupid things he makes her feel.

She lowkey hates him for being so hot but right now he needs a friend and she can be one so she leans in even closer, despite all her instincts and hugs him.

And if as he holds her close she imagines his lips moving along hungrily hers as his hand grips her hip and she messes up his hair he doesn’t need to know.

eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

There’s something about skating with Matteo Balsano that makes her feel utterly and completely free, it’s not that everyone is moving away so they can have all the space they want, it’s not that she is going so fast that she can barely make out her surroundings, it’s something about his hand on hers, about how his laugh echoes around the room, making her laugh too as something that can only be described as pure happiness fills her body from her toes to the very last hair on her head..

Skating with Matteo feels like nothing ever before, but so many things with Matteo feel this way. And no matter how much time together they have been spending lately he always finds a way to surprise her. Always manages to sneak in a touch, a look, a laugh , that has her feelings all tangled and confused and impossible to figure out beyond the fact that she likes them. She like them very much, she likes him very much, maybe she even loves him but she doesn’t have time to think of this when he is spinning her around in an empty rink and making her feel lighter than air.

He stops making her trip on purpose until she stumbles right on his chest and the way he smirks at her has her heart beating so fast she can hear it.

“Your heart is beating very fast, delivery girl.” He says with a smirk, his eyes have turned dark, hypnotizing and she can’t pull away, she can’t move at all, he is like a snake and she is just his little prey that can’t do anything to run away, she doesn’t really want to run away.

She would gladly stay and face her own demise if that meant she could stare at Matteo’s eyes forever. But Matteo is not a snake and he won’t do anything to her, he just pulls her even closer, waiting for an answer.

“That’s just because we were skating, chico fresa.” She stammers and he doesn’t believe her, of course he doesn’t believe her. She can see it on the spark that appears on his eyes but weirdly enough she doesn’t care.

“Are you sure it’s just that?”He leans in closer and her eyes move to his lips for a second then back to his eyes, she doesn’t miss the smirk nor the way his eyes look down at her lips with such intensity that she feels herself tremble.

“Was this because you are cold?” He asks leaning in even closer. “Because that would be very weird, it’s almost 30 degrees in here.”

“I…” She starts but she doesn’t feel capable of forming any coherent sentence when he is looking at her like this.

“You?” He prompts her smiling like he knows she can’t think properly when he is so close.

She can’t really answer so she does the next best thing, she crashes her lips against his and hopes that this is what he wants too and he wasn’t just teasing her for the sake of it.

He kisses her back and she feels something inside her burst with happiness.

At first the kiss in rough and messy he is pulling her closer by the hips, he is kissing her with all he’s got, his lips are demanding and dominating and she can only do as they want, this is exactly what she thought kissing Matteo was like but after a few seconds, and to her surprise, he slows her down, he turns the kiss into something soft and sweet, something that has butterflies flying on her stomach and makes her feel like she is the only important person on his world.

Kissing him she feels giddy in way she never thought were possible so when he pulls away looking like he wants to say something she pulls him back into the kiss.

They can talk later now she wants to kiss him, she has wanted this for very long and now that she gets to do it she won’t let him stop any soon.

#soy luna #lutteo #mine #sl ff #i had forgotten i hadnt posted this here

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