#night of the passion lanterns: threads

[frstbiitten]

This didn’t make any sense.

The door hasn’t been opened yet it seems, as she holds the keys they have been given her once she checked into the so mysterious island. Frost could expect a few things from this trip, one rule was clear and it would take out all of her fun: no killing allowed. Oh well, there are worst things to worry about in the end. The door opened smoothly once the keys allowed it, the room included the most aphrodisiac color scheme she could think of (pink, red, and “peachy” as some would call it). It smells exactly how it looks: softly fruity.

She didn’t come in with a clear goal in the end, just to relax and hope nothing would ruin her short vacations from the Temple. Two weeks of doing perhaps absolutely nothing and just being hedonist for the sake of it. One detail that took her complete attention was the presence of just one giant bed in the room, which might be one twisted sick joke. Disgusting.

The idea was simple, get out of the room before the other companion walked in, change her clothes and run to the pools or invade the bar by testing how drunk she could get before someone starts being suspicious about her. Frost knocked down the luggage and opened it with some slight violence, the zipper ending on the other side of its trail, stripping off her clothes quickly and picking her swimming suit along with a transparent fabric that would hang from her hips, almost leaving nothing to the imagination, unless she gets before by whoever has been damned to share the room with her.

#night of the passion lanterns: threads #((I apologize in advance))

[chxxseyourfighter]

| starter for @fatalistyc |

🎬 It was karaoke night on the island, and what better way to make sure that the night went off without a hitch than to sing to your heart's content. And so as soon as the event began to get underway, Johnny made his way up to the stage, already with his song selected as the band began to play, his foot stomping to the beat of the music.

Out into the distance, the actor began to see the all too familiar face of one of Earthrealms allies, Hanzo Hasashi. Well, now he had to up the entertainment value. And so with that...Johnny Cage began to sing.

"When I came home last night, you wouldn't make love to me." Swaying his hips in a circle to the music. "You went fast asleep, you wouldn't even talk to me." Cage then points his finger toward Hanzo. "You say I'm so crazy. Coming home intoxicated" Now it was time to get the crowd involved, clapping to the beat. "I say I just wanna love you. Guess that's why I'm so elated, come on! Give it to me baby!"🎬

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads #🎬 hollywood royalty (johnny cage) #fatalistyc

[violentusinpace]

The second he and his sister parted ways, Nick began to make his way to the bar, his ice-white luggage trailing behind him. Dressed in chino shorts and a loose, partially unbuttoned red shirt, it was a huge change of attire than him wearing his armor half of the time. Even more so, his environment. He would have loved to be out more, but he was always tied to his family and royal knightly duties.

Until his mother said he and Iris needed a break of defending Earthrealm and their home kingdom. And here he was. Having a vacation. Which, while he won’t admit it, he needed. 

“Yes, I’ll have a Manhattan.” Sure he’d go for something sweet, but he’s always been the type to drink hard, bittersweet type of liquor. Maybe it was the Irish blood. Through the curtain of white hair in front of his eyes, he saw someone sit beside him, and requested another order of the drink he got. “Hope you like rye whiskey.” 

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads #rp #{{ NICK - THREAD }}

[bloodyxroyal]

A curious brow raised upon entering his room. More accustomed to lesser accommodations, Rain was quietly pleased with luxurious room given to him. Though the single bed in his room brought more questions then answers as he was told he was going to be sharing a room. He just hoped whoever he shared the room with wasn't a nuisance or else his little vacation was going to start bloodshed. And he rather not soil the fine walls with red stains.

Setting his luggage on the bed, Rain proceeds to move his clothes from the carrier to the bed, making sure to set aside his swim shorts and towel for the pool.

This was going to be an interesting few days, he can sense that much.

#night of the passion lanterns: thread #prince rain #//i tried

[lifetobalancedeath]

Though the Nights of the Passion Lanterns were devoted to gods separated from the pantheon Cetrion resided within, she'd always found a particular beauty in the celebration. A remembrance of the bond the two had formed and consummated, enacted by mortals through formation and consummation of their own similar bonds, whether amorous or simply to enjoy the company of another. Many had believed the ways of virtue to be averse to free sexual expression- an assumption she could never quite understand. What could be so sinful about finding mutual pleasure through joining with another consenting adult? It was simply part of enjoying the gift that was life.

Of course, so long as she was here, Cetrion wasn't sure she would engage in such activities. There was only one within millennia with whom she had formed a bond of physical intimacy, and she hadn't seen him in some time- finding him here would be quite welcome, but she wasn't going to imagine it with any certainty. Even so, there were other ways to enjoy herself here. She had changed her attire to a golden two-piece swimsuit, with a long flowing skirt draped around the bottom, and was walking along the shore by herself. Her eyes were shut, allowing herself to take in the sounds and smells of the coastline with less distraction.

Then she felt someone approaching. Her eyes remained shut, but a faint smile crossed her lips. Peace could exist even within the company of another, and she was happy to share this with somebody else...

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads #She here too :>

[fatalistyc]

The luggage remains by his side, resting against the chair he had the luck to find, would walk into his room by now but preferred studying the ambient before anything. For Hanzo, vacations aren't a common thing, and it was his students who insisted on the decision for him to accept the invitation and spend some nights around people he might know and recognize as safe to spend time with.

After an hour, he returned to the said seat and left his things in the inconveniently odd room that has been selected for him to spend the weeks in. Perhaps it was part of the festival, to meet new people -it was clear that the invitation that arrived at his place also mentioned the permit of allowing 'lust' to control your inhibitions as if he had any interest in such-. Hanzo planned everything beforehand about what he would do during these days: meditating. Returned to the seat he found before, checking a pamphlet with a map of the possible places to visit, activities, and mantras of the island.

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads #((hanzo is here with his grumpy self))

[tarkatanjaws]

While she certainly craved more than she had been given in life, it wasn’t often that Mileena wished to get away from it all, no matter the occasion. It provided ample opportunity to partake in every impulse she experienced- while there was little ultimate satisfaction, there was freedom. Freedom to take whatever life she wished, to give herself to whomever she found worthy. So to arrive at this island resort for this festival, learning all too late that no killing was to take place, turned out to be quite an annoyance to the half-breed. A growl had risen in her throat.

However, realization began to set in. While she was free to mate with anyone she wished...the opportunity had not arisen nearly as often as she’d have liked. And what way was there to celebrate this occasion besides coupling? Her lust for blood would stew within constantly, but releasing her lust in more carnal matters would temper just how irresistible those dangerous impulses could be for her, at least for the time being. So, once checked in, she’d go to her room- apparently her roommate had already checked in- and change immediately into her swimsuit. A rather revealing black two-piece, leaving just enough to get others craving to see what lay beneath. She swiftly left to see who all awaited on this island for her to encounter, on a new hunt which would hopefully prove just as satisfactory as the kind that left her stomach full and maw drenched in blood...

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads

[fiery-assassin-arc]

"Iris, come on. We're gonna be late for check in."

Iris rolled her eyes as she trudged behind with two checked luggage, Nick a few paces ahead of her. For the next week and a half, their parents practically persuaded the two warrior siblings to get some vacation time. Aodh would have come, originally he was supposed to, but said no.

"I'm on the way. " Iris called out. A stupid round of rock paper scissors got her here. Rolling up next to her brother, she swiped his beach hat and put it on her head. "You need a tan," she quipped.

"So do you." Nick fired back, before he checked the two in, tossing Iris a key and taking his luggage. "See you at the bar."

"Seems he has a good idea about this vacation." Iris said, turning down the hall and towards the elevator. She was about to hit the close button before hearing someone say "Wait!" to be let in.

#rp #nights of the passion lanterns: threads

[desiderxta]

✦ * ·  ˚ Kali steps into the grand building with a wide grin and thoughts of ensuing chaos on her mind. Countless preparations had led to this moment and now that it had arrived it was difficult to contain her excitement. This would be good for her. She knew it.

Hoisting the leather satchel housing her clothing up on one shoulder, the hybrid stalks through the elegant foyer with all the grace of a feline. With swaying hips and a toothy grin, Kali makes her way to the room reserved for her. It was spacious, luxurious even with its corinth printed walls and matching ornate furniture, and had an excellent view of the activity and colorful bodies partaking below. Setting her clothing and accessories aside, Kali almost skips her way into the bathroom with her new attire—a sexy, gold accented swimsuit—fisted in one hand.

Time for some fun.

#nights of the passion lanterns: threads #she has arrived #<3

[nyxhaven]

A Shared Dance, A Drunken Kiss (18+ smut minors dni!)

Description: in act 3 in baldurs gate, In the dimly lit tavern, Tav and Gale found themselves drawn to each other like moths to a flame. Their evening of laughter and shared drinks took an unexpected turn when a fiery, drunken kiss filled with unspoken tension ignited a passionate desire between them.

warnings ( 18+ minors dni, gale services tav, amab, quickly wrote, queer)

my master list of other writings

photo creds @flymm

The bustling tavern was alive with merriment, its wooden beams adorned with strings of flickering lanterns that cast a warm, golden glow upon the lively crowd. The air was thick with laughter, the clinking of tankards, and the sound of a raucous minstrel's tune filling every corner of the room.

Gale, leaned against the polished oak bar, their fingers tracing idly along the worn surface. They observed the revelry with a hint of wistfulness in their eyes but remained a little apart from the festivities. The old tome with its cryptic spells lay forgotten beside them as they watched the dancers and laughter that filled the tavern.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the crowd, Tav was a whirlwind of movement, dancing to the lively tune with the other patrons, their every step filled with grace and wild abandon. They wove through the joyous crowd, their eyes catching the glint of candlelight and the sparkle of tankards raised in celebration.

The tension between Gale and Tav was palpable, like an invisible thread pulling them closer and yet holding them apart. Gale's gaze often drifted to Tav's swirling form on the makeshift dance floor, admiring their exuberance and vitality, while Tav found their eyes drawn back to Gale, the enigmatic wizard who seemed content to stay on the periphery of the revelry.

With each passing moment, the tension in the tavern grew, building like the crescendo of a spell waiting to be cast. It was a night filled with possibilities and unspoken desires, where the worlds of adventure and magic threatened to collide in a way that could change the course of their journey forever.

As the lively song finally began to die down, Tav, their heart pounding with anticipation, broke away from the dance floor. A wide, inviting grin spread across their face as they waved Gale towards them. The minstrel's tune had given way to a slower, more intimate melody, setting the perfect stage for the change that was about to occur.

Gale glanced at the almost empty tankard in their hand, considering the invitation, then downed the last of their drink, a newfound confidence rising within them. They pushed off the bar, leaving the forgotten tome behind, and made their way to Tav, who stood there with a mischievous glint in their eye.

As Gale approached, Tav extended a hand, a charming smile curving their lips. "Took you long enough," Tav teased, their tone playfully accusatory.

Gale chuckled, accepting Tav's hand and moving into their embrace, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the new song. "I had to finish my drink, didn't I? I'm not as fearless as you."

Tav leaned in, their lips almost brushing against Gale's ear. "Maybe I can teach you a few things about being fearless," they whispered, their warm breath sending shivers down Gale's spine.

The playful banter between them was charged with an undeniable attraction. They continued to dance, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as the song wrapped around them like a secret promise. Tav's fingers traced light patterns along Gale's back, igniting a fiery longing that neither of them could deny any longer.

With the night growing late and desire burning brightly, Tav finally leaned in, capturing Gale's lips in a passionate kiss. The world seemed to disappear around them as they locked into the sweet embrace, their hearts and desires laid bare.

As they parted, Tav gazed into Gale's eyes with a raw intensity. "Gale," they began, their voice husky with emotion, "would you like to come to my tent tonight? Just you and me."

Gale met Tav's gaze with a mix of desire and anticipation, their answer a whispered, "Yes, Tav. I'd love that."

The tavern, with its lively celebrations, had transformed into a place of secret desires and untamed passion for the two adventurers, setting the stage for a night they would never forget.

Hand in hand, Tav and Gale walked through the cool night air, leaving the lively tavern behind. The lantern-lit path back to their camp was dappled with shadows, mirroring the magic of the night they had shared.

Their footsteps were soft and synchronized, and without the need for words, their connection was understood. Arriving at the camp, they entered a secluded tent, softly lit by a flickering candle.

Drunken sloopy kisses rain down Tav’s neck as gale pulled off their shirt. Tav sits on Gale’s desk, they cupped the back of gales head graspng a palm full of his dusted hair. Pulling him in to a deep kiss, your toungue licks Gales lip asking for entance. he opens his mouth enough for you to explore his mouth. His tounge slips into yours taking focus as his body grinds into yours.

His kisses begin to trail down your neck leaving a small patch of hickeys on your collar bone. he continues down your chest, your stomach, and your happy trail, a line of small kickeys from the wizard on hes knees now.

“is this okay?” gales says on his knees, his tone is almost begging, filled with lust looking up at you.

“yes gale, amongst all the choas of evrything its nice to have something like this…like us.”

Gale pulls down the trousers around your hips, and begins to kiss the skin between your member and your thigh, cupping your balls with his hand. Taking in a deep smell of your musk. You let out a deep groan of relaxation. Gale takes the the head of you into your mouth feeling your full erection in his mouth. Bobbing up and down setting a pace, gale massages tavs balls gently. Gale continues making sloppy movements, while Tavs mouth is a mess, full of moans and Gale’s name. Gale brings his head up for a deep breath, looking up at Tav with beatiful brown leather eyes.

Gale’s kisses under his balls are soft and delicate, as his rough scruff rubs the inside of your thighs. He takes the head of his cock into his mouth again, his tounge swils on the tip, the precum from Tav begins to wets his tip.

“your precum taste so sweet. i’ve wanted to please you for so long Tav.” Gale says in a low rugged voice, panting for breath. He rubs his thumb on the underside of Tavs dick, causing it to flex under the pleasure.

“you’re going so good Gale, this is amazing!”

Tav pulls him into a soft kiss, still tasting the wine mixed with the saltiness of his own precum on gales lips. Gale takes the head of your cock back into his mouth burying his nose into the dark bush of hair at Tavs base. Tav holds a chuck of gales greying hair loosely, as his head stays down sucking. Tavs hips buck chasing its own release feeling the back of Gales throat.

“im getting close Gale” Tav says inbetween scattered breaths.

Gales removes his head grasping the shaft of Tavs dick, he begins to pump as Tavs dick releases onto Gales face. shooting ropes of cum onto him, semen covers his face in a line from jaw to hairline. a moment of silence falls as Tavs moans settle, Gales stands chuckling. He removes his shirt doing a quick clean of his face.

“that was amazing Tav, Thank you.” Gale says smirking.

pulling Gale closer to them Tav replies “I feel like i should be thanking you.” Tav leans closer into his ear. “you did such a good job taking me tonight darling perhaps soon we can have more nights like this.”

“i really reaaly hope so” gale says soflt kissing Tav again before walking out the tent to go wash off tonights mess in the lake.

A/N : hope you enjoyed this is my first official smut writing! let me know if you want certain genders/pronouns. please leave constructive criticism or just nice comments and lmk who and what to write next!

#bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x gn!reader #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale baldurs gate 3 #gale bg3 #gay #gale x male reader #gale x oc #gale x durge

[violettduchess]

Cheva + red carnation pls

A/N: For my 500 Follower Celebration🎉

Chevalier x Reader

Angst

Word Count: 903

Chevalier is a man who values control. He uses it as a tool, wields it with definitive authority. And he hates when it is out of his hands. It is long past midnight, that deep, late hour when the night’s heartbeat pulses in one's ears. Aside from the guards, no one else is awake in the fortress except the prince. His body sings with tension as he leans over the maps spread out on the war table before him, his hands planted firmly against the scarred wood. His composed gaze traces paths, rivers, forests by the dim light of the lantern hanging from the wooden beam above him in the small, graystone room he calls headquarters. Outside the window, a nightingale sings, a song that in the dark of night speaks of sadness and longing and heartache.

He shakes his head slightly, willing his ears to close to the bird’s sorrowful dirge, willing his focus to remain on battle routes, strategic blockages, defensive ground, attack formations….but the bird sings on, tiny, insistent creature, flying straight past the walls of logic and rationality to land within the trembling, shaded branches of his heart, taking residence within its chambers, and singing to the rafters. 

The lines of tension that run through him, that stiffen his shoulders and tighten his neck, buckle and he lets his body lower into the hard wooden chair, his head bowing as the need to keep working and the heaviness in his heart wage their own war within. 

War. War is what took him away from the one person who had been able to look past the wall of ice he had built around himself and combat it with the warmth of a smile, the heat of heart that burns just as passionately as his. Away from you. He breathes out heavily. As if he even needed another reason to hate that Obsidian bastard. 

Let me come, you had insisted when he had taken you to his bedroom, sat you down on the softness of his bed. He remembers how you were shrouded in the argent light of moonbeams. Let me be there for you, be with you. Those words had cut deeply, had sliced into his soul and left marks he knew couldn’t ignore. Wounds he would reopen over and over when he replayed your voice, splintered with fear, when he remembered the bright anxiety in your eyes as you reached for his hand. Your grip had actually hurt, nails digging into his skin like talons, refusing to let go.

No, he had said. The word rang out in the room you shared, a hammer to your composure, to the tenuous hold you had on the faint hope he would take you along. No. The pieces of your heart rattled as they came apart.

It was too dangerous to bring you along. Of course he did not want you out of his sight. He didn’t trust anyone to protect you the way he could. But he also knew that logically you were safer behind the walls of the palace, with several of his brothers and elite guards to protect you in a way that he couldn’t. Not when he was on the move, inching closer to territory occupied by Obsidian forces. Not when he needed to focus on defeating them so soundly, Gilbert would think more than twice before crossing the border into Rhodolite again.

But even Chevalier can be wrong. His hands grip the edge of the war table, pale hair falling forward like an angelic mantilla spun of moonlight. In the dead of night he still reaches for you, his arms finding only empty space. He is anchored to the ocean floor, unable to move, eyes turned upwards as he looks at the underside of the sea, seeking the glimmer of light from above, the thread of connection from your heart to his that lowers itself through black waters and gives him a lifeline to the surface. He does not find it. He is alone in the dark, watery depths. His heart aches for you.

The nightingale has stopped singing. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders why. Has it finally mourned enough? A loud knock at his door breaks the silence. Chevalier stands immediately, the heartsick man slips back into the shadows of the night. The Prince and the General are front and center. 

“Come in,” he calls, his hand brushing over the hilt of his sword.

The door opens and a figure wrapped in a dark cloak, smelling of the chilled outside air, steps inside. And pushes back the hood.

You. You are here.

The lifeline drops, incandescent with the light of a million stars. The man who notices every detail has no idea who took the first step. He only knows that right now, you are here, within the impregnable fortress of his arms and all he feels is respite from the shadows that have plagued him since his departure.

There will certainly be words that need to be spoken. He will demand an explanation for the defiance of his orders. But right now, right this second, as you lift your face to his, tears of relief spilling down your cheeks, he delays the words by pulling you even closer and covering your mouth with his.

In the distance, the nightingale spreads its wings and takes off, disappearing into the stygian night.

🔹

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[divinedomesticity]

Cultivating Goodness: The Homemaker's Guide to Wisdom and Education

As keepers of hearth and home, we often find ourselves immersed in the beautiful chaos of domestic life. Amidst the hustle and bustle, it's easy to forget the profound impact we can have not only on our families but also on ourselves. Today, let's explore the enchanting journey of seeking wisdom and education, filling our minds with goodness to radiate warmth in every corner of our lives.

The Art of Wisdom:

In the tapestry of homemaking, wisdom is the golden thread that weaves together the stories of our daily lives. It is the gentle whisper guiding us through the labyrinth of decisions and the compass that steers us towards joy. Seeking wisdom is akin to tending to a cherished garden – a delightful blend of patience, care, and continuous cultivation.

Education: A Lifelong Adventure:

As homemakers, our roles extend far beyond the kitchen and living room. Education becomes the lantern lighting our path, offering a multitude of possibilities to enrich our minds and hearts. Whether it's delving into literature, embracing a new skill, or embarking on an academic pursuit, education breathes life into our existence, transforming our homes into sanctuaries of knowledge.

The Power of a Well-Nourished Mind:

Just as a well-nurtured garden yields vibrant blooms, a mind filled with goodness becomes a source of limitless joy. Education and wisdom not only broaden our perspectives but also infuse our daily routines with a sense of purpose. A well-nourished mind becomes the cornerstone of a harmonious home, radiating positive energy that envelops every nook and cranny.

You Are Important:

Dear homemaker, as you navigate the labyrinth of responsibilities, remember that you are the heartbeat of your home. Your quest for wisdom and education is not a mere pursuit; it is a celebration of your individuality and the unique essence you bring to your family. By investing in your intellectual and emotional well-being, you're sowing the seeds of a legacy that will endure for generations.

Practical Steps to Embark on the Journey:

Create a Cozy Learning Space: Designate a corner in your home where you can retreat for quiet reflection and learning. Make it inviting with soft cushions, warm lighting, and perhaps a favorite blanket.

Set Realistic Goals: Begin your educational journey with small, achievable goals. Whether it's reading a chapter each night or dedicating a few minutes to an online course, gradual progress will lead to lasting transformation.

Join a Community: Seek out like-minded individuals who share your passion for learning. Whether it's a book club, an online forum, or a local class, the camaraderie of fellow learners can be a source of encouragement and inspiration.

Dear friends, as you begin your journey of wisdom and education, remember that each step is a celebration of your worth. In cultivating your mind with goodness, you are not only enriching your life but also casting a radiant glow on the lives of those around you. Embrace the warmth of knowledge, for in doing so, you become a beacon of light, illuminating the path to a home filled with love, joy, and perpetual growth.

#homemaking #homemakers #homesweethome #hyggelife #homemaker #housewife #seeking wisdom #self care #selfimprovement #self worth

[chxxseyourfighter]

| @ofedenia​ continued from x |

🎥 That tone of voice...could it have been?  The actor lowered his shades and took a closer look at the man who sat near him...it was him!  “Kai!” Johnny said with excitement in his voice.  “You cheeky, cheeky man.”  Getting up from his seat, Johnny stepped over to Kai, giving the man an embrace. “Man, I didn’t know you were gonna be here, it’s great to see you again.”  

Hearing the confirmation that Liu was also here was good to hear as well, perhaps later on today, or some other day Cage could find a way to talk to him...see if Liu could be his wingman perhaps.  The light compliment brought a small smile to the actors face. “Flattery will get you, many places my friend...go on.”  His drink being placed next to him by the bartender. “Well, truthfully this is my second year here.  From what I’ve heard these kind of events are of very rare occasion, they don’t often happen, but once they do it’s more amazing than anything you’ve ever been to.” 🎥

#ofedenia #nights of the passion lanterns: threads #🎬 Hollywood Royalty (Johnny Cage)

[missjoolee]

Can You Hear Them on the Breeze, Those Souls That Rock Amongst the Trees

2.4k words, Urban Legend AU  (Special shoutout to my gal @story-courty​ who helped me find the end)

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An urban legend that exists in Los Feliz is the Hawke Park Band. If you go to the park's amphitheater after the park has closed at 10:30pm, there is a chance you might hear music.  It's always rock, and there is no explanation for it. Countless people have crawled every inch of that space, unable to locate any speakers that could explain the phenomenon. Julie grew up with this myth. Hawke Park is haunted. She believed it firmly as a kid, but now as a teen, she knows that ghosts don't exist. Probably. Because if they did, wouldn't her mom... No, they don't exist. The other part of the legend is that any musician that hears this music goes on to have a successful career in music. It's this part that started the tradition of Los Feliz High's music program students sneaking in right before summer ends each year, to hopefully hear the music that could make their dreams come true.

If one wanted to look at the conspiracy forums (which Julie did not, but Flynn did), they would see that the only record of any of the songs heard at Hawke is the forums dedicated to this particular Urban Legend. It's like the songs don't exist outside that space. There are threads dedicated to each song heard. Most of the discussion in those threads is about how each person remembers something different about it. Like a dream, they grasp onto one little bit and the rest escapes, leaving them only with how it made them feel. But that is the one thing everyone who has ever claimed to hear the band agree on. They feel uplifted and not alone. So moved by what they hear they went in search of others that shared the experience.

Julie was supposed to go to the park the summer after she turned 15, but that's when Rose's diagnoses happened and sneaking into the park wasn't a priority. Her mom passed away six months later and so the summer of her 16th birthday, she was no longer sure about music still being her dream. The summer after he 17th birthday, time has made thinking about music easier, but she still isn't confident she can do it without her mom. Flynn, having gone to the park with some of the other music program students two years before, decides that this is the perfect way to look for a sign. If they hear music at the park, and Julie is still unsure after, then she will drop it and let Julie continue exploring other passions. Julie doesn't believe in the Hawke Park Band anymore. And the lack of music the time Flynn went before has her raising her eyebrow at Flynn's insistence.

"Maybe I wasn't meant to make music with those other kids," she said when Julie pointed this out. "Maybe if we hear the music together, that means that you should give Double Trouble a second chance! Think of it, Jules!"

Julie laughed at Flynn's antics but ultimately caved, humoring her friend’s whims. Which is how she found herself crawling through a hole in the fence of Hawke Park after 11pm on a warm summer night.

They quickly get off the grass and find the path that leads towards the small amphitheater deep into the wooded area. Once they are about 50 feet past the edge of the trees, the low beat of music can be barely heard. Flynn turns to her with a grin, her pace quickening along the path. The closer they get, the more she can pick out the notes from the guitar and the rich tenor of a voice. The music settles into her bones in a way it hasn't in a long time, making it feel like she's surrounded by fireflies. She'll give it to Flynn, the atmosphere here is magical feeling. Filled to the brim with potential.

There is light up ahead, peeking through the branches as the path begins to climb. When they crest the hill, she's flooded with disappointment. Some teenage boys have snuck in to play. Camping lanterns are set up around them, lighting up the stage they are playing on.

Her disappointment at the lack of ghosts or anything haunted is short lived, however, because these boys are cute and the guitarist has noticed them and his smile is perfect. They make eye contact and Julie can't look away even as his smile shifts from elation to...something else the longer their gaze holds.

As the song comes to an end, he grabs the attention of his bandmates and nods in the girls direction.

She turns to Flynn with a grin, admitting, "This band is pretty good. Too bad it's not actually ghosts."

Flynn's brow dips in confusion. "What are you talking about?”

"Uh, the band that is obviously standing there?" She gestures aggressively at the stage.

"Jules, there's nobody there."

What? Is Flynn playing a prank on her?

"Real funny. Who are the guys?"

She hears a "whoop" come from the stage and then the guitarist shouts, "I knew it!"

She barely turns her head in time to see the bassist disappear before immediately reappearing in front of her and, okay. Maybe this isn't a prank, but also, NOT. COOL. A scream rips from her throat as she takes off running back the way they came.

"JULIE!" Flynn shouts as she races behind her. "What is going on?"

Julie continues her sprint, only taking a breath to shout "RUN!". She doesn't make it much further when the guitarist, guitar slung behind him, appears in the middle of the path in front of her. Her shoes skid to a halt but Flynn apparently didn't have the same reservations about running into ghosts that Julie had because she wasn't expecting Julie's abrupt stop and crashed right into her, bringing them both down to the ground.

"Ow. That looked like it hurt." The drummer appears next to the guitarist.

"It did," Julie groans, sitting up clutching her head where it had made contact with the ground.

"Uh, Luke. Did that lifer just respond to me?" he asks the guitarist."

Yeah, bro. She did!" is his excited answer.

"What the hell, Julie." Flynn slowly rolls into a sitting position. "First you take off running, no warning, then you slam on the brakes, no warning. What is going on? Who are you talking to?"

"You really don't see them?"

"That's how ghosts normally work." the drummer chimes in.

"Jules, you're worrying me. There's nobody else here." Flynn puts a hand on Julie's arm.

"I think I'm seeing the ghosts of the Hawke Park Band. But there's no such thing as ghosts." Her face falls into her hands. 

The bassist pops up next to Julie, making her flinch away. "Actually, our name is Sunset Curve. Tell your friend...s. I've never even heard of this Hawke Park Band," He says with a bright smile.

"That's not...." the blonde starts, staring at his bandmate. Seeing the bright smile seems to change his mind. "Okay." He turns back to Julie. "You aren't hallucinating. We really are ghosts. And you can somehow see us. What kind of lifer are you?"

"Does it matter? Guys, she can see us. Do you realize how dope that is?" the guitarist, Luke, says enthusiastically.

"This isn't happening." Julie begins rubbing her temples. "There aren't cute ghosts talking to me, because there's no such thing as ghosts."

"Aww, you think we're cute?" the Bassist pipes in.

Flynn places her other hand on Julie's knee, helping to ground her. She softly says, "They're talking to you?"

"Flynn, I swear I'm not crazy!"

"I mean, we're all a little crazy."

"Shut uuuuuuuuup." she groans while shoving her face in her hands again.

"What are they saying?" Flynn asks, zero judgment in her tone.

"They told me their name is Sunset Swerve--"

"Sunset Curve!!" Three voices exclaim.

"Sorry, Sunset Curve," she corrects sarcastically.

Flynn's phone is in her hands in a blink and her fingers dance lightning fast across the screen. Her eyes widen.

"Whoa, they are cute."

"Wait, they exist?!" She leans over Flynn's shoulder to see her phone pulled up on an article featuring a picture of four boys and a headline ‘Hollywood Tragedy’. Three of the boys were the same ones standing around them now. She points at the picture. "I can see these three, but where is the fourth?"

"That's Bobby. He didn't die with us." interjects the Bassist.

"This article says only Luke, Reggie, and Alex died. It doesn't say what happened to the fourth," Flynn also answers. Each of the boys wave at her when Flynn reads off their name.

"This is crazy, Flynn." Julie looks at her friend. who looks back at her.

"Are you forgetting, I love crazy. Do they have anythings else they can play? It's one way to see if you've really lost your marbles."

"YES!" cries Luke. "Yes! Please come back and let us play for an actual audience that can see us for once. Please."

Reggie and Alex nod in agreement. "it would be nice for a change to be seen."

Julie can't believe she's even entertaining the idea, but... it's not the worst way to prove she's not crazy.

"Okay, fine. ONE song," she stresses.

She gets to her feet and grabs Flynn's hand to help her up. The guys poof, disappear, as the girls turn back up the trail to head back to the amphitheater.

Once they've both settled onto a spot about eye level with the stage, Julie turns to see the guys politely, if bouncily, waiting to start.

"Alright, go ahead," she says.

The guys turn to each other, a nod is exchanged between them, and then they start. Julie is engulfed with melancholy as the riff brings her back to rocking out with her mom in the car. They'd loved this song. But wait, didn't Flynn say that they never played songs people knew? Must have been inaccurate.

They find themselves bobbing their heads to the music, Julie watching the guys perform, and Flynn closing her eyes since she can't see them. When the chorus starts, Julie can't help but sing along. The guys look at her in confusion but keep on playing until suddenly Flynn is clutching at Julie's arm, exclaiming, "Jules, I can see them!"

What is happening?

"Flynn, what?"

The guys have stopped playing, Luke disappearing and reappearing in front of her the same way Reggie did earlier. Flynn yelps, and Julie jumps, at the sudden appearance in front of them.

"How can you see them?"

"How do you know this song?"

Luke and Julie ask the questions at the same time.

Flynn is staring at Luke but then her eyes start jumping around. "Where'd he go?!"

Julie looks at Luke, then back at Flynn. "He's still right there."

Luke's attention bounces to Flynn, Reggie and Alex appearing next to him. "She could see us?"

"Wait, what?" Alex's strangled voice starts rising in pitch.

"He is?" Flynn deflates.

"Yeah. Reggie and Alex have joined him too. How could you see them?"

"I- I don't know. I had closed my eyes to listen because I couldn't see them, but when I heard you singing along, I opened them and there they were." She looks around, trying to find them again and sighs when she can't. "Loved Reggie's studded jacket, by the way."

"Awe. Thanks!"

"Can we be seen if people sing along with us? What the hell?"

Luke has focused back on Julie. "Julie... how do you know that song?"

And that's a ridiculous question.

"What are you talking about? It's a classic Trevor Wilson song. My mom and I rocked out to that all the time."

"No, it's a classic Sunset Curve song," Reggie responds. "Never even heard of Trevor Wilson."

"They've never heard off Trevor Wilson? Where do these ghosts live? Under rocks?" Flynn asks incredulously.

"I wrote that song before we died. Nobody knew about that song!" Luke's voice rises in vehemence.

Julie pulls her phone out and googles Trevor Wilson. "He released it in '97. That first album was really good. His newer stuff isn't really my style, though." She turns the phone to them.

"That no good vegetarian. That's Bobby."

"No, that's Trevor Wilson," Julie corrects. "I've known him my whole life, used to be friends with his daughter."

"Then he changed his name. That's definitely Bobby, but older. Ugh, he's a dad? Its been that long?" Alex's nose wrinkles in distaste.

Luke looks murderous. "Did he even give writing credits?"

Julie shakes her head. "Not that I'm aware of."

"That prick!"

"What's going on?" Flynn touches her shoulder, this time to get her attention. "Do they know why I could see them?"

Julie watches as the guys share a look that holds a whole conversation in it. Luke's eyes turn imploring, before Reggie says out loud, "Dude, it's waited this long. We have a whole bag of tricks up our sleeve, if we plan it out, it could be the best prank ever pulled!"

She uses this time to update Flynn at a whisper.

"You're right," Luke sighs. "Let's figure out why Flynn could see us. We can scare Bobby into peeing his pants later."

"Maaaaaybe we should make sure he's actually done anything wrong first. Hey Julie, would you be open to helping us with this?" Alex asks. "Its not like we can just go to the library and use the computers. Ghosts can't get library cards."

"Yeah! Let's see if we can make Flynn see us again right now!" Reggie's enthusiasm has come back full force.

"Actually," Julie starts, seeing the time on her phone. "We have to leave. Curfew."

The guys visibly dim at that.

She glances over at Flynn. She can't believe she's even asking this. "Do you think Mrs. H would be cool if we use one of the practice rooms tomorrow?"

Flynn's eyes bug out for just a second before she reigns in her surprise. "For you? Definitely. What are we doing?"

Julie looks at all four of them. "Meet us at Los Feliz High School, tomorrow at 3. We can figure out how to make you guys seen, as well as find any information you want about Trevor."

#Urban legend au #joolee attempts writing #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #this came about after reading one of imene's drabbles #even though it had nothing to do with it #It wasn't supposed to be this long D: #it was hella rude to me like 70% of the time #it really just wanted to be longer and i had to firmly put down my foot at that

[sasorikigai]

holding his partner's hand/arm so they'll keep holding him. maybe his partner plays with his hair. maybe there's shoulder kisses + his head is on his partner's stomach and his arms around his partner. his partner massaging his head and giving him kisses while he's slowly falling asleep ( basically them at early mornings, any verse )

physical affection male characters deserve more of || @sonxflight || accepting

holding his partner's hand/arm so they'll keep holding him. maybe his partner plays with his hair. maybe there's shoulder kisses

his head is on his partner's stomach and his arms around his partner. his partner massaging his head and giving him kisses while he's slowly falling asleep

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || There still remains a stubborn thread that had come between Hanzo Hasashi’s heart and soul; tugging, tugging at the abused fibers - so hard, that it would bring an excruciatingly acute pain. He finds himself tenaciously fighting the urge to tear his heart as if it was a piece of old parchment. If it was a bottle, he would break it. If it was a wall, he would tear it down, but such proverbial, overzealous passion it still wields oozes eternal resolve and indomitable strength as it conflagrates itself in an fulminating inferno. The once-physical manifestation of Hanzo Hasashi had become nothing inside him, even without blood and organs and bones, as a hollow vessel without the magnanimity of his warm heart and soul. Amongst the carnage, his macerated flesh and bones refused to sit stagnant along the warpath as his affliction and torment became the mental pollution that would birth Scorpion in the Netherrealm.

No longer, Hanzo drowns in the sound of his thunderstorm heart in an ocean of deepest exhaustion and aggravated emotions, as the symphonic repetition of his beloved’s heart pulls him in and grounds him. Air continues to hang in humid wonderment, as the split-open sun had began its descent beneath the crackle of the Shirai Ryu compounds. The effulgent radiance chasing after birds, longing to fly, as once-thick somber silence of the tenebrous night no longer brings about a florid bloom. Grandmaster Hasashi no longer dances freely to his doom; for love once thought would be absent in his life softly touches his heart with the weight of the stars, for Hanzo refuses to fight and resist this feeling anymore. He wishes this whole universe to be theirs for the taking, for their unification to last forever. 

Ryou Sakai’s featherlight, yet gravitating fingertips caressing his skin consumes and controls Hanzo Hasashi from within. Butterfly kisses and sensual bliss overriding darkness and what used to be this blinded sight and blinded mind, riddled with intoxicating melancholia to incapacitate him at night. How they scratch and cause mindful tears to swell up and down the walls of his austere, somber expression tells a tale of old and lustful delight in time, yearning to grab his beloved in the night. How the glowing starlight of his dark amber eyes reflect many far-off galaxies, bright eyes of heaven as the glory of unperturbed relaxation and tranquility settle once again atop his exquisite muscles and sinew. The settled petals gather and conglomerate along with his heated warmth, creating a heavenly mess, perhaps a parade of contradiction. 

How his long, desolate winter masquerading as spring has completely melted, for Ryou Sakai bestows a great thawing. Perhaps his beloved is a saint of undeserved forgiveness, of longing and of anguish. Graceful, long digits float in the thick strands of his beloved’s slouched head, as ever-effulgent fire paints the back of his eyelids and makes its way across his face in the form of a genuine smile. The exuberance of such inextinguishable fire in the depth of his heart will chase and conquer despairing darkness alight, for once languid, defenseless, and utterly lost soul of Hanzo Hasashi had been obliterated, to be rebirthed to become a nurturing, celebratory lantern full of warmth and compassion.  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ seeking reconciliation with his own humanity (iii) #✗ epitome of sunlight (ryou sakai || sonxflight) #(hanryou) #(heliac flames) #(rusty af but take this) #sonxflight

[jevan4life]

Jeven oneshot

In the quaint town of Gilbert, where the whispers of the wind carried secrets and the trees told tales of love, two souls were destined to cross paths. Jackson, with his uptight hair and a heart that beat like a hidden melody, found himself drawn to Even, whose eyes sparkled like the stars that adorned the night sky that was his broad face.

Their journey began in the halls of Perry High, where Jackson was known for his infectious laughter and Even for his quiet asserting charm. Fate wove its delicate threads as they found themselves paired together for a school project for APUSH, and in the process, discovered the beauty of each other's worlds.

Jackson, with his passion for tennis, introduced Even to the art of the sport. They spent afternoons playing in Jackson's court, only afterwards sharing dreams and aspirations like secrets whispered in the rustling leaves.

As the seasons changed, so did the dynamics of their friendship. Jackson's heart, once a melody, now beat in rhythm with Even's presence. Even, in turn, found solace in Jackson's laughter, a melody that echoed through his dreams.

One day, during a hoco festival beneath the booming speakers, Jackson gathered the courage to confess his feelings. Under the soft glow of lanterns, he poured his heart out, each word a note in the symphony of their connection.

Even, touched by the sincerity in Jackson's eyes, felt his own heartstrings resonate. Their friendship blossomed into a love story, painted with the hues of shared glances and the tender strokes of affection.

Together, they navigated the winding paths of Perry, hand in hand, their love story becoming a tapestry woven with moments of laughter, quiet conversations, and stolen glances that spoke volumes.

In the heart of Perry, where time moved like a gentle river, Jackson and Even discovered the magic of love—a love that transcended the ordinary and transformed their lives into a beautiful, harmonious melody, echoing through the town for generations to come.

#literally ignore this