#stormys fanfics

[stormxpadme]

We have a new game going on in our @scoganbingo discord server, called Mood Board Madness. In this, people post various mood boards, inviting other users to post fanworks for them.

What can I say, @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea 's board has been living rent free in my head since last night so I just had to scribble up something real fast :D.

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"You know, if anyone told me you'd become an even worse neat freak once you get that nuke in your head under control, I'd have asked Hank to never suggest that surgery." Grumbling to himself, a half empty beer bottle on his lips, Logan watched as his boyfriend continued to polish down every inch of the red coating of one of his favorite cars unfazed, instead of doing something actually fun, like spending a Saturday morning off in bed with Logan.

The only positive detail of finding Scott here busy with one of his many obsessions was the fact that his partner had obviously started feeling too hot at some point, spending the morning with one of his beloved wheeled babies and shed his shirt, leaving his well-trained upper body bare save for a few stains of grease and dirt. A mouthwatering sight, just like Scott being bent over the hood of that damn car in a perfect angle to ogle that firm piece of ass Logan happened to be so increasingly fond of … But with Scott so dedicated to this dull activity, all of that was frustratingly out of reach.

"What did you expect?" In a gesture still deeply ingrained in muscle memory, Scott made a move to push up glasses no longer shielding those beautiful sky-blue eyes of his, a slightly embarrassed grin on his lips as he nodded down to the car's perfectly shiny surface. "Now that I can actually see every single stain … This is gonna take a while, Claws; don't wait up. I'll see you at lunch later."

When Logan turned away, lips tight in disappointment and annoyance, he was unexpectedly being hit in the back with that damn polishing rag, uncomfortably cold drops of water and soap dripping down his skin as he hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt himself before sniffing down his lover all the way to the garage. Apparently, that subconscious plan of distracting Scott from whatever had driven him out of their shared apartment had worked.

"On second thought? I also happen to see other things far better now. Like your bike being even more of a mess than my car. So why don't you join me here and when we're done, we spend the rest of the morning getting clean in a long hot bath ourselves? Together?"

A broad grin on his lips suddenly, Logan went to find a bucket and cleaning cloths.

#x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #x men movies #scogan #scott summers #cyclops #wolverine #scott x logan #stormys fanfics #fanfiction

[effervescentdragon]

Scott (Cyclops) x Katja (Flashwind) from the wonderful Weathered I X-Men fanfiction series by my dearest @stormxpadme, flirting horribly on a mission ❤️😘

[inspired by this]

#hope you like ittttt #stormy ❤️ #i wouldve added more but i have to go hang out with fam #effervescentdragongifs #im imagining logan and ororo laughing in the background #and jean and angelica just. rolling their eyes very hard #love youuuy #x men #stormys fanfics

[rymu-art]

A humble oil painting for my dear friend @stormxpadme for her birthday!

You guys have to wish her a happy birthday too!

Thank you so much Stormy. You've always been there for me. That's the least I can do.

I hope you will enjoy your day to the fullest! Hugs! ❤️

In the painting we have Legolas and his lovely OC family Tarisilya and baby Cyron from Stormy's fanfiction Tales Untold.

#my artwork #my art #stormy's fanfictions deserve more love #oil painting #oilpainting #traditional painting #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien elves #legolas greenleaf #Legolas #tarisilya #Cyron #happy birthday #stormys fanfics #tales untold

[dragonfly0808]

The Trix’s Fates

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 3 AND WHAT HAPPENS TO THE TRIX

Well well well… I’ve got some explaining to do.

I knew from very early on that I wanted the Trix to have a tragic ending, with one of them dying, one of them going crazy and one of them just being utterly defeated at the loss of the other two. After some debating, I pretty quickly knew who would end up with which fate.

So… I’ll go by parts, going from oldest to youngest, starting with:

Icy

Icy is the one who goes crazy, losing her mind.

I chose her for this since she’s the leader and the oldest, and losing one of her sisters leads her to fully going off the deep end, she goes too far, gets in too deep.

At the beginning of her story, Icy is very controlled, very paicient and has a full plan. She’s crafty, resourceful and has a family history with dark magic and the dragon flame.

But what sets her off the road is no longer fully being in control due to being out of balance after losing a sister and no longer caring about what happens to her. She has no real end-plan, she has no real goal other than to get back at the Winx and hurt them as much as she can. She was no longer interested in the Ancestral Witches until her plan of collapsing Andros was thwarted.

Icy has a lot of warnings, the very first being when Darcy decides to leave, refusing to stay and watch Icy get herself killed. Instead of letting go and running away like Darcy begs her to do, Icy chooses revenge.

She goes to her home planet, her uncle tries to dissuade her, to warn her of the dangers of the magic that has taken the lives of too many family members, she kills him in order to access that same magic.

She has chances to stop, but she chooses revenge, she feels like she has no other purpose, no other road to take other than to finish what she started the very first time she attacked Bloom.

Icy goes crazy and loses control because it’s the complete opposite of who she was when the story started, she loses everything, included herself.

She choses revenge, choses to continue her family’s mistakes, choses to take the risk of awakening the Ancestral Witches but in the end, she loses it all to those very choices.

Stormy

I went a bit deeper into Stormy’s fate in another post but I chose Stormy to be the one who dies to show her being a bit of a self-fullfiling prophecy, her rage, the very thing that often gives her an edge in battle and helps her in her power to become stronger, is the very thing that kills her.

I chose Stormy to be the one killed also because I had very specific storylines in mind for Darcy and Icy but as for Stormy I just felt like dying would actually be the most interesting, unexpected thing I could do with her.

I thought it could be a very tragic thing to see Stormy, who we know to be fearless and brash and impulsive… die due to a mistake, die in fear of something that she created.

In case you somehow haven’t noticed, I love angst

Darcy

Darcy is the last one standing… well… ‘standing’. I thought that my version of Darcy would be the most devastated to be left alone.

Darcy in my rewrite, has never really been alone. At first she had her brother, then she had Riven, then she had the Trix.

She’s the youngest, the one that they want to protect the most.

To her, being alone is truly the worst case scenario, which is why I chose her to have that fate cause I am cruel. Darcy herself tells Riven in their final goodbye that she’s not used to being alone and that she isn’t good at it.

She gives up. A big part of her dies with her sisters and she turns her back to the ideas of revenge and dark magic.

She was always the ‘lesser evil’ of the Trix, which I feel makes it even more tragic that she ends up so very alone.

Darcy is betrayed once by her brother, being left alone, then she betrays Riven, leaving him on his own, and in the end, Stormy is killed and, seeing Icy is heading down a road that will end in death or worse, Darcy can’t bring herself to watch, to keep going.

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The reason why I wanted to overall make the Trix’s fates so drastic and tragic was for 2 main reasons.

First off, as a contrast. We see the Winx keep growing and becoming more powerful, while the Trix, as a commenter once said, peaked in high school and have just been going downhill, not truly developing their power after becoming convinced they were at the top of their game in s1.

The second was to show consequences and how high the stakes were for s3. To go all in with the angst and show how, the very first villains of Veiled Wings are destroyed by s3, while our heroes are very much affected and nearly destroyed by s3, but manage to prevail.

#Veiled wings anniversary #veiled wings and shattered panoramas #winx club #winx rewrite #winx #winx headcannon #winx fanfic #winx headcanons #winx trix #winx icy #winx darcy #winx stormy

[storm-driver]

i was trying to describe kingdom hearts to a friend who doesnt like the square enix catalogue that much. and it was a calm discussion, we were chill. but they asked me a question that really made me like... think about my adoration for kh.

they asked me "is it the game you love or the potential of it all?"

i think the obvious answer is a mixture of both. i enjoy kingdom hearts for what it is, flaws and all. the funny gameplay moments of BBS to the wild af lines that they say in DDD.

kh has a glimmer that few games in the current market can give to their active playerbase. nothing in the titles feel soulless or half-baked. these games go ALL OUT with their premise and they deliver 9/10 times. there's moments that make me sigh and shrug, but they're few and far between. the stuff that encapsulated me is still here and it's strung across the christmas tree in a blindingly beautiful glare.

but that being said, how much of my love for kh actually stems from what i wish it could become? i can't argue that the games are flawless and have given me exactly what i wanted. in denial of the blatant only paints you as ignorant. and sometimes, these games fall right back into bad habits. with either gameplay or story, there's rightful criticisms to be spoken of every title.

so, it's only natural for me to think of the potential it all has, yes? to see what was perhaps poor writing choices eventually meet a satisfying end? or maybe a character who i didn't think much about is given new story to play with? perhaps there's a system from previous games that gets refined and optimized for newer consoles.

maybe there's routes the story could take and drives of motivation that im sychronous with and would love to see written out. there's a story unveiling and i have my own theories about it. i wanna see if the writers go down these roads and what kind of choices they make.

then my friend asked.

"is that potential, or are those your expectations?"

and i had to sit there for a moment. and just...think.

#kingdom hearts #stormy weather #it just...really made me consider #how much stake i put on kh #for a long time ive sorta just been passively consuming content from the games #since kh3 dropped precisely #that's more or less when i got a lil more quiet #but i still had my things that i wish the game would do #and those things are fun and good to think about. absolutely they are! #fanon and aus and just good ol fanfic #nothin wrong with that #but just... the idea that people can get so caught up in their own fiction and expectations #that they arent even in the source material anymore.... #idk that sorta just baffled me. #this isnt a commentary on anyone or anything. #i just had to put this down somewhere and think

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Yet another wild crackship between my LDB and some Skyrim dumbo, but this time it's General Tullius, and it actually gets madder from there

Look, a lot of this surprised me too. It sure surprised @elder-dragon-reposes and yet it makes sense and that's the strange beauty of it

He could be forgiven for not seeing her at Helgen. Between Ulfric's capture and the following dragon attack, Tullius had his hands full with escaped prisoners and a town in ruins. Not to mention Elenwen's attempts to take over his execution. One half-elf caught in the crossfire was below his attention at the time. When she came into Castle Dour, a cold wind in her wake as she spoke about fire and death, he had no choice but to pay attention to her. Especially when she brought up things like "peace" and "ceasefire." This Last Dragonborn was out of her mind.

Yet somehow, she led him into an agreement to meet with the Stormcloaks at High Hrothgar.

Tullius isn't quite sure he likes that. She's as double-edged as any Thalmor diplomat with her words. As noble as her intentions appear on the surface, he's not sure he can trust her.

At High Hrothgar, the Last Dragonborn, Leara, leads both sides into an agreement where no one gets what they want, but no one is worse off, and she plans to trap a dragon in a castle.

She . . . plans to trap a dragon in a castle.

Tullius knows he was sent to Skyrim to tame the rebellion, but no one ever prepared him for how maddening the people of Skyrim were. No one is as maddening as the Nords' hero. Tullius cannot understand her. He's not sure he wants to, all things considered.

The Legate is amused by his consternation. He knows this even without her saying anything. But Tullius is worried. This Leara has the power to sway Skyrim in whatever way she chooses, and if she joins the Stormcloaks, then he has a feeling that the Empire might lose more than Skyrim before all is over.

He keeps an ear out for the Dragonborn's movements. His spy network throughout Skyrim is extensive: If she breathes in Windhelm's direction, if she says anything about the Civil War, then he'll need to be ready. This woman has slain dragons. He doesn't want to see what she'll do to a legion of mortal men. Tullius needs to be ready.

Tullius is not ready when Leara walks into Castle Dour again, armorless and prim as she waltzs into his war room. Legate Rikke greets her, but Tullius pretends to give half an ear. He looks like he's going through reports, but he's trying to keep an eye on the anomaly in the room.

Legate Rikke and the Dragonborn talk quietly together. And then the Dragonborn leaves and Tullius finally puts down his paperwork. Legate Rikke is frowning.

"What did she want?"

The Legate's attention snaps to him.

"She wanted to know about our support from Cyrodiil, sir." "Support?" "She mentioned your inability to negotiate a peace settlement, General."

Tullius recalled that. He'd told the Dragonborn he couldn't do more than accept Ulfric's surrender. But why did the Dragonborn want to know about the Imperials' ability to negotiate with the rebels? Didn't she already get her peace treaty and trap her dragon?

Tullius cannot wrap his head around her. Everything his spies have reported paints her as kindness. Even the coldest Nords seem to thaw around her. But Tullius can't base his understanding of such a power player like the Dragonborn on reports and a handful of interactions. He'd have to speak with her himself.

The Winking Skeever is busy when he steps in. A few heads turn, but otherwise, no one pays Tullius any particular attention. The Dragonborn isn't difficult to find, either: She's at a corner table with her nose buried in a dusty book.

Tullius makes his way over to her.

The Dragonborn is surprised to see him but still invites Tullius to sit at her table.

"I assume this is about my discussion with your legate earlier."

She's perceptive. But Tullius already knew that.

"Do you always discuss politics in a bar?"

At his question, the Dragonborn offers a little half-smile, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"Do you?"

No. Honestly, Tullius couldn't recall the last tie he even visited a bar or tavern other than while traveling. Perhaps he was working too late, but between the Civil War, Elenwen, the dragons, and (maybe) the Dragonborn, he couldn't afford to slack off. Why else would Tullius chase the Dragonborn down to the local inn?

"Have you read much about Skyrim?"

Her question surprises him.

"War commentaries mostly. Military history."

The nod of her precise head is measured as if she expected that response. Marking her page, she closes her book and shows him the cover. It's some thick tome he's never heard of, but the knotwork dragon design around the edges breathes of old Nordic craftsmanship.

"As Dragonborn . . . [she pauses for a long moment] . . . As Dragonborn, I am highly invested in the preservation of the Empire and Skyrim."

She chews her lip.

Tullius almost asks if she's about to join the Legion. He can't deny that he'd hoped that would be her ultimate decision, but sitting here across from the Dragonborn as she was now, deliberating over words and tapping her book's cover, Tullius knew she wasn't about to swear fealty to the Emperor.

When she continues, she speaks slowly.

"General Tullius, would you be willing to help me? I need to reach out to people in the Imperial City about a peace summit, and I don't know where to begin."

A peace summit?

"I take it Ulfric didn't put you up to this?"

Her frown is surprising.

"No, he didn't. I asked him."

The Dragonborn asked Ulfric if she could talk to the Empire about a peace summit?

Before he could ask what in Oblivion that was supposed to mean, the server brought a tea service to the table. Just as quickly, he was gone.

"Would you care for a cup, General? I'm afraid all they have is lavender honey." "I . . . would like that--" "Leara."

She supplied. Her lips quirked.

So Tullius found himself ensconced at a table in The Winking Skeever and discussing different politicians and diplomats back in the Imperial City with the Dragonborn – Leara. He's halfway through his second cup when she admits that she's trying to find a peaceful resolution to the Civil War that could please everyone. He calls her a hopeful idiot, but she smiles.

"You can't please everyone." "Well, I don't think I can please the Dominion, but I can tie them in legal knots."

Leara wiggles her fingers at him, her rings glittering in the candlelight, and Tullius finds himself speechless.

If the Dragonborn – Leara – can tie the Thalmor up with a loophole, how imminent would their retaliation be? Tullius is at once intrigued and put off.

She was mad.

"Here, you'll want to write . . ."

But by the Divines, he was going to help her anyway, wasn't he? If Leara could talk Ulfric off his warpath, then maybe there was something to her hair-brained scheme.

Tullius sees Leara a few days later. She's been to the Blue Palace and the Bards College, she tells him when he meets her again at the 'Skeever. She's combing through maps and treaties, drafting letters, and making lists. Her mind is running at speeds Tullius can't comprehend, and yet she keeps looking to him for advice.

As Leara stirs a lump of sugar into her snowberry spice tea and peruses another list, Tullius wonders if she did this with Ulfric when she went to ask him to consider peace.

Her penmanship is as poised as the rest of her. He cannot see her against the harsh stony backdrop of Windhelm, amidst the snow and vitriol. She's too civilized for Skyrim. She's almost too civilized for Cyrodiil, but Tullius won't think of that.

He doesn't have a chance to give it much thought anyway when she's asking him about neutrality and the terms of the Concordat.

It's late when Tullius leaves her the second time. As he leaves, she's carrying a stack of papers upstairs. She has a hopeful lift in her step.

Tullius almost smiles.

Almost.

The next morning, Legate Rikke drops a new report on his desk. It's from Captain Aldis.

"What's this, Legate?" "There was a break-in, sir." "And we're concerned with this, because?"

Legate Rikke's jaw tightens, her eyes are wide. Whatever it is has unsettled her.

"It was at The Winking Skeever."

She sighs. Heavy. It's a familiar frustration.

"General, I believe that the Thalmor were exercising their Concordat-given rights."

A pit settles in Tullius's stomach.

"They took the Dragonborn, sir." "On what grounds?" "It doesn't say. sir. It doesn't even mention the Thalmor at all. But you know–"

Tullius doesn't hear the rest of the sentence because he realizes his mistake. He should never have discussed the possibility of an armistice with Leara in a public room. Who overheard her? Who saw Leara's notes and lists and books? Who ratted her out to the Thalmor?

Tullius's fist clenches, his knuckles pale. The one person with a Divine's chance in Oblivion to bring a favorable resolution to the Civil War and the Thalmor took her like every Talos worshipper the Empire was supposed to turn a blind eye too.

He paces around his office. Legate Rikke has left him alone, and now all Tullius can do is think and walk. Turn. Think and walk. Turn. The cycle repeats throughout his office. He only suspects that the Thalmor took Leara. Without concrete proof, he can't accuse them or he'll risk something far more uncomfortable than paperwork. But if he does nothing, then every hope for peace in Skyrim vanishes in the Dragonborn's wake.

Tullius stopped in the middle of his office, standing at a crossroads. Was it possible to ascertain that the Thalmoor abducted Leara and to request her freedom without bringing Elenwen down on his head? Probably not. But . . .

Tullius recalled the wide eyes, the fear swimming in the teary blue when Leara was faced with Elenwen at High Hrothgar. At the time, Tullius didn't think much of the Dragonborn's aversion to her. Most people hated the Thalmor Ambassador on a good day. But the terror that flickered in Leara's face before she grew cold and distant and manipulated the entire table to her own ends came back to him.

No, Tullius knew Elenwen personally had the Dragonborn. There was a history there he couldn't see, but it peeked at the edges of his vision in brilliant horror.

Elenwen had Leara, and she wouldn't let the half-elf go lightly.

If Leara could cheat an entire room of warring politicians and soldiers while ensuring a truce, then Tullius could sure as Hell try to manipulate Elenwen.

Sitting at his desk, the General ruled out any official Legion channels. Those would be tied back to him and ruin any chance Leara had of negotiating her armistice. Something under the table, then.

Mercenaries were messy. Robbing Elenwen would take a different hand. He grimaces and drafts a letter.

General . . .

The messenger hawk returns the next evening. Tullius doesn't want to think about why the hawk returned so quickly. He just hoped his charade would hold.

(Writing Galmar Stone-Fist of all people to encourage a Stormcloak raid on Northwatch Keep was something Tullius knew he could never live down if it got back to any of his superiors in Cyrodiil. He couldn't trust that General Stone-Fist would take an anonymous tip at face value, but as Leara soliloquised late that last night,)

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

It's four long days of giving only half his attention to his job before an Imperial scout reports that the Stormcloaks attacked the Thalmor fortress of Northwatch. When the Legion got there, nothing was left but smoldering ruins.

"They had a dragon, sir."

Tullius didn't want to know how they had a dragon, but he was optimistic that it meant Leara made it out of there alive.

With the Stormcloaks, but alive.

He sleeps through the night for the first time in over a week. When Tullius wakes up, he wonders how he could turn to the rebels to save the Dragonborn. Effective, yes, but it went against everything he was supposed to represent.

But she's alive.

She would be dead or worse off if he hadn't done it.

Tullius uses that thought to bolster himself through the coming weeks.

Then, a letter addressed to Tullius comes by way of Whiterun of all places. He recognizes the slender script curling his name across the paper. It's a short letter asking him to retrieve her belongings from her room at the 'Skeever. Two things stand out to him: The first is the thank you. Tullius cannot tell what Leara means by it because he knows that Stone-Fist didn't know who sent the tip about Northwatch. And yet there's a tearstain on the parchment, small and alone as if any others were quickly dashed away after the first one fell. The second is that all her books, papers, the things she worked on for her peace talk were all hidden in a panel behind the bookshelf in her boardroom.

Tullius didn't even think of Leara losing all her work. He was more concerned about getting her out. He was more worried about her than anything else.

Tullius buries his face in his hands.

This was a familiar feeling. It'd been years since the last time he felt like this.

Although, Tullius gave himself a wry smile, he doubted he'd have betrayed the Empire for the Countess of Anvil's cousin.

Tullius goes early the next morning to retrieve Leara's things, hidden or otherwise. A member of his spy network is tasked with getting the parcels to a Lydia in Whiterun. Then Tullius watches as every connection he has to the Dragonborn disappears out the doors of Castle Dour.

It's back to the everyday humdrum of war, then.

Until, some months later, a familiar half-elf comes into Solitude. Now, she's accompanied by a dark-haired Nord woman in heavy armor. Her stormy expression and hawkish eyes remind Tullius of Rikke at times. Leara introduces her as Lydia, her housecarl. Then Leara is handing him a folio of papers.

"I've been corresponding with some of the Elder Council. I'm planning a summit in Whiterun."

He takes the folio from her.

"What's this?" "My draft for a permanent peace treaty. I thought that since you helped me, you'd like to peruse it. Of course, I need to get it to Jarl Elisif when you're finished."

That Leara is offering to let him be a part of her peace treaty isn't lost on Tullius. He sets the folio on the table but leaves his hand on top, protecting it.

"I can come back for it tomorrow." "I'll get it back to you tonight."

Legate Rikke coughs, obviously. Tullius adds,

". . . we can discuss it over dinner, if you like?"

Leara's smile is full.

"I would like that."

They don't end up talking much about the draft. But Tullius gives Leara some of his favorite brandy after their dinner of roast lamb and stewed vegetables. Her giggle is light and airy, and her hand is cool like spring water when he takes it across the table.

Perhaps he drank more than he should have, but liquid courage was a reassuring friend.

At the end of the night, Leara, tipsy and yet all grace, presses a petal soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. She pulls away.

His hands slide up her arms, callused fingers catching on the soft linen of her sleeves. And he pulls her back and kisses her, full and properly on the mouth.

Leara tastes of tea and winter and something floral and frosted. There's more than magic in her mouth – there's music and mercy. If Tullius wasn't drunk before, he finds himself intoxicated on Leara.

She strokes his face, smiling, always smiling, and then backs away. Her eyes are bright and liquid and as deep as Lake Rumare. In the low glow of golden orange firelight, she is beautiful.

He loves her.

He doesn't say it, and soon she's gone, slipping through doors into the night. An angel passing from the room.

The next day, he finds that she left him her address. It had been a long time since Tullius even tried to write a love letter. They were never his strong suit, but Leara had a way of inspiring madness in him. He wrote her.

And Leara wrote him back.

Again and again and again.

Tullius doesn't expect for his presence to be needed when the summit is called in Whiterun. The Empire has its own group of delegates to negotiate the terms of Skyrim's division. But still, Elisif the Fair says that General Tullius has been asked to attend. The young queen seems as if she can't quite believe it, but she was often wide-eyed and overwhelmed as it was.

(Maybe Julia was right. He should listen to Elisif more. But pretty soon, it was likely Tullius would never see the Queen of Solitude again.)

Leara is there in Whiterun, laying out the terms of the Armistice with the light and delicacy he'd come to expect from her. How many others here knew she was anxious that things would crumble apart, that things would come to blows, and that the war would escalate for all her efforts to temper the fire?

Ulfric's face is a dark stormcloud, but somehow the Jarl of Windhelm appears to hold his tongue around the Dragonborn. He watches her, defers to her, and in return, Leara smiles at him.

Tullius is simply in an advisory position for the Imperial delegates to mine information on the state of the Civil War and the Imperial Legion. He never speaks to Ulfric, and seldom to Leara during the weeklong summit. But he sees the Jarl speak to her between sessions. Leara is quiet and nods. Her eyes are faraway and thoughtful.

Tullius remembers that when she first brought the idea of the summit to him, Leara mentioned that she convinced Ulfric to agree to it. For the first time, Tullius wonders how Leara went about winning Ulfric Stormcloak to her side.

His chest burns.

When the Armistice is signed and Skyrim divided in two–

"Divided, you can finally be united."

Leara said.

–there is a feast. Leara is in demand all night. Tullius watches from the sidelines, some Cyrodilic brandy in hand as he watches one person after another flit around her, bees buzzing around a blooming rose. After a while, Tullius gets up and retires to the quiet of the Dragonsreach porch.

He isn't out there long when the doors open again. From the dark stairwell where he sat, he saw Leara flit by, orbited by Ulfric.

Tullius's hand tightened on his glass.

"You must be relieved that's over." "I'm glad we could reach a resolution."

She deflected Ulfric's concern with a wave of her hand.

But Tullius knew the truth: She was terrified of the summit. She was terrified she'd fail.

"What will you do now?"

Leara's question broke through Tullius's thoughts.

Ulfric shifted.

"There's much to do. Skyrim hasn't been in a state like this since the Second Era. I'll need to work quickly to bring stability to the east before we can truly reap any of tonight's rewards." "You have a busy schedule, Jarl Ulfric! [her laugh is musical] Even when my work ends, you still have so much to do!" "Leara . . ."

There's a hesitation in Ulfric's voice that Tullius never would have imagined from the man who Shouted High King Torygg apart. Leara's responding,

"Yes, Ulfric?"

is careful.

"I was hoping that you would come to Windhelm with me. To help me." "Help you? As an advisor? Certainly, but–" "Not as an advisor. Not . . . as you're thinking. Leara, surely you must know what I feel for you." "Oh."

If Tullius didn't fear being caught, he'd have stormed from the porch. Or over to Ulfric and pushed him off. Or something. His blood was rushing in his ears.

Certainly, he and Leara hadn't truly defined what it was between them. This week was the first time he'd seen her since kissing her that night in Solitude, and in this week, they'd hardly been alone together long enough to discuss anything beyond the summit and the usual pleasantries.

But her letters were candid and funny and full of ideas. Her mind spilled across the page in curling and shifting lines.

Tullius knew then that while he had Leara's mind, there was every possibility that Ulfric had her heart. She was as divided as Skyrim was.

"Ulfric–" "While Skyrim was at war, I knew I couldn't give you the attention you deserved. But now that we can have some peace, I wish to ask you for your hand. Leara, you ignite a fire in my chest that burns my heart when you are near. Please do me the honor of agreeing to marry me."

There's silence. Long, drawn-out silence. Somewhere on the plains, a wolf howls. Its cry echoes the pain in Tullius's chest.

"Ulfric . . ."

Leara's voice is choked, emotional but she is forcing it down.

"Ulfric, you're very dear to me, but I can't marry you."

It was only Ulfric's loud,

"You can't? Why?"

That covered the sound of Tullius's brandy glass slipping to shatter on the stone stairs.

Leara hesitated.

"I can't give you my heart because it belongs to someone else. I can't take it back." "Who?"

Leara quieted.

"Please, Leara, if you won't marry me, then allow me the courtesy of knowing who I lost you to!" "I–"

Leara choked.

Tullius's heart sped up as his hands shook. He was as anxious as Ulfric to hear her answer.

"You won't like it." "Who is it? Galmar? I know he was the one to pull you from that Thalmor pit."

Divines. That would just be the cherry on top of this entire fiasco, wouldn't it?

"No, not . . . It's . . . General Tullius."

The silence that followed was more deafening than any that proceeded it. Even from the darkened stairwell, Tullius could since the thunder around Ulfric, rumbling silent and yet violent.

"You won't marry me because you're in love with Tullius?" "If that's how you want to put it, yes, that's it." "Leara – I, he . . ."

For once, all of Ulfric's fine speeches seemed to fail him.

"Please don't be upset."

Leara's voice is as soothing as the first spring rain, as far apart from Ulfric's hurricane as possible.

There was a rustle of skirts.

"You are a very important person to me, for more than you can possibly know, but I can't give you the love you want. It's not mine to give you." "But Tullius–" "Has been so vital to me during these last several months. We would not have this peace if not for him. I needed him." "I need you." "I know, but I've given you all I can. I can't give you any more."

Tullius peeks around the corner far enough to see Leara on her tiptoes. She whispers something in Ulfric's ear, then presses a fleeting kiss to his cheek. Tullius ducks back just in time to be hidden as Ulfric turns and leaves the porch. The doors shut behind him with a whisper of finality.

"You can come out now, General."

Tullius's knees are stiff as he gets up from the steps. Leara is waiting for him in the middle of the porch, her red hair a dark contrast against the white gold of her skin and the pale ivory of her gown. She's aetheric in the moon and aurora lights.

"I hope you finished your brandy before the glass fell."

His neck grows warm with embarrassment.

"Is that how you knew I was there?"

Leara's coy smile was her only answer. Yes, then. Well.

"Ulfric Stormcloak proposed to you." "Yes, he did." "And you turned him down." "Yes, I did. " "Why . . ."

Her hand was on the side of his face. She was perhaps a hairsbreadth taller than him, maybe an inch, but her hand felt so small against his face that Tullius couldn't help but reach up and clasp it with his own for fear that it slip away.

"I thought you were eavesdropping." "Well, I wouldn't say that–" "And, therefore, would know why I turned Ulfric down."

Tullius tries to swallow, but his throat is tight. Leara's hand is cool against his skin, and he takes comfort in that.

"You love me." "Yes, I do."

Her smile is radiant.

Tullius's hand slips from Leara's, but then his arms are around her waist, pulling her into him. She is slim and cool and everything a flower in winter might be. He buries his nose in her neck, amidst the frost and flowers.

"I love you."

She doesn't reply. She only tightens her arms around his torso. They stand there in the quiet of the night, away from the celebrations but togehter under the stars.

Later, when Tullius returns to Solitude for the last time, he packs his things for the return to the Imperial City. He takes his bags to the docks.

And there Leara is waiting for him, Lydia her housecarl in tow. She smiles at him, full and vivid.

"You're late. My trunks are already on board. Right, Lydia?"

Lydia rolls her eyes.

"All eleven of them, my Thane."

Tullius chuckles, quiet.

Leara's hand finds his, and he helps her up the gangplank of the Imperial Naval ship. It would be a long voyage, but Leara had never sailed before, so that would be their mode of transportation back to the Imperial City.

"What will we do when we get there?"

Leara's question is teasing and free of the burden of being Dragonborn and peacemaker. There were still the Thalmor to worry about, but after the ruin of Northwatch and the signing of the armistice, Tullius hoped they'd think thrice before going after Leara again.

"I'll buy you expensive teas and you'll drain my accounts on tea and books."

Her giggle rang out amidst the sounds of the ship preparing to leave the harbor.

"Oh yes, that must be why I've gone and married you."

Tullius pulled his wife to his side and slipped his arm around her waist.

"Must be."

It couldn't possibly be that she was the most maddening thing in the world and she drove him mad by proximity.

Madly in love.

What nonsense.

fin

#I HAVE TAITED SO LONG TO WRITE THE TULLEA CRACKSHIP POST #rip ulfric but tullius is different i guess #new challenge: how many commanders from both sides of the civil war can we get to fall in love with leara? answer: all of them #some of this surprised me a lot but some of it was also hard to write i need to get away from leara politicking it's giving me a headache #galmar is my favorite unsung hero and you will pry him from my cold dead hands #using words like stormy and hawkish to describe strong Nord warrior women like rikke and lydia as a call back to kyne #this is the tea and brandy ship welcome aboard #general tullius #ulfric stormcloak #oc: leara roseblade #lydia #legate rikke #mod post #tullea #rosecloak #onesided #the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #fanfic

[stormy-skies-falling]

THIS MAN I JUST—

HOW AM I GOING TO TAKE THE FACE REVEAL I HAVE NO IDEA

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with pics, there’s always fics

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #dreamwastaken #stormy-skies #new fanfic soon #LOOK AT HIM

[stormi-recs]

stormi's fic recs | 07.2023

hi friends! july was busy for me so i didn’t read much but what i did read was absolutely amazing. shoutout to these amazing writers. 

note: i do not own or claim any of these works as my own. if you find a story you like on this list, please consider supporting the author with a review, reblog, comment, ko-fi, or signal boost.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ most of this content is nsfw and mature rated. minors should stop at this point and exit.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kim seokjin

midsummer by @hobeemin (m)

➵ once a year on the summer solstice, the veil between the realms thins. the couple can finally walk among the world without a care. what happens during midsummer, stays on midsummer. [fluff; romance; smut; urban fantasy; hybrid au; oneshot; poc!reader(twerks); sequel; 2k; 18+]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ min yoongi

➵ nothing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jung hoseok

➵ nothing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kim namjoon

closer by @joon4eva (m)

➵ no summary. [fluff; smut; established relationship;  oneshot; 4k; 18+]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ park jimin

➵ nothing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kim taehyung

➵ nothing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jeon jungkook

in the sheets by @euphorajeon (m)

➵ a sleepy jeongguk in the morning is very soft and whiny, a stark contrast to the usual annoying and full-of-tease jeongguk. (either way, you love him all the same.) [fluff; boxer!jk; college au; oneshot; 18+; 1k] - series here.

make up sex by @7brownsuga7 (m)

➵ you and your boyfriend jungkook have a heated argument. he fucks you until you’re a tired mess to make up for what he’s said. [angst; fluff; smut; oneshot; 2k; 18+]

seven tattoos later by @yoon-kooks (m)

➵ if the hottest fuck boy in town made it a point to visit your little tattoo studio every week, how many tattoos would it take to make you fall in love with him? [fluff; smut; oneshot; 3k; 18+]

you good? by @mono-moonchilds (m)

➵ what if... you gave Jungkook head [smut; drabble; less than 1k; 18+]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ot7

the lick it series by @jjksblackgf (m)

➵ it's in the ups and downs of life that you can find someone to make your toes curl. [smut; established relationship; series; 21+]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ note: this blog does not support plagiarism. if you notice any content here that has been taken without your permission or without crediting you, it will be removed and reported.

#stormi's fic recs #july 2023 #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #seokjin fanfics #yoongi fanfics #hoseok fanfics #namjoon fanfics #jimin fanfics #taehyung fanfics #jungkook fanfics

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Things go awry even before Law arrives at Marineford. ocean || rescue mission || Polar Tang & Moby Dick

Author: @itsxandy

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #fanfiction #fandom culture #fanfic #internet culture #tumblr polls #fandom poll #stormy weather ahead #one piece

[evenawitch-themultiverse]

Icy page

Darcy page

Stormy page

#evenawitch #winx club fanart #winx fanfic #winx oc #winx trix fanart #winx icy #winx darcy #winx stormy #my art

[st0rmyskies]

Emergency Commissions - Closed!!

Thank you everyone for the help! Commissions slots are all filled, tips are still always welcome. I will advise if any additional slots open up in the next few weeks.

So if you’ve been playing along at home, you may know that I returned from vacation this week to find that my central air conditioning unit died. Our house sustained some damage from the system overheating. Repairs/replacement are going to run in the five-figure range and they can’t wait, since July in my area of the world means brutal heat. 

So in the spirit of “well fuck me I guess,” I’ll be opening a limited number of emergency writing commissions slots, not to exceed eight depending on the scope of each work and the amount of interest I receive. 

Be advised that this is a one-time thing. I don’t intend to reopen commissions after this financial burden passes.

The Basics

I write for the LoZ and LU fandoms and will accept commissions for either in-universe writing or one of my own AUs (Townhouse AU, Count Darkula, the omegaverse series, etc.).

I will write crack, fluff, angst, spice, horror, murder, whatever. Choose your own adventure! 

If you’re interested in something sweet or spicy, I’ll write Linkshipping, Zelink, MidZel, GanLink, lesser-known characters, you name it I don’t care. I’m a multishipper at heart.

Characters can be cis, trans, unspecified, doesn’t matter to me.

I’m always happy to try on new spicy themes, even if it’s not something I’ve written before. This is a judgement-free zone, even if I end up saying “no thanks.” Seriously, just run it by me. I also have a handful of existing WIP options in the list below if you need any inspiration.

You get to choose whether this is a work to be published or if you’d rather keep it for your own private enjoyment. No price difference between the two options, I don’t care.

Not sure what you’d request? If you want, you can sponsor an active WIP. This is literally more bang for your buck, since I’m not going to charge you for the words I’ve already written. Once you snag a commission slot and leave your deposit, I can send you a sample of one or two works if you’re having a hard time choosing between options. Think of it like trying different flavors at an ice cream bar. An extensive list of my active WIPs appears in my pinned post. If sponsoring an active WIP for an ongoing series like HSH or LMTCOY, that work will be published.

Do you have an unfinished WIP of your own that you’d like to see finished but don’t have the time, energy, etc.? Throw it my way and we’ll see what we can do together! Once again, you are only charged for the words I put into the work in these cases, not the total word count. I will only be taking on up to two of these types of commissions.

The Nitty-Gritty

Pricing is 2 cents per word. I'm flexible with regards to word counts but I suggest the following tiers:

500 words - $10

1000 words - $20

2000 words - $40

2500 words - $50

A deposit will be required to lock in your commission slot on a first-come first-served basis. Deposits will vary based on the tier you select with any remaining balance due at delivery, if applicable. If I end up going over a bit and wrote 525 words for a 500-word slot, oh well, bank error in your favor.

Deadlines are TBD between myself and the commissioner depending on the scope of the work and the number of responses I get. Could be anywhere from a few weeks to a couple months. I don’t see myself letting commissions drag on past 3 months. 

Feel ready to take the plunge with me? You can send me a DM preferably via discord (st0rmyskies) but also through tumblr and we’ll get to work!

The Fine Print

You must be over the age of 18 to commission me.

Commissions are not to exceed 2500 words unless we negotiate otherwise. WIPs listed at larger word counts excluded from this rule.

If sponsoring an active WIP or work in an ongoing series, I may already have a plot and end goal for the story, so specific requests (e.g. “I want Twark to break up.”) may not be honored. I can do a one-shot of such scenarios, though, even if they’re outside canon plans.

I will not write for someone else’s series (e.g. “Can you continue this story from [author] that’s been abandoned?”).

No original characters.

I reserve the right to decline any request for any reason.

Can’t commission, but want to help?

You can leave me a tip via Venmo or PayPal, or signal boost on tumblr, discord, wherever. We need all the help we can get! 

Thanks so much for reading this far, friend. Any help with spreading the word is appreciated. 

- St0rmy

#stormy talks #stormy writes #stormys emergency commissions #lmtcoy #hsh #townhouse au #poly!Sky #o!Sky #omega!Sky #mer!Sky #Wildlight #WarrTime #LegRule #Linkshipping #Zelink #GanZeLink #loz fanfic #lu fanfic #linked universe fanfic #lu fic #linked universe fic #loz fic

[stormxpadme]

Spring Fling | Marvel Rare Pair Mini-Event (NSFW Bingo Card #2)

A new smut threesome oneshot is online.

In which Scott and Logan comfort Scott's wife at her mother's funeral which leads to hot experiments in bed.

@marvelrarepairbingo

#x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #x men movies #stormys fanfics #fanfiction #scott summers #marvel rare pair bingo #scogan #scott x logan #cyclops #wolverine #marvelrarepairbingo #xmenart #editing #james marsden #hugh jackman

[effervescentdragon]

@stormxpadme look Avery was in my phone last night 🤨

#i think this is hillarious #i just saw this screenshot i took and it f #took me a while to figure out what i meant with it #anyways #stormys fanfics #my fave psycho oc <3

[daydreamsturnedstories]

Any time my little world is blue, I just have to look at you

Pairing: Bucky x Reader GF (AU)

Word count: ~2.4k

A/N: Thought this up as a coping mechanism during recent events and have been sitting with it in my drafts for almost a month so here it is.  🤍

CW: sweet fluffy boyfriend Bucky, cat-dad Bucky (yes, he's a warning), minimal angsty thoughts idk how that happened hehe and some sweet soft smut.

Published on my WP: 10/21/22 as an OC one-shot. If you’d like to give it a read on there as well the link to my page is on the navigate dropdown. 💗

Masterlist

Banners by @bring-me-to-sempiternal​

"Come on, come on." 

He huffed as he waited for the call to go through only to be met with the line dead message once again. He's been trying her number for the past hour without luck, pacing around the apartment much to his four-legged daughter's dismay as she tries to sleep out the storm. Not that he's surprised, this is the worst rainstorm that's hit the city in years, communication was bound to be lost but that doesn't make him feel any better.​

She didn't have to report to work today, unlike him so he knows she's at home waiting the storm out. She's safe, she has to be.

Fuck.

The last text that he was able to send out was from the rig updating her that he was on the last call of his shift, which did not go well at all. It's also why he's so worried and wants to be with her, to get his mind off everything and make sure nothing happens to her. Losing a person never gets easier and his mind has the habit of immediately drifting to the moment it could be one of his own.

Bucky placed his phone down on the kitchen counter and went into his room to grab his duffle and get his things ready to go. Once he's zipped up his jacket and put his boots back on, he grabbed Alpine's carrier and went over to where she was perched up on the counter. Head tilted to the side, looking at him as he scrambled around.

"Ok Al, in you go. Let's go check on your mom."

She meowed in protest as he placed the carrier next to her but with a little coaxing by way of a couple of treats, she got in and curled up on top of her blanket. He zipped it up, swung it over his back and clipped the chest strap closed. With the keys to his bike in hand, he was on his way.

Bucky parked his bike in front of her car once he got to her apartment complex, he swung his leg over and grabbed his duffle bag assuring Alpine they'd be inside in just a few minutes as he jogged lightly to the entrance. Suddenly, he crashed into someone coming down the steps. His arms flew out in front of him instinctively to hold on to them so they wouldn't fall back.

"Shit! Sorry, I wasn't looking."

"Oh God, are you ok?"

They both spoke at the same time and when he registered his girls melodic voice he felt a wave of relief wash over him. He let go of one of her arms and slipped his hoodie off his head to get a good look at her. A huge smile graced his face as he cupped her cheeks once she was settled on her feet. Bucky's lips found hers in a matter of milliseconds. The kiss carrying everything he couldn't find the words to say in that moment for him. When he pulled apart from her lips, she swung her arms around his waist and nudged his nose softly as she held him close.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't reach you and I was worried."

"So you drove here in the middle of a storm?" She whispered, pulling back to meet his eyes, hers filled with adoration. He took his bottom lip between his teeth and slipped his fingers under the wet curls that framed her face under the rain.

"Of course I did. How could I n-. Wait a minute, what are you doing outside?"

"I was gonna go to your place." she voiced almost to herself with a grimace, knowing all too well what his reaction would be.

"IN THE MIDDLE OF A STORM?!"

"YOU DID IT!"

"Well, I don't care if anything happens to me!"

"Well, I DO and you still did it. That doesn't matter anymore what does is you're here safe and we're together." She affirmed pushing herself up on her toes to place a chaste kiss at his lips.

"Come on, let's get inside we've already spent too much time in the rain. Also, Alpine might kill us if you keep her in there any longer." She let out a chuckle as Bucky turned around and she was met with her pushing her rosy nose against the clear front of the carrier.

"Hi sweet girl," Alpine meowed back and pawed the front of the carrier in protest, "we'll getcha outta there real quick. Jeez Buck, what'd you do to her baby?" she teased.

Once they made their way through the apartment door, she stripped her jackets off and slipped Alpine's carrier off Bucky's back so he could do the same. Bucky watched her closely as she squatted down with the carrier to open it up so their little girl could roam about the apartment. As soon as she was out, she clawed her way up her jeans to settle in her lap purring as if saying thank you for freeing her from the prison Bucky had put her in. She sat back on the floor and smiled as Alpine nudged her hand for more pets.

"I missed you too Al, but will you at least let me take off these boots?" She looked up to meet Bucky's gaze, only to stick her tongue out, scrunching her nose up at him. They have an ongoing rivalry over Alpine's attention and so far, she's winning. He laughed and shook his head before kneeling in front of her.

"Let me, angel. Go on, grab her and stick your legs out." he instructed, tapping softly on her shin. She did as he asked, picking up their white ball of fluff and nudging noses with her as she made kissing sounds.

After Bucky had slipped off her boots, he helped her up and pressed his lips to her temple as he pinched her sides. She wiggled herself away from his grasp with a laugh as she headed over to set up Alpine's water bowl for her. Bucky smiled to himself, his heart full and thankful that he was with both his girls now.

"Hey love, do you want me to put on some tea?" her voice broke him away from his thoughts, "We should also get outta these and into some dry clothes before we catch something."

He followed her to the kitchen where she's flitting about filling the kettle and grabbing some mugs for them. Bucky stood behind her and took the mugs from her hands placing them on the counter before her. He locked their fingers together and wrapped his arms around her, closing the small gap he had left between them. He began swaying them side to side as he hummed Some Kind of Wonderful by The Drifters. She tilted her head back against his chest right as he leaned down and he met her lips with a kiss, equal parts sweet and hungry. Intonated I love yous exchanged between them as they danced. He felt her smile against his lips, responding with a soft nip to her bottom lip as he brought himself back to his height.

"You know, I have an idea to get us warmed up." he mumbled against her hair.

"Do you now?"

He could hear the smirk tugging at her lips as he hummed into her hair. "I do, think there's still hot water left?"

"There might be." she mused as she turned around in his grasp, bringing her hands to the nape of his neck to dig her fingers into his grown out curls. His eyes fluttered when she ran her nails across his scalp. Chestnut doe eyes looking back at him intently as a pink flush settled at her cheeks. Bucky's hands found their way to her thighs squeezing playfully before swiftly picking her up off the floor, her giggles music to his ears.

"What do you say pretty girl, you wanna take a bath with me?"

"I would love that."

Bucky all but sprinted down the hall to the bathroom as she littered his face with kisses along the way. He shut the door closed with his foot and set her down, urging her to stay put as he prepared everything for them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her light some candles and place them down before leaning against the wall to watch him. With the bath filled up, he stood and turned to her with a smile.

"C'mere sweetheart," he held his hand out for hers as she closed the short distance, "let's get you out of those wet clothes."

"You first, handsome. Let me." she purred. She lifted his shirt up, biting her lip when his fingers met hers as he helped pull it over his head. As his shirt slipped from his fingers, she dragged the tip of her index finger straight down the center of his chest until her hands settled at the waistband of his jeans. She peered at him through her lashes as she laid kisses atop each freckle adorning his chest. Bucky's breath quickened, goosebumps forming all over his skin and he was certain her lips felt each thump of his heart against his chest as her fingers busied themselves unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his legs. Her lips stopped right above his navel before she pushed herself up as he kicked both his jeans and his underwear off his feet.

She tugged at the hem of her shirt to take it off but Bucky's hands stopped her. "My turn angel," he winked, "lift your arms up for me please."

He slid the shirt over her head letting it fall to the growing pile of clothes beside them. Bucky looked at her in awe, as if he were seeing her for the first time, every time. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Blush creeped up her neck as he lowered his head and began laying a trail of kisses from her neck down to her collarbones, his fingers curved under the straps of her bra slipping them down her shoulders. He worked his way back up to meet her lips, left hand playing with the hair at the nape of her neck as he took her top lip between his and his right hand slipped towards her back to unclasp her bra. A breathy chuckle slipped through his lips as he heard Sage mumble show off into their kiss.

Bucky kneeled in front of her to remove her jeans and underwear, eyes never leaving hers as he freed each leg. He wrapped his fingers around her ankle lifting each foot carefully to take off her socks. As he took off her last sock he grasped her calf lightly in his hand and placed a kiss to her knee, admiring the rise and fall of her chest as he stood back slowly.

He took her hand in his and led her to the front the tub, he got in first and helped her inside. His fingers dug at her waist to keep her steady as she settled onto his lap. Sage cupped his face and took his lips in hers. Nails scratching lightly at his stubble as she began to rock her hips against his, the tip of his cock making contact with her throbbing nub with every movement. She slid her hands to his chest before breaking the kiss to push herself up a bit. She took his length in her hand and pumped him slowly, before lining him up with her entrance. A low growl rumbled from Bucky’s chest as she sank down. Her head fell forward and she let out a soft moan at the contact. Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead and drew circles along her hipbones while she adjusted to him.

“Are you ok?” he whispered against her forehead and she nodded before pulling back to meet his gaze.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more, pretty girl.”

She rolled her hips slowly and gripped Bucky’s biceps tightly as he slid his fingers down her spine, goosebumps forming along her skin. They moaned in harmony as he pulled her tighter against him and he hit that spot that made her toes curl. He placed a hungry kiss to her lips and dragged his tongue along her bottom lip before gliding his teeth along her jaw. He kissed and nipped his way down to the swell of her breasts. He took her nipple between his lips and circled his tongue around it as he rolled the other between his index and thumb. Bucky felt her flutter around him as he tugged softly, releasing it with a pop.

“You feel so good, angel. Just like that.” She keened at the praise, he pumped his hips in sync with hers and felt her tighten around him as they both approached their orgasms.

“Bucky, I’m- come with me baby, please.”

“I’m right here sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He thrust into her once more and her head dropped to his shoulder, her loud moan in chorus with Bucky’s muffled by his skin as she gave into her high and he spilled into her.

Bucky stroked her lower back tenderly as they both caught their breaths. She put her arms around his neck, and he felt her lay wet kisses to his chest before she nestled her face into the crook of his neck. He leaned his cheek against her temple, running a hand through her hair before he started humming.

A satisfied sigh slipped from her lips, “I love that song.”

“Me too pretty girl; I just know when I’m in your embrace, this world is a happy place.” he sang softly, and he felt her lips curl into a smile against his neck. With a quick kiss to her temple, he continued with his serenade enjoying the peace he felt within her arms.

#bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky x gf reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #stormy day #bucky one shot #bucky barnes one shot #go read this #bucky barnes x reader #one shot

[dragonfly0808]

Why Stormy?

SPOILERS FOR A MAJOR PLOT POINT IN SEASON 3

The first of a few posts explaining some of my fave/most iconic moments in the series so far, some of you may wonder, why was it Stormy that died? Especially since some may believe Darcy might’ve been the ‘better’ option.

First off I will admit, I did pull a red herring with Darcy with a few conversations she has in s3 about maybe leaving and in general her always having been the ‘lesser evil’ of the Trix.

This wasn’t a straight up red herring but I did want to set up Darcy as the most regretful of the three, the one who’s willing to keep going as long as the witches stay together. Once Stormy dies, the three are no longer together and Darcy finally refuses to keep going, seeing that the path Icy is on will only end in Darcy being on her own.

Now, as for why it was Stormy, I knew the ends of each Trix when I was like, a fourth into season 2. I knew one would die, one would be driven mad and the last one would return to Light Rock, utterly defeated and alone.

I debated with myself on whether it should be Stormy or Darcy to die, but in the end, I chose Stormy due to the thought of escalation and liking the idea of Stormy’s rage being her undoing.

Stormy is the one without a proper ‘origin story’, she was loved, she grew up privileged and had the opportunity to chose whatever she wanted to do with her life. However, from a young age, Stormy has an inexplicable rage in her very soul.

I love my morally gray villains/antiheroes, but I also love when villains are just… evil, no real explanation. That’s Stormy, she just craved power and chaos, her mom saw that and, from very early on, tried to help Stormy, get her into therapy, keep her away from anything that might trigger that deep-rooted rage that she didn’t know how to keep at bay.

Stormy’s doom is that rage and impulsivity, she goes too far, starts a curse that she can’t truly control and the curse starts turning against her, which leads to Musa having to bring the building down, killing them both in the process, but only one of them comes back.

I thought of this as, almost a bit of a self-fullfiling prophecy, even if the term doesn’t fully apply here technically speaking. Because Stormy has every chance to not be this, to turn back, to stop. She has resources and help from a young age, she shows that she’s willing to let Darcy go, but she herself cannot let go of that hunger, even knowing that it’s not very reasonable.

In the end, there as no real reason for Stormy to die, she knew how dangerous the curse she attempted was, she wasn’t supposed to even be there. And, even being there, she wasn’t supposed to initiate a curse, only take it. But no, she makes bad choice after bad choice and it leads to her death.

It felt appropriate for her. And, I won’t lie, I did consider having Stormy’s rage wind up causing Darcy’s death but the story would have been VERY different that way and it just didn’t fit for the story narrative (it would’ve been a beautiful, tragic narrative for the Trix, but they’re not the main characters so they weren’t the ones I wanted to explore in such a deeply traumatic way)

So, I chose Stormy to be the one to kick the bucket as a way of showing a self-fullfiling prophecy ala Haunting of Hill House, all along, she would be the cause of her own death and she had no idea.

#Veiled wings anniversary #veiled wings and shattered panoramas #winx club #winx rewrite #winx #winx headcannon #winx fanfic #winx headcanons #winx stormy #winx trix #winx darcy #winx icy

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū Characters: Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Warm Red Pavilion Prostitutes (Scum Villain) 

Additional Tags: POV Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Crossover Pairings, Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Disciple Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Post-Sunshot Campaign (Módào Zǔshī), Scheming, Matchmaking, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Dates

Six months ago, a devastating qi deviation ruined Shen Jiu's cultivation and with it, his chances of becoming peak lord. Now, his Shizun offered him an unexpected opportunity: Cang Qiong was seeking a marriage alliance with one of the sects of the other human realm, where Yunmeng Jiang's young sect leader was in dire straits and infamously unwed, to boot. As one last favor to repay Shen Jiu for years of service, he would ensure Shen Jiu was chosen as Cang Qiong's match.

Marrying a leader instead of becoming one wasn't what Shen Jiu had worked so hard for, but if this was his last, best chance at securing a future for himself, he would damn well fight tooth and nail for it (and maybe, just maybe, his cultivation wouldn't be so broken at all by the standards of a realm where nobody ascended and immortality was the stuff of legends.)

Jiang Cheng just wanted to get through one fucking date without fucking it up. Just once. Please.

#shen jiu #jiang cheng #chengjiu #jiucheng #svsss fanfiction #mdzs fanfiction #fanfic #mine #stuff i made #fic: a rock amidst stormy waters