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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 8 months

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Prettier With You - Lando Norris

It was another early morning that you were going to spend by yourself. Race weekends were simultaneously your favourite days as well as your worst. You got to see Lando doing what he did best, but it also meant he was away from home.

This was one of the weekends that you weren't able to join him in the wonderous country he was racing in. As you did every morning (every evening for Lando), you rolled out of bed and sat on the balcony.

You could see the sun just poking over the horizon, the orange glow that followed was drifting up into the sky like a haze. You took a moment to take it in, before you pulled your phone out of your pocket and found Lando's contact, which was at the top of your 'last dialled' list.

After a few shrill rings, you were met with a "Hey, baby. How are you doing?" from the love of your life. "I'm good, I'm good. The sun rise is really pretty over here," you smiled, looking to the side as if he were sat right next to you.

"The sunset is really pretty over here," he told you, the thought that you were both looking at the exact same scene, thousands of miles apart made his heart flutter. Even if you weren't with him, there was always a piece of you with him wherever he went.

"The sky is all orange, and it's like it's glowing," you told him, your hand tracing mindless circles on your thigh like Lando would normally do. "It's just like that here, the view from my room is great. Not quite the same as from our balcony, but it's still nice," he nodded.

Instinctively, he turned to his side, the empty space forming into you, the sun glowing golden on your face and highlighting your features. It was at this point you'd normally lean into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, kissing your head.

He loved the way the light kissed your skin, lighting your face up and your eyes were practically illuminated. "Hey, you there?" you asked after not receiving a response from him to an earlier statement. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking," he chuckled.

"About what?" you queried.

"I just wish you were here, with me, and we could watch the sunset together. Or the sunrise, either is fine," he sighed, leaning against the rails of the balcony outside his hotel room. You felt the same, longing to be with him. "When you get home, we can get up every morning and stay up every night to see it,"

"Yeah, I like that idea," he said, and both of you fell quiet as both of your eyes settled back on the sun. A lot of people like to think that they could see the moon at the same time when they were apart, both of them sitting under the same starry sky.

For the two of you, you liked knowing that you were both lit up by the same beacon of vermillion in the sky, its rays of warmth wrapping you up and smothering you when the other couldn't. "You know, this is really pretty, but it'd be prettier with you," he broke the short silence.

"Mhm," you managed to hum out, his comment making tears prick at the back of your eyes. It hit something in your heart, something that triggered a great feeling of loneliness and melancholy. You were used to him being gone a lot, but you just missed him that extra bit more right now.

This was one of those times you were supposed to spend together, not thousands of miles apart. The chair next to you was empty, when it was supposed to be filled. His side of the bed was vacant, when it was supposed to be slept in. Your hand was left loose, when it was supposed to be held.

"You OK?" he asked, his tone turning concerned.

"Yeah, course. I'm fine," you said, your voice cracking slightly as you wiped away the tears that had started to slip down your cheeks. "Baby, come on, what's wrong. There's no point in lying to me," he said, and you sighed in defeat.

"I just-" you started, as a higher volume of tears fell from your eyes, "I just really miss you. I mean, I always miss you, but right now I really miss you," you sniffled, trying to ignore the burn in your throat.

"Please don't cry, baby, I know, it's hard. I wish you could come everywhere with me," he said to you, trying to hold the tears back too. If he could have gotten on a plane and flown home to you right then and there, then he would have. "I will be home in two days, that's all we have to wait," he said, trying to make you feel better.

"But I want you now..." you whispered, so quietly he had to stop breathing to hear it. Your voice was delicate as a feather, light enough to be dropped with one blow. "I know, I get it. I want you now as well," he said, pulling his phone back from his ear to see you as his home screen.

It was a picture he had taken the first time you had watched the sunset together. You were coloured in crimson, and it was a candid shot of you laughing at something he had said. He could hear your giggles, and he could feel your presence beside him.

He closed his eyes for a moment and pictured you there, hearing the sweet sounds of your voice reverberating around the space. For that moment, the world was at peace. Nothing could possibly interrupt the heavenly bliss of the daydream he was having.

You were both at home, and you had each other. "I guess we just have to wait," you sniffled, staring as the sun was nearly fully over the horizon. "I guess we do," he agreed, watching as the last remnants of light disappeared over the skyline, the moon taking its place as the light in the sky.

It was day and night, sun and moon, light and dark. Two opposites that perfectly attracted one another. Two stark differences that were magnetically drawn to the other. But that wasn't how it was supposed to be.

It was meant to be the sun and the clouds, or the moon and the stars. One or the other. Not both. "I love you Lando, you know that?" you asked, your aching heart needing to hear it as if it were a painkiller that could temporarily soothe the pain.

"I know baby, I love you too," he smiled, a few tears slipping onto his cheeks. It wouldn't be so long until you saw each other, but every second that ticked by made the wait more agonizing.

A/N - So, thank you to the lovely @pinkswaet for the idea, I really appreciate it! At the moment, I am working on all of my requests and part 2s that I have promised you at some point, so then I don't have any loose ends and can carry on posting new stuff without stressing about the old stuff. If you have any requests, please do submit them, they are my favourite things to write. If you have already made a request, it is on the way! Love you all 💖💖

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honeybeefae · 11 months

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Breeding (NSFW) with Azriel (:

The Illyrian Way (Azriel x Reader)

BINGO: Breeding

(Breeding. Azriel. Enough said. Enjoy ;))

WARNINGS: Smut, Breeding kink

Children had always been a back-burner discussion for the two of you. Azriel had had a rough childhood, you knew that, and you didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want. The idea of having your own children was always something you desired but you also were fine to wait as long as it took. It was a big decision.

You expected it to take several, several years for Az to come around to the idea but when you had come back to your shared home in the Illyrian village after running around with the young children all day, something seemed different about your mate.

“Az? Are you okay?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He had zoned out again mid-conversation, staring at your stomach for the fifth time in an hour. “Do I have something on my shirt? Is something wrong?”

“No, no. Nothing’s wrong.” Azriel assured, sitting up so that his elbows were resting on his knees. You didn’t fully believe him but also didn’t want to push so you distracted yourself, standing up to clear your plates.

“I know this camp is all macho men and all that sexist bullshit but I really did enjoy playing with the children today. Nyx seemed to get along well with the other boys even though Feyre was slightly concerned.” You chuckled, your back to him as you recalled the day. “And there was this young boy, he was so small, and he just latched onto me the whole day. I almost didn’t want to give him back.”

He came up behind you as you put the dishes in the sink, his arms circling your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You stopped what you were doing and turned in his arms to look at him, worry in your eyes.

“I can tell something is bothering you, why won’t you tell me?” You pouted, grabbing one of his scarred hands and bringing it to your lips to kiss. “You know I’m always here for you, right? Through thick and thin.”

“I know it’s just a…hard topic.” He swallowed, his free hand coming up to rest on your lower stomach. “Seeing you today with the children, with that young babe, it stirred something inside me. Something I didn’t think I would ever want until I saw it with my own eyes.”

Your breath caught in your chest as you quickly realized what he was speaking of, your eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you…Az, are you saying you want a child?”

The silence was brief but it felt like years, his eyes focused on where his hand rested. You waited a few more moments before cupping his jaw and tilting his face up to you, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Azriel?”

His pupils dilated as he met your gaze, watching you like a hawk before removing his hand and stepping back. “Do you?” He asked quietly, hungrily.

“I mean, I’ve always thought about it. Having a family with you. But I also wanted to give you space and time…I don’t want to push you.” You mumbled, biting your bottom lip. “But truthfully, I can’t say it’s not something I’ve wished for.”

His lips turned up in a smirk as his eyes darkened, your stomach filling with butterflies as you automatically responded to his look. You knew exactly what it meant, what he was thinking, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited.

“What have you thought about mouse?” He teased, pulling you by your hips until you were flush against him. “What do you think about late at night when I’m gone, with your hand between your legs, hm?”

Your face flushed as your body buzzed with anticipation. You could feel him straining against his leathers, feel his heart beating steadily in his chest as you rested your hand on his tan skin. It was getting dark as the last rays of the sun shone through the kitchen window, casting the two of you in a golden glow.

He leaned down, brushing the hair away from your ear and kissing your temple. You held your breath as he chuckled airly, watching goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about right now?”

“Yes.” You responded immediately, your voice needy. Azriel grinned and took your hand, guiding it lower and lower until it stilled above your lower stomach.

“I’m thinking of how you would look carrying a child, our child. How your stomach would grow and stretch, how your breasts would fill with milk, how tight you would feel wrapped around me.” He growled the last part, his jaw clenching as he smelled your arousal. “I’m thinking of how badly I want to breed you, to bend you over and fuck you until you’re leaking from how much I’ve spilled inside you, and then fuck that back into your needy pussy until I’m satisfied.”

You found it hard to catch your breath as he bent down and ghosted his lips over your neck, your head tilting to the side to allow him more access. Your thighs were sticky from how wet his words had made you and while you felt like this conversation needed to be talked about more when you weren’t both this riled up, you wanted that scenario desperately.

“Fuck, Az, please.” You sighed, grabbing his hand and guiding it down until he could feel how wet you were. “Please breed me, Az. I want it, I need it.”

Before you could even blink he had you flipped around with your stomach pressing into the kitchen sink. You gasped when he flipped up your skirts, kneeling on the floor to move your panties to the side before he licked a hot, wet stripe up your dripping sex. Stars filled your vision as you grabbed for anything to hold you steady, plates scattering across the counter as he ate you out like a man starved.

He was flicking his tongue over your clit before dipping into your hole, tongue-fucking you and getting the most delicious moans that made his cock painfully hard. You were biting on your knuckles to keep your voice down, aware of the open window just in front of you.

Two of his fingers circled around you before he thrust them in halfway, removing his mouth to watch as you clenched around him. You started mewling, trying to push back farther to get them all the way inside but Azriel just clicked his tongue.

You heard the shuffling of his pants before you felt him pressing against you, the tip already covered with precum as he grasped your hips roughly. “I’m not going to be gentle, mouse. Are you ready?” He asked you, his eyebrows drawn together as he started to sink in without waiting for your reply.

Both of you groaned loudly at the feeling, your head dipping into the sink as he stretched you out and filled you like no other man would. Azriel began a brutal pace, angling his hips just right to hit that spot deep inside you. This wasn’t supposed to be a love-making session. This was a breeding session.

As if he could read your thoughts you felt one of his hands grab your throat, lightly squeezing as you surged forward with each thrust. Your dress was all wrinkled up, your mouth hanging open, and you wondered if anyone was watching through the window as you got the fuck of your life.

“You were made to be bred,” Azriel grunted, pulling you up so that your back was now against his chest. The angle was awkward and straining but you didn’t care, your mind fuzzy with how much you needed him to fill you up. “Look at that face, those eyes, you love being treated like this. Like my own little breeding bunny.”

The name made you moan, losing yourself in his words as you nodded mindlessly. “Yes, yes!” You cried out, moving one of your hands to start playing with your clit as your orgasm started to draw nearer. “Use me, fuck, fill me up!”

Azriel tilted your head until you were looking at him, your neck craned all the way to the side. “You like being called that, didn’t you? Is that what I should call you from now on? My little breeding bunny?” His thrusts were growing sharper as his shadows started to curl around your breasts, ghosting over your nipples. “Maybe I should carve it into you, burn it into your skin so you’ll never forget.”

He was absolutely feral now as you whimpered, your pussy choking his cock as your eyes started to roll into the back of your head. The first wave of pleasure was enough to make you jerk in his arms, your fists clenching as you pictured him doing all of those things to you.

It wasn’t but two seconds later that he followed in your pleasure, a guttaral roar coming from deep within his chest as he filled you up with his cum. He had never came that much, his balls tingling from how long it seemed to go on. The mixture of your juices and his was dripping down your thighs and onto the floor, your chest flushed with sweat.

You were barely able to lift your head up as he slowly pulled out of you and rested you against the counter, his lips turned up in a wide smirk. He bent down and caught some of his cum that was leaking out of you, gingerly pushing it back into your cunt until you started trembling from overstimulation.

Azriel stood back up and kissed you tenderly, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispered, “This is going to be a fun night, my little breeding bunny.”

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milfmuses · 1 year

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Pleasant Interruptions

A/N: Hiii! This is my first smut fic and I decided to write a slightly niche category. As a big tiddy squishy woman, I can’t wait for people like me to have a fun fic to enjoy! Please let me know if you like it with some comments, and feel free to suggest new ideas as well! Thank you so so much to @non-binary-frogking , @tacobyell , and @zephyr-is-tired for helping me edit it means so much!

Larissa Weems x big tiddy squishy reader

Summary: Reader has some alone time after plans change and Larissa opens the door to an unexpected surprise.

Warnings: smut, dominant Larissa, submissive Reader, fingering, oral, sex toy, masturbation

You previously emailed your coworkers and boss that you would be out of town from Friday afternoon until Sunday night, as you wanted some time to relax and maybe explore Jericho. You planned to stay at the small motel in town, but upon seeing storm clouds form while you taught classes, you sadly canceled your reservation. The final bell rang, signifying the end of your work day. You pack up your things and return to the staff dormitories. Similar to the student rooms, your door opened directly into the bedroom. The only differences are the living space and kitchenette, identical to a studio apartment, and the attached full bathroom.

Grading the last assignment your students turned in today, you stand and strip off your work clothes. Pants, a shirt, and undergarments plop into the hamper and you sink into the center of your bed. Fridays typically offer plenty of alone time, so you decide to indulge in something you’ve needed all week.

Reaching over and opening your bedside table drawer, you grab your rabbit vibrator. Once you are comfortable laying against the pillows with your legs spread and a blanket to cover your lap, you move the vibrator between your parted thighs.

Switching it on with the hold of a button, you graze the tip against your clit. With a jolt and hitch of your breath, images of a certain woman begin taking over.

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Larissa stands in front of her desk while picking up paperwork to drop by your room. She remembers the email detailing your absence on campus for the weekend, deciding on placing the papers personally in your room. She thinks back to when she ran out of coffee creamer, and you kindly offered her your own.

“Hi Larissa! Oh wow, you drink black coffee? I always have creamer handy in my fridge.”

Larissa looks up from the outdoor picnic table, a lovely fall day perfect for enjoying the quiet morning before classes. The slightly chilly air is opposed by sunbeams shining through gaps in the clouds.

“Good morning y/n, I seem to have run out of creamer so I resorted to foregoing it today. Maybe I will have to keep an extra just in case.”

She can’t help but smile at how you stand facing her, the sun hitting your hair and skin, causing a slight glow to your features. She is abruptly ripped from her trance by your voice.

“Oh don’t worry! I leave my room unlocked often since the staff wing is already behind lock and key. Feel free to stop by my room and help yourself to however much creamer you need!”

You secretly hope Larissa will come by and spend time with you. Deep within your heart, you long for the beautiful woman to see you as more than a coworker. Her sweet personality, gorgeous body, caring nature, and so much more leaves you completely and utterly infatuated with her. But she hadn’t a clue.

On the other hand, Larissa felt the same. She is your superior, but you treated each other respectfully and don’t see each other as worker and boss. You regard each other with equality and helpfulness, always doing favors for each other out of kindness. Like when you rushed to her office after lunch to bring her coffee she forgot in the break room. And when Larissa popped into your classroom to give you the freshly printed packets you left on her desk.

Larissa smiles at you gratefully, setting her cup on the table and beginning to rise from her seat.

“Thank you darling, that is quite sweet of you. I might have to take you up on that offer. I must be heading back to my office now but I will be sure to stop by in case I ever need to borrow some creamer. Have a lovely day y/n!”

“Since you will be out of town anyway, leaving the papers on your kitchen counter or living room table would be appropriate,” she muses.

Larissa’s signature heels clack against the floors, giving the woman even more height to her 6’3 figure. She enters the staff wing, walks down the long hallway past her room, and stops in front of your door. She notices your adorable name tag; a small flower is drawn on paper next to neat handwriting spelling out your name. Smiling to herself, Larissa turns the knob and pushes the door in. What she sees stuns her into a frozen state of shock.

There you are, lap covered in a plush blanket, thrusting away with something under it. Your head is lolled to the side, expression blissful with your eyes shut tight and mouth open. Larissa realizes that you are too lost in pleasure to notice her or hear her enter the room. Wet smacks of the vibrator echo throughout the air, your whimpers sending heat straight into Larissa’s face. Your breasts are slightly visible, the blanket hiding most of your skin from her view, but she can make out the stiff peaks of your nipples and the way they bounce mesmerizingly. Highly aroused, Larissa brings the papers to cover her mouth which is agape in awe. A throbbing is felt between her thighs and wetness begins to gather there.

The pace speeds up as your arm visibly quickens, and Larissa can tell you are close to orgasm. What she hears next causes her to lose all self-restraint.

“Fuck, Ris- Rissa I’m close-”

As you chase your high, you release stuttered gasps, pants, and whines. Larissa’s lust for you now outweighs all control. Any embarrassment she has from walking in on you masturbating is gone. Long, creamy thighs clench together to offer relief for her aching center. With a hushed voice, Larissa mutters to herself,

“Fuck.”

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Your eyes shoot open and your hand holds the power button for your toy to stop the vibrations immediately. Pulling the length out of you, your eyes catch the source of the voice you just heard.

Larissa. Of course, it has to be the one woman that you are secretly in love with. Remembering that you moaned out her name only seconds before, you panic. You cover your body with the blanket as fast as you can, hiding your breasts and naked body from her view. Tears threaten to fall upon your cheeks, the vulnerability of being caught in such a position making you feel ashamed and scared.

In an attempt to comfort yourself and apologize to the woman who just witnessed you pleasuring yourself, you quietly repeat, “I’m sorry,” over and over again.

“Hey darling, it’s okay. Look at me love, look at me.”

Your eyes find hers and that is when you notice her appearance. Her pupils are blown wide and her thighs are pushed together tightly as if soothing the ache between them. Red colors her cheeks and her chest heaves, trying to control her breathing.

“I thought you were out of town so I stopped by to drop off your papers. I had no idea you were here. I... I am pleased that you are, though.”

She sets the papers on your countertop and visibly takes a deep breath. Unbeknownst to you, she is gathering the courage to say what she is about to say.

“Please don’t cover yourself y/n- you are stunning. W-would you like me to help you? I know you probably weren’t expecting me to react this way, but I am flattered and absolutely dripping right now. Please- please let me help.”

Shock and relief fill you, along with excitement and happiness, knowing that the woman you wished to have a chance with is attracted to you. Still feeling vulnerable, all you do is flush and nod your consent at her offer.

Coming to the side of your bed, Larissa lowers herself down on your left. She lays on her side, propping herself up on an elbow and sees how shy you look.

“Darling, may I kiss you? You’re adorable like this. Look at those pink cheeks of yours! No need to be shy, you are safe with me. My sweet girl.”

You turn your body slightly, moving your face right before hers. Those bright red lips that you constantly dreamt of are now inches away from your own. Sky-blue eyes hold comfort and care, and your heart feels secure with trust.

“Please,” you plead.

She takes the hand that isn’t propping her up and delicately brings it to the back of your head, pushing your face to hers. Instant softness, warmth, and giddiness flood you. Her lips are pillowy and plump, heating your mouth against hers, and you whine faintly. A wide smile overtakes your face and she laughs melodiously when she feels it, pulling away to study your bashful expression with twinkling eyes. Suddenly, you see her focus on something else entirely. During the kiss, your blanket lowered to reveal the top of your breasts.

Larissa’s eyes darken with hunger. You start to get insecure since you have a larger chest than most, so your breasts are less perky or firm than smaller ones. Pulling the blanket to cover them in fear of Larissa not liking them, you pause with the blanket up to your collarbone when her hand covers yours, stopping you in your tracks.

“Now, y/n, why would you ever want to cover those? I promise you, there is no need to hide yourself from me. I have been attracted to every part of you for some time now darling, including your curves, and hoping you shared my interest in pursuing a relationship.”

Like a burst of hope and light, your heart speeds up at her admission, making your chest heat and confidence grow.

“I’m sorry Rissa, I am insecure about my body. All I ask is that you are reassuring and sweet with me so I can feel most comfortable. I trust you and you can pull the blanket down now. They might be bigger than you expected, I do my best to hide them away in my outfits.”

She brings her hand to your cheek and rubs her thumb over your skin, comforting you while giving you a tender look.

“I give you my word that I will go slow and show you how beautiful you are. My dove, how could I possibly dislike anything about you? My sweet girl, you just lay back and look pretty for me, alright sweetheart?”

With a quick nod to signify your consent, Larissa again places her hand on the blanket and lowers it.

Large, full breasts are revealed, making her mouth water and her heart race. Your nipples harden in the air and she stares at them, entranced. You have stretch marks on the upper sides and large areolas. They sag slightly from their weight, resting apart and looking soft like the perfect natural pillows.

“Oh my, look at these- I could worship them endlessly. So full and round- god, they’re huge!”

An instant blush takes over your face, neck, and upper chest. Larissa sees this and smirks knowingly, glad her praise made you feel reassured and flustered.

“Really? They aren’t… too big?”

Back is the soft gaze from the woman above you, although her dilated pupils betray her otherwise adoring demeanor. She waits patiently, ready to answer your insecurities with reassurance and honesty.

“My dear, there is no such thing as ‘too big’ and they are perfect. I’m practically drooling at the sight of them. You must know that although you try to cover them, I’ve found myself staring at your cleavage often while you aren’t looking. And now, finally seeing them is making me insanely aroused.”

You feel something unfamiliar, a hint of acceptance in yourself, but mostly pride at making Larissa feel so needy at just the sight of you. Puppy eyes filled with love stare at her stunning face. She notices, and with a grin, places a loving kiss on your lips.

“May I touch them, love?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper.

She turns her head downwards and gently cups your left breast, squeezing softly. Her eyes never leave your chest, almost glued to it, not wanting to miss a second. She lowers her head to your nipple and places light kisses on it, coaxing the bud to harden completely under her lips. Her hand drifts to your right breast and pinches your other nipple faintly, now both sensitive and standing at attention.

Peering at your face while teasing you with her lips, she sees how content you are with the attention you’re receiving, yet restless, wanting more. You look back and beg shamelessly, thankful that she is giving you the touch you’ve desired for so long.

“Please, use your mouth… need you-”

Larissa wouldn’t dare deprive you of what you deserve, nor would she want to tease you when she promised to be gentle, so she reaches her tongue out and kitten-licks your bud. She repeats the motion, drawing the faintest moans from you while your body squirms from the sensation. Your nerves enter a frenzy while warmth shoots down to your core, making your clit throb intensely. She takes your nipple into her mouth and sucks while rolling on the right one between her fingers. Back arching and moaning desperately, you become louder and push your breasts further into her touch. Now, she moves to the other nipple and before latching on, says breathlessly,

“You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, my love, they are positively delicious.”

Her mouth latches on, circling your areola with her tongue and suckling like she is addicted to your taste.

“Oh god- Rissa that feels so good,” You exclaim at her skillful mouth and fingers.

She releases your bud with a pop. Once she sees how impatient you are, with your face partly scrunched in pleasure and your eyes wide and begging silently, she hears you. Almost too quiet for her to hear, you mutter “please” nonstop, so sensitive and desperate that your words are hushed from focusing on how she feels.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’m going to take care of you. First, let me get rid of this blanket.”

You smile, but your face drops at remembering your body. Your thighs, hips, and stomach are all parts of you that you hide, insecurity is now at the forefront of your mind, and you anxiously tremble.

“Wait- Riss I’m… I’m not sure you’d want to see me. I’ve got some squishy parts like my tummy and I am very self-conscious…”

Larissa pauses, taking your cheek in her palm, and says so sweetly yet seriously,

“Darling, I promise you that no matter how you look, you’re perfect in my eyes. Besides, I like my women with curves and everything that comes with them, I find it ravishing.”

She throws you a wink but remains genuine, making you comfortable to continue.

“Okay Rissa, thank you. I trust you.”

Tender hands grasp the blanket and pull it down to reveal a slightly chubby stomach that she instantly adores and wide hips with hip dips and stretch marks, down to thick thighs with cellulite.

“Baby, you’re beyond stunning, look at how soft and curvy you are. I can’t wait to kiss and touch every inch and show how I admire all of you.”

You beam at her and she moves to kneel between your legs with her upper body, hovering above. She kisses you, starting at your lips, along your neck, between your breasts, slowly descending your stomach, and eventually just above where you throb steadily. She runs her fingertips along your sides, hips, and thighs until you shiver. Larissa looks up at you from her place between your parted thighs and finally presses her lips on your center. Her breath heats your core, and her tongue darts out to lick between your lips. The tip of her tongue nudges your clit, and your back arches, a moan slipping from your mouth. Continuing her licks and now sucking on your clit, two fingers gather your wetness and push into your entrance.

With a groan at the stretch, you look down at her, a smirk apparent on her face. She winks and starts thrusting in and out until your head falls back again, moaning deeply. She builds you up again with flicks of her tongue on your clit and a steady pace of her fingers pushing in and out. She stops suddenly, making you whine.

“Hold on love, I can’t help but give these some attention. So mesmerizing when they bounce for me.”

Larissa leans over you again to kiss, bite, and suck on your breasts. Although you are a mewling mess, you immediately notice when something presses against your entrance, and you realize that she picked up the rabbit vibrator to hold it against you. When she sucks one nipple into your mouth and tugs, she shoves the length into your sopping hole.

You gasp loudly and grip the sheets, bracing yourself as she starts fucking you at a quick pace. Your wetness makes a loud squelching sound that drives Larissa insane. She lifts her head to look at you and feels her rough pounding should be matched with praise.

“You take it so well darling, I can hear how fucking wet you are. Such a needy girl aren’t you? You look so pretty when I fuck you, I’ll have to do this as often as I can to see what a good girl you can be for me.”

You visibly quiver at her words, and they bring you closer to the edge. Larissa kisses your lips passionately, and right as she turns the vibrator on, she whispers in your ear,

“Cum for me my love, be a good girl.”

You explode and shut your eyes tight as she fucks you through your orgasm and keeps whispering praises.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good for me.”

“Good girl, make a mess.”

“So beautiful, yes baby, just like that.”

The vibrator turns off when your breathing evens out, Larissa keeping you from feeling overstimulated. You keep your eyes closed as your body fully relaxes under her. She slowly pulls the toy from inside you, and you groan slightly at becoming empty. She places the toy on the dresser atop a towel you prepared earlier and lays again on her side, propped up to view your post-orgasm state.

Your eyes are already on her, with fondness and love shining through. Larissa smiles and kisses your nose.

“You’re adorable dearest, even when you are all messy and red. Do you mind if I stay here and hold you?”

You answer promptly,

“Thank you Riss, you look gorgeous as always. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and safe. I would love it if you stay and please spend the night if you are comfortable with that.”

“I would love to… and y/n? You have nothing to be self-conscious about. If anything, you need to be prepared for how obsessed I am with your body.”

You chuckle, and she continues.

“Let me take care of you tonight and I might need to use those incredible pillows of yours to lay on while I sleep.”

You laugh again with her and decide to turn things around.

“Why don’t you get undressed so I’m not the only one naked here? Although… I don’t know if I can resist what I’ll see...”

“Oh? That won’t be a problem at all. We have plenty more to do before we sleep,” she says with a mischievous grin.

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ruiniel · 4 months

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I noticed in two of your works you wrote of a 'bond' between Alucard and his s/o, could I make a request between him and a female s/o about that specifically? Like perhaps how it came to be between them?

Thank you and no pressure ♥

Vampire-human bonding is a theme I like exploring in fiction! When a deep connection is formed with mutual consent, transcending the usual predator-prey relationship.

Alucard's character is technically not a full-fledged vampire but I'll take a creative license here.

Will incorporate this in the next few parts of 'Hidden'. Speaking of which, here's part IV (mostly fluff).

Hidden

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x fem!reader

Rating: T

Count: 1.4k

Tags & Warnings: fluff

Part I - Part II - Part III

IV. Stay

You make it up the stairway in a rush. There’s an urgency to your step, because all you had was a moment and it was not enough.

Adrian opens the doors to his chambers and enters, then turns around to gaze at you.

You close the doors behind you, leaning with your back against the hard wood. The surrounding silence, compared to the earlier commotion, gives the impression of landing in a faraway place, removed from the daily storms and weathering of humanity. Your heart thumps in your chest, your torso rises and falls from the brief but intense exertion.

There is a small, unsteady smile on his lips, one that seems to ask ‘well… what now?’

Wordless, you spring from your place and throw yourself in his arms even as Adrian’s tighten around your waist, and he spins you around a few turns, laughing softly.

He nears a couch and sits you both on it, ensuring you remain draped over him (not something you'll complain about).

You have so many things to tell him, so many questions and so many fears—the latter of which you refuse to allow purchase in your mind, but you will have to settle them at some point, you know this.

And what of him? You nuzzle his cheek, breaths slowing, enjoying the tension radiating through his muscles, the way your body fits so snugly against him. This space is removed from the direct all-encompassing light of the sun and as such your surroundings feel even more remote, even more of an escape.

“Are you… sure about this?”

Adrian’s hand stops its repeated motion of running up and down your thigh. “Considering I’d wanted to ask you to be with me weeks ago, yes. I’m quite sure, my sweet silly one.”

You scoff, but bury your nose against his neck, inhale a scent of skin that unleashes a restless heat within.

“... are you?” His question is spoken slowly, carefully, and you feel the way his throat bobs against your forehead when he swallows.

“I…” your feelings of strangeness, of inadequacy rise to the fore as you clutch at him, feeling his clothing between your fingers in a repeated, uncontrollable stim. “When I realized my changing feelings for you, I worried. I tried to smother them. When it didn’t work, I despaired—after all, who was I to you? Sure, we’d become close, and our time together was always pleasant, both intellectually and emotionally. It enriches my days.”

“But?...” His hand resumes the slow glide along your thigh and the simple intimacy of it combined with the unexpected turn of this day—you, here, in his space and in his arms—makes you so very weak.

“But… I mean…” You’re glad you don’t have to look at him. “You’re so… your family brought you up to be this wonderful, beautiful person.”

Adrian breathes through his nose, a soft blush tinting his cheekbones. “Oh, really, now…”

“You can’t deny it, Adrian. You’re quite… striking to the average eyes. And knowing you, the extent of your capabilities, well… who was I, but a fleeting soul in your path? I thought that you’d never share my feelings, and wanted—tried—to remove myself from your proximity, from your life.”

He tips your chin up then, all bashfulness gone. “It hurts to hear you speak this way.”

“But do you understand?”

He smiles no longer, his gaze saddened, lowered lashes shadowing his eyes. “I’m trying. But… it’s not as though I ever accounted for my feelings to spread like wildfire either. I never thought I’d come to a point where the mere sight of you brought so much joy, such feverish yearning. I want to be in your life.” He pauses. “If you wish it.”

Emotion grows and spreads like flowered vines inside you, spilling through your chest. “My fears got the better of me. Please…” You know what you want to say, but the words struggle to leave your mouth. “Stay in my life.”

Adrian smiles winningly, sucking on your bottom lip with a velvety ‘mmm’ that leaves you dizzy. He hoists you up in his lap with a tighter grip. “How about this? We take it slow.”

“Slow,” you repeat, palm pressed to his fast-beating heart.

Ripe light washes the valley in a warm glow as you climb, following Adrian on a barely beaten path uphill. As you’d agreed, you left your studies and daily chores for this short escape, to take some time for yourselves.

You can’t but stare as he walks ahead, a bag slung over one shoulder containing a few basic necessities and tools for your trek through nature. Your own bag is significantly smaller, but there’s not much you needed to bring. You’re on the second day of your trip, and Adrian guided you through landscapes of such beauty they left you yearning for faraway places you’ve never been. The air is breezy, balmy to your heated body.

“We’ll be there soon,” Adrian says, half turning with a smile.

“There? There… where?”

“You’ll see,” he adds, tone conspiratorial enough to make you wonder.

To your right, the lands are garbed in nature’s colors of evening, a long river with fast waters throwing itself in a long sweep at the horizon. Mountains lie sleepily beneath a westering sun, its disc glowing reddish gold.

Being here, with him, is all you need at the moment. Since your tense confession, things have changed, but it all felt so natural: the shift in the way he glances at you, the way he takes your hand or caresses you when you fall asleep tucked against him.

Your gaze moves from the scenery to Adrian’s figure, his booted feet soundless as he walks ahead with a determined grace you always found devastatingly attractive. You’re grinning stupidly, probably, but couldn’t care if the gods themselves saw it. For a few sparse times in your life you’ve taken decisions that you knew, deep down, were right for you, whether scary or complicated seeming—and this is one of those times.

It’s not a treacherous path at all, you think as you take another step. Your right foot slips just slightly over a rounded stone, and you catch yourself, hand reaching for the earthed wall to your left for leverage. You grab hold of a root, breathe in relief, and go your way.

“How are we doing?”

He keeps checking on you, and by ‘we’ of course he means ‘you’, but you can’t fault him his concern. Adrian tends to fuss over people he cares about, in that adorable, unobtrusive way of his. “We’re doing well,” you say, eyes on the harmony that is the line of his shoulders, “Very well, I’d say.”

“Hmm.”

You climb up, and up and up, and before you spreads another valley: an emerald green view, the clear eye of a lake staring back at you from below. “Is that where we’re heading? I could use a bath.”

“So could I. We’ll have the opportunity soon.” He says the last word softly, a shiver on the wind.

Certain images take their place in your imagination, much less metaphysical than before: such as, what he looks like without that shirt.

Slow, he’d said. Need pools to your core at the many meanings of that one word, and lost as you are, the ground loses your focus—you slip again, this time finding no purchase as you reach out to right yourself but tilting your body just so, evading a precarious fall.

You glance ahead at Adrian, hoping he hasn’t heard. The last thing you want is to lengthen any worries he might have, because you want to be here.

“I beg you to watch your step.”

You freeze, stopping your climb. “You… you heard?”

Adrian looks over his shoulder at you. “I'd like to avoid a repeat of that time in the library… might you want to walk in front?”

“I…” The look in his eyes is strange; something tells you he would’ve been at your side in the blink of an eye, but went to some lengths to keep to himself and not be overbearing. You appreciate it. “Sure.”

As you walk past him you’re drawn into his side with a fluid but firm grip, followed by a hasty, hot press of lips. “Not helpful,” you murmur, knees turned to mush as you fall into him.

His smile is both dangerous and beatific. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

Part V

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mojogojocasahouse · 8 months

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if you dare

Satoru Gojo x f!reader

You head out to haunted houses with Shoko, Suguru, and Satoru against your better judgment. Word Count: 934 Content: mutual crush, fluff

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“We’re all going! Just come on.”

“Yeah, don’t be a baby.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, you know. We’ll bring you back something.”

Your friends from high school—Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru—are waiting before you in stances that match their urging tones. Shoko, her hands on her hips and lollipop hanging from the corner of her mouth staring at your expectantly, Satoru off to the side with his arms crossed impatiently, gaze averted, and Suguru, a warm smile on his face as you contemplated taking him up on his offer to decline.

“Haunted houses aren’t really my thing—“ you begin in defense, Satoru’s loud groan cutting you off.

“Get in the caaaaaar,” he nags again, opening his long, slender arm out towards his sleek, black sedan waiting by the curb, “I’ll bring you home if it means we can get there before the sun rises.”

“You don’t mean that, do you Satoru?” Suguru asks with a playful yet knowing lilt in his tone.

“Yeah, Satoru,” Shoko adds in a similar cadence, “You wouldn’t want to go without our friend, would you?”

It’s a perturbed grunt that replies, followed by Satoru getting into the driver’s seat to stew, the door slamming as he shoves his knees beneath the steering wheel.

“It’ll be fun,” Suguru reassures once again, “Plus, they have the best sweets.”

“It’ll be worth it,” Shoko tacks on, and with that you find yourself tucked in the back of the car beside Shoko, Satoru and Suguru prattling on about who, besides you, will be the one to scream first on the drive.

With your eyes pinched shut you follow Shoko as Satoru led the way through three of the haunted houses, your heart hammering and tears pricking at your eyes as the jump scares continue. Little did you know, the spooks don’t stop once you enter the open air, and as you breathe a sigh of relief and bring the soda Suguru just purchased for you to your lips, a ghoulish face pops out at your right, causing you to scream and spill the caramel liquid all down your front.

“Oh, you were so scared,” Satoru wheezes through his raucous laughter, Suguru handing you a handful of napkins to try and clean your shirt off with, “You should have seen your face!”

“It’s not funny!” you shriek, throwing your practically empty cup at him all for him to dodge it, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Lighten up. That’s what we’re here for, geez.”

After some serious convincing from Shoko, you find yourself once again standing in a line waiting for yet another traumatizing experience. This time, Suguru led the way, Satoru bringing up the rear. It goes like every other, until a dead silence falls over the space, a flash of light and snarling roar sounding from right beside you as a figure leapt out, forcing you to turn with a blood curdling scream and bury your face into the first person you can reach.

Satoru. You can tell it’s him just from the sweet, arid smell that fills your nostrils. You're pressing against him so tightly your heart is hammering against his torso, your face nestling into the soft material of his hoodie as you try to regulate the pathetic little gasps of air you’re forcing down, your head spinning from sheer lack of oxygen and panic.

“You’re really that scared, huh?” Satoru’s tone is oddly gentle and concerned. “C’mon. Before they leap out at you again.”

Where you expected a little push to your back urging you forward after you’d turned to head back through the terrors that await, instead two large hands gently grip around your hips, his front pressing tightly to your back as you take a step forward as his feet follow your path.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers, his breath on the shell of your ear sending a shiver down your spine, “Let me lead the way.”

“So you can stop me right in front of a monster?” you grumble, but he only laughs in response.

“Guess you’ll just have to trust me. Or find out what’s up there by yourself.”

You feel the cool night air on your face when his soft voice tells you to open your eyes. Shoko and Suguru stood a few feet ahead, trying and failing to look engrossed in a conversation and definitely not staring at you and Satoru, his hands still wrapped around your hips and lips hovering near your ear.

“We’ve got two more!” Shoko called, “C’mon!”

“But I’m hungry!” Satoru whines as he straightens to his full height, “You said we could get some mochi after that one!”

“Fine! But hurry up.”

Satoru had already pinpointed his stand of choice upon arrival, and he excitedly leads the way through the crowd. He can see you slowing down as you pass through the same area as before, and while your eyes dart around in panic, you feel two long fingers toy with the hem of your jacket sleeve and tap against your wrist.

Without a second thought you slide your palm into his, entwining your fingers as his hand completely swallows yours, his skin warm and soft. Bright blue eyes peer back at you from behind his dark sunglasses, the corner of his mouth ticking into a satisfied smirk, and for a moment you consider wrenching away, this has to be a trick, a tease, a prank…

“Stay…” his voice is muffled in the quiet plea as you give in to your intrusive thoughts and tug, his grip tightening for a moment before loosening enough to still give you the option to free yourself from his hold, “Please.”

Request Gojo Drabbles!

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my-moonagedaydream · 4 months

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Excepts from the first three chapters of my jegulus coffee au fic that make me scream

Chapter 1 - Rise and Shine Love

“Meanwhile, as the clock neared 8:00 am James tried taking someone's order but stared at the person. They were gorgeous. Their eyes shone in the light from the windows, they held themselves with such grace it was captivating. You would think James was watching someone launch a rocket ship into space with the look on his face.” (James you’re very obvious)

“You’re fucking kidding, you’re James Potter?”

“Oh, so you know me?” James asks smiling even higher

“Of course I know you, my brother talks about you like you’re a god.” “

“James’ face tingled and he knew he may burn those who flew too close. But he was far too careless to even fathom Regulus being one of those people.

Although when Regulus sent that text he knew he may be flying too close, but not close enough. He had to try harder this time.”

Chapter 2 - Runners High (the song by MUNA)

“Oh, what would Regulus be wearing? Oh, screw it he would look good in anything what was he thinking?” (James babe…)

“oh but Sirius is going to look so good tonight. He sent me a photo of the outfit he’s wearing tonight and I nearly left work early. Sorry James…” (Remus honey we know you’re in love with him)

“Oh, Regulus looked good. So damn good. How was James going to get him? God James was screwed. He was reaching so far out of his comfort zone but god, he had to try didn’t he?”

“That stupid smile. God, how could he look so good? How is Sirius friends with all the hot people? First Remus and now James? He really needs to get out more and find his own hot people.” (Reg babe you have hot friends too)

“After all he had been heartbroken and what else does a heartbroken teenage boy do than write poetry and song lyrics?”

“I mean I wrote more than half of their songs, half of which are absolute hits. If you think I’m prideful, you’ve seen nothing.”

Chapter 3 - Sunlight (yes like the hozier song)

“That was until Regulus Black walked through those doors ready to wreck James from the inside out. His steps never faltered but boy did James’ heart. “

“His name rolled off James’ tongue as if he was toying with it.”

“Regulus finally looked at James and caught his eyes. They were glowing like sunlight. Like the light hit them perfectly and made them shine just enough so it never outshone the sun.”

“That nice ass smile James loved so much. “

“Did Regulus have a lover? Oh probably. He’s the prettiest person known to man, of course, someone already hit him up.”

“It was heavy in symbolism but James knew something was hiding even further than the between the lines. It was hiding in the depth of the lyrics where nobody except Regulus would understand. “

“James said his name like it was honey that just melted off his tongue.”

“Some people walk with a pep in their step but regulus? He walked with pure assertiveness. Despite the aura surrounding him, his eyes lit up the moment he looked at James. It was almost like he’d found sunlight after years in a dark cave. “

That’s it the fic is called The Secret to the Sun and the Stars (my username on ao3 is PH4N70M) have a great day :)

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #evan rosier #coffee shop au #marauders #harry potter

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mikeyss1ut · 1 year

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Thank you for telling me. Now my request.

Wednesday and her gf get into a fight. She's cold as always but WAY meaner and cold as ice, gf tries talking to her in class or out in the hall? Brushed off, ignored. (But lowkey hoping y/n begs for forgiveness, even if it wasn't her fault) but to her surprise, y/n goes "fine whatever!" And gives her the same rude attitude.

They ignore each other until Wednesday breaks..

Can't think of anything? I'll understand don't worry!

- 🌻

I did not see this my precious sun flower I miss you dearly you have not returned home in a while. It’s been way to long that I haven’t spoken to you . Do feel free to speak to me again my love.

“Wednesday, please I swear I didn’t mean to tell them about us! You know it was an accident!” You cried

“Listen, I did not want those ruin imbeciles knowing about us because then we will end up on a pointless provision post on some social network app with abnormal humans praying on our rise or downfall. And I don’t want that you ruined it now. Stay away from me we could have made this work if your soul sucking soul didn’t have to be so needy to me. Which honestly if the buckled shoe fits y/n your so love all the time it disturbs me and crushes bones in my body I didn’t know existed. Leave.” Wednesday said. No emotion which when she was taking to you she at least had some form of emotion. She was colder than ice saying that statement tears dripped down your frame as you ran out. She didn’t mean it , it didn’t hit her that everything she said was a lie to make you hurt or beg until you walked out. And for a second she felt - sad?

The next day she ignored you even though she wanted to talk to you . She was trained that way and she was never gonna be . That was just that.

You, sweet innocent you even stayed getting mad. How dare she not respond to you after being nice about it and even trying to be nice to Wednesday after the names and things she said and called you.

You ignored her for days. Until Wednesday couldn’t handle it anymore. That’s saying something.

She wasn’t sure what to say?

“I’m sorry.”

No she doesn’t say sorry.

“It’s my fault.”

It was her fault but in a way it wasn’t. She couldn’t say that.

“I love you.”

No. No way to lovey for her .

Screw it say whatever comes to your mind when you see her again.

She knocked on your dorm. You opened. Then closed it again. Wednesday began to walk away but she was done avoiding you when she loved you as much as she did . It was that moment she knew what to say.

She walked back to the door. But didn’t knock.

“Y/n? I know that you don’t want to talk to me right now. But I’m not sure I can live without you. I lay in bed at night cold, colder than usual from knowing I no longer have you in my life. There’s a void in my heart that needs your space. Your hugs when I let you. You ranting on to me about things I don’t care about until you care about it. I don’t know what to do without those little things I enjoy about you. I still have your necklace you gave me. The blood vile necklace I hold on to it when I think of the possibilities of what I would be doing if I was with you at that moment.” She says. She cringes at what she says but still does not regret it.

You open the door and for the first time in your life and hers.

She hugged you.

This is iffy for me I feel like I didn’t write Wednesday well but I don’t care. Also if your read my other Wednesday fics you might have caught onto the blood vile necklace You gave Wednesday in my other one shots<3333

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday fluff #wednesday angst #wednsday addams #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams hc #wednesday addams series #wednesday addams fluff #Wednesday Addams angst #Wednesday Addams argue ment

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candeathbereal · 1 year

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My opinions on some of the Venus signs

(Those included are Aries, Gemini, Leo, Virgo, and Libra)

Here we go folks

Let’s start with Aries Venus. Now I myself am an Aries Venus and I have only this to say really. I love us, like friendship wise love an Aries Venus. Now I can't really say anything relationship wise besides what I am like in a relationship cause I haven't dated another Aries Venus. Now I think I would enjoy dating an Aries Venus simply because we are usually blunt when it comes to the ways of the heart. Deadass I have started dating and broke up with someone all in the same day, but I also have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for almost four years now. The one thing I have stayed consistent on is that I got into those relationships with a blunt sense of "I like you, do you like me back and if so let's start dating. You are mine and I am all yours. And if you don't want an exclusive relationship tell me exact what you want or else I will lose interest in you." If you don't give me the answer of your feelings about me then...what are we even doing right now? Anyways moving on...

Gemini Venus

Now I have both dated and been friends with Gemini Venuses. I love air placements like my only problem I usually have with them is that sometimes they will allow people invade their space (but I don't know if that has to do with other placements so yeah) I have told some people off for my Gemini Venus friends because one time my friend seemed so fucking stressed with someone so naturally I got a little impulsive. I think I am just proud of myself for not fighting them. Yes that is something to be proud of because honestly I don't wanna fight people. I might get a little carried away with it.

Leo Venus

Imma keep this one short...as a Leo rising and basically a fire dominant person. I love most if not all Leo placements. Leo suns are my only exception and that depends on the moon sign of the person. I wonder sometimes if I have problems with every Leo sun Taurus moon with a Virgo mercury or if it was just a coincidence that two different people have those placements and I wanted to fight and cut them out of my life...

Virgo Venus

I love Virgo Venus like it might be my Virgo moon and sometimes I get a conjunction with a Virgo Venus but ehh. Virgo Venus just tend to be people who don't think they are enough as a person for other people to like them so they will do stuff for you when they really care about you. And when I mean do stuff for you it's more like they will do stuff for others because they might believe they can't rely on others and/or for validation and love from others, but when they love someone they are doing stuff (for love and validation probably still) out of a way to give back to what you have done for them even if you feel like you haven't really done much of anything. For instance, they made you dinner because you gave them toast before they left for work in the morning. It's a odd thing sometimes bruh anyways moving on.

Libra Venus

A libra placement that is all about harmony and balance shocking I know. Anyway I feel like some people assume libra is non-confrontational like Pisces or cancer. Like bruh water signs are just passive and/or non-confrontational because of their possible mommy issues. Libra and Aries are sister signs, and have you met sisters where one is completely submissive and the other is completely aggressive. I like to think of Libra as non-confrontational like Gemini, Aquarius, and Taurus combined. Libras will try to keep up a nice face like the air sign that they are because realistically they try to keep a little bit detachment when it comes to conflict. But they rule Venus like Taurus does...and as someone who has a good amount of Taurus family and friends. Are Taurus seen as non-aggressive? Libra is avoiding conflict because they know it isn't worth it because unlike my Aries ass, they know how much they affect people with their actions and words. Anyways take that energy to a relationship and it isn't too bad unless their Venus is badly aspected and/or other placements in their chart in something like maybe Scorpio or Capricorn (especially moon). Because bruh then they become far more passive aggressive or stubborn about shit bruh...just from my experience Scorpio and Capricorn have issues with conflict from a more emotional standpoint.

Anyways that's all I have for now. Sorry if this seemed a bit random but honestly it's just how I talk most times. Especially by myself because oof bruh

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luimagines · 2 years

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Wars fluff wars fluff wars fluff wars fl-

Ask and you shall receive. Prepare for the cute.

Side note- I wrote this as romantic and more or less implied established relationship. Not sure if that was ok or not but I’m running with it.

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“You’re cute.”

“Thank you. I woke up like this.”

Small quiet giggles transpired between you two as you talk quietly. Warrior was up with you as you took the last watch. Warrior rises before the sun on the daily so try as you might to convince him to go back to sleep, if only for a little while longer, he refused.

You smile and look at the young man in front of you. “You’re quiet charming.”

“Thank you Darling. Tell me something I don’t know.” Warrior winks.

You laugh a little louder. Lowering your voice to a whisper, you lean closer to him. “You’re impossible, you know that? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Why?” He says genuinely with a boyish smile on his face. “I like your laugh.”

A gentle blush crawls onto your face. You shake your head and sigh. You keep your voice quiet. “What on earth am I going to do with you?”

“I can think of a few things.” Warrior leans in as well. He’s smirking ever so slightly.

This excites you and you lean in closer. This impromptu game of chicken was always one of your favorites. “Well then enlightening me, Captain. Say it.”

Warrior’s smirk widens and he leans in even closer. Your noses brush ever so slightly. Teasing you, Warrior runs his nose against yours, only breaking eye contact for a second to dip down to your lips. “There’s are easier ways to show it than simply say it.”

“You say that-” You lean in closer until just an inch or two of space remains in between you both. You can feel his gentle breath on your cheeks and you’re sure he can feel yours as well. “But you don’t step up to my little challenge. You scared, Hero?”

Warrior chuckles and you can feel the vibrations of it in your chest. Or is it that your heart actually skipped the beats with the sound? You can’t tell.

“I’m not scared.” Warrior replies. He takes a moment to tilts his head, closing his eyes as he leaves a little trail of delicate and tantalizing butterfly kisses from the corner of your mouth to your cheeks, back down your jaw.

Enchanted by the spell, your own eyes flutter until they’re closed. “You’re teasing me.”

“You’re fun to tease.” He responds easily.

You bite your lip to keep from responding. There has to be a way to shut him up. You can think of one but that would mean losing the game.

Warrior has his fill with one side and he drifts off to the other side to do the same. It gets very hard to breath all of a sudden.

“Good grief.” Legend breaks the quiet with an annoyed and tired tone. “Either kiss them or stop flirting. It’s too early for this.”

The other boy flops back onto his bed without acknowledging either of you anymore. He is intent on trying to get as much sleep as he can before he’s more or forced to get up again.

Both of you break out of the moment and look to him in shock. He says nothing else and the space turns quiet again. With a gulp, you pull away- ready to take the loss of the game before Warrior’s hand reaches out to cup your cheek, drawing you back in. He places his lips against yours.

Suddenly, your breath returns to you all at once in one incredible, dizzying moment. Your eyes struggle to focus afterwards on the scenery. The only thing you can make out with Warrior’s stupid smirk and his mesmerizing blue eyes.

“You win.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu warriors #it's shorter than I anticipated #but I hope this is ok!

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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Autophobia:

the extreme fear of being alone.

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Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings:

- angst

Inspired by a scene from the movie ‘6 years’

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You and Joseph had fallen in love years ago, and quickly at that. What’s the saying? That things that move fast tend to crash and burn? You’d never believed that. Always believing that if the love were real, anything could last.

This morning you woke up, the breeze flowing in from the open balcony doors. The sun just coming from above the horizon. You reach out to cold and empty sheets, panic setting in your chest.

You’d been this way for years, afraid of being left, afraid of being alone; it had come from your early childhood of being abandoned by your mother, and your father not long after. Then after that by every man you’d ever found yourself falling for; except for him.

Joseph had always been patient with you, comforting you when his job would take him away for extended periods of time; listening as you’d cry over the phone about how much you’d missed him. Nothing ever seemed to work, your dire need to never be left hadn’t ceased.

Stepping out of bed, you make your way to the balcony, spotting Joseph at the end of it smoking a cigarette. You quietly step over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He flicked the cigarette, looking down at your arms around him.

“I’d thought you left.” You whisper, eyes closed as you held on to him. “Why would you think that?” He says, plainly. “The bed was empty.” You tell him, and he removes your hands from around him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him, softly; heart racing in your chest. He shakes his head, “Nothing, just want to be left alone for a bit. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” He still hasn’t looked at you, eyes trained on the rising sun.

You look at your feet, “Have I done something?” He sighs deeply, shaking his head. “No, I just need to think for a bit, okay?” He sounds a bit aggravated this time, but you’re too scared to think about it.

“Do you still love me?” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. He tosses his cigarette before running his fingers through his hair, frustration apparent.

“(Y/N), please! Stop this! I’ve never given you any indication in the last 5 years we’d been together that I do not love you. You keep doing this to me, like if I’m not with you all of the time you’re just gonna fall apart! Like if I’m not directly beside you, it means I am leaving you. When I’m not!” He sounds exasperated, almost pleading with you through his agitation.

You gasp, eyes going wide. “I don’t know what to tell you.. I-I’m just scared to lose you..” You stutter out, holding back tears as you step closer to him. You reach out to touch him but he steps back, walking past your gesture.

“Where are you going?” Panic is evident in your voice as you follow him back inside. “I told you, I need to think.” He groans, his hands against the sides of his head.

“Just talk to me.” You plead, voice shaky. He turns to face you, and he’s never looked at you the way he is now.

“I’m asking you for space, (Y/N). I asked you for space 2 weeks ago, I asked you for some space 1 month ago. Why is it that you can never respect it? Not even in the slightest.” He explains, eyes wide and watery.

You stare at him, on the verge of breaking. “Do you still want to be with me?” He runs his hands through his hair.

“I don’t know..” He mumbles, turning away again. You reach out, grabbing his shoulder.

“What do you mean you don’t kn-“ You’re cut off by him whipping back around, and you jump back from him.

“I mean I don’t know! Okay? It is exhausting being with someone who is so fucking needy!” He yells, reaching his breaking point.

You stare, wide eyed, jaw dropped. All the panic rushes into anger and you push him. “I don’t fucking need you! So get out!” It’s his turn to be wide eyed, shocked at your sudden outburst.

Tears rush down your face as he moves past you, and you sit down against the wall of the kitchen. You sob as you see him throwing things into a suitcase; anger written on his face.

You reach out for him as he walks past you, stumbling to your feet. “Wait! No, Joseph, please! Please don’t go!” He ignores your pleas, making his way out the door and slamming it behind him.

Silence fills the empty apartment as you stare at the door. You stand for what seems like hours waiting for him to come back, but he doesn’t. The realization washing over you like a melancholic tsunami. It’s really over..

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#joseph quinn #angst #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x reader #stranger things #eddie munson

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dear-mrs-otome · 2 years

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Silvio Ricci - Main Story - Chp 11

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English.

Also P.S. I am just making up Gilbert's weird nicknames as I go, on a whim. Please do not take them seriously.

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It’s early in the morning, before the sun’s finished rising, when the chime of jingling is heard headed towards a quiet deserted part of the palace. Silvio pushes open the door (which is too grandiose AKA heavy to kick) and enters. It’s quiet and tranquil inside the space only used for special occasions…but that peace doesn’t last, because Silvio comes storming in, radiating silent fury.

He makes his way up the nave lined with pews to the lectern at the front, where Gilbert is poised as if to disrespect God.

He laughs as Silvio approaches. “In a bit of a foul mood today, aren’t we?”

An angry Silvio tells him he was way off mark about the woman, kicking the podium in frustration. But Gilbert is unperturbed by the fit of pique, and says that Jade has even rougher family circumstances than Belle, so he can’t blame anyone.

“Oh, and I suppose you had nothing to do with their family mess,” Silvio says caustically.

Gilbert only seems amused, and laughs off the accusation, pointing out that he doesn’t have to make any messes for Jade - they’ve got enough sordid family affairs of their own already, don’t they? He was just making a bit of use of it - and besides, Silvio stepped in and interrupted their dour pal didn’t he?

“I’m just fed up with your nasty methods,” Silvio argues. “Supposing she chooses to be an Obsidian spy to hide her identity as Belle…”

“Of course Mr. Gloomies….or no, I’m afraid the ‘beast’ that he keeps would not be so quiet about it, would he?” He point out that any hint of being associated with Obsidian would imply that here was a secret agreement between Rhodolite and Obsidian, which would spell out bad news for Jade. “Which is probably why he got a bit rough trying to get information out of Miss Bunny, right?”

The air in the chapel ripples with fury again, and Sivio levels a fierce stare at those impassive red eyes. “I. Don’t like the way you do things.”

“So you don’t want to work with me?” Gilbert asks.

Silvio agrees and is ready to be done with all this, but Gilbert stops him and reminds him he’s not someone to just brush aside - there’s only two options for him here where Gilbert is concerned. He can work with Gilbert, or he can be forced to work with Gilbert.

At Silvio’s wary confusion, Gilbert laughs. “You don’t know what that means?” He jumps off the dais and points his cane at Silvio’s throat, before Silvio has time to react. “Mr. Gloomy questioned Miss Bunny, and you helped her - that’s all going just how I’d planned.” Silvio looks surprised, and Gilbert goes on. “Because I have no intentions of hurting Miss Bunny.”

Silvio scoffs with derision at the very idea of Gilbert saying something like that, huffing with irritation and grabbing the cane.

“I don’t lie. But…depending on just what you do, I may have to turn my heart into a beast,” Gilbert warns.

“Ha, so that’s it,” Silvio says. “You sicced that dour bastard on her not to try and corner her - it's a threat meant for me.”

When Silvio shoves the cane away, Gilbert doesn’t resist - merely lowers it and smiles. “You saved Miss Bunny, so I’d say the threat proved effective.” In the face of Silvio’s silence Gilbert tells him he’ll give Silvio a little more time to consider things, but he’d best hurry. “Actually…you don’t have much time at all.”

A scowling Silvio tries to ask him what he means by that, but Gilbert only laughs and plays innocent before leaving on a loaded smile without looking back.

As soon as he’d gone, Silvio slams his fist into the nearby lectern. “What kind of bullshit...” he snarls to the empty chapel. “There’s no way that woman can be any threat against me, damn it!”

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In Emma’s room, Rio has brought her breakfast and her schedule for the day to look over, the same as every morning since she came to the court. Although this morning there’s a difference in that she’s wearing the collar again - noticing it jingle slightly as she reaches for her tea.

Rio is, as one might imagine, less than thrilled to see it and offers to find her some other accessory for the day, but she declines since 1) it’ll keep Silvio happy and 2) she’s gotta cover up the marks he left last night. She’s vowing to herself to never let that happen again…when her traitor brain replays the moment when he had pointed out the expression she’d been making.

She’s never gonna let that happen again. Never ever EVER. But her face is heated without her permission, and she takes a sip of tea to cover it up.

Rio points out that she can just not wear the collar, it’s not like she has to see Silvio, right?

But she says no, that’s not exactly the case, and she remembers she’d forgotten to fill Rio in on the deets of last night.

“Did Silvio threaten you?!” Rio asks, aghast at the thought of him having some leverage on her.

She says that’s not true, thinking of Silvio’s comments last night about how she had a duty to show him what was good about her country to prove to him it was worth maintaining the alliance, and she gives Rio a brief rundown on the whole conversation.

Only for him to collapse to his knees when she’d finished, wailing how Silvio had used such underhanded means to try and keep Emma stuck with him. Clearly he’s just made up some excuse to force her to entertain him.

Honestly, he’s probably right, she thinks. But… “I wanted to do it.”

‘Why?” Rio asks.

“I don’t hate Silvio as much as I used to,” is her plain explanation, that has Rio stunned. “And, well, look. He helped me out the other day, didn’t he? I want to thank him properly for that.”

There’s absolutely no other reason, she reminds herself. Right?

She tells Rio that starting tomorrow, she wants time set aside to entertain Silvio, and he looks worried. Places a hand on her head to check for a fever, and points out that she doesn’t seem to have one …but her face is kind of flushed.

“Y-you’re just imagining things!” she splutters, jumping back. Only to clasp her hands together beseechingly. “Pleeeeaaase, Rio?”

She knows he basically controls her schedule, and if he refuses it’ll be almost impossible to find the time.

Rio assures her he can’t ever tell her no, he’s her loyal-as-a-doggo butler. Smiling as he usually does, but she can see the worry written all over his gaze. “But…can I come along so we entertain Silvio together? So that he won’t try and mark you again.”

She agrees and tells him it’ll be reassuring to have him along, thanking him. Certain that if Rio’s along, Silvio won’t try anything untoward. “Let’s both make Prince Silvio fall in love with Rhodolite!”

Rio smiles, noting how cute she is when she’s all fired up. “But…” His smile sobers, a shadow falling over his expression. “I hope it’s Rhodolite he falls in love with.”

She asks what he means by that, and Rio exclaims that she has to be careful - she’s quite the charmer! When she only seems bemused, he waves it off and urges her to finish her breakfast.

That’s crazy talk, she thinks. How would that tyrant ever fall in love with her.

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This is how Operation Impress Silvio begins.

On the first day, they take him to a bar to sample some of the liquor highly recommended by Leon and Jin. To say that Silvio is less than pleased to see Rio along would be an understatement, but Rio blithely plays innocent - until Emma is forced to step in and bring their attention back to the purpose at hand before a fight breaks out.

“This is a favorite of Prince Leon and Prince Jin,” she tells Silvio as she pours him a measure of rose wine and urges him to taste it.

He lifts the glass with his usual elegance-belies-the-tyranny manners, and takes a sip. “Hm? Can’t argue that it’s a top-notch drink.”

Triumphantly, she tells him he can only sample this delicious rose wine in Rhodolite, but he points out that he could simply buy the distiller and probably make it in Benitoite too. That shuts her up, and he looks amused. “Not quite enough to make the grade, eh?”

“Of course I didn’t think I’d win you over with just this,” she counters. “The real show starts now!”

Silvio grins. “Heh…so you say. I hope all that bravado doesn’t end up being just for show.” He reaches out and ruffles her hair, and while it’s a bit of a pain to have her hairstyle messed up…she can’t say she dislikes it. To her own surprise.

Rio merely watches on in silence.

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On day 2, she takes Silvio to the hillside overlooking the city, saying how she knows he was just there the other day but this is her and Rio’s favorite place.

Rio agrees that it’s the best - drinking delicious juice and walking around town. “Thats why, being the ever-so-competent person that I am, I brought some juice for Prince Silvio. Recommended by Prince Clavis himself, it’s ‘super spicy’ and if you drink it you’ll be invigorated -”

A frowning Silvio states that Rio doesn’t seem interested in actually entertaining him at all, grabbing his head when Rio gleefully pulls out the juice.

Amidst Rio’s ows, Emma steps in, calling Silvio’s attention to the delicious looking juice she has.

“Give me a drink, woman,” Silvio commands, and she echoes him blankly. “I’m too busy cracking this guy’s head open. I can’t do it myself.”

As Rio’s protesting, she agrees to if Silvio will stop trying to crush Rio. She sticks a straw in the juice and hastily puts it in Silvio’s mouth, and his annoyed expression breaks into a smile. “Definitely pretty decent, yeah.”

She’s lost for a second in the sight of his soft smile, before slapping herself out of it. She’s not about to start going all mooney-eyed over him or anything.

And Rio watches on, saying nothing.

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On the third day, they’re in the gardens.

“Rhodolite is famous for having the most beautiful roses on the continent,” Emma says. “Today we’re going back to our roots and taking a tour of the gardens!”

Silvio starts to complain about not being interested in something crappy - before breaking off. “Hey, you damned butler! Don’t pinch my hand!”

Rio plays innocent, and swears up and down he’d never do such a thing, earning Silvio’s ire before Emma has to referee. Again. She change the subject abruptly and says she heard from Yves and Licht that there was a SEKRIT gazebo in the far back of the gardens.

“Apparently it was built by the king many generations ago for the sole purpose of trysts with his queen,” she explains. “Now there’s no one left to use it. Doesn’t that make your heart swoon a little? I can’t wait!”

“You’re the only one who can’t,” Silvio grumbles.

Ignoring him, she finds the gate hidden beneath thick ivy and unlocks it with the key Sariel had given her, and Rio throws the door open. She’s awestruck by the vivid garden beyond - more wild, less tamed than the tidy roses out on the main grounds, but their bright blooms surround the antiquated gazebo in splashes of color. And maybe because it’s a place people seldom come in or out of, the perfume of roses dances softly on the air as she walks around.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she breathes, delighted. “It really does feel like a secret place only a few special people know about.”

Rio sighs wistfully. “Emma’s smile is so pretty, I wish I could keep it in a painting. Don’t you agree, Prince Silvio-”

Rio looks over and startles at the sight of silent, blushing Silvio. “...Prince Silvio?”

Excitedly, Emma notices that the path continues on behind the pavilion. “We’ve got permission to explore, so let’s see where it goes!”

“Hold up, don’t just go charging off ahead on a path all overgrown like that!” Silvio calls after her. (coughworrywartcough)

And on a long silence, Rio watches.

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On the fourth day, she cooks for him.

“What’s this?” Silvio asks, looking over the dish before him in his room, and Emma explains that it’s a fricassee, a specialty of Rhodolite home cooking.

She’s feeling pretty good about the one she and Rio have whipped up here as she says she’d heard from Nokto that Silvio was interested in comfort fare like this.

“You’re the only one who’d want me to eat something so plain looking,” Silvio says, and an indignant Rio says it’s a delicacy - but if he doesn’t want it he’ll go find Silvio a ‘royal’ meal right now.

“Hey, don’t try and take it away! I never said I wouldn’t eat it!” Silvio protests.

He lifts the plate and stands up to avoid Rio’s grabby hands, spooning a bite into his mouth. “Huh…so this is what ‘home cooking’ tastes like.”

“How is it?” Emma asks anxiously.

Silvio grins. “Pretty decent for an amateur.” Rio reminds him that what his mistress is looking for is a definitive whether it tastes good or not, and Silvio sobers a bit. “It doesn’t taste bad, I suppose.”

“Not ‘delicious’?!” Rio prompts.

“...I’m not going to not eat it again,” Silvio tsundere-hedges still.

“Really?” Emma asks. “Then I’ll make another home-cooked Rhodolite meal for you.” Silvio says he’ll give her some time to make dinner then in that case so she’d best work hard to please him, which she turns right back around. “And you’d better practice so you can just say it’s delicious honestly next time.”

“...Saucy, aren’t we,” he fires back, setting her off into a flurry of protests as he starts mussing up her hair.

Rio, watching on, holds his tongue…but lets out a heavy sigh.

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Day five rolls around…and over breakfast Emma is musing aloud what sort of thing they should entertain Silvio with today. This morning meeting has become her new daily routine, and as she sips her tea she ponders plans in her head.

But there's no reply from Rio, until she calls his name questioningly and he snaps back to attention. "Ah! Sorry…sorry, it was nothing."

She wonders to herself what's up with him. He seems to be zoning out like that a lot lately, and it's only been getting worse. She'd been determined to wait and let him talk when he felt ready to, about whatever is weighing on his mind, but she's beginning to wonder if she should broach the subject with him anyways.

Just as she's dithering over that, a soft knock sounds at the door. "Pardon me. It's Prince Keith…might I have a moment of your time?"

Surprised, she exchanges a glance with Rio and takes a deep breath to loosen the tension that had stiffened her body. She gives the okay and Rio opens the door - but Keith remains hovering on the threshold, not entering.

Then he drops into a bow so genteel and elegant it blows her away. "I am so very, very sorry about the other day!" he exclaims, leaving Rio and Emma stunned. "I'm certain there's no apology that can make up for it, but I would like to offer you one regardless. You are free to beat me up all you wish!"

"Please stand up, Prince Keith!" an agitated Emma asks. "...And Rio, put your hand down."

As she restrains Rio before he can throw a punch, she urges Keith to straighten up. He seems a completely different person than last time, with genuine sincerity shining in his golden eyes.

Emma tells him she's over it, and Keith notes how she very kind she is. Rio warns him it'd better never happen again, and an earnest Keith assures him it won't.

"In addition…I'd like to give you this as a gesture of apology," Keith offers, to both Rio and Emma's surprise.

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Silvio's 2nd Letter

I'll say some good things, so read this.

Your hosting hasn't been too bad lately. The only thing I don't get is why every time you come to host, it's always with that shitty dog…but leaving that aside, what you're doing has gotten a million times better. I especially liked the rose fricassee. You should definitely make it again. And give me some of your other home cooking - of course, made by you, right? If it's Rhodolite home-cooking, that means it's something that only you can make. That's the flavor I want, so don't let anyone else cook for me. ……Also, don't let the damn dog help you make it. Call me rather than cook alone with him. I'll help you out a bit. Keep up the good work, Hostess.

~ Silvio Ricci

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 9 months

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Just a Little Side-Quest, Part Three: GRIEF, a TMA x Malevolent series taking place in the Dark World

Egg storms. God-eating monsters. Mysterious machines. The Dark World responds to minds and hearts in a way no one can predict, and sometimes, even with a baby god on their side, harm still happens.

That doesn't mean it all has to be bad. Today, it starts bad, though. Boy, does it ever.

Just a Little Side-Quest: part three of A TMA x Malevolent crossover taking place in the Dark World. Spoilers for the entirety of TMA. Spoilers up to part 35 of Malevolent.

AO3

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“Who is dreaming eggs?” Martin cried. He didn’t dodge quickly enough, and lukewarm horror splattered him from behind. “Oh, gross!”

“Keep moving, keep moving!” Jon shouted, dragging him with a fist around his denim suspender. “Arthur! Follow my voice!”

I can’t fucking see! John bellowed, because the first bomb had landed egg all over Arthur’s face.

“This way! This way!” Jon cried.

Arthur was good at following voice commands, and he kept up.

It had been like this for nearly an hour. The rising sun brought a storm of eggs. Huge eggs. Massive eggs. Eggs the size of lorries, splattering everything with sulfuric goo and sticky, gelatinous white, and the only thing there was to do was run.

They’re aiming for us, I swear!

“No, she’s weeping!” Jon said, which made no sense to anybody. “Follow! This way! This way! It’s going… godsdamn it, that’s not east anymore, but it was, but it’s going that way , so we go this way!”

“East changes?” Martin’s voice cracked. Then he started spitting; some of it had gotten into his mouth.

“Keep going! ”

What else could they do?

Eggs hit with the power of grenades, denting the earth, shell-shrapnel flying. All three runners understood that they didn’t really have bodies, that they couldn’t die, that receiving injury made no sense—but they felt like they might be cut and bled, or brained by eggs, or choked in goo, and so they ran.

“Damn this place!” Arthur snarled.

“Here! Down here!” And Jon did the unthinkable: he abruptly darted right and into the Chasm.

Martin screamed. “Jon!”

“Right here!” Jon called, his hand waving above the sharpened edge. “Here! There’s a ledge!”

Why would a ledge in a hole help anyone? John bellowed, but Arthur was already scrambling down.

Martin made a small sound. He couldn’t see them. Jon’s hand seemed to be sticking up out of pure shadow.

Then so did Jon’s head. “Martin.” He reached. “Come to me.”

Martin met his eyes and did. He reached, and was pulled down.

The eggs did not penetrate. They did not even hit the Chasm. There had to be some horrible reason for that, but none of them had the mental space left to figure it out.

“I am so… sticky,” Arthur moaned.

John kept flexing the fingers on his left hand, breaking the strings of goo trying to dry between them. So… this is sort of like the Dreamlands.

“The what?” said Martin.

Dreamlands. It’s… fuck, it’s another world, apart from Earth’s universe.

“Interstitial,” said Jon, leaning against the rough Chasm wall, eyes closed. “An in-between place; the playground of gods and monsters. People who dream vividly can go there, and even make something of a life.”

“Right,” said Martin. “No idea how to respond to that.”

“I think I get what you’re saying, John,” said Jon.

The Dreamlands are formed by the power of dreams, said John. Human minds and imagination shape it even more than the will of gods and monsters. They create reality there.

“Ephemerally,” Jon added.

Sure, but that’s my point. This like that, but… so much worse.

“On speed, or something,” said Jon.

“On speed?” repeated Martin, amused. “Jon, just out of curiosity, what do you think speed is?”

“Well, it’s methamphetamine,” said Jon, and several more eyes than expected opened. “Chemically, it’s C10H15N. It’s a central nervous system stimulant, highly addictive, related to amphetamine which has a common medical use, but with worse side-effects. Generally a white, odorless, bitter-tasting powder, it dissolves easily in water or alcohol, and…” He realized they were staring at him. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

Wow, said John.

Martin was smiling. Dried egg shone on his face and made his hair stick in all directions, but he was smiling. “Gods, I love you,” he said. “You’re adorable.”

“I am not … look. We need to get out of here soon. The Chasm isn’t a safe place. There just wasn’t anywhere else to go right now.”

“Was this ledge even here?” said Arthur. “Or did it appear because we needed it?”

“I don’t know ,” Jon cried after a moment. “Why don’t I know?”

“Hey, easy,” said Martin, leaning in and placing one sticky hand on Jon’s sticky arm. “It’s all right. I don’t expect you to know everything, and neither do these two yahoos.”

“Yahoo, yourself,” said Arthur warmly.

I don’t think you can know everything, anyway. Can you?

“I don’t know that, either,” said Jon. “I just want to know enough to get us out of here and safely to—” He stopped.

“To?” said Martin. “Where are we going, anyway?”

Jon looked at Arthur.

He’s looking at you, Arthur.

Arthur went still. “You know, don’t you? You know… that.”

“I do,” said Jon quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t try to know it. I’m not… attempting to be invasive.”

Martin looked back and forth, eyes wide. “Should I ask?” he said slowly. “Or is this one of those things where if I find out too soon, I’ll just go mad?”

“It’s not mine to tell,” said Jon. “But we are headed in a specific direction.”

Arthur’s face turned toward him. “We… we are? You’re doing that?”

“Of course,” said Jon, sounding posh. “Naturally.”

Arthur ducked his head. He was crying. John’s hand wiped at his tears. “Gross,” said Arthur, because there was goop everywhere, and he and John both laughed weakly. “Martin, I… Jon, you can tell him. I…”

“I’ll wait until we’re out,” Jon said. “You don’t have to listen.”

“Thank you,” said Arthur, softly.

“What is making the eggs, anyway?” said Martin, wisely changing topics. “You said ‘she.’”

Jon looked so solemn. “She’s a gh’pluh from a planet I can’t pronounce. Sort of a… sapient… chicken dragon one-eyed giant. Her species lives its entire life in the air.”

“How?” said Martin. “That can’t—how?”

“It’s a wildly different ecosystem than what we know,” said Jon. “The thing is… she lost all her eggs. They are laid… well, her cloaca is on her back.”

“That would be really messy,” said Martin slowly.

“They’ve adapted. It’s more hygienic than you might think; but the key here is she was deeply ill, and her eggs couldn’t stay attached.”

“Oh, fuck,” said Arthur. “So all her babies fell to their deaths.”

“Yes.”

Then she did? John said.

“Then she did. She… she hasn’t found her children. What we just experienced was a storm of her grief.” Jon looked into the Chasm, not at Arthur.

Arthur swallowed. He tried very hard not to consider what his own grief-storm would be. “Is it… hard to do that, here? Find someone?” he finally said.

“Yes,” said Jon. “They imagine, too. You’re trying to sail two discrete tidal waves with one will.”

Arthur fell silent.

Martin again steered them clear. “Wish I had a way to make us some tea.”

And in the gloom of the Chasm, Jon’s eyes seemed to glow briefly green. “There’s water up ahead in the red forest.”

“The… the what?” said Martin.

“The red forest. It isn’t far.”

There was no forest in sight, said John.

“It will be when we climb out of here, which we should be able to do soon,” said Jon.

Martin touched his arm. “You don’t have to be the one taking care of all of us, you know. That isn’t… that isn’t owed.”

Jon turned his face away and did not answer.

Heavy with thought, they all sat for a while, silent as the pounding of eggs continued overhead, and did not speak again until it quieted.

Martin peeked over the Chasm’s edge. “What?” he said, climbing out. “There’s no egg.”

“How can there be no egg?” Arthur said, climbing out alongside him.

Fucking hell, he wasn’t wrong. There’s no egg. But there is… well, that’s a red forest if I’ve ever seen one.

“Like… like fall colors?” Arthur said hopefully.

Uh. No.

The ground was unnervingly like brain matter—gyri and sulci, but a brilliant red instead of pink. The trees that grew out of it were tangled , thick and impossible growths, sharp-edged and disturbingly lacy where the wood joined.

There were no leaves; merely a dull red glow, filling the spaces. John thought it might be pulsing.

This red forest stretched as far as he could see from left to right, only skipping the Chasm. There was no way forward without going through. Uh, he said again. Maybe we can… go back down and reset this view?

“No,” said Jon. “We have to go through it. Besides, it won’t be that dangerous for us. It’s not occupied by any living thing, exactly. There’s fresh water in there, too.” He accepted Martin’s hand and climbed out.

The moment he did, the ledge they’d been on broke and fell, tumbling, crashing into the sides of the Chasm, echoing forever.

“Was that… what we were just on?” said Arthur, his eyes huge.

“We… didn’t need it anymore?” suggested Jon, weakly.

“Reassuring,” Arthur mumbled.

Did you make it? said John.

“I don’t know. I just knew it was there,” said Jon.

It sure seems like you conjured it, somehow. Kept it for us.

“I don’t know how,” Jon said. “I don’t know what I did, and if we depend on that when I don’t know how to do it—”

“Hey. Shh. It’s all right,” said Martin.

Jon fell silent.

“What did you mean, ‘not occupied by any living thing, exactly ?’” said Arthur.

“It’s a grief-place,” said Jon. “We can’t die here, as you know, but we can… succumb. Give up. Remain in one place and feed the Dark World with unending, spiraling sorrow, and some people do. But it isn’t… it’s not inevitable, even for them. They could wake up. They’d have to choose this.”

John audibly gulped. So the trees are people.

“Yes.”

“Oh, gods, it’s horrible,” said Martin.

Jon took his hand. “Some places are, here. But I need you to believe me that other places are as good as this is terrible. It comes down to us. It’s our choices.”

Martin exhaled slowly, cheeks puffed out. “Why do we have to face this grief-forest right now?”

“I don’t know. It seems to be a theme, today," said Jon.

Arthur hung his head.

It’s not you.

“Sure, John.”

If you were powerful enough to bring a forest of grieving souls to us, you'd be powerful enough that we would have already found her.

Arthur made a small sound.

John held his hand.

They walked in silence, inevitably toward the forest.

The red forest smelled vaguely like strawberry ChapStick.

“Pink and waxy,” Martin said, stepping carefully. “I swear, I can taste it.” The ridges in the ground were solid and did not give way underfoot as he’d feared, but the gaps between them were just wide enough to threaten twisted ankles. (Which he did not even have to twist. He reminded himself. He told himself. It sure felt like he had ankles, though.)

“Familiar with that taste, are you?” Jon teased.

“I mean, yeah,” said Martin. “You don’t know all my phases.”

Jon laughed softly. “I want to. All of them. Everything about you.”

“Will I be boring to you then?” said Martin, only mostly joking.

“Not as long as there is love within me,” said Jon. “Not as long as I have eyes to see.”

“Jonathan Sims! That was positively poetic.”

“I’m trying,” Jon said, cheeks flushed.

Sappy, pronounced John.

Arthur smiled weakly. “Let them have it. Do we just… keep walking straight?”

“Yes,” said Jon. “Specific direction doesn’t matter. We intend to leave, and so we will.”

Arthur’s jaw set. “I’ll go on ahead a bit,” he said, stuck his hands in his pockets, and hurried.

Martin swallowed. “That bad, huh?”

“He lost his daughter in a tragic accident,” said Jon softly.

"Gods, no!"

“She drowned in the bathtub. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, but…”

“How could he not feel like it was?” said Martin, softly. “I still feel guilty over my mum dying, and that had absolutely nothing to do with me.”

Jon took his hand.

"So you meant trying to find his daughter."

"Yes."

"I'm in."

"I knew you would be," Jon said warmly.

They walked in silence for a moment. “Anyway, if you can figure out tea on our route, I’d consider that a good use of your godly powers.”

Jon laughed. “Sure. Tea plants. I can do that. Probably.”

Martin kissed his cheek.

“I am all over egg!” Jon protested.

“So am I. I still love you.”

Jon leaned in. “We’re both insane.”

“Long as we’re complementary in it, I don’t care,” said Martin.

“Pathetic,” said Jon.

“Absolutely pitiful,” said Martin.

“Particularly fascinating,” said a hissing voice they’d never heard before, and something long, white, and heavy tackled Jon from behind with enough force to tear him away.

You’re not in danger, John said. As if I’d let you drown here, after everything we’ve been through.

“I wonder, John,” said Arthur, “just how fair it is, though.”

Fair?

“You’re a god, or part of one. You shouldn’t be experiencing all of this with me.”

What the hell are you saying?

“I’m not good for you. There. I said it. You're probably supposed to be in some weird heaven for your kind, and instead, you're stuck here with me.”

John’s hand rose and lightly smacked Arthur in the face.

“Ow! What the hell?”

Stop being stupid. I chose to stick here with you. I clung to you on purpose when we died. I'm doing it now. Shut up.

“I’m not… look here, you.”

No. You don’t get to have it both ways. If I’m part of a god—-“

“Which you are!”

Then I damn well get to decide what I do with me, and you!

“I didn’t say you were my god.”

You little punk , said John, who had no face to smile, but gave the impression, anyway.

Then, behind them, Martin screamed.

Arthur spun on his heel and ran toward the sound, tripping on the odd surface, half on all fours, unstoppable.

Jon knew he had no real body. He did; he knew it, fully understood and believed this, but he didn’t feel it yet, the power of it, the freedom.

What he felt now was pain.

The thing had clomped horrible jaws right on the back of his neck, as if to sever his head from his body. The pain—electric, heavily limp— ragdolled him as the thing’s inertia wrenched them both forward and away from Martin, who screamed.

Jon’s eyes opened. Searching for Martin, whose voice had gone distant and panicked.

“Pleh!” said the thing, spitting Jon roughly from its mouth. “What is that! Rotten egg? What have you been doing, little god?”

Shouting, shouting in the distance, but Jon knew they couldn’t see him, wouldn’t reach him on time.

It was going to eat his brain (was it?) and his heart (how?) and digest him, absorb all he was, become him in a way only gods could end here, a death everlasting, an action verb forever, and he was too scared to do anything more than cry out.

“Well,” said the thing. “It won’t be the worst marinade I’ve ever had.” And it opened its mouth too wide, too wrong , and bit his head, and it didn’t matter that he had no skull because it was cracking and that long tongue was pushing inside—

Arthur hit it like a train.

Slammed into it, full-speed, with a weight and density he did not possess but the will of a battering ram.

The monster wrenched off Jon, tearing skin, its black tongue sliding out of his skull in the worst feeling he had ever known, and panic followed: had he already lost himself? Was he lobotomized? Was he damaged now, half devoured, useless?

“Jon!” cried Martin, landing beside him to grab him up. “No, no, no, Jon!” His scream was—

He thought Jon was dying. Was Jon dying? He didn’t know!

Horrible sounds rose from where Arthur fought the thing, vicious yowling like some bobcat in a blender.

Jon didn’t want to die (he couldn’t , he knew , but Martin’s grief—)

Damn you! John roared.

The creature gasped. “ H'aaztre ?” it said in terrible awe, and Arthur cried out as the battle changed from a monster trying to get away to a monster trying to eat him.

Martin let out one sob.

That sound rocked the world. Slowed time. Turned it all to low and terrible distortion, and in that moment, Jon saw three things.

One was Kayne, barely visible behind Martin, a man-shape blur with sharp red eyes, watching with clinical and unmoving focus.

Two: The other was truth. He was damaged, because he believed he was. Except he wasn’t damaged. He was fine. It was fear speaking, making him wrong, an unreliable witness to himself.

Three: the god-eater currently trying to eat John contained within itself a multitude of the eaten, and if Jon ate it instead, he would gain what they used to be.

“Jon!” Martin cried in long, bass tones, stretched in time like taffy.

Kayne watched.

It all seemed distant, and strangely clear. If he ate that thing, Jon could know so much. Could have it all, immediately upon swallowing. But that would be doing what he dreaded being done to him.

No. He would not eat the creature. That’s not what Martin would want. Those suffering god-bits needed to be freed, able to renew themselves. That’s what Jon would have wanted for himself. Jon knew .

“No, you don’t!” Arthur snarled with glacial speed, somehow avoiding the black tongue striking like a snake, attempting to get into his eyes.

Jon couldn’t explain what he did. It was instinct. It was Jordan Kennedy all over again. It was no Ceaseless Watcher, but his will, and he had no idea how it worked.

But it did work.

Jon woke the trees closest to Arthur and showed them Martin’s grief. They didn’t know he was still alive—that Martin wept though he did not have to. They knew Martin’s despair because Jon fed it to them, and knew what was the cause and, with absolutely terrifying silence, slid through the sulci of sad, red soil and descended on the god-eater.

Arthur was simply knocked aside. Martin gasped. Arthur cursed. The god-eating creature screamed as the trees widened their impossible lacy wood and took pieces of this monster into every small eyelet.

The incorruptible within this thing could no longer be contained, and it exploded. The trees nearest popped into shrapnel, spraying everywhere, and everybody cried out. There was wood-creaking weirdness for a moment as nearby trees shifted, then silence.

Arthur panted. “What? What the fuck?”

I… I don’t know! It exploded!

Martin held Jon, still sobbing. “Jon.”

Jon was fine. He knew he was fine, and as he leaned into that, he was. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.” He touched Martin’s cheek.

Martin stared. “The… it’s gone? The hole’s gone! You’re okay? You…” He clutched so tightly that if Jon had needed to breathe, he wouldn’t be able to.

“I’ve got you,” said Jon, clutching back.

“Did we just… murder a bunch of grieving souls?” said Arthur.

“No,” said Jon. “They’re freed, like the gods that thing already ate. They’re all free. Maybe the grievers will choose to take root again, but they don’t have to.”

Okay, what? What the fuck?

“What did that thing call you, John?” said Arthur.

I don’t… I don’t know. I mean, it was Hastur’s name, but it wasn’t.

“Tried to eat you, anyway,” Arthur growled. “Fuck him.”

Yeah, said John less optimistically. Archivist, what the fuck did you do?

“I don’t know,” Jon said into Martin’s chest.

“Where did that thing come from?” Martin moaned.

“I didn’t see it,” said Jon. “I don't even know how long it was following us. I think I... can’t see them unless someone else I’m connected to does first. They’re camouflaged, somehow.”

“Shit,” said Martin.

“Okay,” said Arthur. “Okay. We just… we need to keep our eyes out. That means you, John.”

Of course it means me, nitwit.

“Did it come from the Chasm?” said Martin.

“I don’t know,” said Jon. “I don’t even understand what they are.”

Hey, maybe I’m crazy, said John dryly. But we should probably get the fuck out of here?

“Yeah.” Martin stood, lifting Jon. “I thought I lost you,” he whispered into Jon’s egg-thick hair. “I don’t… I can’t tell you how afraid I just was.”

Jon shuddered. “You can’t lose me,” he said.

“Sure.”

"You can't. You won't. I'll never leave you."

Martin shuddered, too. “Hey, Arthur,” he said slowly. “How did you do that, by the way? You… moved so fast, and hit it so damn hard. And you avoided that tongue-thing.”

“Fuck if I know,” said Arthur, apparently unbothered by that weirdness.

I don't know, either.

“Great,” said Martin. “We’re all mysteries today.”

Move, people, said John. If I have to take point, I fucking will.

“I don’t think anyone minds,” said Jon.

Oh. John paused. Okay. Uh. Sure. Arthur, turn left and go straight. Not that far left.

“Fucking place needs public transport,” muttered Arthur.

“They do closer to the cities,” said Jon. “I don’t know if you understand how far away we are from any reasonable parts of the Dark World.”

There are no reasonable parts.

“There are… slightly more stable parts,” said Jon. “And that’s where we need to go.”

Nobody said the reason. Then Arthur did. “She’s there?”

“I don’t know yet, but I believe so.”

Arthur swallowed.

“We’ll go wherever’s needed to find her, you know,” said Martin. “You get that, right? You won’t do this alone.”

“You don’t even… you never knew her,” said Arthur.

“So?”

Arthur turned his face toward Martin. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Martin scoffed, still holding Jon under his arm. “Spend as much time with the Lonely as I did, and you’d end up knowing exactly what you’re saying, too. Besides… ask this guy how easily I give up when I’ve got a goal in mind.”

“You don’t,” said Jon. “One thousand, one hundred, and fifty nine cups of tea before I finally realized you were trying to tell me something.”

"Worth it," Martin said and kissed his forehead. “So Jon’s stubborn, too, is what I'm saying. You've got help."

“Thank you,” whispered Arthur. "Thank you both."

We’ve got this, said John.

"Hey, listen," said Arthur. "What's that?"

The red forest was finally thinning out, and at last, they found the water Jon had promised. It was clean, crystal-clear, a patch of water flowing quick and cold like a river saying hello from deep underground.

They were all silent as they stripped and bathed, sputtering in the cold and deeply grateful for it.

Their clothes were gone when they finished. Somehow, it made sense. “Offering to the woods?” suggested Martin.

“Fuck if I know,” said Arthur, and fished a new outfit from his pack.

At long last, the ground stopped being made of ridges and valleys. “That was a big place,” said Martin softly.

“You have no idea,” said Jon, tucked under his arm again. “It stretches the whole width of the Dark World, and it’s growing all the time."

“That doesn’t seem right,” said Martin. “Not everyone there deserves to be there, I’m sure.”

“It’s not about deserving. It’s choices,” said Jon.

“I think it’s more complicated than that,” Martin gently chided. “Though… not to change the subject, but my ankles shouldn’t feel better? I know I don’t have any. I know I don’t. But damn, they feel a lot better.”

“I still want a damn car,” said Arthur.

“Naw,” said Martin. “We need the Mystery Machine. Because we're mysteries, you know?”

"Ha," said Jon.

“The what?” said Arthur.

“It’s this van from a cartoon called Scooby—” He stopped.

The fuck.

Arthur stopped, too.

Jon started laughing.

Before them sat an egregiously teal van. It was without question a 1965 Dodge A100, painted wildly with love-child flowers and a deeply groovy font proclaiming it The Mystery Machine.

“What?” said Arthur. “What?”

Apparently, Martin really wanted that cartoon van, said John dubiously.

“Let’s see if it drives, shall we?” said Martin. “And nobody imagine monsters inside it, or something.”

“Well, now I am,” muttered Arthur, but followed Martin’s voice.

The van inside was lovingly pristine; it had shag carpet and a horizontal bench seat in the back, all an eye-watering orange; up front were two more bench seats, still orange, and—to Martin’s delight—a full tank of gas.

He turned the key, and it started.

They all took this in, the rumbling of the engine and the acrid smell of the exhaust more mind-blowing than anything they’d experienced today.

“So let’s try,” said Arthur.

“We’ll be a target,” said Jon. “This thing is noisy as hell.”

“But we’ll also make a lot more distance,” said Arthur.

“You’re thinking too logically. It’s possible we won’t make any distance at all,” said Jon.

“Jon,” said Martin. “Get in the damn van.”

Jon laughed. So did Arthur and John.

The seats were shockingly comfortable, and though the steering wheel was not on the side Martin was used to, he drove it just fine; happily, he knew how to drive manual. "Worked delivery for a while. I was fifteen and it was so illegal, but whatever," said Martin.

Jon settled against him, meaning to stay awake, to keep track of it all, to try to keep him safe. "What are we, I wonder?"

"Hm?" said Martin, pulling out.

"We're all weird, you know? Or maybe everyone is weird, and I'm just assuming, but..."

"No, you're right," said Martin. "We're... I don't want to say special, because that's the wrong word, but it all feels terribly chosen, somehow."

"It does," Jon murmured, soothed by the softness of Martin's belly, soothed by the warmth of his jumper. "We should... think about it."

"Rest," Martin murmured back. "You've got to be exhausted."

"Can't be," Jon mumbled, and then he fell asleep.

He dreamed of Kayne repeatedly poking his sleeping form, going, Why did you do that? But Jon had no reply.

#tma #malevolent #tma fic #malevolent fic #tma crossover #the dark world #malevolent the dark world #just a little side-quest series #crossover fic #tma spoilers #malevolent spoilers #arthur lester #john doe malevolent #jonathan sims #martin blackwood

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angleofmusings · 2 years

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ok danger days analysis. this starts with bulletproof heart because i was super feral about it and couldn’t wait until after look alive sunshine and nanana.

bulletproof heart. “too much talking with a laser blade” it isn’t about using violence as a form of diplomacy. it’s not that at all. it’s the opposite. there’s too much talking with weapons instead of words. insert that astronaut meme “it’s all anti-war?” “always has been”

sing. “sing it till you’re not / singing out for the ones that’ll hate your guts” well fuck okay. if that ain’t something that they sure as hell r living up to now.

planetary (go!). it’s saying, let’s fucking get out of here! “this is a letter / my word / is the beretta / the sound of my vendetta / against the ones that planned it”

the only hope for me is you. well. this is just. a letter to queer youth. it’s no accident that it’s right after planetary (go!) on the album. it starts with “remember me” and invoking imagery of nostalgia and shared history, then the fucking amazing lyrics “and if we can’t find where we belong / we’ll have to make it on our own / face all the pain and take it on / because the only hope for me / is you alone”

jet star and the cobra kid / traffic report. and then jet star and the cobra kid fucking die so. hello narrative foreshadowing

party poison. anygays this one is very interesting tbh it needs a whole analysis of its own. for this purpose tho it basically is the turning point in terms of like, no longer being able to safely play along with society even if you wanted to

save yourself, i’ll hold them back. the first fucking lyric: “right now, i hope you’re ready for a firefight / ’cause the devil’s got your number tonight / they say! we’re never leaving this place alive / but if you sing these words we’ll never die”

the “they” is evidently jet star and the kobra kid, which just. ough sobbing rn. but the interesting part is the first half, basically like, yeah this is about to boil over, i hope you’re ready.

“for all of us who’ve seen the light / salute the dead and lead the fight / hail hail! / who gives a damn if we lose the war? / let the walls come down / let the engines roar!” so these lyrics are linked ofc. “salute the dead” -> “hail hail!” and then “lead the fight” -> “who gives a damn if we lose the war? / let the walls come down / let the engines roar!”

so yknow. it’s about being okay with losing the war. as long as you lived life to the fullest. who cares what happens in the end as long as you live on the way to it?

“be a burning star if it takes all night” the night in the desert is when you’re safe from the sunlight that kills you. well you gotta leave your mark somehow! be a burning star, even though you gotta spend all that safe time getting there.

“i’ll tell you all how the story ends / where the good guys die and the bad guys win / who cares!” it doesn’t fucking matter what the ending is! we’re doomed to die but that doesn’t mean the story is lost! even if they win, that isn’t the point of the story. the outcome is irrelevant, what matters is the legacy you leave behind. the graffiti they write on your grave. i’ll hold them back so you can leave a mark on the world before we go. i can give you tonight, make it count, leave behind a memory of who you really were. be broken glass when the sun rises on the empty space we fled from.

s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w. now this song is talking to a child, coaxing them into shelter before the bomb hits, knowing that when society falls it’ll be devastating no matter how terrible that society was. of course s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w is like an actual BLI thing that is a very real threat in the zones and you have to hide from it, and they come out during the day in the sunlight, but you still gotta move yourself when that sunlight of BLI’s presence is gone, because if BLI dies then that means something worse is on its way. and not even love is enough to stop that from coming. no matter how strong or defiant or queer that love is, it won’t be enough. you have to run.

#yeah this was actually just a ‘‘contextualizing save yourself ill hold them back’’ analysis sorry. its still so feral tho #mcr #danger days #ddttlotfk #lyric meta #lyric analysis #angelofmusings lives up to their url

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ARIA ROSCENTE FALLING FOR A DANCER,,, IMAGINE THEM JUST DANCING IN AN EMPTY BALLROOM OR THE READER DANCING DURING A BANQUET AS PART OF A DANCING TROUPE OR SM

you've hit me in the heart. again.

this is before aria got married because no cheating kids. also switched a little something up

reader's personality is like.. applause by lady gaga and i only realized after writing the fic

idk it's historical so no wheelchair no travel, my mind isn't working it's 4 in the morning (mm, that rhymes nicely)

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲. || 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞.

word count: 1.6k

lily means majesty. i wanted to emphasize how the reader appeared to aria during the dancing, and how aria appears to reader because of how beautiful she is. it's not a perfect fit and i don't like it, but i'm dead tired and i cannot look or think for/of a new title, so yeah. sorry for the upcoming, messy, cringe oneshot btw 😇

— rose.

the sun is rising and you realize something.

everyone has a dream in life.

that dream can be anything, really. from getting a sweet house with a little garden to aiming for the stars, a high education, a majestic performance — it all depends, from people to people.

but dreams change, do they not? do dreams not vary over the course of a life? maybe that's exactly what happened with you.

you started out with a dream, too. your dream was to travel, to wander, to traipse over the world. to see the sights, to visit the empires, to take a taste out of every culture. to meet people, to wear the clothes of a foreign land, to take pride in your own and then finally, to settle down in your very own dreamland with a friend or two or maybe a husband. and you threw your heart and soul into this dream, working all throughout school days, talking to people, arranging your group, running here and there to set your travel documents in order, and by your graduation you were sure and ready and full of excitement.

alas, these dreams were not brought to success, this happiness was not to last. you were so close, the dream brought tantalizingly close, so near that you could almost, almost taste it on the tip of your tongue.

until you couldn't.

a week before your scheduled departure, a mix up with your papers that cannot be fixed happens — the loss of those papers, and of course remaking them is too much time, isn't it? your group has to leave in time and back home, pillows and blankets pile around you to block out your endless tears, to block out the feeling of hollow, ringing emptiness, dreamless, hopeless. what good is a person who can't support themselves?

eventually — okay, well, it takes a while but — eventually, you direct some leftover optimism elsewhere.. you decide you'll dance until the papers return, dance with everything you had. now all your time is given to practices and training and development, until you've perfected your voice and your dancing, and people are sure you sound like an angel from the seventh heaven and you dance as smoothly as water flows in a stream.

unfortunately, news of your success can only travel so far. you are still barred from traveling, so you dance in your little space. and slowly with time, you fall in love with it, with bending your body, with maintaning your balance. the beauty of your dancing, the harmony of your voice, is so immense that the Marquess Sarah invites you to perform at an event that she will be holding. she lets you know the guest list, and the important, difficult-to-pronounce noble-esque names make you strive to perform the best you can, pushing your physical limits to the last straw while your mental stamina is far from running out.

when the big day arrives, you step on the stage with stars glittering in your eyes and a tiara on your head that might as well be a coronet of blossoms. you give out your sweetest performance yet, heartbeat pitter-pattering in your chest, movements fluid, voice smooth, the gentle remains of a smile on your face, and for a moment you lose yourself, dancing only for your abandoned dreams and forsaken hope of travelling.

the melody slows to an end and you come to your surroundings with a little start, slightly shaken by all the loud sounds, but it's only applause. all around you, the nobles are giving you a standing ovation, some even standing to do so. you grin, small tears forming in the corners of your eyes, surprised and stunned at this support. amongst those who cheer, a girl catches your eye — slender with blonde hair and green eyes, devastatingly beautiful, politely clapping along with the rest of everybody else.

aria brings her hands together and claps for you, sincerely meaning her applause. she's not a stranger to good performances, not since her whole adoption thing but.. your performance. that was something aria hadn't seen in any of her lives.. wait.

hazy, golden memories swim to the top of her mind. afternoons spent strumming the strings of a violin, running through the corridors with interlinked hands during the hot summer, dawn gone dancing underneath the slowly rising sun. whispered confessions, the brightness of a chandelier, the moment of triumph when you performed for the imperial palace and the overwhelming feeling of pride in her heart — yes, she knew you alright, and this time she was determined not to let her own stupidity curse you to a fallen dream, again.

after you're led offstage and the conversation breaks out, she gets up and heads to your dressing room. she has no issues persuading the knights and finding the large, ornate marble door to your dressing room. she hesitates, trying to remember more of you.. why hasn't she remembered before, when she returned? then she could've come straight to you instead of wasting both her and your time.

a knock on the door, and a confused 'come in!' are all aria needs. she opens the door and looks up, forgetting how to breathe. you haven't changed a bit — still the same compassionate eyes that are the windows to the kindest soul she's known, the simple, minimalistic make up style that you loved so much and never left the house without, your hair that she used to do in ringlets and braids and whatnot. you're so.. majestic. the careless beauty, the easiness and grace about your ways. she feels her heartbeat speed up, and sternly tells herself to get a hold.

'hello, good evening. my name is aria roscente. i just wanted to congratulate you on your performance, it was quite beautiful.' she hates herself for the too-nice tone and the plastered smile.

i knew you better. you don't deserve to be talked to like you're just anyone.

you don't notice — of course you don't. you beam at aria and she prays you don't notice the tips of her ears turn pink.

'thank you! it's very kind of you, lady roscente.'

you fidget with your fingers, trying your best not to look aria in the eye. she's so effortlessly lovely, so.. majestic. she triggers some hidden memories that you didn't know you had — laughing until you can't breath, doing each other's makeup, playing tag in the fields above her house. above whose house? you can't seem to recall.

you're doing well at hiding your self-consciousness until aria says, 'i would like you to come to a tea party this thursday with me and some friends.'

you look up, hardly daring to believe it. 'me? why?'

'i'm sure my friends want to congratulate you.'

'what for?'

'being such an immense success at your first big performance.'

when you still look hesitant, aria adds, 'marquess sarah will be there too.'

you weigh the options in your head. if you went, your influence would be increased. if you didn't, people might start whispering about you, in the street, tea houses, anywhere.

then again, people whispered about you all the time.

the tea party arrives and starts. aria greets the guests and makes polite chit chat, but all she can think about is you. will you arrive? what if you decide not to come? wait, did she remember to place your favorite desert on the table?

finally, you walk into the room, looking bashful and beautifully out of place. dressed in white, a single ribbon woven through your hair, she stands up to pull you into her embrace and never let you go before she remembers that the nobles with slander her to her death... again.

'i'm glad you could make it.' instead, she smiles at you, and then addresses the room at large. 'everyone, this is the dancer from marquess sarah's party, and i invited them to show our appreciation for their marvelous performance.'

a hushed murmur resounds throughout the room, the ladies nodding and mumbling about your performance being excellent. aria notices you give a pleased smile and decides to let you speak.

'thank you for your support, everyone. but, quite honestly, it's hard at times. there are whole days where we don't eat and our entire dancing troupe has severe damage to their toes because of how uncomfortable our dancing shoes are. and...'

as you tell them about the ups and downs of being a dancer, aria can only think about how much she's missed the lilting tone of your voice, the sweetness of your lips, the dreams and hopes in your eyes. the only reason she invited you was to have some time alone with you, anyways, and these noble ladies were going to judge you no matter what, so why not cut your little speech short?

'if i could have a moment, everyone?' she signals to you to follow her after 10 minutes — thankfully, you see the sign — and strides out of the room. almost 12 minutes later — okay, so what if she was counting? she just wanted to see you! — you walk outside, smiling and flushed. she feels a hint of jealousy, especially because none of those women, with the exception of Sarah, mean well towards you.

as you walk, the atmosphere becomes heavy and awkward. so you break the silence, saying, 'lady, why did you bring me outside?'

aria gives you another smile. 'i wanted to dance.'

'dance? oh, my lady, you don't mean — with me?'

'who else? besides, i'm not asking you to be a permanent teacher for me or anything. just dance with me.'

later on, aria would realize that the pair of you reached your destination that day even though the two of you never discussed where you were going.

everyone has a dream in life, but everyone can have several. her dream has always been freedom, liberation from her death, but now she realizes that freedom is not revenge or seduction or gambling through tricks of time reversal at the casino. freedom, aria thinks, as the sun sets, is to be with with you. her freedom is you.

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