#// might make a full drabble for the whole song. might not.

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Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! He is silent as the king turns and walks away. The onyx simian stares at his back, letting the other move away from him. His tail twitches once behind him.

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! The king stops moving, and the shadow can now see his side profile as he looks at one of the younger members of the troop. He watches as the young chestnut-colored monkey grabs onto the ruler's hand, holding it close to their breast. “My king,” they say with awe and love, and it…

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! It makes him fucking sick.

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! He thinks back to the weight in his pocket, handed to him by a smiling face surrounded in the darkness given by their hood. How their fingers brushed over his hands longer than they should have. “Take your destiny.” They uttered, commanded him to take what was rightfully his.

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy He stands at a cliff, and the choice to go back is getting further, and further away. He can forget about this, and go back to how things were. Was this what he truly wanted? Could he just settle with being a simple being to not be grand?

So with a heavy heart No. He will not.

I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy The king does not expect his betrayal, the artifact works perfectly. Too perfectly. It only solidifies that what he is doing must be right. If the king is weak enough to be taken down…he should not be the leader, the grandfather of the troop.

My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Golden ichor coats his hands, and bared teeth do nothing to stop the giggle that spills from his lips. But he tastes the salt amongst the copper of the blood. This must be done, it is for the best. He is the best.

“Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy,” the words slip from him as he stares down at the other. He lifts his stained hands, droplets of the blood of a god falling to the ground that opens up for them.

“I, too, have a destiny,” he murmurs, he does. He DOES. It’s his turn now, he’s earned it. He DESERVES THIS.

This death will be art It will, it WILL be. The king will be gone and it will be only himself to take his rightful place. He will finish what they started and bring greatness to their people. Can the brainless one not see this? That this is how it must be?

The people will speak of this day from near and afar He will be a legend. He will get to have a slice of the spoils. No one will forget this, no one will ever be able to.

This event will be history, and I'll be great too He will get everything he deserves and this event will be seared into the mind of every being on this damnable mountain.

“I don't want what you have,” He trails his hands over his face, smearing the blood across his tear-stained cheeks. His words become guttural, a scream that bursts from his chest and very being. He rips his hands down, features shifting to mirror the king before him. “I want to be you!”

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drabble gf!reader x bf!jaemin, where reader is on her period

! MDNI, period sex, mentions of: throwing up, blood, fainting.

Jaemin who nods in an understanding way with a soft smile whenever you crash out and end up yelling at him due to your drastic mood swings. He understands you don't feel well, and tries to find all means possible to make you feel as heard and validated as possible. But also he just finds your angry side adorable.

Jaemin who buys you heat pads because he knows that above all the pills you take, heat pads are still the cure to your unbearable cramps.

Jaemin who tries his best to stay beside you whenever you're not feeling well. Giving head pats, holding you in his arms and rubbing his thumb gently on your shoulder, whispering sweet praises and soft words, or even playing your favorite song on the speakers.

Jaemin who's always by your side when your cramps get so bad you have to throw up. He holds your hair up as you puke in the toilet, completely spent and exhausted. "There we go. Let it all out, princess. You're doing great." Then, he'd help you gargle water while also wiping your tears and comforting you with hugs. "I know, I know. It's scary. But you did so well."

Jaemin who loves coming home from work to see you cuddled up, asleep, in bed with his cats. Something about seeing you so peaceful, arms carefully wrapped around Luna, the others curled up elsewhere near you, fills his heart with adoration. He's quick to shower and get in bed with you.

Jaemin who prepares all of your favorite meals when you're too weak to do anything. He'd look up recommended meals for that time of the month and make them all for you.

Jaemin who got so worried the first time you fainted due to rapid loss of blood. When he heard the sudden thud from the bathroom, he rushed over, knocking with pure fear in his voice. When you didn't answer, he opened the door with a warning only to find you on the floor. You woke up quickly once he shook you back to life, his eyes widened with worry. "Oh gosh, thank god, you're okay..." he'd sigh heavily before giving you a cup of water and insisting you stay in bed the whole day.

Jaemin who now knows you sometimes have a tendency to not let yourself rest and you always want to prioritise your work over your health so he takes matters into his own hands, calling your boss and explaining to him that you need to take a few days rest. Although you complain whenever he does this, you end up thanking him because, really, you were too weak to do any work.

Jaemin who's always ready to assure you about how beautiful you are whenever your period gives you body dysmorphia. "Look in the mirror for me" he'd say with a soft yet firm voice, making you face your full-body mirror while he stays behind, holding your waist gently. "You're so beautiful, princess. I fall in love with you every time I see this gorgeous body of yours." he'd whisper in your ear while tracing your curves before giving your cheek a loving kiss.

Jaemin who never has to ask you for which size pads, or what specific pills you need, or what snacks you're craving, because he just knows you that well.

Jaemin who has an app installed on his phone to track your period so he's always ready for any phase you might be in; be it your moody period or your overly horny ovulation week.

Jaemin who's ready to do anything you want him to do whenever you're on your period. Be it make you meals, change your clothes, shower you, praise you, give you kisses, and even sing you songs. You often find yourself with your head on his chest as he sings you songs to put you to sleep.

Jaemin who absolutely loves period sex. He just loves showing you how much adoration he has for you, even in this state where you feel the most disgusting. He'd prep the sheets with a cloth so no blood stains your bed before giving you the most gentle and passionate love-making session ever. Thrusting in you at a calm pace, absolutely no intention of rushing anything. Stripping your clothes while pressing kisses on every inch of your body, worshipping and cherishing it. "You're so beautiful. I love you...fuck, I love you so much, princess." he'd say between grunts. Just as he's about to cum, he quickly pulls out, releasing on your stomach as he continues to thrust his fingers in you, pushing you to your orgasm as well.

Jaemin who always excels in aftercare. He never leaves you hanging after sex, no matter how tired he might be. Whether its by carrying you to the tub to give you a warm shower, or by wiping you down with a wet cloth, he always makes sure to leave you sparkly clean and smelling like red roses.

Jaemin who adores how high your sex drive is after your period. How you always wake him up by grinding your hips on him, or how you never forget to give him a certain look only he knows. He enjoys seeing you so needy for him and is always ready and excited to give you exactly what you want.

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BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook | Drabble 3

Summary: Running into someone from your past that you had hoped you'd never see again was not on your to do list today. Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook Word Count: 1.3k~ Warnings: Literally nothing lol enjoy~ Requested by @missmorningglory 💜

After Jungkook begged me over and over and over again I finally concede and brought him to the mall with me, giving him a very clear warning that if he picked up another mannequin or started touching everything again like he did last time I would ground him, leaving him promising me he'll be on his best behavior. 

We compromised after that and decided it would be best if I just let him hold my hand the whole time because he claimed he couldn't control himself. 

He's a literal robot and can be controlled but I'm too lazy to try and reprogram him for something as silly as that.

As we come upon the next aisle and start looking through all the newish electronics I see someone out of the corner of my eye that I regrettably recognize making me duck behind Jungkook, hoping he didn't see me.

"Is everything alright?" he chuckles, turning to face me, still managing to keep me hidden. "Yeah everything is fine. Completely fine. Just, don't move from this spot for a while yeah?" I say, peeking around him to see that the guy I recognized is getting closer. 

"Actually you know what? Why don't we go to the next aisle? I heard there's a new electric toothbrush that you can hook your phone up to and I really wanna check it out" I say, trying to tug him down the aisle but in the process bump into a speaker behind me, making a Sabrina Carpenter song shoot through it on full blast, startling all three of us and bringing the guys attention over to Jungkook and I.

"Y/n?" he asks, recognizing me immediately making me cringe, wishing the world would open up and swallow me whole. "Yeah, um hi...you" I say, not one hundred percent sure of his name making him chuckle. "Jake" he says, reintroducing himself and I snap.

"Jake! I almost forgot, silly me" I say, my awkwardness level up to a billion leaving all three of us standing there and I realize after having a long pause that I should probably introduce Jungkook. 

"Sorry um, this is Jungkook, my boyfriend. Jungkook this is Ja-" "Jake, got it" Jungkook says flatly, sizing him up and trying to figure out who exactly this man might be to me since he's never come up before.

"Nice to meet you" Jake says, holding out his hand to Jungkook and he takes it, making Jake's brows knit together and let go seconds later. "Strong handshake" he chuckles and shakes out his hand. 

"So um...how have you been?" I ask, internally yelling at myself to stop trying to make small talk. "I've been alright. I was wondering where you wandered off to but now I know..." he says, his eyes sizing up Jungkook right back. "Yeah Jungkook and I met a few months ago and we just...hit it off" I chuckle awkwardly.

"So you guys used to date?" Jungkook asks, Jake saying 'yes' while I'm rushing to say 'no' making Jungkook cock a brow at me. "We went out a couple of times bu-" 

'But I bet we'd have really good bed chem' Sabrina sings right on fucking cue, cutting me off preventing any sort of salvaging of this conversation.

The three of us all stood there awkwardly after that, the song as our backing track making me finally press pause, taking my blood pressure down just a bit. Those lyrics alone hinting at what had gone down between Jake and I. "Anyways, we decided it wasn't gonna work out" I explain making Jake chuckle bitterly. 

"We decided?" he echoes making me cringe, obviously not telling the full truth. "I...I decided" I concede making him nod in agreement. "Ghosted me is more like it" he mumbles making me feel bad, not having had to experience an encounter like this before.

"Yeah...sorry bout that" I say, but we all know I'm not sorry. If anything I'm more sorry that I have to go through this as a result. "I'll let you guys get back to shopping then. It was nice meeting you Jungkook...Y/n" he says, looking me up and down once more before leaving the aisle, making me let out a breath of relief. 

"Was tha-" "I don't wanna talk about it" I say holding my hand up to Jungkook's face to stop the conversation before it gets started leaving him chuckling at my expense. "Oh yeah laugh it up, we'll see where that gets you" I huff and walk in the opposite direction that Jake went, leaving Jungkook jogging after me to catch up.

"That guy looked pretty familiar" he says in my ear when we start making our way out and back to the car. "Really? I'm pretty sure I've never shown him to you. I don't even think I have a picture of him" I say thinking about it for a second and Jungkook just shakes his head.

"What?" I ask and he just shrugs his shoulder, "Oh nothing" he says and opens my car door for me. "No tell me!" I whine leaving him placing a kiss on my pouty lips. "I just thought he looked really familiar that's all" he shrugs again making my eyes roll.

"Who does he remind you of then?" I ask and his next answer makes me choke on air. "Me" he chuckles and pats my back to help soothe my coughing fit. "What?" I ask, not remotely expecting that since...let's be honest, Jungkook is a hell of a lot more handsome than Jake...but I'll never tell.

"It's okay to have a type. I just wasn't expecting to see the guy you modeled me after" he taunts, poking my cheek making me pout further. "I did not model you after him" I huff and close the car door on him leaving him laughing and walking around to the passenger seat. 

"Ava is the one that created you remember? I hardly had any part in it" I mumble and put the car into drive, heading straight home since I know I'll be forced to deal with his teasings for the rest of the night. 

"Yeah but you clearly have a type if she's able to make a sex bot for you with a similar vibe" he counters making me groan. "For the last time you are not modeled after him!" and he puts his hands up in defeat. "Whatever you say my love" he addresses me with the motive of taking the edge off. 

The car goes silent for a while until I can tell he's bursting at the seams to ask me another question. 

"So if I asked you to show me your previous boyfriends would you say yes?" he chances. "Absolutely not" I grumble and he laughs, "That's fine, I'm sure I can always as Ava" he smirks, satisfied with his plan.

"He wasn't even my boyfriend...but he wanted to be. And so that's why I ghosted him" I explain and he hums. "Pussy so good you got him whipped after a few tastes?" he says, his vulgar way of putting it catching me off guard.

"Jungkook!" I scold him, my cheeks heating up at that, making his chuckle that fucking cocky chuckle that makes me wanna get on my knees for him. "What? I don't blame the guy. I'd never wanna let you go either" he admits but I sigh, bringing myself back down to reality.

 "You're programmed to be obsessed with me so your words don't hold much weight in this context" I explain but he just shrugs. 

"From the way he was looking at you, clearly still wanting you...and the way he was looking at me, pissed that he wasn't in my place I know my calculations are correct. Call it what you want but you're addictive" he counters making me squirm in place, the compliment with evidence to corroborate it making me nervous.

"Shut up and let me drive" I huff and he stifles back his laughter, having mercy on me...but that mercy is short lived. His need to prove himself evident as soon as we walk in the door, making sure to remind me that no one could ever compare to him.

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BLLK BOYS W/ A THEATER NERD S/O

notes: HELP I H8 THE DRABBLES..🥲 (og ask)

characters: Reo, Isagi, Rin, Bachira

warnings: cursing?, implied fem, cringe

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MIKAGE REO

oh, he just LOVES watching your performances. 

Wether your on stage or not- he comes to EVERY show (drags nagi w/him too LMAO)

Helps you memorize any of your lines / helps you gather stuff you’ll need backstage.

He loves seeing you thrive in theater, and how happy it makes you ><

He always listens intently when you talk about your favorite broadway show, amazed how you remember even the smallest details

Sings your favorite musical songs with you, he will even act out the scene with you

Brings you a BIG bouquet of assorted flowers when the performance is over— rambling about how just wonderful it was

He is really proud of the effort you put into you craft, and the outcome always amazes him

Everyone had gathered on stage for the final bow, the crowd clapped and cheered. You smiled when you spotted your boyfriend holding up a limp Nagi. Reo clapped with a bright smile on his lips— and Nagi squinting at the bright lights. Everyone headed backstage and the crowd cleared, most left but close friends and family stayed and came backstage.

“Y/N that was wonderful!” You hear the familiar voice of your boyfriend praise, him running to you and hugging you tightly. He pecked your cheeks and held onto your arms. “My love that might just have been your best performance yet,” You snorted at his comment “Reo, you say that after every performance.”

“Well every performance is perfect my love,” Reo quips, his face into a smooth grin. Behind him trailed Nagi, who slurred a ‘good job’ with a thumbs up. Reo pulls back a bit and hands you a beautiful bouquet you can’t help but smile at. It was so pretty, full of tulips and lillies and smaller flowers complimenting the main ones.

“Thank you Reo,” you smiled before kissing his cheek. “Of course my love, just doing my job,”  <3

ISAGI YOICHI

oh he is so cute

You 100% get him into the world of theater

Thinks that it’s really cool how you’re passionate about this

Super supportive— tells all his friends about your plays and all of the stuff you like

His favorite broadway shows are Dear Evan Hanson and Hamilton— he thinks King George is hilarious

He likes being involved with your plays anyway he can—he will be try to be involved if he is free

Tells his family all about your performance!!

The whole family goes to your shows (≧∀≦)

Tries to memorize your lines / the plays lines with you but forgets them 💀

(or) Tries helping you with props/technical stuff but doesn’t know what to do so he just stands there 😭

“Yoichi- can you pass me the yellow please?” You asked from sitting on the floor, paint brush in hand. On the floor was props you were tasked with making. 

“Here,” Yoichi hands the paint bucket to you as he watches you pour some on your pallet. You guys were supposed to go out tonight but you still had some props you needed to finish— so Yoichi offered to keep you company. “Uhm, are you sure you don’t need any help..?” He nervously asks. 

“Oh no I’m okay, thanks though,” you happily replied, you already felt bad for canceling date night and didn’t want to ‘burden’ him with helping you. “Oh okay,” he sits back down on the floor and continues to watch you. 

“…Did you wanna help?” You slowly asked. 

“I dunno,”

“Yoichi”

“Yeah..”

You softly sighed and handed him a brush. “Here, you can paint the moon,” You stood up and grabbed the unfinished moon set-prop. Yoichi nodded eagerly as he started painting. His strokes were in all directions— you’d have to go over them later but you didn’t mind too much. He looked so cute with his brow slightly furrowed when he concentrated on painting the edges.

“How’s this?” Yoichi asks, pointing to his moon with a little grin. “It’s perfection,” you praise, which he responds with a soft ‘thanks’ as he admires his work. <3

ITOSHI RIN

lmao he does NOT get it 😭💀

like you showed him a clip of your fav musical and he was like ??? Ppl ACTUALLY like that..?? (Ignore him he’s stupid)

but SUPER supportive of your performances!! he just lacks artistic appreciation, aaaand he has as much creativity as a wet sock, so yk

When he comes to your performances, he always brings a small but pretty bouquet (he’s beet red when he hands them to you >< )

You have desperately tried to get him into the arts— which just continued to confuse him🫠

He likes Shakespeare though??? which is probably like the only plays he will willing watch (aside for yours ehe:3)

You call him your Romeo ;) (he gets embarrassed and gets mad at you LMAO)

Lmao he should’ve never voiced his ‘like’ for Shakespeare bc when ever he asks you a simple question you’ll end up going “To be or not to be, that is the question” (que rin groaning)

“Rin, you need to put more emotion into it!!” You exasperatedly said, flinging your paper up. You had asked Rin to go over your lines with you, which was a stupid idea to begin with. He ticked his jaw, fingers firmly pressing into the paper.

“tch. This is stupid,” Rin answered, glaring at you. You sighed, “I can’t feel the scene if you sound like a robot!”Rin huffed, his pride clearly wounded. He groaned and flicked the paper back and examined it again.

“What. do. you. mean he’s. been. lying?” Rin reads, his voice flat. 

You internally sigh, “I’m not sure, but when I asked him he was acting strange..” you spoke, already memorized your lines. “Could. it have. something. to do .with his. sister?” “No- he wouldn’t tell her about something like that… Unless!!” You clapped your hands.

“YAAAY!! I FINALLY NAILED MY TIMING!!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands excitedly. You then tackled Rin, who was sitting on your bed, catching his lips in a fat smooch. “Thanks honey, I really appreciate you tryin,” you praise, hands resting on his shoulders. 

“Tch.. It’s nothing..” Rin muttered, his hand coming to rest on your waist. “I’m never doing this again,” you snickered at his mood change  (he’s gonna end up helping next time you ask <3)

help Ik that was so bad 💀

BACHIRA MEGURU

AJHSNJANANNRNE 

HE MATCHES UR FREAK!!!!

LIKE HE GETS IT FR!!!

omg you wanna binge watch Chicago, Six, and Heathers? WELL SO DOES BACHIRA!

yall sing musicals together all the time like- yall are in character doing the choreography and all

He loves watching musicals sm

And he LOVES watching you perform/work in theater

Like- seriously goes to all of your shows, even rehearsals if he can

Gets super immersed in your performances- thinks it’s 10x better than any broadway show

Loves seeing your/the costumes- will definitely try to try them on (before he gets caught and gets in trouble lmao)

After every performance he takes you to go get ice cream- a little ritual you guys have :3

OH. And he tries to match his outfit to what your play is >< (keyword, tries)

He brings his mom to your plays and she whistles and claps so loud when the plays over 😭💗

“Y/N you were friggin’ awesome!!!” Bachira exclaimed, hands swinging yours back and forth. “I wasn’t even on stage for 5 minutes,” you snorted. “Well you were the best one there! Being a tree takes a lot of skill y’know!!” He grins, pulling you along faster. 

You finally arrived at the sacred land, Benny’s Ice Cream Parlor. Bachira ordered for both of you, handing you one cone of (Fav Flavor). You sat down on the bench, already licking your cone. Bachira put his foot on the bench, “Ahem, Ahem,” He began, lifting his ice cream up. “I would like to make a toast!,” You smile at his antics, waiting for what he’ll say next. “A toast to the best play in the history of the plays!” You snickered, raising your cone “A toast!” You said, ‘clinking’ your ice creams together. 

“Ah, being Tree #4 is no easy task…” You dramatically sighed, licking your ice cream. Bachira shook his head. “Tut tut..,” you both snickered, finishing your ice creams and heading back home. <3

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made August 22nd 2024

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Before - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Twenty-Four of Pedrotober: Sundance Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Rating: E for Every time I think about Marcus Acacius I want to fling myself into the sun because of his big hands and massive shoulders but instead of doing that I wrote this. Oral (fem receiving), unprotected p in v, Marcus the choking king is back, (kind of) semi-public sex.

Word Count: 1776

a/n: Just wait till you see how I incorporated the prompt into this one. Blink and you miss it. This is for my Marcus sister wife. Ask and you shall receive. This is firmly set in the same universe as "Fate" but you do not necessarily need to read that to understand this.

"Marcus," you giggle as he backs you against the wall, peppering your face with kiss after kiss. He's been at it for what feels like hours, large hands grabbing at your waist, twirling you around, touching every part of you he can reach as he guides you through the arena. It's already well into the night, late enough that he has no qualms about lurking in the shadows, making a place so riddled with death feel so full of life.

The moon is shining brightly overhead, illuminating his curls and the way they stand on end when you rake your fingers through them as he buries his face in your neck. You feel lighter than you ever have before, the burdens cascading from your shoulders whenever you're fortunate enough to find yourself in his arms.

And, you ponder, if this is what your grandmother meant when she spoke of love.

You push lightly at his shoulders when he bites down on your skin, marking you for the whole world to see. "Marcus, stop." It's a plea, but it isn't a serious one, and you can feel the way he's smiling against you. He halts his movement regardless, pulling back to gaze down at you with stars in his eyes.

He says nothing, his mouth falling open and then shut as he tries to form the words you long to hear. But you understand why they don't fall, the intensity of the magnetism that keeps you in his orbit rendering you speechless more than once, too. Everything had happened by chance, a rare feeling for someone whose entire life had felt so incredibly set on a singular, pre-written path. One riddled with death and despair suddenly shifting to an existence blessed with light and love. It had been his horse that brought you together, skittish when confined by the walls of the bustling city but calmed by your patient hand, his rider captivated from the moment you appeared in his world.

The days since have been filled with stolen moments, although it does little to diminish the whisper of rumors that float through the streets. The gossip that the soon-to-be general has his eyes set on a commoner. You must admit, it is difficult to conceal the blossoming relationship you and Marcus share, but you do your best to shelter it from the public eye, all too aware of the fate that might await you should something be confirmed.

Marcus does his best to convince you otherwise, assuring you now with murmurs against the shell of your ear that you would be protected. That he would marry you tonight if you would let him. The thought is tempting, the appeal of lounging in his bed for the remainder of your days, of washing the evidence of battle from his skin in song, languid strokes. It's an easy image in your mind, the life you would lead at his side, but it is also one that is constantly tainted by the darkness that follows wherever you go.

For your grandmother had also spoken of loss.

He paves a trail down your body, lips setting you ablaze as he parts your tunic and exposes your dripping center to the cool night air. "I will take care of you," Marcus vows as he guides the rough pads of his fingers through your folds, and you know instantly that he only speaks the truth. He slips a long finger past your entrance, easing you open with careful movements, and his name flows freely from your lips when he adds a second, your back arching against the hard brick. The delicate skin of your shoulders burns as it grazes over the coarse surface, but you would rather bleed than have him stop the practiced motions between your thighs.

You try to ground yourself, tugging on his hair when he parts your legs further and directs you to drape one over his broad shoulder. It opens you to his waiting tongue, eagerly latching onto your clit as sparks fire behind your closed eyes. In the bathhouses, you'd overheard the complaints of other women, their needs unmet during emotionless encounters, but you struggle to relate. With Marcus, you only know pleasure, and under a moonlit sky, he guides you toward the heavens.

A hand covers your mouth at the same moment you feel the scream rise in the back of your throat, and it shifts down to close around your neck in a silent command to remain quiet. The arena may be devoid of roaring crowds in the dead of night, but it is not without its dangers, and yet Marcus continues his ministrations. You reach your peak, shuttering in his arms and melting into his kiss, your taste lingering on his tongue once he's crawled back up your body.

There's a distant sound, one that causes him to crowd you further against the wall, enclosing you both in the shadows completely. The evidence of his desire presses firmly against your stomach, and when combined with the aftershocks of the climax still flowing through you, it only heightens your need for him.

"Marcus," you whisper breathlessly, grasping at his neck to draw him closer, encouraging him to continue.

He kisses you firmly, silencing you with a promise of all that is yet to come. "Not here," he returns, waiting for the din of footsteps to fade. When the silence settles around you, he pauses to reach above your head, delicately grasping a small bud that has found a home between the cracks. With a cautious hand, he plucks the rose and tucks it behind your ear, lust fading when his touch ignites another emotion entirely. One that you are more certain of with each passing second.

The dim streets feel hollow as you pass through them, your hand tucked safely in his. The faint blossom of the sun is already beginning to paint the sky, tainting the darkness with brilliant hues of pink and purple. Marcus rarely rushes when it comes to you, but his pace is steady as he leads you to his quarters. The humble abode is a far cry from the chambers he will receive upon his promotion, but is even further from the dingy room you call home. The elaborate furnishings are a stark reminder of the distance that separates you - the wealth, the status, the commission - everything that should keep you apart that means nothing when you're together.

You stand facing the bed as he locks the door, heart pounding in your chest with anticipation. The heat radiating from his skin is apparent when he steps behind you, tracing along your shoulders until the straps of your tunic slide down your arms, leaving you bare. Hands circle your body, charting a path that leaves air caught in your lungs. One stems lower, back toward your wanting center, the other higher, reaching for your breast and binding it in his firm grasp.

It's startling how quickly he works you up, the mess at the apex of your thighs a testimony to the way he knows your body better than perhaps you know yourself. Mere moments pass before your knees begin to give way, a strong arm clutching you against him until he can tenderly lower you to his bed. He towers over you as you watch him undress, removing the ornate garments from his frame piece by piece until he, too, stands naked before you.

Something echoes in the back of your mind, the complaints of women far more experienced than you. You cannot refrain from running your tongue along your swollen lips at the sight of him, far more impressive than anything the gossips could dream of. When he closes in on you, molding your body into the plush pillows at your back, seething his length into your waiting heat, you allow yourself to smile for just a moment because you get to experience this. You get to feel him. No one else.

Marcus grunts softly as he begins to rock into you, sliding out almost completely before thrusting home, his hips flush with yours. It's entirely too much when he hesitates, stilling as something unspoken passes between you again. The sun appears on the horizon, flooding his chambers with dull light as passion races to the front of your mind, spiraling out of control until you can feel the words on the tip of your tongue. You itch to grasp something, hands running along the sheets that surround you until he's lacing his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head and lowering to kiss your forehead.

"I love you," he breathes, lips brushing your skin at the same time that everything erupts. Warmth spills over your body as the morning light highlights the deep color of his eyes, and you know that for all the pain you have experienced in your life, you would live it all again if only to return to this moment. He doesn't wait for you to return the sentiment, immediately setting a persistent pace that has you digging your nails into his hand.

A thread coils in your stomach, tightening when he changes the angle so he covers you completely. You're surrounded, enveloped by him physically and emotionally, and the second he releases your hands, you're holding him against you, whispering your affirmations in his ear.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

The words don't feel adequate, the same way the time you manage to claim never feels long enough, and the way the distance between you always appears too far. You repeat them anyway, soaring higher until you feel his seed fill you, Marcus sighing in a final plea for you to follow him over the edge.

"Release."

You clench around him, pleading with the universe to surrender as you do. To allow you this. To let you remain in his arms despite the barriers that threaten to keep you apart. To grant you a lifetime of his love regardless of the trials that await you beyond the walls of these quarters.

You're aware, however, that it's a futile effort. The fates determined your futures long ago, and you cannot dispute their intent. Not even as the sun dances across the waves outside his window, threatening to dispel the darkness that lingers at the edge of your vision. Soon, he will go somewhere you cannot follow, and it causes you to hold him tighter. To wonder if when death comes, it will be gracious enough to take you both.

Because, as your grandmother once said, if you must die, may you die with the one you love.

Read the entire "Fate" Trilogy | Fate | Before | After

[coqvttes]

Hii! I'd love to see a nsfw drabble with Nanaimo and the song, "older" by Isabel LaRosa! Also I'm so sorry about your recent incident with the group and stuff :( I really do hope that your schol does something. Also congrats on 600!! I love your writing🫶

୨୧― ❝𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒���❞ — 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 heyy nonnie! you're literally a genius, i have always pictured nanami with this song?? and thank u babes, it's all been sorted outt and ily!

nsfw : fem!reader, sub!reader, older!nanami, manhandling, public sex, professor x student trope.

"baby, am i your little secret?"

professor nanami finds it very difficult to concentrate on todays lecture the moment you enter the hall. late as usual, dolled up in that tiny little thing you call a skirt, and your lips, glossier than ever.

and gosh when you finally sit down, with the way your legs cross under the table, it allows him to catch a sneaky glimpse of what he might be getting later.

he gulps, it's wrong, really. he's your professor, at least ten years older than you. he shouldn't be doing this, whatever "this" is, with you.

"eighteen, i'm old enough to keep it"

secret kisses, rushed touches and those looks you give him from your seat in the hall, it’s all he can think about as he tries to get through the lecture.

he chokes on his own words when you unwrap a lollipop, popping it into your mouth to suck on it slowly. he coughs and restarts his sentence, turning away to face the blackboard in hopes of getting you off his mind.

and then, at the end of the lecture, as you walk up to to his desk to hand in your research paper, his hand brushes over yours, and your eyes meet with his, gosh he looks so good in that button up.

"professor, i was wondering if i could get some feedback on the assignment." you look up at him innocently through your lashes, your fingers sliding up his arm as the last student leaves the room, grinning up at him.

"think i need someone older"

somehow, you find yourself bent over his smooth oak wood desk, your skirt flipped up as he tugs your cute little panties to the side, groaning at how wet you are.

gasping as he pushes into your cunt, you rest your cheek on the table as your eyes practically roll back into your head from how full he makes you feel. he begins to push himself in and out of you, yours nails begin scratching at the wood.

his hands glide under your top up your back and to your front to grope your breasts. switching from fondling them greedily to pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

"mmm-ah faster!" you cry, you voice is shaky and desperate as you cling onto the edges of the oak wood desk. skirt flipped up as he slams into you repeatedly, palms gripping onto your hips tightly.

"just a little bit colder"

you mewl out lewdly as he leans down his chest almost pressing shading your back as he pants in your ear. the sounds bouncing off the walls of the room are obscene.

a combination of gasping, faint slapping noises and his deep groans that make you tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

in the afterglow you find yourself grinning when he fixes your skirt, helping you up on your feet with a chaste kiss on your cheek. mumbling something along the lines of "keep up the good work". you smile at how sexy he looks when he fixes his tie, then combing his hair back with his fingers.

you love when he can change his whole demeanor the moment he has to get back to work, students entering the classroom, greeting him as they find their seats. that same serious and stoic demeaner that will always crumble for you from the flutter of your lashes.

[yeonlogic]

I belong to you . . .

PAIRING idolbf!yeonjun x f!reader GENRE fluff, suggestive, kinda nsfw towards the end if you squint WARNINGS mentions of petnames like (angel, baby, jagi, princess.)

Inspired by yeonbins unit song The killa (I belong to you)

yeonjun ver soobin ver

Its 1am. and your boyfriend still hasnt came home yet, you felt worried for him thinking he might be overworking himself again like he always does you were stressed and sad and all you wanted was to be in your boyfriends arms cuddling and kissing him.

you decided to go to the company he works at and visit him if anything happened to him.

“looking for yeonjun right?” the guard asked, obviously its not the first time this happens. you entered the building and heading into the elevator to go to the 10th floor where all the practice rooms are located.

ding

you arrived at the floor full of practice rooms looking at the small window on every door to see if hes in any of them till you reached the 5th door, you see his figure dancing infront of the mirror. you slowly opened the door to not get his attention while you admired his dancing skills.

his whole body started to sweat his black tank top soaking it all up, he took a break and sat down for a bit, you approached him

“hi love” you smiled and sat by his side “baby what are you doing here?” he said while you looked at him his hair disheveled and some hair strands sticking onto his forehead from his sweat “I was worried since you didnt come home early so i kinda um stressed out and decided to see if you were here” you frowned, “oh angel…” he said in a low voice “Im sorry jagi its just this one move in this choreo im practicing for tomorrow’s performance” he added

“you’ve been working so hard lately” you pouted knowing your boyfriend has been overworking for the past month for their new cb, “I know..i promise ill make it up to you” he smiled and grabbed your wrist making you stand up and placed his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

“even though your full of sweat right now I’d still hug you” you giggled and hugged him tightly while he pressed a kiss ontop of your head “I love you so much angel” he smiled “I love you too jjun..”

“we should head home hm? its getting late” you said “how about we do something else..?” he replied cheekily “theres dorms here anyway” he added “right now!? Isn’t there other people near those dorms..?” “Im sure you can keep quiet baby.”

a/n so so sorry if this was way too short i promise upcoming ffs/drabbles r coming soon 😓

© yeonlogic. please do not copy, modify or translate any of my works onto another social media platform.

[folkloresthings]

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE — send a muse + a song and i’ll write a little drabble for it.

Hi, can I ask for a little drabble for Carlos Sainz and illicit affairs by Taylor Swift? ❤️

also congratulations on your achievement ❤️

ILLICIT AFFAIRS. ❨ carlos sainz x reader ❩

“jump in.”

the ferrari had pulled up beside you before you’d even registered it, the window rolled down to reveal carlos’ soft smile behind the steering wheel. it had started raining on your walk back to the hotel, and your jacket draped over your head wasn’t doing much to keep you dry. you glance behind you, but the street is empty. there’s no one to spot you getting a ride from a certain driver.

hurriedly slipping into the front seat, your jacket chucked into the back, you sigh happily at the warmth of the car. glancing over, you find carlos’ gaze already resting on you, big and brown and soft. your throat dries up, despite having sat in this very car twenty times before.

“thanks.”

he nods, starting the car again and driving off down the road. he had been headed back to the hotel too, but misses the turn in and carries on along the monaco streets.

“where are we going?” you chirp, hoping it doesn’t go too high pitched when his hand reaches across to rest comfortably on your thigh. his lips tug upward, but he keeps his eyes ahead of him.

“you’ll see.”

there’s no one else about on the lookout point, parking lot empty of life besides the two of you. the whole of monaco is on display to you, sun setting just behind the horizon, lights beginning to glisten on the buildings. the radio hums softly from the speakers, soundtracking the silence between you.

both of you had been doing this little dance for months now. stolen glances and slipping hotel cards into your purse in passing. meeting under dark, hands barely brushing when other eyes were on you. carlos had a relationship to keep up for the cameras — a model that his pr team had chosen. you were just for behind closed doors.

“carlos?”

he looks over to you, his eyes so full of love, and you wonder how he can keep it hidden from the world. you wanted all of him, to bring him to your friend’s parties and christmas at your parents house. you wanted to walk down the street and not fear that a camera might catch you holding his hand.

“yes, mi amor?” he asks, watching the many thoughts racing through your glazed eyes. “what’s going on in that head of yours, hm?”

you sigh, sinking further into your seat. “how long can we go on like this?”

carlos quiets then, the smile that had been resting on such plump lips fading to a pensive line. he knew the truth — you both did, even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. nights like these would be perfect, your own little paradise, before the memory of them died the next morning.

“baby…”

you shake your head, tears threatening to spill the second his pet names ring out. you knew what was coming, promises that blurred into lies. “don’t call me that. not unless you mean it.”

he looks at you then, confusion painted on his features. you could have slapped him then, pretending like he didn’t know just what you were talking about. “unless we can make this real. i’m tired of hiding and pretending i’m not desperately in love with you, carlos. i’m tired of you not being able to take me out to dinner, or to support you at your races, or to hold you hand in public. i’m tired.”

“you know i can’t—” carlos stutters out, lost for what he can say. he won’t ever call you his, because you never could be. and no matter how much you wanted to cry and scream and hit him until he saw sense, he wasn’t yours to lose.

the worst part was, no matter how exhausting this love was, it was all you had. he had taken your life and painted it colours you’d never even known existed. everything had been better since carlos had stolen your heart away, but it was only better in secret.

“take me back to the hotel,” you whisper, head ducking to hide your tears from him. he reaches over, his chest aching. god, he hated making you feel like this — but he wouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. “please?”

your big, wet eyes find his in the dark of the car and he caves. nodding slowly, starting up the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. the drive back is slow and silent, even the radio can’t bare to be on. every so often you sniffle, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek, and carlos resists every urge to pull the car over and bundle you into his arms.

when the glow of the lobby is in sight, you finally look at him again. his own eyes are a little glossy and you know he’s holding every emotion in, deep deep down. he always did with you, never wanting to break. you reach over the centre console, soft lips pressing to his cheek. his eyes flutter shut, holding onto the feeling of your kiss lingering on his skin.

“we can work something out,” the spaniard gives it one last try, begging eyes turning to you. you’re so close to giving in, caving at any sign of his affection, but your heart knows it can’t take another beating.

“goodbye, carlos,” you whisper, hand squeezing his with a sad sort of smile. you slip out, fingers lingering on the closed door. you want him to get out, to follow you upstairs and beg for your mercy as he pleasures every inch of you. disappointment reigns when his car pulls away, disappearing into the monaco night. perhaps the last time you’ll ever see him — perhaps the last time your heart will ever love again.

[starleska]

Hi. You don’t know me (lie) could you write a drabble about Maestro coercing you to sing Phantom of the Opera style, you know the “you’re all mine” kind of thing

ohhhh yes of course i can 😉 i have never seen Phantom of the Opera, so i am substituting it for Poor Unfortunate Souls in The Little Mermaid 😂💖 this is suggestive! content warnings for invasion of personal space, being tied up, and threats 😉

Open Wide - Maestro x Reader 🎶💖

"The time to sing is now, darling—and I won't take NO for an answer!" Thick musical staffs made living encased your body, mummifying you and compressing your ribcage to the point of pain. Helpless, you'd dangled for hours and screamed 'til your throat turned raw. But such sounds were appetisers to an entity like Maestro: a monster in a conductor's gown, with a face beat for a god.

"But I can't..." you whimpered. "But I CAN'T~!" Maestro wheedled back in an exaggerated mockery of your voice. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. I can see all that delicious music of yours...it's all knotted up inside you, juuuuust here!" Maestro tapped your chest with the tip of their baton, and a cruel smirk graced their flawless lips. "Such...delicate songs," they whispered. "Almost as fragile as the body they were made in. Far too breakable for me to extract...so we're doing this the old-fashioned way." Maestro's voice lilted and purred like the ocean caressing a wayward ship, and with the same amount of danger. Their register waxed and waned between high and low, sharp and dull, girlish and masc, in a dizzying concord which made heat bloom in your cheeks. Up close, you found it difficult to focus on Maestro at all. It's as if the gorgeous ginger bombshell speaking those words was but a lure on an anglerfish, and the real Maestro sat contained within that honey-nectar voice. Your resolve weakened. Distantly, you heard Maestro laugh in a raucous way: the drunken laugh of tavern songs. The next time you blinked, Maestro loomed in front of you, their eyes heavy-lidded and their lips all plush and coy. "Why don't you open that pretty little mouth for me, sugar~?" Maestro didn't give you time to reply. They shoved their exquisitely manicured nails into the crevices of your cheeks and pried apart your lips, like they wanted to crawl down your throat. You gasped and tried to kick back, but Maestro was too quick for you: another musical staff lashed out like a whip and bound you at the knees.

"NO!"

The violence of Maestro's yell mere inches from your face made you cringe. Your whole body tensed, then slackened. Shuddering breaths left your open mouth as Maestro's thumb slipped inside and pressed down against your tongue. You stared into their wide, wild eyes, and saw a madness within Maestro which no song could ever contain. "Try that again, and I promise you, I will drain you dry of everything that makes you human. Understood?" Your heart hammered in your throat. Saliva gathered around the intruding digit in your mouth, and you fought every impulse to close your lips around it. Horrified, you nodded. "Now." Maestro's voice teetered with rage. "Say aaaaaa." "Aaa-aaaa-aaaaah~!" And you sang. Somehow, the most stunning melody poured from your previously untalented mouth. Maestro slipped their index and middle fingers past your lips and began massaging your tongue whilst tapping their nails against your teeth. With each slight manipulation of your mouth, Maestro altered the pitch, cadence, and beauty of your voice. It was the most wonderful thing you'd ever heard. You felt like you might pass out. How were you capable of singing like this?! "Mmm~," Maestro murmured approvingly. "There we go. That wasn't so tough, was it, babycakes~? I don't know how you could be so shy with such an...irresistible voice..." Maestro's staffs squeezed you on irresistible, and a full-body shudder wracked your insides, sending a tremor through your still-singing mouth. Hunger flashed in Maestro's eyes, and a wolfish grin cracked the symmetry of their lipstick. "I wonder what you taste like~?"

[phoebe-delia]

Eight Drarry Nights 2023

It's TIIIMEEEEEE!!!!

The wonderful @xx-thedarklord-xx tagged me in this post of Taylor Swift song lyric prompts, and it got me thinking. It's getting close to Hanukkah, which means I start planning something for my Eight Drarry Nights! (You can read 2021 and 2022!)

SO here's the plan:

Send me the prompt of your choice to my ask box (not DMs, please) and I will write you a Drarry drabble based on it

If you choose to prompt a Taylor Swift song, the only songs I will not write from are: "Marjorie," "Ronan," "Forever Winter," "Bigger Than The Whole Sky," and "Soon You'll Get Better." Lyrics from any other released song in her discography are fair game, including the ones I've already done for the Drarry as Taylor Swift songs series or otherwise.

Of course I will accept songs/lyrics by other artists. Or non-song prompts. I'm including the Taylor lyric list for inspiration for those who want it.

I will accept prompts from the first 8 people who submit them. Barring unforeseen circumstances, I will post one ficlet on each night of Hanukkah (Dec. 7 to 15).

If you submit a prompt and I don't write it, there is a chance I will still do it! It would just be later/outside of the holiday. (Though, full disclosure, I still have prompts from last year in my ask box that I haven't fulfilled because I haven't had the inspiration for them. I do still hope to write them one day. Just keep that in mind!)

Just a note: I do not write explicit smut. (I'm just not good at it lol. So if you send me something from "So It Goes" or "Dress" expecting full-on smut, just know now that won't happen). I am usually comfortable writing up to an M rating; if this is a factor for you, here's a link to my works to see what I personally consider to be rated M. If you have a specific rating request, please indicate that in your prompt. Otherwise, I will go wherever my muse leads.

Also: please let me know of any squicks, triggers, or other things to avoid. Obviously, you do not have to include these in the ask. If you have certain limits that you don't want others to see, I request that you submit just the prompt itself through my ask box and then DM me if you wish to convey them separately.

As always, the fics might still be holiday/Hanukkah-themed—or they may not. The idea behind this is to make little Hanukkah gifts for people; not to necessarily have a religious or holiday theme.

Happy prompting, and let me know if you have any questions!

[my-on-and-off-writingstuff]

Hey dear! I just finished "Troublemaker PT.2" and the part on Daemon teaches reader to dance is really one of my favorites, that said I was wondering if you could elaborate on an imagine/oneshot of her birthday please?( Feel free to ignore)

Drabble: "Mind if I cut in?" Daemon x Reader

I am so sorry for fulfilling your request like four months later. I really hope you still enjoy it nonetheless. You can find my troublemaker series in my masterlist!

106 AC

The day of your fifteenth name day had arrived and to say you were nervous was an understatement. The whole day you had spent cooped up in your room being probed and made ready into the beautiful gown your mother acquired for you. The whole day you have barely had a chance to sit down and your feet were already aching. “They are waiting for you dear.” You look up at your mother entering the room with a big smile on her face. Delighted at being the centre of attention by making all this fuss about you. You try to smile but the smile does not quite reach your eyes as the fear of disappointing your mother claws its way around your throat.

Slowly you walk behind your mother to the banquet hall where the ball is going to be held. It might be childish, but you were stalling. You knew the dancing lessons had not paid off its fruits even when your mother increased the time spend with your teacher. He simply was not patient enough with you to teach it, and often made you feel dumb. Your mother had not helped much with the expectation she had laid on you and the increasing disappointment every time the teacher reported back to her. You could only hope Daemon was there to save you from the horrors of being the centre of attention when you had to open the ball with the first dance. But you doubted it as he had flown out on some royal business earlier this morning.

The doors to the banquet hall opened and instantly the music swelled announcing your entrance. Your eyes scanned the room in search of the blond Targaryen hair, while you saw some shiny blondes, they were not the ones you were looking for. You are breathing quickens slightly and you felt your hands go clammy. Slowly you descend the stairs, looking down at your feet to try not to trip. Congratulations are thrown your way when you make your way into the middle of the room. You try to relax as you socialize with the people around you after all the dancing is yet to come.

As the music almost swelled to an end your mother pushed you towards a handsome boy of your age, he was from a house close to yours. The boy politely asked you to honor him for the first dancer and you nodded back. your nervousness was back in full force and your eyes scanned the room once more. you doubted this boy would be able to help you not make any mistake and embarrasses your whole family in front of all the guests, but Daemon simply was not there. You took in a deep breath and ran over the dancing steps in your head once more. you could do this, Daemon taught you right, you just needed someone who was half as decent as him you guide you through it and not step out of tune.

As the last notes of the song faded away and the group prepared to play a new one you closed your eyes quickly. “Mind if I cut in?” a deep tone interrupts your thoughts, and you open your eyes quickly. Daemon does not wait for an answer as he pushed the boy to the side. He takes you in his arms as he winks at you. “I was not going to miss this, little one.” As the first melodies of the song start, he softly guides you a step back before twirling you around. You smile a real one as the nervousness lessens with each step. Daemon makes sure to complicate the dance even more as he twirls you around.

You almost enjoy yourself until you make a slight mistake. Almost clumsily you step on his feet, but his face does not change for a moment, keeping up his appearance of a young royal prince he just twirls you again. “Daemon, I a-.” He shakes his head and reassures you with a smile. “Do not fret, my feet will survive, troublemaker.”

110 AC

Daemon looks at his wife who is dancing with another man. Caching the light of the overhead candles makes your dress sparkle as you catch the attention of others as you look absolutely radiant. Slight jealousy is rearing its head at the sight of it, but he contains it as you smile happily. It is almost hard to believe that a mere years ago you had loathed the thought of dancing as you believed you had not been any good in it. However, it was only a lapse of confidence as you had felt the pressure of your mother and family to perform in reality you were good and had started enjoying it from there on out.

At the sight of a hand slightly lowering on your body Daemon had more than enough. After all, he only had one dance with you earlier in the evening and he was due for another one. Moreover, another man touching you that way was reserved for one person and one person only. Without even politely asking to cut in he pushed the men aside. Catching you off guard as you stumbled slightly but when you recognized his touch you melted perfectly in his arms. You smiled up at him as he moved you across the dance floor. “Couldn’t resist?” you tease him as you lean up to quickly kiss him on his cheek. “He was touching what was mine.”

Your hand lays over his heart as the two of you stand a little closer than you have to. “Possessive much.” You smirk as he lowers his gaze to you with a smouldering gaze. Not caring if it was appropriate or not, he lowers his lips to yours. You melt against him as you kiss him back. The two having stopped dancing, now blocking others from moving around you as the dance inclines. You hear a cough behind you and with flushed cheeks, you break the kiss. You pull him back into the line as the two of you continue to dance again. “So even my kisses are not good enough to whisk you away.” Daemon signs as he holds you in the proper positions. Much to his regrets.  “Only because you made me love dancing, especially when it is with you,”

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Taglist: @targaryenmoony

[darkcrowprincess]

Mike didn't mean to:

*I'm writing this over frustration of the stranger things fanfiction. And how I haven't found any fanfiction for the manifestation theory. Listen to the song eight by sleeping at last to get the vibes of the little drabble nonsense I'm writing.*

If you were to look up the meaning of manifestation in the dictionary, you would find the following definition;

An event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something, especially a theory or an abstract idea. The action or fact of showing an abstract idea.

Or in simple terms; the public display of emotion or feeling, or something theoretical made real. Lets repeat the last few words again shall we, "or something theoretical made real." That's the thing that gets Mike Wheeler everytime he thinks about all of this. He made something not real, real. He changed things. All because he couldn't handle his emotions. His grief! How horrible is that right? How selfish! How childish! But, and thats a big but. Lets also look at things from Mike Wheeler's side.

If he didn't use his powers(and honestly Mike is still stuck on that fact, like holy shit he has powers! Like on one side so cool right?! But on the other hand! Shit why can't my life be normal! thinks one Mike Wheeler) Will would be dead. And not by the upside down like how he changed it. But dead being murdered, and murdered by his piece of shit dad Lonnie Byers.

Hopper would still be in his rut about his daughter. So having El (even though El was just an Npc Mike made up) and the Byers in his life really helped him.

Mike was 12 at the time when he saw Will's body at the quarry(the real first time not the fake one that he made up with his powers with the fake Will body) seeing something like that. Seeing the body of the person you known since you were 5(and might have even love though you'll never admit it. Trauma and inner homophobia being a toxic mix) like that broke something in Mike. Broke open something Mike wasn't even aware that was inside of him.

And lastly, Mike didn't mean to. He didn't even know he was doing all of this. Nancy has a theory it was all subconscious. Both to protect himself from the truth and the grief. But to also keep Will safe and alive. Above all else keep Will safe.

So add all that up, you can't help feeling some complicated empathetic feelings for Mike( and Will. Lets not forget Will. Dear sweet murdered boy) for this whole mess. Making his dungeons and dragons game real to save his best friends life? Admirable, one could even say sweet(romantic). But also very upsetting. The Wheeler's even before all of this was not a good family. His parents being what they are. Mike kept his emotions bottled up. Because boys in the 80s were ment to be men. Strong, unemotional, manily. However we know the truth. Emotions are not ment to be bottled up. Its like shaking a soda. Eventually any moment, any big disturbance will cause it all to come exploding out in a big pop. Spilling everywhere.

12 year old Mike seeing Will Byers (his best friend) corpse there at the quarry that day was the big popping moment of all his emotions. Like a breaking and a shattering. His mind came open and his unknown powers came spilling out. Changing everything. Unknowingly saving Will by turning their lives into one big adventure after another. One big game. One big Dungeon and Dragons campaign. He created everything. Every villian, every monster, every unusual thing he made up( a lot influenced by things Mike loved and hated of course) made real all without Mike realizing it. What did it matter if everyone was playing a game the weren't even aware of or wanted to be a part of? Thinks Mike, manifestation powers glowing all around his in his shocked state. Will was alive. Will was safe.

Even though Will hadn't been completely safe had he? Mike didn't have full control of everything. No. Once he brought something powerful into existence, they basically had a will and a mind of its own. The campaign kept getting more and more dangerous. Plus what about the things and people Mike couldn't control? It was all getting out of hand. And now Hawkins was split everywhere. The upside-down spilling into the real world.

*and thats all I have now for this. Maybe I'll write more to this later.*

[youandthemountains]

So a long time ago, I promised @cookietastic a rec list of danzen fics, and bc I am treating myself today I'm finally making it. First, complete works, all fairly short:

Aftercare: a drabble by @libertinepast for everyone craving something based off of Chozen's proclivity for getting his hands on Daniel

Untitled by @iamtheremin - look, you can really never go wrong reading anything by theremin, but her danzen fics are particularly beautiful imo. This is - I almost don't want to reveal too much because the build up is so beautifully done so let's say it's about Daniel bounding out as he does, curious and open and half-cocked even as an old man, and what comes of that.

Untitled 2 by @iamtheremin - A missing scene fic for season 5, Chozen POV. god it's got everything - a wonderful Kumiko and some understanding of Damiko's whole deal too. A play on the infamous NINY scene with a happier ending. WINGMAN JOHNNY god might be my actual favorite and nearly impossible to find thing. Misunderstandings. It's just so lovely.

draw the curtain, come back to bed by @youandthemountains - yes, me. Look, I know it's got to be in bad taste to recommend yourself, but. I do reread this constantly. I really gave myself what I wanted and I actually feel good that I communicatrd what I wanted to. It's also a missing scenes fic for s5, but this one is about quiet intimacy and rest.

@phoomwhoosh 's Danzen 90s AU - look it's what it says in the title, and it's so dreamy and sugarspun - in every way, sweet and hot. Enjoy a lovely Kumiko cameo in the second part.

I Know We're Karate Cousins But... by @merv606 - speaking of hot, some fantastic Amanda/Daniel/Chozen smut. Love this vision of the Larussos.

Old Acquaintance by @iamtheremin - As the luckiest person in the world, this was a fantastic birthday gift last year. Chozen reminisces about old loves and old selves as he enjoys his new present.

Last Thoughts by @danielslaw - beautiful missing scene fic about the aftermath of the final Silver fight. Wounds and near-death love confessions.

Putting Out the Fire by @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy - man, let me tell you. This fic. So empathetic to both Chozen and Daniel. So funny and lively. So sweet and charged. It's set in s5, during the cut the head off the snake scene. Finally Daniel's adoring smile there gets the good hard kiss it deserves in response.

Anything to be Your Baby by @macchiatosdumptruck - again speaking of smut, if you're looking for sugarbaby Daniel in a kind of Crime AU, you've got it here.

And now the amazing WIPs - some a little longer, but all so worth it imo

I Forget Where We Were by @ladyifrit - FIC OF ALL TIME. A fantastic secret santa, this is a Daniel/Amanda, Daniel/Chozen and eventual Daniel/Amanda/Chozen fic exploring the missing scenes from the aftermath of Daniel's beating at Stingray's house. It's such a good character study of Amanda and exploration of the Larussos, I love it so much.

Pictures of You by @chwheeler - WHAT IF young Daniel and Chozen got into sexting before it was cool, and became odd pen pals who exchanged softcore hot photographs instead of letters because vulnerability hard? WHAT IF you were craving a fic that felt like a Carly Rae Jepsen song? WHAT IF you wanted to read about the cast of kk2 with real, full lives and feelings and humor?

And some shameless WIP plugs of mine:

Like Tears in the Rain for CK Halloween (I know...) a loose Blade Runner AU. What if Terry Silver used those riches to work with an evil tech company to build a Daniel Android? What if there are multiple Daniels, only one flesh and blood one, and all of them feel like the real Danie to themselves? What if that sense of something wrong with them is correct for some of them? Endgame is Daniel/Chozen and Daniel/Amanda, but two different types of Daniel's.

Serei no Mai for the Secret Santa - a Daniel/Kumiko/Chozen endgame AU of the Lindsey Lohan Christmas movie. Daniel moved to Okinawa in the 90s where he helped a married Yukie and Miyagi run a hotel. Chozen ended up following Kumiko on tour as she followed her ballerina dreams. He hasn't been back to Okinawa since his exile, but when he's called to return home, a series of events leads to him being an amnesiac in a conflicted Daniel's bed.

[murderoushagthesequel]

-favourite ship you have written for (and your favourite of those works)

-favourite ship that you haven’t written for but would like too

-favourite of the crack ships from TPATH (put the “cutesy” names you made them)

-favourite oneshot/drabble you’ve done

-favourite fanfic you’ve read

i am so sorry this took me absolutely forever to answer :sob: you gave me some tough questions (i loved it) thank you!

favourite ship you have written for (and your favourite of those works)

is it any surprise i'm going to say jegulus? they're just so. idk how to describe all my feelings on jegulus. i could write whole essays on them. but they're so comforting to me! i can write them so easily because they just make sense to me, they resonate with me. and i am a jegulus variant (just saying) so writing both of them is so fun for me because it's like... a little piece of me! if you've ever read my depictions of james or regulus you are likely at least partially reading my depictions of myself. and just, writing the appreciation they have for each other in all their differences is really comforting to me. so which is my favorite jegulus work? stop that's so hardddddd. my favorite probably will be r&rfaf but they haven't been written yet! so! tbh i think i’m gonna have to say our song. they’re so cute and happy and fluffy and i wrote bits and pieces based off my southern family which makes me happy so yeah. but i’m also a whore for angst sometimes and in those cases suicide in your arms (would’ve been easier) jegulus are so. they break me. in a good??? way.

favourite ship that you haven’t written for but would like to

oh this one is easy. pandalily. i love them. and i’m in love with both of them. but yeah, pandalily or jegudora <3. pandalily will be in r&rfaf and i can’t wait for that. jegudora, well….. who tf knows. (i wrote this initially like a week ago and now idek. there’s dozens of ships i want to write for).

favourite of the crack ships from TPATH (put the “cutesy” names you made them)

i’m gonna have to go with homewrecker, serenedilf, and twin crystal <3 (but nothing could ever beat sleakeasy let’s be real)

favourite oneshot/drabble you’ve done

i’m gonna cheat here and do favorite one shot AND favorite drabble because I CANT CHOOSE. i love all my babies <3. so favorite one shot… i’m tempted to say suicide in your arms just because it’s my newest so it’s freshest in my mind lol. i had so much fun writing it and it was a bit of a new writing style for me, plus i tried a bunch of new things while writing and really liked how it came out! of course, it is sad so… that’s… a thing. but i mostly write happy things so, just a change of pace one might say. in terms of my favorite drabble/blurb, i’m gonna have to say teenage dream. it’s just so akfjnsanafkajns. like regulus KNOWS what he’s doing to james. and he’s doing it *on purpose.* he’s so real for that. i kinda want to write a part two… maybe to a different katy perry song, who knows? idk i really like everything i’ve posted <3

favourite fanfic you’ve read

i- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO ANSWER THIS???? THERE ARE SO MANY. so instead, i’m giving my favorite one shots which are Angel of Death by @otrtbs and Kiss In The Kitchen (like it's a dance floor) by @apricusapollo- i left comments on both with my full reasons on why i love them <3 but choosing is really hard because i honestly have loved nearly every fic i’ve read, they’re all incredible.

[fanfoolishness]

Going for the whole list. Trying to make the most of my time before I head back to work!

48 fics. Holy cow! Then again, I love writing things in the 1000 - 5000 word range, which makes this sort of nonsense possible.

Something new... I can't say that there's much I did that's utterly new. I really stuck within my wheelhouse of angst, hurt/comfort, family feels and Dragon Age romance. I've also been at this ficcing thing for nearly 25 years, so it's getting a little hard to be entirely new with what I write. Unless you mean new things like new characters, which I certainly did, with dives on all the Batch and then exploring things like Lucanis and Spite's dynamic.

The Bad Batch has inspired the most work of the year, between awesome challenges like @summer-of-bad-batch and friends encouraging me. But, I know that Dragon Age is going to be a powerful engine for my creativity for the next several years if the previous games are anything to go off of, thanks to the magic of replayability and making new characters.

I wrote mainly for Jedi: Survivor, The Bad Batch, and Dragon Age: The Veilguard with a little dabbling in The Mandalorian.

Harding x Rook, though I was so dazzled by getting through the game I didn't get as deep in my feels as I might have. I might replay some parts of my first Rook just for that. Lucanis x Rook has really stolen my heart though. I'm nothing if not a sucker for a tortured man, especially one where the romance ends hopefully!

Cal Kestis, Crosshair, Omega, Tech, both of my Rooks, Lace Harding, Lucanis, really the Veilguard in general.

Yep! The Bad Batch was totally new, and we didn't get the Veilguard until Halloween.

Most meaningful fic for me to write.... a rain that sounds like home tackles sibling grief, recovery, and learning to accept help through a character who struggles with admitting he feels anything at all. Dragging Crosshair through his feelings for 8 chapters was a painful and meaningful joy.

Loved working on the waves flowing, the dawn blooming. Tears kept seeping out of my eyes as I wrote. It's full of a bittersweet pride and fierce family love that Hunter feels for Omega, with a side look at a Crosshair who's fully at peace.

What fic was most satisfying to finish: a sickness of the soul. 10 chapters when I don't often do chaptered fic (usually one every few years, but this year I had two!!), deep conversations between Cal and Merrin, Weird Force Shit, and a deep look at Cal's fears and hatreds. This was really fun even when it was difficult, and I still love rereading it.

a rain that sounds like home, hands down. I stewed over it for weeks, maybe months, before I got enough down to start to feel confident posting it. It was so hard to avoid the temptation to have Crosshair be a mess right away, when he's THE MOST emotionally unavailable character in the history of ever, and while I wanted my big messy breakdown I forced myself to take 30K to get there. Many things to @just-here-with-my-thoughts who listened to me beating my head against the wall on this.

the thing with feathers (it isn't hope.) was surprisingly fun and easy and I banged it out in a morning with very little editing needed. Spite and Lucanis figuring each other out with a healthy side of whump makes me happy.

Longest: a rain that sounds like home at 43,000 words. Shortest: Spite's Sight, where Spite sees something wrong with Rook but can't describe it, 119 words, almost a true drabble.

Oooh, fav writing songs. Twice by Little Dragon is a hypnotic, spare little piano song that helps me get into a groove easily; Tell My Lover by Kathryn Joseph is another deeply moody piano song that winds up on almost all of my shipping playlists when I need an angsty vibe. Barnacled Warship by Johnny Flynn was one I really loved for chipped Crosshair vibes. I loved Cinder Well's Two Heads, Grey Mare for Cal's grief when writing a sickness of the soul.

Hardest fic to title: the shorter they are, often the tougher they are to pull out a phrase for the title. Little drabbles often just get one or two interesting words to name them.

Oooooh, fav title. a sickness of the soul grabbed me immediately as Merrin's diagnosis for Cal's dark side leanings; but I think I just adore the take on Emily Dickinson's poem with the thing with feathers (it isn't hope). For a single word title, I really liked Senescence as a rather medical word applied to the Batch entering their twilight years, a callback to the Kaminoans' presence in their lives from birth until death.

Favorite opening line?? oh man. I'm really not that great at opener lines, they're not my favorite. My very first Bad Batch fic, Still, had a decent one: It’s a feeling every soldier knows instinctively: the unique prickle of the hairs on the back of the neck, the slight stiffening of the spine, the body’s realization coming a split second before the mind’s. 

Favorite closing line is going to be much more difficult. I love closers. But upon review this year, I didn't have any that really bowled me over! I do like this one from ill-fitted, about Crosshair in The Solitary Clone: The shadows pool around him, and he waits to go and keep the peace.

Favorite piece of dialogue: I really liked this open moment from Hunter, set during Breaching the Wall when Crosshair isn't sure if he can recover. "Crosshair, you’re the most stubborn bastard I’ve ever met.”  Hunter’s voice was warm, affectionate.  “If you decide to get better, you will.  I know it.  You just… you have to decide you deserve it.”

Funniest line might be this exchange between Tech and Phee in A New Fascination:

“We still need to get you back in one piece.  I have a feeling your family would have strong words for me if I left you here for the birds.” “The gulls would not be interested in me unless I had already died,” Tech pointed out.  “I am far too large to register as a prey item for this species.”

21. What surprised me while working on a story? I was quite surprised to go on a tangent in a rain that sounds like home and introduce Crosshair to a bunch of elderly characters on Pabu. Crosshair, darling of the elderly. It didn't change the whole story, but proved a great way to show him starting to weave himself into daily life on Pabu and start to form his own connections with the community separate from his relationships with his siblings.

22. Ugh, Google Docs because I can write from my big heavy gaming laptop at home or from my iPad Pro at a coffee shop. I know they're evil, yes, I know.

23. Finishing TWO chaptered fics with concepts that were difficult to wrangle, where both fics stymied me at multiple times, where both challenged me and I challenged them right back.

24. How do I celebrate finishing fics? Often by scampering off to my husband to chatter at him about how excited I was to finish it.

25. Go back to the source material, especially for Dragon Age. Going to dive right back in after this most likely.

26. Go check out my art blog at @doodlingfoolishness :-D All my art goes there. I also customized two droids and a puffer pig this year as part of my general Star Wars fandom, haha, and worked on multiple Batuu bounds/cosplay ideas.

27. Just Summer of Bad Batch and the upcoming Changed zine with a focus on Tech and Crosshair!

28. I would thank @stardustandash for hanging out in multiple fandoms with me, @mordororbust for patiently listening to me freak out even when we haven't had fandoms in common for years, @red-velvet-panda and @azertyrobaz for just being generally awesome (even if I got some very stupid Crosshair related nicknames on Discord from them), and @rederiswrites for being an awesome writer and also for sharing my love for Lucanis x Rook/cheering my writing on in general.

29. I wrote nearly 172,000 words this year!!!! Could I write 3000 more tonight to get to 175K??? Doubtful but I'm still extremely proud of this, it was my best year ever!

30. So. Much. Dragon Age. And we're heading back to the Severed Floor soon... there's going to be an awful lot to explore!

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

How many fics have you worked on since January?

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year?

What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)

How many fandoms did you write for this year?

What ships captured your heart?

What characters captured your heart?

Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?

What were your go-to writing songs?

What was the hardest fic to title?

What's your favorite title of the year?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share your funniest line

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

Did you create fanworks other than fic?

How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What's left on your to-do list for 2024?

What would you like to write next year?

[rebelistics]

Drabble; The Wardens Duty

The two elves shifted, one peering around the corner of the cavern they currently stayed in. They were waiting for the rest of their squad to make it to where they were, all needing to delve into the caverns the darkspawn currently stayed within. The Commanding officer had left, leaving the current two to keep the camp safe and chatting amongst each other. The woman shifted, leg bouncing in her impatience as she waited to see what would happen. Commander M seemed to be punctual, but there was no telling what time it would take her to get to where they currently were. The caverns were damp, a small puddle of rancid looking water soaking the stone floor. It was wrong, but they had to make due with what they had.

"Kana, you've got to find peace. They'll be back. That Commander knows what she's doing. She's tough as hell." The man was settled against the wall corner where he had full view of the cavern, the fire settled where a drip of water couldn't fall on it and dampen the wood. They'd never worked with her. Far as they knew, she was from Ferelden. Small, with long ginger, grey streaked hair that had been woven into one large braid that ended behind her knees and weighted with a lightened mace head. Grey blue eyes shifted from his sister to the sides of the cavern, keeping an eye out, but not quite fully on guard. Elbows rested in a relaxed manor against his thighs as the heels of his boots dug into the stone before him.

Her matching grey-blue eyes looked to her brother, her arms crossing over her chest. "We're in the deep roads, Mahvir. Anything can happen down here." Their squad was meant to clear out a section and help a small group of dwarves that thought they might know where a thaig was locate what they thought would be lost to them before now. "I don't care if she's the First Warden's great grand niece twice removed, she can still get hurt... So can Daw and Ivy." The only new member of their group was the commander. She was rumored to know a lot of the deep roads, having been in them during the whole blight problem in 9:30.

The brows of the brother shifted down, corners of his lips curving downwards, too. "We could learn a thing or two from her. I heard the Hero of Ferelden survived the blight and killing the archdemon. You don't find it odd she just goes by M?" He was quicker than his sister at times, especially when he was the one often times doing his research into the grey wardens. "The Hero's name was Meranni Mahariel. Both of her names had M in them. And she's a commander." He shifted to toss another log into their fire, keeping light in the area. Lips stayed curved down as he looked up at his sister again, shifting to reassert his balance between the rocks he currently settled between.

She brushed her loose bangs back, them still falling back into her face as she found a wall to lean on. "But people called her Anni more than anything else. Even her records before she went missing say so. Chances are she's already left for her calling by now." She would be in her fifties, how absurd to assume otherwise. The Calling was usually a death sentence. Whenever the Wardens heard the song call to them, they would leave for the deep roads and never be seen again. They had been from a dalish clan, much like their fellow warden that was on this mission with them. He was from a different clan, but... he was there with them.

His frowned deeply and shifted to look towards the direction the group had left. He knew they would be back. But they had to simply wait for them to come back. For now, he shifted to poke the burning logs and add another to the pile. "I don't know, she survived killing the archdemon. First recorded ever. She might have a more distant calling than most." He shifted to look up, his eyes glinting in the fire. "At least consider it. If you were a legendary grey warden and maybe you think you did bad during the blight, wouldn't you want to start over if you had to come back to the wardens?" He shifted to look through his pack, assuming he wasn't the only one feeling hungry. Maybe by the time the group got back, they could have food to eat and rest.

She heard the voices coming down one of the long, winding caverns before he did. Her hand instinctively went to her sword, the cape of her armor swaying with the movement. That grip was quick to relax when the three semi-familiar faces passed into the light of the campfire and found places they could take seats around it. The commander only took a moment to warm up before she split from the group and vanished into her tent without a word. A confused look passed the silver haired woman's face, her attention moving to the qunari that was working on enchanting the fire. "What pissed in her mutton?"

The brunet was the first to laugh and shift forward, a dagger holding meat over the fire. "She's... an interesting one. M doesn't seem to like people asking a lot of questions." He snuck a glance to Ivy, who furrowed her brows and pressed her lips together in annoyance. She knew she got too curious, but one of her questions seemed to push the Commander over the edge. The rogue had noticed it almost immediately. "I know Ivy didn't mean to make her mad, but the Commander seems to have been through a lot."

The purple crystal in Ivy's horn glinted as she looked from the rogue to the pair of siblings before her. "I just asked her how she liked Ferelden... She said it's cold and gave me a dirty look.." She shifted to rummage through her pack for a mug, carefully pouring some water into the bottom with some creme and chocolate powder, stirring it as well as she could before holding the mug over the fire. "If you knew it was going to make her mad, why didn't you say anything, Daw?" She muttered, holding her mug a careful distance away from his currently cooking small slab of meat.

The siblings looked between each other before Mahvir spoke up, hands moving with palms out as he glanced between their friends. "I have a theory, but if it's gonna get us yelled at, I'll pass." He knew all he had to do was get back into the library when they got back and he would be able to look into her background more thoroughly. Regardless, he looked to his sister and back to the others before realizing something wasn't right. He looked back to her, head tilting some. "Is something wrong, sister?" She gave no response, him looking to the others and back to her after a moment. "Kanais?"

There was a noise from the commander's tent, the entrance flap being shoved aside as she exited and looked around. She knew something was wrong, too. It was only a few moments before he felt it, too. Silence falling among the five wardens that now were on guard. "Fenhedis..." The ginger finally spoke, her hands moving for her sword and shield. It was the sign for everyone to set aside whatever they were doing to weapon up and be ready. Kana reached for her mallet, the weapon closest to her for the moment as she looked into the darkness for any sign of movement.

Mahvir's sword and shield had been leaned up against the largest of the two stones he was balanced between, him now planting his feet firmly on the ground as he moved into a position that the two lighter fighters would have a chance to handle things easier if something happened. They all stood with their backs to the cavern wall, all of them glancing between each other and keeping an eye on their surroundings. Ivy conjured fire to light a torch and offer it to Daw to throw into the darkness, him obliging instantly before they all heard the loud hiss.

The icy blues of the Commander trained near the torch, her stance stiffening and prepping for an assult. There was no telling what they would have come at them. No telling when the darkspawn would stumble its way closer to the camp and they would have to take it out quickly. It wasn't until there were a few more hisses and the sounds that they could only compare to metal scraping a stone surface started coming from around them. The ginger was the first to move, her shield moving to block a spear-like object plummeting to her from midair. This caused it to ricochet off the solid metal and lodge into the curve of the wall behind her tent.

The other two warriors stared only momentarily in shock at how fast the movement had been, their attention then going to the movements that were happening outside the edge of their camp. Kanais shifted to look for her sword and shield, both of which were a little distance outside of her tent. She would have to figure out how to hold off the hoard and get those rather than her hammer. For now, her movement would be slower. Daw seemed to realize this and shifted to lend assistance to her side, while Ivy moved to cover both the Commander and Mahvir.

The low rumble became louder, the further back darkspawn louder than the ghouls at the front. One finally broke the light of the torch, the reflex of the Commander cutting it down nearly as fast as her reflecting the javelin. She let out a primal yell, sparking the rest of the darkspawn to run forward. Kanais thought her ears were going to bleed. Daw shouted for her to go get her sword and shield, moving to take a quick stance before her. She moved as fast as she could to toss the hammer away from the point of clashing to grab her sword and shield.

The hissing was upon them, coming from every direction as the rogue smoothly dodged around and slashed the ghouls down. Each that fell let out a horrid shriek, the sound of it collapsing to the ground being the next sound. Mahvir was using his shield in offensive and defensive means, sometimes giving out the loud ringing of metal meeting the face of a darkspawn before it was slashed or driven through with his sword. There was a loud noise before there was the sound of something being dragged, sparks lighting up as ghouls were bumped violently out of the way.

Mahvir was prepping for the attack, but before his eyes, the ginger had moved in front of him and raised her shield, bracing herself to stop the enormous axe before it hit the brunet. He didn't waste time, moving around her to aim a hit at the arm in a slashing motion. His blade struck, but got stuck halfway into the arm as the hurdlock was moving again. There was a moment of panic before M was moving to aim for the head. The blade struck, her stroke continuing to about halfway through the head. She pulled the blade back, causing the collapsing creature to fall to its knees before it collapsed forward. Mahvir's blade was pulled in the same manor, him nodding to her before turning and stroking down another ghoul.

Ivy threw spells she could out at the approaching ghouls, ignoring the ear-splitting shrieks and screams of the darkspawn. She was, however, the first to spot it... "Enchanter! Back Ranks!" She shifted to create a wall of fire between the ghouls and the warriors for a moment, pointing to the back. There hovered a creature whose screams could rival a banshee. M was fast on her feet for a woman clad in heavy metal plating, her feet seeming to float from one space to the next as she cut down ghouls in her way.

Her movement went from quick to heavy in moments, her hand holding her shield reaching back and throwing with all her might at the creature. It shrieked and hissed at impact, her shortly following up with a heavy handed slash and cutting through it. It fell to the ground with another harsh shriek, Daw having moved to her spot to hold the ghouls flowing towards the camp from getting into the camp.

The Javelin thrower was the next big problem. Daw and Ivy would be exposed to it if they were mid fight and didn't see it coming. Another shriek was given, the shield of the commander lifting to stop the javelin from landing its mark... It didn't stop, however. What she thought would be one became two... then three. And there was a familiar dragging noise. Icy blue eyes widened, realizing she couldn't stop the axe and the javelins.

They were going to have to break the line defending their camp. She realized it as she noticed the hurdlock started moving towards the Commander. Yelling wasn't going to stop the hurdlock from attacking her. The grey-haired warden shifted, using her shield and blade to push through the slowly dwindling ghouls. By the time the commander was turning to see the Hurdlock starting to drag its axe towards her, Kanais was raising her shield to defend the other.

"That was stupid, warden."

"Oh, save it. I saved your ass, you're welcome."

She shifted the shield to allow her blade to cut just underneath it, her attention shifting to their surroundings. Her brother was staring with surprise, shifting to slice down another ghoul. He called to the other two to start thinning the ghouls. There were shouts of counts behind her, the grey-blue eyes of the warden focused on her current fight. She shifted the shield back, throwing her weight into the impact with the hurdlock's face before she ran her blade through its head and moved to slice down. It gave one more guttural noise before collapsing into a heap.

Now the younger warden could help the other, her shield held up as she turned to give another target for the Javelinier to hit. It was only moments before she saw the streak of blue and silver and next she knew the rhythmic clanging of the javelins stopped. It was still yelling, thrashing as it tried to hit Daw. Kana was a little faster in moving this time, her blade shifting so she couldn't hurt herself with it while she moved as she rushed towards the enemy. Her blade struck down on its arm, it letting out a howl of pain before Daw's blades went through its chest. Her brother was next on it, being sure to get its head off its shoulders.

There was a tiredness being worn by the Commander, her looking around at the carnage, then to her team. "Make sure they're dead. Pile them up. We need to get these bodies out of here." She was out of breath. Not that any of the younger wardens could blame her, she had taken down more of them than the rest of them combined. They all took a moment to catch their breaths, looking between each other and checking to be sure none were injured. Ivy shifted to insist upon helping the Commander, checking to be sure she wasn't injured or bleeding.

The three left were the two siblings and Daw, Kanais looking up at her brother, then to the other warden. "Nice job, guys... I know the job isn't done yet, but we got this taken care of." She was still panting, glancing to the side when she saw movement and quickly stabbing her blade through the ghoul's back.

"Just gotta clean up our mess. I'll check to make sure they're dead. You two move everything over here. I'm sure Ivy'll burn them all." Daw shifted his grip on the blade in his hand to an angle that would make it more comfortable to do what he needed to, walking towards the pile of bodies that settled where the commander started her slaughter. "Maybe if we get this done sooner, we can eat and get some sleep before we have to go deeper into this hellscape."