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[moonlightazriel]

Son of the Darkness Epilogue /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: Hidden for so long The court of shadows thrived, and things were great until the high lord's death, now the next in line should assume the crown of high lord of shadows, will he accept his duties?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 625

Notes: It’s a bittersweet feeling as SOD is finished, this was my first multichapter series and I love it so much, it was a very nice journey.

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Y/N sighed, her hands resting on her desk as she sipped the warm tea, a soft knock sounded on the other side of the door, and as the door opened, a male stepped in.

“High Lady.” He bowed his head a little. “This appeared today, it’s for you.” He approached the table and left the letter on top of the papers that were scattered around.

“Thank you, Yur.” She said and the male just nodded, leaving her office. She reached for the letter, no name on it, but she opened the envelope, grabbing the paper inside.

“Dear Y/N!

It’s been a while since we saw each other, things have been great ever since our last encounter. Nyx is growing up so fast, it makes my heart ache with the change.

Nesta and Cassian are happily enjoying their mated life, training the priestesses and whoever wants to join them in combat.

Elain is out in Spring Court with Lucien, the two of them are doing a great job in rebuilding Spring alongside Tamlin, and slowly learning about their bond. Elain told me she plans to accept it soon.

We’ve been happy, and we miss you dearly, but I’m afraid things aren’t as good as we thought, as things with the Mortal Queens are still tense and a new threat looms in the dark.

Rhys doesn’t want to disturb, he says that you and Az need your peace, but I know he is distressed, that he hasn’t been sleeping, fearing that we’re forced to go to battle again.

From a High Lady to another, I beg for your help. We need to prepare for whatever is coming.

Love, Feyre!”

The words made her heart twist on her chest, what could it be now? She clenched her fists, the thought of another thing to disturb their well deserved peace made her blood boil.

She got up, going after her mate, the letter clutched in hands. She found him by the sparring ring, Eris was there, she had no idea they were even coming today. Eva quickly wrapped her from behind.

“I missed you baby.” She says and Y/N smiles at her.

“We missed you too.” She replies, still feeling tense. Azriel immediately turns to her, blocking Eris and striding towards his wife.

“Something wrong?” He asks, feeling her distress through the bond. His hand rested on her belly.

“They need us.” She said, letter in hand. Azriel quickly reads through it.

“I’m sorry but we can’t go.” He replies.

“Of course we can, I still can handle myself Az.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’re four months pregnant, woman.” He pointed and Y/N shrugged.

“I still beat your ass any time.” She argues. “I’m not dying Azriel, I can fight just as well as I could.” Azriel held his mate closer.

“Please, reconsider.” He pouted and she pinched his cheek.

“No! Now we need to get ready, all of us.” She looked around, Eva and Eris nodded but Azriel still didn’t want her risking her life.

“There’s nothing I can say to make you give up?” He begged.

“I never ran away from danger, and I certainly don’t plan to do it now.” She rubbed her belly.

“Okay, but if I feel like you’re in danger, no matter how small, I’m protecting you, and only you, you’re my priority.” He warned.

“Such a Mother Hen.” She joked, pulling her mate in for a kiss. “We will be safe Az, with you, we’re always safe.” She reassured him.

“I can’t say no to my mate.” He finally gave in. “I bet they will be quite shocked about you.” He pointed to the round belly forming.

“Let’s just say that I love to do a big entrance.”

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[myfairstarlight]

A Perfectly Gallant Plan

AO3 Link.

Length: 2.4k.

Written for @turnaboutballroom with spot art from the talented @cassiferlynnart ♡

Content warnings: none

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Summary:

The plan is quite simple, but effective. Haori wanted to experience a real British ball like she’s read in her favourite books so Kazuma-sama offered to be her official partner at the ball while Susato would have Naruhodo-san as her dancing partner. However, Haori also expressed the desire to dance with Susato, even though it is not conventional and she did not wish to attract people’s attention, especially from the judgemental British crowd, thus Susato thought of a way they could find themselves alone. With an additional surprise to boot.

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“It’s an intricate design, Iris truly is a genius,” Susato praises as she spins once to test out the skirts of her dress. The pale pink fabric flows gracefully around her but, unbeknownst to anyone else, Susato wears a pantsuit hidden beneath the frilliness.

“Then could you stop moving so I can properly tighten your bodice?” Kazuma-sama calls, although there’s an endeared smile on his lips.

“I appreciate my ability to breathe, Kazuma-sama.” She sighs even as she obeys and stands still.

“And Barok is awfully uptight about dress codes, unfortunately for everyone,” Kazuma-sama says as he gets to work, lacing the strings of the bodice together to form a bow. She tentatively moves her arms around, smiling at the floral embroidery in her puffed-up sleeves before tracing the delicate lines of the bodice carefully with the tip of her gloved fingers. “Alright, you should be able to easily detach the skirts from behind, but you’ll need help putting them back on.”

“That won’t be an issue… I think.” The most likely scenario is that they will stay until the ball is over and spend the night at the manor, after all. “You'll make sure no one else tries to go to the balcony, right?”

The plan is quite simple, but effective. Haori wanted to experience a real British ball like she’s read in her favourite books so Kazuma-sama offered to be her official partner at the ball while Susato would have Naruhodo-san as her dancing partner. However, Haori also expressed the desire to dance with Susato, even though it is not conventional and she did not wish to attract people’s attention, especially from the judgemental British crowd, thus Susato thought of a way they could find themselves alone. The balcony seemed like the simplest and yet best solution to this small dilemma.

"If anyone needs some air, I'll redirect them to the garden," her brother confirms, a hand held high and another on his chest as if swearing an oath. “But no one ever goes to the balcony during these events, they’re all too busy trying to gain Barok’s favour. It’s all about status and politics, really.”

“What about your favour, then?” Susato teases. He doesn’t dignify her with a reply and reaches forward instead to adjust the floral pins in her hair. Susato closes her eyes at the familiarity of it all, it almost feels like being back in Japan, except the clothes are different, perhaps a bit more restrictive but as elegant nonetheless, and she will experience her first western ball instead of a familiar night outdoors surrounded by pretty lights and lively chatter.

“So, how do I look?” she asks.

Kazuma-sama smiles, offering his hand. She takes it and laughs softly as her brother makes her twirl. “Like you could blow all of London away,” he praises.

She rolls her eyes. “Mm, I only need to impress one person.”

“And you will,” he says as if it’s the simplest truth in the world. And perhaps it is. 

Even so, she asks, “Would you mind if we just practise dancing one more time? But I will lead this time.” She just needs to be sure she can comfortably lead the dance with someone taller. Haori isn’t usually that much taller than her, but she will surely be wearing heels and with that she’d be around Kazuma-sama’s height.

Kazuma-sama bows and offers his hand once again, “Well then, shall we?”

“I should be the one offering my hand, shouldn’t I?”

“Do not overthink it,” he replies.

Right. She lightly slaps her cheeks before she steps forward and takes Kazuma-sama’s hand. His other hand lands on her shoulder while she rests hers on his waist. She’s practised before, of course, her father had taught her right before leaving for London again. “Just in case,” he had said, because apparently he and Mr Sholmes had to sneak into ballroom events often during their investigations. Fortunately, in this case, no mystery is to be resolved, it should only be a moment of leisure and celebration. Susato is still unsure exactly how Iris managed to convince Lord van Zieks to organise a ball essentially for them but she will take full advantage of it to make her best friend live out one of her hopelessly romantic dreams.

Nodding to herself, she starts the dance with a confident first step and then counts the beats in her head as she leads her and Kazuma-sama in a simple waltz around the room. As both her father and brother instructed her, a dance is all about trust, in yourself and in your partner. She chances a look up, to see that Kazuma-sama has his eyes closed, leaving her the full reign of both this dance and his faith that she won’t lead them towards a fall. She smiles, quickly looking around and spotting a stool nearby. She expertly leads them closer so she can jump on it so she is able to twirl Kazuma-sama without struggle. She laughs at his bewildered look as his eyes fly open although he quickly recovers.

“Thank you, Kazuma-sama,” she says, bowing her head.

Kazuma-sama laughs softly. “My pleasure, though I don’t feel like I did anything. Ready to blow all of London— I mean, sweep Haori-san off her feet?”

Susato hums, “More than, let’s make my girl’s dream come true!”

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Susato does not end up blowing all of London away, in fact, because it turns out that Naruhodo-san, despite the many dances of deductions, is a clumsy ballroom dancer. It is most likely the nerves and the need to appear all proper; his hands are all sweaty even through the gloves they both wear. Susato ends up being the one to lead between them because Naruhodo-san hesitates at each step, eyes always downcast, afraid to step on her feet. It’s a bit of a shame, Susato thinks, he looks quite dapper in the suit he has borrowed from her father — a dark blue suit paired with a white blouse and a light blue waistcoat underneath. He ditched any head cover, however; apparently he still hasn’t recovered from her and Iris making fun of the way he looks with a top hat.

(Susato only feels slightly guilty about it.)

On the other hand, Kazuma-sama is a natural in the ballroom. It makes sense, as Lord van Zieks’ former apprentice, he must have followed the man to countless events such as these. From the corner of her eye, Susato watches as her brother and Haori breeze through the British crowd, outshining absolutely everyone in the room, in her eyes at the very least. They’re quite the contrasting pair; Kazuma, hair slicked-back, wears a dark burgundy suit with gold buttons paired with a lace cape over the shoulders, while Haori wears a pale yellow silky dress that gently hugs her form with purple flower accents, but she insisted on having her obi belt wrapped around the waist.

Susato is quite eager to have her turn.

“The sun is setting,” she says, tearing her eyes away from the pair to focus on Naruhodo-san again. The defence attorney lets out a relieved breath. She rolls her eyes at him as the music comes to an end and she lets him lead them towards a buffet table, not too far from the balcony.

Another song starts and she catches Kazuma-sama’s eyes just as Haori’s back is turned to her. In that split second, Susato raises the glass she grabbed from the table a moment prior. Kazuma-sama nods, looking briefly at Naruhodo-san before focusing back on his dance.

“Here,” Naruhodo-san says, taking a small key out of his breast pocket. “The key to the balcony’s doors, just in case. Me and Kazuma will close the curtains once Haori-san joins you so you don’t have to worry about being seen either.”

“Oh,” is all she manages to say as she takes the key. That wasn’t part of her original plan.

“Kazuma has another key in case something goes wrong though, don’t worry! But I’m sure everything will be fine,” Naruhodo-san continues with a smile. “Now go, Mr Sholmes will make a scene so you can safely sneak away.”

“Mr Sholmes will what—”

As if on cue, she hears a commotion behind her, eliciting several gasps and a very loud groan — Lord van Zieks, surely. She almost turns around to see what it is about but Naruhodo-san nudges her towards the balcony instead. She chuckles to herself as she disappears behind the beige and lavender curtains. As the cool air of London’s autumn hits her skin, her hands expertly detach the skirt from her bodice, before draping the fabric over her shoulders like a cape.

Time to channel her inner Ryutaro.

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When Mr Sholmes suddenly collapses, Haori jumps in fright and the only reason she does not fall or get pushed around when people rush to the detective’s side is because Kazuma-kun expertly leads the both of them to safety, joining Ryunosuke-kun’s side near a buffet table. The defence attorney already has a glass of wine ready for Kazuma-kun to take, and one of lemonade that he hands to Haori.

“Shouldn’t we check on Mr Sholmes as well?” she asks, accepting the drink and immediately downing it. Dancing is tiring after all, she needs to remain hydrated.

“Barok is handling it,” Kazuma-kun replies.

Haori turns around and notices that the crowd has parted enough for her to be able to see Mr Sholmes sprawled on the floor, a hand dramatically draped over his forehead like a fainting lady, with a very annoyed Lord van Zieks standing above him.

“Lord van Zieks looks like he’d rather die,” she says.

“Exactly,” both men concur at the same time.

“To be fair, he always looks like that,” Kazuma-kun adds, lifting his glass up slightly as if cheering to that fact.

Coincidentally, Mr Sholmes suddenly stands up again with flourish. Haori frowns, about to question that as well, until she looks at Ryunosuke-kun again and realises—

“Where’s Susato?”

The two men share a conspiratorial smile before Kazuma-kun points towards the balcony. “She’s waiting for you.”

Haori decides against asking out loud the many questions that suddenly pop into her mind, in between Mr Sholmes’ sudden collapse and subsequent instant recovery and these two’s odd behaviour. She has not been able to talk with her best friend since this ball has started, however, therefore, she will simply head towards the balcony.

“Alright then,” she hands her glass back to Ryunosuke-kun, “I will be right back!”

“I don’t think so,” she hears the defence attorney mutter to himself before Kazuma-kun elbows him on the side. She just chuckles at their antics.

Haori shields her eyes with her right hand when she passes through the curtains. The chilly air of London fights against the warm sunset that greets her as she walks into the balcony. To her surprise, the balcony is decorated as well, vines and flowers slithering their way through the cobbled-stone railguard, looking as radiant as the flowers inside the ballroom. Temporarily distracted from what she had originally intended to do, she walks towards the guardrail, her gloved hand tracing the delicate petals of a lily when she hears someone clear their throat.

Oh, right, Susato!

Haori spins on her feet, already smiling wide to greet her friend only to falter at the sight before her. It is indeed Susato standing there with a sheepish smile on her lips but it is what she is now wearing that strikes Haori. Whereas she previously wore a beautiful ball gown made of shades of pink and ruffles, it is now replaced by a slick purple suit. Her bodice seems to be the same, although Haori could have sworn it was beige in the ballroom. It appears as a dark purple now against the sunset and under the cape Susato wears over her shoulders.

Susato clears her throat once more, offering a gloved hand as she bows.

“May I have this dance, Haori Murasame?”

Haori squeals and takes her hand without hesitation. “I’d be honoured, Susato Mikotoba!”

Relief washes over Susato as their fingers intertwine. Haori smiles, reaching with her free hand to push back a loose strand of hair behind Susato’s ear so she can properly look into those lovely brown eyes. Then, she rests her hand on Susato’s shoulder just as Susato pulls her closer with a hand on her waist. 

“Can I say you look rather gallant or are you tired of me saying that yet?” Haori chuckles.

“You really do have a favourite word,” Susato deflects although she’s smiling.

“That I use only for my favourite person,” she replies easily.

Susato blushes ever so slightly and Haori smiles. The music from inside can still be heard, although muffled behind the closed glass doors of the balcony. Haori can only see shadows dancing against the sunset from where she and Susato stand, a vision from a dream.

They start swaying, slowly, nervously. So unlike the Susato she knows, actually.

“Come on, we’re supposed to have fun,” Haori says lightly, bumping their foreheads together. “Stop fretting, you look like Ryunosuke-kun.”

That seems to do the trick because Susato straightens her back with a huff. “I sure hope not! He was sweating through his suit, do I look as nervous as him?”

Haori laughs. “Only teasing you.”

But there’s a fire in Susato’s eyes now, her posture more confident, her smile more carefree. Her touch on Haori’s waist is firmer, warmer and suddenly they’re moving. Susato moves expertly, as she does everything else. Haori smiles as she follows naturally, warmth and love filling her senses. Their feet glide over the balcony to the muffled sound of the music inside, Susato twirling her at every crescendo to the point of Haori’s head spinning as well, but she doesn’t mind, she isn’t afraid, she laughs, even, because Susato’s touch around her is steady and safe.

Then the music goes from lively to slow, and Susato matches the pace. Haori breathes in, not realising how out of breath she had been while Susato doesn’t seem all that tired outside of the healthy flush to her cheeks. The dance becomes slow again, but this time intentionally rather than out of nervousness. Haori leans their foreheads together again.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “For this whole evening. A dream come true.”

The twinkle in Susato’s eyes only shines brighter. “Anything for my favourite person.”

The music ends just as the sun sets, letting the moon bathe them in her light, but Haori and Susato keep swaying to the gentle beat of their hearts.

[psychospore]

In a different light

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Summary: Loki confesses his love as he takes care of you after you barely survived your recent mission.

Pairing: Loki x Agent!reader

Word count: 985

Warnings: fluff, mentions of injuries, suggestive innuendos if you squint.

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Having Loki around in the Avengers tower feels like walking on eggshells for you. Despite your constant bantering with him, you never let your guard down around him knowing full well what he's capable of. All of this seems contradictory to your crush on him.

You were on heightened alert when he's around but you still crave his presence in his absence. You enjoyed how he keeps you on the edge with his witty mind and his smugness against the rest of the team.

One day, you went on a solo mission to infiltrate HYDRA and steal information. You barely made it out alive after a huge-scale scuffle with the agents there.

Your vision darkened as you walk towards the Avenger's tower. You saw a familiar figure running towards you just before you passed out in exhaustion. You bit your gashed lip, a taste of iron from the blood. The last thing you felt was a faint scent of wood and pine as you slumped into the arms of your rescuer.

You did not know how long you were knocked out but you were expecting a sore body and a throbbing headache. Unexpectedly, you don't feel that way - you felt no pain, part of you thinking you might be dead, as you flutter your eyes open when you felt someone gently tugging on your hand.

"Glad to know you've finally woken from your deep slumber, agent," Loki's sweet velvety voice spoke as he wraps a clean bandage on your hand and wrist.

Slightly alarmed by his presence, you tried propping yourself up but your energy has not quite returned yet so you ended up squirming.

"Where's everybody?" You asked.

"Fury called them for an urgent mission, it's just us here, darling" he answered, never breaking his gaze toward you.

Your brows furrowed at the thought of being alone with him. But you were more curious about what has happened, why he decided to help you out this time.

"what happened? How long was I out?"

"It's been 3 days now, love. You passed out and thank the Norns I caught you before you hit your head on the floor," he chuckled.

"you helped me? Why?" you questioned.

"Would it be so out of character for me to help out my most favorite agent?" He grinned

"kinda," you faintly smiled "I just didn't find you to be someone who would do such things to other people"

"oh, I don't. Just you. I wouldn't have someone to banter with if you die"

"ain't that a sucker. How did you do it? I don't feel pain" you asked as you started getting comfortable being in his presence, seeing him in a different light.

"Mother taught me healing magic. Not that I need to use it often. You were battered and bruised and the best I could do is take it away. Although some of your wounds need more care so I just ended up wrapping them in bandage"

"thank you, Loki. You also managed to bring me to my room," you thanked him.

"I knew you would prefer it that way. I made you some food too if you'd like," was he blushing? You asked yourself.

You raised a brow, why was he doing this all of a sudden? But you were extremely grateful for his gesture. "That would be splendid,"

He brought you a warm meal that you chowed down out of hunger as he sat beside your bed. You finished the meal in no time, and you were pleased to know he's not that bad of a cook.

"Thanks for the meal, Loki. But really - why are you doing all of this?" You asked, thinking there might be some sort of hidden agenda behind it.

"if you must insist, agent -" he stopped for a while as you await a witty response from him.

"I've been keenly interested in you for a while now. There's nothing more to it than a sincere gesture of my care for you, love" he responded, leaning closer. He sat on your bed beside you, sweeping a stray lock of hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear.

You blushed, you did not expect him to feel the same way about you. You felt vulnerable with his touch grazing the side of your face.

"May I?" His warm breath whispered in your ear, pulling away slightly after to see your reaction to his question as he looked at you intently. His warm cupping your cheek. You responded with a meek nod.

He drew closer and his lips gently crashed against yours. You felt your core heating up as you exchanged kisses, both of your tongues intertwining with each other in a slow and sensual motion. You broke the kiss as you searched for air.

"I swear to the Norns, if only you weren't hurt, I could have taken you already," he whispered.

"I guess that would have to wait until I'm all fixed up then, but that would mean everyone will be back by that time," you retorted, grinning from ear to ear.

"you cheeky - I swear by that time, I'll make sure they hear you scream my name as it echoes throughout the building,"

Your face turned beet red at the thought of him making love to you.

"but for now, you rest and get better. You will need all the energy you have to keep up with me all night" he declared, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You pouted in disappointment but you look forward to when that time comes.

You shuffle under the covers to make yourself comfortable as you decide to drift off to sleep again.

"rest well, my love. I love you. I'll see you in the morning," he made a quick peck on your lips before he made his exit.

"I love you too," you lazily answered as your eyes grew heavy.

[spark-my-nature]

It Takes Three to Tango (4) - DRW & SFK

The trio of terror, back by popular demand (it's me, I wanted to write it)

Chapter Summary: Sam, Danny and you navigate the morning after.

Chapter WC: 6.4K | Pairings: Danny x Reader x Sam (MFM threesome with slash pairings)

Warnings: 18+ Explicit sexual content (Oral, M/F receiving, anal fingering), language, spanking if you squint

Previous chapter

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Your face was warm, a different sort of warm than the sweaty, sticky warmth surrounding your body. As you drifted into consciousness, you saw the red shadowy light of the sun behind your closed eyelids, and you sighed quietly, letting yourself slowly become aware of your surroundings before you even opened your eyes. 

You could smell patchouli faintly, and the lavender spray you spritzed on the bedsheets after doing laundry. The latter you expected, the former caused a smile to creep across your face as memories began flashing in your mind’s eye, as there was only one boy you associated with that musky, hippie smell. 

Sammy. 

Eyes still closed, you listened closely as you determined the position you were laying in. Behind you, big-spooning up to your back, was the hot sweaty chest of a still-snoring Daniel. His big, familiar muscled arms secured your body as close as his sleeping figure could get you, your heart swelling with a rush of adoration for the teddy bear you called your boyfriend. You let yourself relax into the little slice of heaven that Danny created for you every time he held you close like this, impenetrable against the world, just for a little while in this innocent morning’s quiet. 

Your hand rested on another expanse of warm skin, and your pillow, you realized, was no pillow at all, but rather a plane of smooth, soft skin stretched over sinewy muscle. Your heart fluttered, a real grin that you didn’t even try to conceal forming across your half-hidden face. 

Curiosity won over the sleepy bliss you felt, fueled by the need to gain a visual account of this hazy, soft entanglement of bodies and bedsheets to pair with your other three senses. 

From the corner of your eye, the curtains, fluttering with the summer breeze blowing through the cracked-open window, filtered the beaming sun down to a golden, muted glaze of light that seemed to anoint the three of you in it’s delicate sheen. 

Down below, Sam’s chest, rhythmically rising and falling with his gentle breaths. Your hand rested just at the bottom of his ribcage, your pinkie finger nestled in the subtle hollow of his abdomen beneath it. Up and down like a ship, your hand rode the silky skin like ocean waves lulling you into an even more peaceful trance.

Directly in front of you, Sam’s neck, and a little higher, his jaw, just out of focus but visible in your peripheral. Shadows blanketed this hollow you’d nested in through your slumber like a little owl, kept safe and sound through the night between both men. The one behind you, guarding your heart and soul, familiarity and security, owner and giver of the most whole and sublime love you’d ever known, your knight in shining armor. And the one before you, your figurative devil-on-your-shoulder sidekick, your most treasured and closest friend that could, and had, taken you through the trenches and peaks of new experiences, and then in turn, had guided you back home with a comforting smile and a promise of more adventure. 

Danny was passionate, unselfish and encompassing love. 

After the evening you’d shared with him, you felt even more certain of it, and even more in love with him. If Danny’s place in your heart was a tree, it would be the biggest, sturdiest old oak, meters wide and roots just as deep into the ground as the trunk was tall. 

There was a new seed now, though, one that you knew in your heart had always been buried, dormant and unacknowledged. The shell of it, buried deep in the earth, had, sometime between last evening and this moment in time, cracked open with the tiniest sprout of that very same, warm feeling, growing its way upward right alongside Danny’s metaphorical tree.

It wasn’t an unwelcome feeling. You didn’t even really feel guilty once you realized it was there. You knew there had to be a discussion with Danny, though, but mostly because you had a sneaking, heart-warming suspicion that he felt it too. 

But not now. The talking could come later, not now when your boyfriend’s arms squished you closer in his sleep and your friend, recently turned lover, rolled his head lazily to rest his cheek against the crown of your head. 

Your heart rate picked up slightly as Sam’s hand clumsily located your hand on his chest, curling his long fingers around your own smaller ones as a hum of contentment vibrated beneath them. 

“Are you still sleeping?” came his whispered, sleepy question, slurred in an unvocalized rasp across your forehead. 

You smiled shyly into his neck. “No, I’m awake,” you breathed back. 

The shift of his face against your head belayed his smile, making your heart flutter all over again. As if to make it burst entirely, he pressed his lips in a soft, tender kiss to your forehead, then took a deep breath of your sweet-smelling hair before sighing happily. 

“Danny looks so young when he sleeps.” Sam’s quiet remark had your chest clenching with an unnamable emotion.

“Mmm. You’re lucky, you knew him when he was young.”

Sam smiled wistfully as he nuzzled affectionately into your hair, his eyes still tracing his oldest friend’s sleeping face. “Yeah, especially cause we’re so ancient now. Over the hill.”

You smiled as you buried your face further into Sam’s neck, “I hope you have your names on retirement home lists.”

Sam’s grin was evident in his voice, even as he yawned, “Nah, Danny’s gonna keep me in his attic, we already planned it out. He said he’ll bring me soup every day and he’ll keep a bedpan up there, and as soon as he can’t climb the stairs anymore, he’ll send a few beautiful young ladies up there who’ll give me one last hoorah before my heart gives out and I keel over in a blaze of glory.”

By the end of his tirade, you were desperately muffling your giggles against his neck, playfully smacking his chest, “Oh my god, shut up, you’re such an idiot.” 

Sam laughed under his breath, pleased as ever that he’d made you laugh. 

“Plans might’ve changed now, though.” 

“Oh yeah?” you grinned.

He nodded lightly, “Mhm, yeah, see, now I know that I don’t need hookers, cause my heart almost gave out last night with you alone.” You snorted into another round of muffled laughter, and he continued, “May as well save my retirement money, right? I’ll just get you to finish me off- ha, in both ways,” he giggled, “and then I can leave my dwindling estate to you and Danny’s grandkids, set ‘em up for college, white picket fences, the whole american dream.”

You finally lifted your head out of his neck, taking in each other’s faces for the first time that morning with matching goofy smiles. “You realize I’d be all wrinkly and grey, right? I’d probably have to take my dentures out before anything.”

Sam exaggeratedly rolled his eyes back with a fake moan, smirking at you, “No teeth? Sounds like a win to me.”

You groaned quietly, cringing and laughing. “You’re disgusting!”

“Sam, stop grossing out my girlfriend.” You craned your neck around with a giggle at Danny’s exasperated morning voice, muffled against your shoulder. His curls were an unholy mess around his sweet freckled face, and your heart skipped a beat as he fluttered his long dark lashes open, fixing you with his mossy green speckled, earthy eyes. 

“G’morning, baby,” you smiled, feeling especially lovesick for him this morning. 

He hummed with a sleepy, loving smile, blinking at you demurely. “Morning, sunshine,” he purred, voice deep and rumbly as he leaned forward to give you a kiss. 

Sam watched you both interact, curious and fond, feeling not quite included but not quite left out either. Prying his way out of that neutral sort of limbo, he joked softly, “Hey, don’t I get a good morning kiss?”

A strange pang of guilt was soothed by the exhilarated warmth you felt as Danny grinned lazily and shifted up on his elbow to lean over you. “Course you do, pretty boy,” he flirted, a devastatingly sexy thing to say when paired with the deep roughness of his voice. 

Sam blushed with a shy smile as he leaned forward, closing his eyes as Danny’s lips pressed to his. Beneath them, you watched from the interesting angle how your boyfriend kissed, how he claimed Sam’s bottom lip, just like he did yours, and how Sam let himself be led through the gentle kiss, the slight angle he tipped his head to, the quiet noise of their lips as they pulled apart. 

It was so pure, and genuine. They kissed like they had been lovers since the beginning of time, so in tune with each other, it made you forget they’d only known each other in this way for mere hours. 

Sam flashed Danny with a smile that was both shy and knowing, Danny returning it with a fond grin of his own. Sam then looked down at you, raising his brows in a wordless question, his eyes pleading, ‘Please let me in, let me in and kiss me, like he did.’

You made the split-second realization, then, that the almost telepathic connection your boys had was shared with you and Sam as well, and the thought made you want to scream with happiness, with how full of love and joy you felt. You pulled Sam by the neck with a blissful smile, and he seemed to absolutely melt above you, slotting his lips with yours warmly with the tiniest, almost untraceable groan of relief and satisfaction.

When he pulled his lips away, he simply gazed down at you for a moment, thoughtful and infatuated, like he was trying to read your mind, but also like he already knew what you were thinking, and he loved it. 

Danny’s hand ran along the curves of your waist and hips beneath the blanket, settling just past the swell of your hipbone at the top of your thigh. You became so suddenly aware that all three of you were naked beneath the fuzzy sheet, your cheeks felt hot as a quirky grin found its way on your face. 

Sam face morphed into a mischievous smirk, effortlessly following your train of thought, having watched Danny’s hand move under the blanket. 

You stared up at him for a second, and began giggling shyly beneath his smug gaze. “Quit staring at me like that,” you weakly protested, only making his smirk grow. 

“Like what?” He teased, “I’m not allowed to look at you now?” 

You jokingly shook your head, faking an innocent grin. “Nope, that’s right.” 

Danny chuckled behind you, thumbing over your hip teasingly as he watched. 

Sam raised a brow, bringing his hand up to the hem of the blanket where it draped over the swell of your breasts. “So I definitely… shouldn’t…” he trailed off with an increasingly devious smirk, toying with the blanket. You wriggled, giggling as you went to hold your blanket up with the hand that had rested on Sam’s chest, but Danny teamed up with the enemy and grabbed your wrist, securing you defenselessly with a naughty giggle. 

“Hey!” You gawked playfully at Danny, getting only a shrug and a smirk for an answer. Sam playfully tugged the blanket down an inch, threatening to uncover more as you laughed and struggled against Danny’s hold. 

To your surprise, Sam released the blanket and smiled wide, even holding it up to your collarbones as he dove in for a quick kiss and then sat up to get out of bed. 

“Where are you going?” Danny quickly asked, sounding adorably worried. 

Beautiful and shamelessly naked, Sam stood up, cracking a smirk as both you and Danny blushed and pointedly directed your gaze to his face. “Just bathroom,” he gestured with a thumb. “I’ll be back in a sec.” 

He strolled out casually, and you bit your lip as your eyes lowered to the cute wiggle of his butt before the bathroom door shut behind him across the hall. 

Glancing from the corner of your eye, you caught Danny doing the same thing and you giggled, making him look down at you, blushing when he realized he’d been caught.

Giving you a bashful grin, he waved you off, “Oh, shut up.” 

You rolled around in his arms, your chest pressing to his and your mouth seeking his barely stubbled jaw. 

“Mmmmhh, why, are you feeling shy?” you smirked lazily as you kissed along the sharp angle of his face. 

“No,” Danny grinned above you, closing his eyes as your lips loved on his neck. 

“Liar,” you giggled, smoothing your hand over his chest, the one under you wedging up to cup his cheek. 

Danny huffed playfully, forgoing a response. You kissed and licked playfully over an old, faded hickey that you never seemed to let heal fully. His makeup team probably thought it was a weird birthmark at this point, but you couldn’t help it, not with the way that particular spot made Danny whine and bite his lip every time.

“Oh-“ his quivering voice sending a shock of arousal through your system. 

“It’s sweet that you’re shy, baby,” you purred, “Cute, you blush just looking at his ass when your dick was pounding into it last night.” 

Your fluttery whisper and hot breath beneath his ear drew a shiver and a tortured groan out of your boyfriend, just like you intended, and you smirked hard. 

He rolled his head as you pulled back, fixing you with an exasperated grin. “Fuck you,” he shook his head with nothing but love and humor in his tone. 

“Now there’s a suggestion,” you winked, and Danny’s eyes darkened slightly, suddenly tugging your hand south. He held your open palm to his stiff cock, and you bit your lip, all humor flying out the window at the needy twitch he gave. 

“Oh, fuck Danny,” you breathed, meeting his eyes with a flirty smile, curling your hand around his thickness, barely stroking him, enjoying the hot hardness in your hand. “You been hard the whole time?” 

He nodded, sucking on his lip before releasing it with a sharp inhale as you squeezed gently. “W-was having a nice fuckin’ dream,” he admitted, thrusting into your gentle grip. “So I woke up hard already, and then Sam, and you, and-“ he closed his eyes as his brows furrowed, whining through his nose as you began stroking him with purpose. 

Behind you, there was a smug clearing of a throat. “What about me?” 

Danny startled slightly at Sam’s cocky, pleased-as-punch voice, sending his cock through your fist with extra vigor and making him twitch and grunt, struggling to keep his eyes open. 

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, a response ready on your tongue before it disintegrated at the sight of Sam’s stiff cock in his fist, his opposite shoulder leaning against the wall of the doorway. 

Licking your lips, you regretfully released Danny’s cock, much to his dismay. “How long have you been standing there instead of getting your ass back in bed?” 

Sam’s face lit up in a grin, straightening and padding over, comfortably swinging a leg onto the bed and landing beside you with a bounce on the mattress. You pushed up onto your knees, sitting on your feet as both men’s hands sought their respective erections in sync. 

“You know, you two are… unfairly gorgeous,” you sighed, drinking them in as the blanket fell off your shoulders, uncovering both you and Danny to each other and to Sam’s appreciative eyes. 

Sam scooched closer to Danny, the bony shoulder brushing his bicep. “Says you,” Sam absently returned, eyes drinking in the sight of you, the curves and shadows casted in the golden light. 

Danny kept his eyes on you as he turned his face in Sam’s direction. “She takes my fucking breath away all the time,” he murmured. 

Sam bit his lip as he smiled fondly, nodding as his eyes met your blushing face again. “Yeah… I’m quickly learning what you mean.”

Sam’s head lolled to the side, leaning his temple against Danny’s shoulder. You smiled bashfully, leaning forward as you stroked both your hands up the inner thighs of both boys at either side of you, your eyes following the movements of their respective fists one at a time. 

Danny bent his knee, switching hands on his needy cock. He swallowed, his breathing picking up as his wandering eyes left your body and watched Sam’s hand for a moment. 

You watched with a knowing grin, catching the way Danny licked his lips as he lazily jerked himself. He’d looked at you that exact same way, the few times you’d found yourself putting on a show for him, not unlike the show Sammy was giving beside him under his hungry watch. 

Sam followed your gaze, Danny’s eyes flying up to meet the brown pair now locked on his. “I think we could find a better way to uh… pass the time,” he coyly hinted, glancing between you and Danny. 

You gave Danny a wide grin, your mischievous gleam making him blush preemptively and chuckle, “Seems like you’ve got something in mind, my love.” 

Sam perked up, releasing his cock to sit up straighter and matching your smile. “Oh, do share, doll,” he teased, his free hand coming to smooth up your thigh. 

You shrugged, leaning back on your hand, bringing a slow, sensual hand up your front. “Well, actually, what I’m thinking wasn’t even my idea,” you grinned pointedly at Danny, cupping your breast. 

Danny, torn between watching your hand and blushing at the playful, taunting way you lorded your knowledge over him, released himself as well and sat up to level with Sam, all three of you sitting up in a triangle. 

“By all means, babe, enlighten him,” he bashfully ran a hand through his curls. 

Sam leaned forward, bringing a knee up to his chin and leaning on it as he bit back his boyish smile. “Ohh ho ho, spill, sweetheart.” 

You smirked at Danny, giving him a teasing flick of your brows, then pushed forward, crawling over Sam and guiding him beneath you on his back. He watched with excited fascination as you manhandled him down, wiggling and shifting down the bed and finally settling at the opposite side of him. With Sam sandwiched between you and Danny, both of you hovering over him, you leaned down and gave him a sweet kiss. 

Danny shifted onto his side, holding himself up on his elbow, touching a hesitant hand to Sam’s upper thigh. You smiled faintly, kissing a wet trail down Sam’s sinewy neck, humming a pleased sound when Sam shivered and parted his lips with a sigh. 

“Well, let me set the scene,” you began in a low, seductive voice, roaming your hand over his chest slowly. “We were on the couch, just out there,” you gestured vaguely with a nod before returning to his silky skin, “a little drunk, and fucking horny.”

Sam inhaled sharply, grinning lazily. “I’d expect no less from you two.” 

Danny chuckled and massaged Sam’s hip, his fingers dangerously close to Sam’s groin causing his erection to twitch and bob in the air. 

Continuing on, you licked at Sam’s pulse point, “So I was in his lap, and he started talking to me, and fuck Sammy,” you nipped his skin with a wistful sigh, “he was saying the filthiest, most beautiful things.”

“Shit… like, like what?” Sam breathed, squirming and panting under your combined touches. You smirked, catching a glance of Danny’s bashful but pleased face beneath Sam’s jaw. 

“Thing he wanted to do to you,” you whispered, kissing his addicting neck, “things he wanted me to watch him do to you. Things he wanted us both to do to you.” 

Danny hummed in agreement, his fingertips grazing down the top of Sam’s cock from base to tip, the sensation combined with your eager mouth sending a ripple of pleasure through Sam’s lithe body. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, arching against Danny’s hand invitingly. “Tell me,” he pleaded. 

Danny took Sam’s cock in hand, and Sam rolled his head to look up at Danny, doe-eyed and needy. Danny took one look at Sam’s submissive face and groaned under his breath, stroking him slowly. 

“Yeah? You wanna know what you had me thinkin’ about?” 

Sam nodded, sucking his lip under his teeth as he blinked up at him. 

Danny’s eyes trailed down Sam’s torso, “You know… so many times, you’d be playing, and you’d just throw your hair back, and your mouth would open in that sexy little face you make when you get into it,” Sam groaned softly, nodding along to Danny’s words, on the edge of his figurative seat as Danny barely stroked him fast enough to keep him on edge. 

“God I wanted to be the one making you make those faces.” Danny’s eyes flashed up to Sam’s, several shades darker and heavily lidded. 

“Oh god,” Sam let out the shivery, whiny words with a buck of his hips into Danny’s fist.

Danny drank in Sam’s face, desperate and pleading as he hovered over him. “I wanted to see you make those faces from below. I wanted to make you make those faces, with your pretty cock down my throat,” he growled under his breath. 

You moaned, sucking Sam’s pebbled nipple into your mouth, riding the full-body wave of Sam’s writhing, the result of Danny’s filthy confession muttered over his parted lips. 

“Holy… sh-shit…” Sam choked out, brows knit tightly as he thrusted up into Danny’s fist, before crying out pathetically when Danny let him go entirely. 

“There’s more, though, pretty boy,” Danny smirked, shifting onto his knees, grabbing Sam’s jaw gently as the boy fluttered his eyes open. 

You grinned smugly, piecing together the rest in your head, and rising on all fours. Sam looked over at you before Danny’s grip on his jaw tightened, pulling his gaze back to him dominantly. You leaned down and whispered near Sam’s ear, “I love this part.” 

Sam shivered, “Fuck…”

Danny thumbed over his bottom lip, smirking. “See, she really liked the idea of something I said to her.” 

You twirled Sammy’s hair around your finger, nodding sweetly. 

“What-“ Sam swallowed roughly, “…what’s that?”

Danny leaned down, his lips brushing Sam’s as he held his jaw firmly. “She wants to watch me take a mouthful of your cock down my throat while she rides your pretty face.” 

Sam whimpered, writhing again. “Fuck.”

“And we both wanna give her what she wants, don’t we Sammy?” Danny purred, pressing a soft kiss to Sam’s pouty lips before parting with a smirk and shuffling backwards down his body. 

“Yes, fucking- anything, please, just use me, beautiful girl, it’s yours,” Sam craned up at you, grasping for your thighs. 

You caressed his cheek with a wide smile, leaning over him. “What’s mine, sweet boy?”

He whispered roughly, “My face, my cock- anything you fucking want, I wanna be yours, I wanna be good for you.” 

A rush of dizzying lust swept over you, faintly registering the sound of your own moan as you closed the distance, crashing into his lips in an upside-down kiss. 

After a short moment, Sam jolted, gasping and whining suddenly. Glancing down, you were met with Danny’s devilish smirk, his body laid out between Sam’s thighs with his tongue retracting from where he’d given the tiniest kitten lick to Sam’s leaking tip. 

“Please,” Sam urged, breathless and needy, pulling at your thighs to settle you comfortably over his face. 

“Okay, just like, tap me if you need air, okay?” you rushed out, straddling him on your knees. 

His only response was a muffled, “Mmmhh,” as he tugged your hips down, hard, planting your pussy firmly over his waiting mouth. 

You cried out, your hands cementing to Sam’s chest for stability, shifting over his mouth as his tongue curled and lapped through your folds. 

You sighed out, “Shiiiiit, Sammy, babe...” 

Danny hummed lowly, watching you find your footing atop your new throne. The sound drew your faded attention back to him, and he smirked as you met his eyes. 

“You gonna watch me like a good girl?” he lowly taunted you, quirking an eyebrow as he took Sam’s cock in his hand. Sam let out a muffled whine, sucking your clit between his lips and drawing out a harsh moan from yours. 

“Yeah,” you nodded quickly, wincing from the onslaught of pleasure, “C’mon baby, taste him. He’s so sweet, his cock is so nice to suck on,” you goaded, playing a little dirty to rile him up. You wanted to get Danny as desperate and feral as you felt. 

Danny pumped him in his hand, hovering his lips close to Sam’s tip, his breath no doubt warming it with each word. “Oh yeah? You’re so sweet, aren’t you, baby? Letting me share your new toy?” 

Sam groaned, long and high-pitched, the vibrations of it shooting through your core. You ground against his mouth, whining breathlessly as you struggled to keep your eyes on your boyfriend. 

Danny grinned darkly. “That’s my good girl.” 

He slowly leaned forward, taking Sam’s velvety head into his mouth, closing his lips around him and sucking gently, keeping his eyes locked on you through it all. 

Sam’s fingers sunk into your thighs, gripping you tight enough to bruise, nodding his head into your core as he moaned. “Mmmfffuuuck-“ his muffled voice sounded between your thighs. 

Danny winked at you, sinking down a little further, Sam’s cock coming out glistening with his spit as he retreated slowly. 

“Jesus Christ, Danny,” you panted, hypnotized and faint with desire. “I was fucking right, you’re so fucking pretty sucking his cock, baby.” 

Danny actually blushed, pulling off Sam with a wet pop, grinning up at you. “Thank you sweetheart,” he pumped Sam faster, pausing to lick up the underside of him in a slow, explorative move that had both you and Sam whimpering at the sight and feeling. 

Kissing Sam’s frenulum, he murmured, “You look beautiful too, riding Sammy’s face. Is he doing a good job for you? He keeping my beautiful girl happy?” 

Sam, as if to prove himself, sucked your clit between his lips again, flicking his tongue over it quickly. 

You gasped and nodded quickly your head drooping to the side as you humped over his tongue. “Mmmyeah,” you nodded, brows furrowing, “feels so fuckin’ good.”

Sam kneaded your thighs, an acknowledgement of your praise. Your nails scratched his chest lightly, feeling breathless. 

Danny smacked Sam’s outer thigh, making Sam jump and moan into you. Danny soothed his broad hand over the stinging red skin, arrogantly cooing, “Good boy, Sammy. Make her cum, and I’ll make you cum.”

You smirked lazily, matching Danny’s devilish grin as Sam muffled into you, “Oh fuck-“

With that, Danny dove back down, reacquainting himself with Sam’s cock, testing the waters and bobbing his head in a slow rhythm. 

Sam was a moaning, shuddery mess beneath you, not that you were much better, with the animalistic show your boyfriend was putting on for you and the fervent, desperate way Sam ate you out. As Danny sucked harder, faster, gaining confidence the more he unraveled the lanky bassist beneath you, you felt your stomach tightening in that familiar warmth. 

“God, fuck- don’t stop, Sammy don’t- don’t fuckin’ stop-“ You clawed at his chest, urging him with your bucking hips. 

Danny worked his tongue against the sensitive underside of Sam’s head, the sloppy noises drawing a cry of pleasure out of the boy’s chest. A groaned, slurred out call bubbled out of Sam, “Danny!” 

In his own growing desperation, Sam’s mouth slowed down, losing focus, and you whimpered in frustration, hanging your head forward as you sought more friction. 

Danny cocked an eyebrow, pulling off Sam quickly. “Hey,” he growled, “Didn’t say you could stop,” he smacked the side of Sam’s ass, gripping the flesh tight. 

Sam keened, panting and moaning as he furiously dove his face between your thighs, shaking himself back and forth as he licked and sucked at you. You jolted forward, crying out obscenities, Danny taking Sam’s throbbing cock back into the warmth of his mouth. 

You felt Sam struggling to keep focus, the jerking and trembling of his body giving him away, but he held strong, devouring you with a feverish appetite, his chin and cheeks slippery with your slick as you rode his face. 

“So close,” you squeaked, throwing your head back and slipping a hand into your hair, that knot in your belly drawing tighter and tighter. Danny squeezed Sam’s base, suctioning hard around his head and lapping at his frenulum, and the resulting echoing groan vibrating through you from Sam’s mouth sent you hurtling over the tip of your peak, cumming all over Sam’s open mouth with what was surely a scream of his name. 

Through the fog, you blinked down at Danny, still bucking out the last waves of your orgasm, and you caught sight of Danny’s fingers pumping into Sam’s hole, curling up and beckoning Sam into his own high. You lifted up your hips slightly, giving the boy room to breath as he shouted Danny’s name. Danny rested Sam’s head against his tongue, leaving his mouth open as he jerked his length quickly, milking ropes of Sam’s cum across his tongue. He held eye contact with you the entire time, his stare burning and intense as his fist flew up and down Sam’s length. 

Once Sam jerked and gave one last sigh, his body loosening of all tension, you exhaled slowly and carefully dismounted his face. 

Flopping on your side, your head by Sam’s knees, you smiled, then began chuckling quietly, resting your face on Sam’s thigh and blinking lazily.

“Well fuck,” Sam stated, catching his breath with a giggle. 

Danny sat up on his knees, his hand loosely jerking and tugging at his own cock for some relief. As quickly as you’d collapsed, you felt revived and reignited by the thick, flushed erection your boyfriend had neglected. 

“What do you want, Danny?” you asked, licking your lips. 

Above you, Sam raised his head, face twisting into a dirty smirking at Danny’s cock. “Yeah, Danny, what can we do for you?” he goaded. 

Danny bit his lip, “Mmm… so many options,” he grinned crookedly, looking between you both. “I do seem to remember something from last night though, Sammy, you were promised a next time I believe,” he innocently stated, stroking himself lazily.

“A next time, huh?” Sam cocked his head coyly. 

You grinned, “Oh right, Sammy, you poor thing, you haven’t gotten to taste Danny yet.”

Sam’s eyes darkened, licking his lips. “Oh, that can be happily arranged. C’mere, big boy, lay down for me,” he patted the bed flirtatiously. 

Danny smiled wide, huffing a quiet chuckle and laying himself out beside Sam. You shifted, making yourself comfortably up by Danny’s shoulders, your thighs a makeshift pillow for your boyfriend’s curly head. Danny watched Sam descend between his thighs with bated breath. 

You toyed with his silky curls, watching smugly as Sam settled on his stomach, propping up on one elbow. He rested his free hand on Danny’s thigh, sighing to himself as he squeezed and smoothed his hand over the muscle. 

“You ever let her ride your thighs?” he inquired softly, smiling up at you both. 

You bit your lip, nodding happily as Danny smirked, “It’s like her favorite thing to do, why?”

Sam shrugged one shoulder, returning his eyes nonchalantly to his thigh. “Don’t blame her.” He suddenly leaned forward and gave a playful bite to the flesh before finishing, “It’d be my favorite thing too, I think.”

Danny smiled through a shaky inhale, “Oh yeah? You like my thighs, huh?”

Sam pinkened, nodding bashfully and running his hand up to the top of said thigh, thumbing at the V-line of Danny’s groin. “Always kinda thought so,” he confessed softly. 

Danny blushed, biting his lip shyly and forgoing a response. 

You pet your boyfriend’s hair, watching Sam brush his thumb against Danny’s length, where it lay against his belly patiently. Taking Danny’s cock in hand, his eyes fluttered up to meet Danny’s again, blushing but maintaining eye-contact as he brought his tongue up over the delicate slit. Danny shivered, chewing his lip. With a gentle sigh, Sam licked over Danny’s head, fanning his warm breath across the spit slicked skin. Danny muffled a groan in his throat, beginning to breath heavier. 

Finally, Sam glided Danny’s head past his lips, cushioning his heavy cock on his tongue as he enveloped it in his mouth. Danny’s brows shot up as his eyes closed, his head relaxing back against your thighs. You cupped his cheek lovingly, feeling like your breath was stolen at his expression of pure ecstasy as he panted, “Sam…” 

He whined, his face twisting like Sam’s mouth was the most blissful, erotic thing he’d ever felt. You were reminded of the first time Danny had taken you to bed, such a similar look on his face as he plunged himself into your warm wet walls for that very first time. As Danny’s head rolled to the side, pressing further against your palm, you gazed down at him in wonderous, lustful affection. “You’re so gorgeous, Danny,” you whispered, stroking a thumb over his cheekbone. 

Sam looked up at you both, and his eyes crinkled with a smile, the best one he could muster with his lips stretched around Danny’s impressive girth. 

Danny blushed, blinking his eyes open at you, his mossy hazel irises stunningly clear and radiant even around his dilated pupils. “Baby,” he whined under his breath, reaching up and pulling your face down to kiss him. 

You obliged happily, slotting your lips with his passionately, drinking in his moans and whimpers as Sam’s mouth shot sparks of pleasure through his body. He mumbled against your lips, his tone of submissive disbelief nearly making you pass out, “Feels so fucking good…”

You nodded, sealing his lips in another kiss, “Good, sweetheart, you just relax and feel, let Sammy make you feel good.”

Danny winced in pleasure, tensing and gasping as Sam sucked harder. He nodded a little, biting his lip up at you. 

Below you, Sam pulled off him for air. Quickly jerking Danny’s length in lieu of his mouth, he panted, looking up between you with a cheeky smile. “So not bad for a first blowjob?”

You giggled, shooting him an exasperated smile and shaking your head. “Danny’s not complaining anyway, huh, babe?” Glancing down at your boyfriend, he grunted in response, bucking into Sam’s fist. 

Sam cocked a smug eyebrow and smirked. “Bet I could make it even better.” He licked at Danny’s tip.

“Fuck,” Danny grit, looking down at him in disbelief. 

Sam met his eyes and wordlessly held up two fingers, eyebrows raising in question. 

Danny’s jaw dropped, staring at Sam’s fingers for a second before swallowing harshly and meeting Sam’s gaze again. 

He licked his lips, then gave a shy nod. “Yeah, o-okay.”

Sam smiled wide, confirming, “Yeah?”

Danny nodded again, his blush spreading across his cheeks as he gave a hesitant little grin.

Sam nodded back, bringing his fingers between his lips as he stroked away with his other hand. Breaking the eye contact, he glanced down, situating his hand carefully below Danny’s balls and leaning forward to take his head between his lips again. 

Danny whimpered, and using the distraction of pleasure, Sam circled his fingers around Danny’s hole, making Danny buck his hips and gasp. You soothed a hand over your boyfriend’s chest, petting his hair. “Shhh, relax baby boy, s’gonna feel so nice,” you smiled fondly. 

Danny visibly relaxed, nodding, and Sam took the cue to circle one finger once more before pushing it inside slowly. 

Danny’s jaw dropped open, “Ohh-“ 

You watched his face in awe as Sam suckled at his tip, teasing and licking around his head while his pointer finger curled deeper into his ass. Sam held his cock up with his free hand, pulling off to whisper, “God, you’re so tight, Danny, it’s so hot,” his breathy, wonderous tone making both you and Danny shudder. 

Sam descended a little lower, pulling his finger out and pushing back in slowly, starting up a steady careful rhythm. His mouth enveloped one of Danny’s balls at the same time, gently mouthing at it as he got his footing, fingering his friend’s hole. 

Danny groaned, flexing his fingers in a tight grip on your shoulder, arm stretched above his head as he panted and writhed. He jolted suddenly, Sam’s finger massaging in just the right spot inside. “Shit- oh, fffuck-“ 

Sam licked up the seam of his ballsack, continuing the wet trail all the way up the underside of his cock, keeping his finger steadily curling and thrusting into Danny’s ass. 

Danny arched his back, sweat beading along his hairline as his brows knit tightly. He blindly reached a hand down, grasping Sam’s hair in his growing desperation. “Sammy, I-“ he gasped, “I’m getting close, can you- fuck, can you do another?” 

Sam whimpered, nodding quickly, popping off to quickly say, “Anything, Daniel.” He pulled his finger out, then began pushing a second finger alongside the first. He moaned around Danny’s thickness, causing Danny’s back to arch off the bed with a drawn out, broken moan. 

“Oh my god, oh god, oh my fucking g- OH-“ Danny panted, his hips jerking erratically, his grip on your shoulder and in Sam’s hair tightening to a white-knuckled fist, slurring out praises and swears. “Fuuuuuck, pleasepleaseplease Sammy,” he begged, a breathless sob as Sam’s fingers curled against his prostate relentlessly. 

You whimpered softly, holding his pleasure-wracked face as he spilled into Sam’s mouth, “So good, baby, fuck, you’re so so good.” 

Sam gulped, gasping for air as he released Danny’s exhausted, softening cock from his mouth. He retracted his fingers, wincing at Danny’s trembling hiss. He kissed his thigh in apology, then crawled up to lie along Danny’s side as the fucked-out man came down from his high. 

You caught Sam’s eye across from Danny, and you leaned forward, a silent request. Sam smiled happily, meeting you easily in a gentle kiss. 

As you cradled your boyfriend’s head in your lap and hummed happily into Sam’s kiss, you thought to yourself, you could get used to this. 

Something in the boys' eyes told you they felt the same way.

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@dragkbluire OMG how I love this art, it inspired me to write this lil horror fic :3

I hope you enjoy ^^

Ao3

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Warning for horror

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Legend pov

“A little louder, please. I don’t think the guests below have woken up yet.”

Breathing stops with his agitated footsteps. Cold sweat runs down his spine, and the bastard has the audacity to look at me surprised that I woke up. I could not even sleep to begin with-- a horse with iron hooves is quieter.

“I thought you were sleeping…” I feel my neck crack as I turn my head to face him. My eyes bore into his with all the anger and disbelief that exhaustion allows me. No words need to be said: the “really?!” is so obvious in my eyes that I can almost feel the pride emanating from the old man, even though he is rooms away.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, looking away embarrassed, and returns to sit on the bed on the opposite side of the room. I turn my eyes to the ceiling, silently asking the gods what I did to deserve this. I hear him breathing slowly in a futile attempt to calm down, but I know this moment of peace won’t last. After all, it’s the fifth time he’s done this, and the night has barely begun.

Why so much fuss? Was he worried about others? It would make sense for the damn mother cucco that he is, but I feel like that’s not it. Since we got here, he has not really seemed interested in anyone… not even himself. It was like the smith said-- he seemed a bit off, so much so that he did not even take off his layers to rest. The battle is over…

Or maybe not.

Now it is my turn to breathe to calm down. If I opened my mouth at this moment, nothing good would come out. I close my eyes. The idea of trying to sleep and ignoring everything is tempting, but worry screams in my head and hammers at my heart. I feel like something very bad is going to happen, and the guilt would never let me rest.

A strange silence reigned in the room. Perhaps it had only been a few seconds, but the stagnation of sound distorted time, giving the sensation that hours had passed. I sit up slowly: the creaking of the bed makes time and sound flow again. I don’t look at him, not yet, but I feel like my action has made him uneasy again. But why?

"Rancher…"

"No"

"Common man…"

"It is none of your business…"

“Then I will make it be”

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes once again. My bones ache, my wounds burn, bruises marking both body and soul are my souvenirs from today’s battle. Every movement is slow, every word heavy on my tongue, and the desperation to rest grows stronger, but I can not give up, not yet.

Guided by courage, I slowly turn in bed, placing my feet on the floor, facing him once again. But apparently, he finds the floor more fascinating at the moment.

“Please… no… not now,” my mood sours as usual. I think about responding, but I realize that these words were not directed at me. It is as if he is talking to himself, begging… for something… or someone. Once again, I am not here, not for him.

A wave of worry extinguishes the flames of exhaustion. He is not well, and I do not know how to help. I am not good at comforting people… My words are deaf to him... it is agonizing. I feel useless, and my heroic nature hates that. I want to comfort him with my touch, but a primitive instinct warns me: stay away. The only thing I can do now is wait, an uncertain and painful wait, as I watch my companion, my brother, succumb to the darkness in his mind.

I should get off my ass and go warn the others...it is the right thing to do, yes. The champion knows him better than I do, they have a story… or will have one? Time travel be damned.

"I-"

Creaks, whispers, and growls put me in a stupor, freezing my eyes on the rancher in front of me… or what should be him:

Embracing himself, nails cruelly dug into his arms, the crack of breaking bones harmonized in horror with the grinding of teeth that no longer seemed Hylian.

Black pulses emanated, taking with them the blood and soul, turning the skin pale, stealing the light that once had lived there.

The bones ripped through the skin, becoming more prominent, demonic, the thin line between man and beast slowly disappeared before me.

His empty eyes stared into mine, full of despair.

He finally gets up, his steps silent and calculated, in contrast to the heavy and noisy ones from before.

Slowly he advances, his eyes never leaving me, the melodic and morbid whispers getting louder the closer he gets. The temperature drops, my breathing becomes heavy, and the whispers are now deafening. I can not move…

Is cold…

Stop…

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please…

someone…

help…me…

The mention of a smile is the last thing registered in my mind before I fall into darkness.

[https-maxine-stuff]

Vampire Empire

Chapter 6.

𓆩♱𓆪

My eyes narrowed down at the man who laid on my lap, his eyes closed as his chest moved in gentle patterns.

I'll always love how enchanting he is, how much he makes me feel.

I'll always love him, I'll always love his gentle smile, his sweet kisses, the way his eyes would flutter open and soften when he'd see me.

It's always what I'll miss that gets me.

His smile doesn't hold that gentleness anymore, now it walks a fine line between macabre and a beautiful massacre.

One word from me and he could kill everyone in a whole city block radius.

I never really thought he'd become such a monster, I always have seen the good in him, why wouldn't I? He was gentle, sweet, everything I needed and yearned for.

My hands combed through his hair, his ever so soft hair, trailing his blemishes and every imperfection I've grown to love, every little scar that adorned his neck, every little hidden freckle that hid behind his ears.

I was crying.

I remember crying.

I remember how my eyes were bleary and full of tears.

That's what woke him up.

That's what saddened him.

"'My beautiful bird, why do you cry?"

"I don't know." My voice all weepy and quiet, his cold hands cupped my face, his eyes never leaving mine.

"There's no reason to cry," he pressed soft kisses to my cheeks. "I can fix all of this, all of your pain."

"How?" My voice full of questions I didn't need answered, my heart full of discontent and sadness.

"You know how," his lips trailing over my neck and then resting there.

"No." My words strong yet weak.

"Little bird.." He whispered, like his silver tongue could change my mind.

"I can't." My resolve stronger than my voice. "I want to grow old, I want to experience the beauty life has- had, to offer me, I want grey hair, and a soft wrinkle filled face."

"But you could my beautiful girl forever.." he whispered, rubbing his thumb across my cheek.

"What is beauty without life?" I asked, my eyes meeting his. "Where would my beauty matter?"

"Lucia." He spoke. "I wish you weren't so headstrong." His voice cold.

"You wish for too much." I replied.

"I don't wish enough."

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

Vampire Empire

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

I roamed around the large building, yellow lights illuminating my way through the halls. He let me roam the halls now, he trusted me enough, but not enough that I didn't have Diane following behind me.

"I'll kill you if you try anything." Her tone cold.

"He'll kill you if you even lay a finger on me, and you know it." I replied, my fingers grazing the ends of a wilting flower, just that graze allowed the flowers a little longer feel of life, the petal unwinding back into this beautiful pink shade.

"Must you always be so annoying?" She muttered.

"Did you always find me annoying even before.. this?" I motioned to her, and her new look.

"Yes. I always have, you can't ever seem to shut up."

"My fault, sorry my words seem to affect you." I feigned sadness.

"You're a great actor, for a smut film."

"Says you, I think there's more porn of you than me." I spoke bluntly, my slippers tapping against the tiled floors as I walked down another hall.

I had to hold back a gag.

"What is that god awful smell?" I covered my mouth to prevent bile from escaping.

"The corpses. Did you not know this is the hall they are left it? We free them, and free the left over blood inside of them so we can later butcher them to eat." She spoke like I was aware.

"This is disgusting." I turned on my heel heading in the opposite direction as a shrill scream filled my ears.

I froze.

I could hear them pleading and screaming for their life, then the sound of gagging, and wet squelch.. then nothing.

Silence.

I heard a door click open then close.

I felt stiff, I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

"Lucia, darling, what are you doing over here?" Dick spoke, his loafers clicking against the tiles as he took strides towards me.

I took in a sharp breath, swallowing the feeling of dread and disparity as I turned towards him. "Exploring."

"Ah, Diane you knew not to let her down this way." He scolded her.

I watched them bicker, but their words fell on deaf ears, their voices like a ringing in my ears. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, I could hear the blood rushing through my body.

I was suddenly more aware of the severity of the situation.

The pain.

The suffering billions are feeling.

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

I felt nauseous.

"I need to go lay down." My voice all but a whisper.

"I'll walk you." Dick spoke, reaching towards me, I placed my hand upward.

"No. That won't be necessary." I turned on my heel and began to walk away, towards where I believed would lead me back to my room.

⋆｡‧₊°꧁ ༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻ ꧂‧₊˚.⋆

I heard it.

The distant sound of the elevator.

My heart felt like it was about to drop, the metal doors sliding open when I saw him.

My sweetest boy.

Damien Wayne.

I felt a smile creep onto my lips. "Damien." His name exiting my lips like a prayer.

Oh, my sweet little Damien.

I watched his eyes widen, his breath quicken, I took notice of Alfred behind him, all tied up.

"Lucia." Damien spoke, the young boy running towards me, engulfing me in a hug. "I thought you- when I heard that you— oh thank.." he pulled away, embarrassed. "We will never talk of this."

"You got it." I smiled softly as I pulled him into a hug again, holding him close.

"I think that's enough hugging my dear." Dick's voice broke the beautiful moment. "He's my little brother not yours." He spoke bluntly.

"Alright, fine." I let go of Damien, ruffling his hair, he grimaced. "Don't do anything stupid." I whispered to him, I looked up at Alfred and for a moment everything seemed to shift.

I looked at him and he looked at me.

And I knew in that moment who he was, I could feel his energy pulsating throughout the room, he was shapeshifting. That J'onn.

They're here to kill Dick.

How idiotic of them.

I do hope they succeed though.

I smile softly as I walk past "Alfred", making my way back to my bedroom.

[inviiberu]

{Unexpected Memories and Hospitality} - Shylock SSR Card Story Translation

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Shylock's 2023 White Day SSR ☽༓･⁺˚‧͙

Ft. Akira and Murr as... cats?

Thank you so much @amorest-viesse for proof reading <3

Chapter 1

While strolling through the Blue Rose Garden with Shylock, we stumbled upon a rest area with a beautiful view.

Shylock: What do you think, Master Sage? Would you like to relax a bit here?

Shylock: If you'd like, you can take the sofa there.

Akira: Thank you very much. In that case, I'll take up on that offer.

As I sat down on the sofa, a man pushing a trolley with a pot of tea on it walked by.

Server: Would you like a cup of tea? This rose-tea was brewed using the very pride of our garden; the blue rose.

Akira: Huh? T-thank you very much.

Shylock: Thank you very much, Murr. That's very considerate of you.

Akira: Huh? Murr??

Server: …

Particles of light started swirling around the man and the next thing I knew he had turned into Murr.

Murr: Wehehe, busted!

Akira: I didn't notice it was you at all! Why did you disguise yourself like that?

Murr: I saw some people servin’ the guests earlier and I thought it looked like fun!

Shylock: It was certainly a sight to see you pour tea with such courtesy and sophistication.

Murr: That was me, but it wasn't rea～lly me... was it?

Murr: Perhaps the answer is right in front of our eyes! Come on, Master Sage! Drink some of your tea!

Akira: R-right… Huh?

Just as I bring the cup to my lips, the tea flies out. Then, it starts swirling around me as if it was dancing.

Akira: T-the tea?! It's dancing?!

The liquid floats around in the air, transforming itself into different shapes. I blinked repeatedly as the tea moved like it was alive.

Murr: A tea greeting to you, Master Sage! It's a treat from me!

Akira: Amazing!! And kind of cute too.!

Shylock: Fufu, all this spinning about is fine, but… I’d much prefer to savour the scent of the tea as opposed to watching it dance.

Shylock murmurs as he turns his gaze towards the flying tea.

Shylock: Why don't you take a rest in a teacup like the quiet, reflective surface of the water at night.

As if prompted by Shylock’s words, the tea slowly returned to its teacup.

Chapter 2

Shylock: Now then, Master Sage. Kiss it goodnight.

Akira: S-sure…

Akira: (Kiss it goodnight? Does he mean to drink it?)

Akira: …Mmph! It’s super tasty…!

Murr: Do ya like it? What dance would ya wanna see next?

Shylock: Dancing tea is nice, but if you’re up for it, how about some blue rose cake?

Shylock: You can only find such fine decorations hidden within this garden. They'll be sure to please, Master Sage.

As Shylock spoke, he lifted the clear tray cover by the teapot that Murr had brought.

Akira: Woah, it looks just like a jewellery box… It’s so beautiful.

Shylock: Allow me.

Akira: Thank you very much…!

With an elegant hand, Shylock cut the cake with a smooth stroke. His sophisticated movements fit perfectly with the gorgeous atmosphere.

Akira: (That’s just like Shylock. He always pays great attention to detail. I wonder if it’s okay for me to just be sitting here…?)

Murr: Hm, Master Sage? Are ya feelin' nervous?

Akira: Ahaha, well… It does make me a bit nervous to be treated so well in a place as beautiful as this.

Shylock: There’s no need to worry. People are here to relax with their loved ones.

Shylock: Master Sage, please enjoy your time here to your heart's content.

Akira: Thank you very much. I guess…

Akira: (I said that but…)

Shylock: ...Your expression remains the same.

Shylock: In that case, why don't you learn a little something about being carefree from a familiar figure and let loose for a bit?

Akira: A familiar figure...?

Shylock: Yes. Close your eyes, Master Sage.

Akira: Sure…

Shylock: 《Invibelle》

Shylock: … Now then, open your eyes again.

Akira: (...Hm? This..?)

When I opened my eyes, the world seemed much larger around me. As I was about to ask Shylock what he had done…

Akira: Meeoow. … Meo-?

Murr: Master Sage turned into a cat! Meow!

At Murr’s words, I quickly looked down at my body and noticed it was covered with fluffy fur.

Shylock: Fufu, cats are masters of doing whatever they like no matter where they are, no? I thought that if I turned Master Sage into one it would help them relax.

Akira: Meow!? (Huuuh!?)

Chapter 3

Shylock: While the Master Sage is always adorable, I must say, this form is quite cute as well.

Shylock smiled as he slowly bent down and gently stroked my head.

Akira: Meeooow…

He strokes my head with such expertise that I can’t help but start purring.

Akira: (It feels nice to be petted. Cats have it good…)

Shylock: Fufu, oh my.

Murr: Ah that looks so fun, Master Sage! I want to be a cat too!

Murr: 《Eanul Rambul》

Akira: Mya?!

Murr: Meow Meow!!

Akira: (Murr really became a cat!?)

Murr: Meow meooow!

Akira: Meeow…

Murr began to happily chase me around, and for some reason, with my newfound cat instincts, I enjoyed it as well.

Shylock: Oh my, this…

I stopped when I heard a voice above me, and Shylock bent down to stroke my head again.

Shylock: That might be a little too much.

Shylock: My dear kitty, would you like to play with me next?

Akira: Mya?

As Shylock offered his hand to me, I found myself reaching out as if giving him a pawshake. Suddenly, my whole body begins to glow.

Akira: Mya.. Ah.. Am I back to normal?

Murr: I’m back too! Well then, let’s add the finishing touches!!

Murr: 《Eanul Rambul》

Akira: Woah, fireworks…!

Shylock: 《Invibelle》

As the fireworks exploded, their falling sparks transformed into blue roses. It was magical to see the petals fall down as if they were colouring the sky.

Akira: How lovely…

Shylock: Then, Master Sage. Did you enjoy our hospitality?

Akira: Yes! It was a lot of fun… Did you two plan this ahead of time?

Murr: What what? What are ya talking about?

Shylock: It appears our hearts resonated with one another, and all we had to do was listen.

Shylock: Though… I suppose Murr gave me the idea.

Shylock: Master Sage, why don't I treat you to something special next time, just you and me?

Murr: Ah!! Shylock is trying to hog Master Sage all to himself!!

Shylock: Shh.

Shylock lightly teases Murr who responds with a laugh.** Looking at the two of them I can't help but laugh too.

Akira: Ahaha, I’m looking forward to it!

Then, with Shylock leading the way, we began to walk through the garden as flower petals danced all around us.

[xfrozendreams]

☾  IT was a rare moment that Alnirafenen was able to have a moment of peace and quiet. She found herself in a field, surrounded by wildflowers. Initially, she had just gone for a walk to enjoy the nice weather. When she saw the beautiful sight before her, she could not help but stop and do one of her favorite things — make flower crowns. 

   ALNIRA had one flower crown already rest atop her head and had made three for her companions back at the camp. She was working on a fourth when she heard footsteps approach her. She glanced up with a smile. « Would you like a flower crown? » She questioned, light dancing in her eyes as she asked. 

[xsingingpoppy]

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[venus-vampire]

ℙ𝔸ℂ: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜?

Tarot collaboration with @daarlingdatura

ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝟙 // ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝟚 // ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝟛 // ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝟜

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽ Pile 1 ☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅

This pile could have some friend group drama or friend drama going on. This situation will bring you some clarity and enlightenment thought- as well as some inner peace. Like you could learn to really love yourself through this situation so even though it sucks it's like a blessing in disguise because you get to realize how amazing you are.

You’ve got a reward coming through for making such intense and powerfully transformative emotional breakthroughs, you guys are naturally very balanced and stand strong in your judgments. You know when to call shots or take action, and you know how to differentiate between right and wrong in the grander scheme of things. You don’t get so swept up in momentary emotions. You take your time in executing decision making or in going through with your decided plans & patiently wait or what you want, even if it’s painfully slow.

You understand cause and effect very well, and you generally know what’s coming for you next. You usually know what the outcome of your choices are as well, 

YESS they know like the unconscious process of karma and actions. You know how to get what you want through hard work, and you are also someone who can energetically do road openings! This group could also be really adept in astral traveling !

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽ Pile 2 ☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅

This pile knows the cycles of people, and even life itself. They know that some things must come to an end for others to begin. This pile is in touch with their actual hidden gifts and blessings.

Your blessings are your innate understanding of the universe, energy, and magick. A lot of you also have incredibly powerful bloodlines as well I'm feeling!

I feel like y’all are blessed with strong ancestry, solid friendships, the ability to transition? Datura heard transition, transition of states of mind.

One of your gifts is balancing, I feel like y’all have this ability to swap energies and situations. You can switch your experiences, sometimes for fun.

Y’all protect your boundaries and are careful who they give time and attention to. But y’alls hidden gift is your empathetic and emotional nature. I feel like this group is full of healers and natural spiritualists. Nature is literally on the top of datura’s deck!!

There's probably also a lot of people with mutable in their big 3, venus, mutable dominant people in this pile.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Pile 3 ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

This is more of a hidden message you need to hear! Mixed in with some blessings and gifts.

You guys are serving extreme bad bitch energy. You are very much unapologetically you and you know what the fuck you’re talking about. Though you can tend to be very pessimistic, you could have really bad experiences with friendships and personal connections. Because of your experiences with others you can have a tendency to be superficial and a bit dull, because of this fear of connection. You don’t want it to backfire so you prefer to just be distant and not let people truly into your life. Alex said he was listening to the album Pink Friday by Nicki Minaj and that it made him think this pile is like her, and will defend their originality, identity, and selves at all costs. In the past you could’ve been naive, letting just anyone waltz into ur life, so now there’s almost a judgy nature to you. Where you need people to be as cool as you, when it’s unfortunately generally not the case. There is deep trauma a lot of you are avoiding with a smile plastered onto your face. I imagined a doll waving to a crowd, it’s like in the public eye you pretend to be the highest version of yourself but alone you can feel horrible and insecure at times. Not always though. Just sometimes. When you heal this vulnerability & connection trauma it’ll get better with times babes. This group can also tend to be seduced into befriending people with shitty intentions because they gaslight their intuition and really want to see the potential of a person they find to be cool. Like honestly this pile can be so superficial about connection sometimes. I feel like you could deal with a lot of conflicting thoughts and even paranoia surrounding friendships and connection. Spirit is saying to quit being so fucking paranoid and live your life. Not everything is that serious and you are seriously divinely protected. Like this group is very spiritually attuned and is well endowed spiritually. Quit being a pessimist and you will get to where you’re going with much less bullshit. Remember the world is a reflection of your mind. Also start following through on ur ideas, get your work ethic together, quit second guessing your ideas and walking away from ur projects just bc they don’t immediately blow up. 

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Pile 4 ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

I feel like y’all going through something not very fun right now, and your hidden blessings are kind of this ability you have to sink down and break yourself down and let everything bad melt away so you can be reborn. I feel like y’all are also a very vigilant pile, a little too vigilant.

I believe this pile’s hidden gifts and blessings are their ability to connect with others in equal and fair relationships. I feel like people will go out of their way to help you. People may look up to you and seek your advice or presence. Cherish those around you, pile 4.

I feel like y’all also have good temper control but know when to be assertive and let your spicy emotions out.

Pile 4 can quickly come back from failures and spend time within themselves to spring back up like nothing happened. Y’all  learn a lot from pain as well, so endings, failures, deaths, etc are a blessing in disguise for this group usually. “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger” is true for y’all.

I would say that y’all are generally positive people, but when the pain comes up y’all can get caught in it. Like you put forth your best, but get knocked down, not realizing the point is kind of allowing you to learn.

Datura heard work on being more positive or coping with failures. Try not exploding and self destructing every time something goes wrong. Good luck pile 4 <3

[xof-dreamers]

  ☾ Silvhen had spent the last two days picking flowers for whatever this thing his sister had planned. Some sort of appreciation day for the people of the inquisition. He understood what she was trying to do and thought it was sweet, but wasn’t sure if everyone would appreciate what she was doing. And still, tucked behind his ear, was his very own pink flower. He figured he might as well wear it. 

   Leaning against the exterior half-wall of Skyhold, he looked out at the land that surrounded them. The mountains looked cold but beautiful. The air was fresh and crisp. Sometimes it was hard to remember that they were fighting. He let out a sigh, gently twisting the flower that was behind his ear, resituating it mindlessly. 

[xfrozendreams]

O P E N

☼   IT had been an unusually warm day out as Vunleas trained with the other soldiers. He had to give them credit, they were good fighters. Which was good, considering they were all fighting for the same cause. They definitely gave him a run for his money, which meant that he would get better and better the more he fought them. 

   HE had been training for hours now and the sun was high in the air. With perspiration fresh on his forehead, he held his hand up to indicate he was taking a break. He found himself sitting next to the barrel of water that they used to drink from. He took the ladle and poured some over his head to cool himself down before taking a drink. 

   « YOU know, if you stare long enough, I might think you have a thing for me, » he called out, smirking his signature smirk as he looked back at the person who he had called out to.

[xfrozendreams]

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[xof-dreamers]

   ☾ The inquisition had been having a rough time lately. They were trying hard to get the number of supplies that they needed to support as many people that joined them, but it was getting hard. More and more people came back injured and spirits just seemed to be down. 

   Ashalanera wasn’t sure what she could do to try and raise those downed spirits. Josephine suggested a ball, but she didn’t feel like that was all-inclusive, especially to those who were too injured to come. So, after enlisting the help of her brother and others, Asha decided to pick a bunch of flowers and hand them out personally to everyone. She wanted to tell them how she appreciated them and to give them a small token of her appreciation. She knew it wasn’t much, but she hoped it would help. 

   After leaving the pub, Asha started to make her way down towards the infirmary. As she descended down to the front of Skyhold, she stopped the lone person who was coming the opposite way. ❝Excuse me,❞ she said to them with a smile. She reached into her basket to produce a beautiful white flower, ❝Thank you for helping us. I know it’s not much, but please accept this flower.❞

[xof-dreamers]

☾     “Get away from me, knife-ear! You and your magic are what’s wrong with this world!” Ashalanera jumped back as the man she had been attempting to heal threw his bowl of food at her. It hid her square in the chest, the remaining contents of it splattering over her apron. 

      “Please, I’m only trying to help,” Asha told him with pleading blue eyes. His next string of insults followed by him flinging more things at Asha only made her retreat. She exited the infirmary, closing the door behind her with a loud thud. She was relieved when she could no longer hear the soldier’s curses and insults. 

      Ashalanera tried to catch her breath as she leaned against the wall of the infirmary. Her eyes were cast upwards, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She had promised herself that she would not cry. And yet, the tears were already welling up in her eyes despite her. She reached up, hastily trying to brush them away. She had been with the Inquisition since Haven, working as a healer for them, but she still faced challenges when it came to helping the injured and sick. 

[xof-dreamers]

☾    “If you come any closer, I will be forced to retaliate,” the young Dalish woman proclaimed. She held her staff in her hand; her grip was so tight that her knuckles began to turn white. She would rather not fight at all, being a healer and all, but she knew that some things could not be avoided.