#Compas Direct

[haitilegends]

Compas Direct - pronounced CON'PA (Konpa)

📽 Ministre de la Culture (Haiti)

Haitian "Konpa" is properly written as "COMPAS DIRECT" and not "KOMPA." 😏

Please apologize for any confusion caused by the incorrect term and spread the word. 😄

No one would accept Soka, Salssah or Ragey, so why can't Haitians teach the world how to get it right?

Just as terms like "Soca," "Salsa," and "Reggae" are universally recognized and pronounced correctly, Haitians have the opportunity to share their cultural heritage and teach the world how to pronounce "Compas Direct" accurately. By embracing and promoting their music and culture, Haitians can play a crucial role in ensuring that their traditions are respected and understood globally.

Even if writing it properly is too difficult for you, you can at least write it in proper Haitian Kreyol.

Just imagine what it would feel like to accept a diploma or an award, only to find out that your name is spelled incorrectly on it. Then, imagine the institution dismissing it with a casual "oops, too bad, close enough!" Would that be acceptable to you? Would you still want to proudly display it despite the mistake?

No, it wouldn't be okay to accept a diploma or an award with an incorrectly spelled name. It's important to have accurate and properly spelled information on such documents. Displaying an incorrectly spelled name may not accurately represent your achievements and could lead to confusion or misunderstandings.

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We can compromise.

Compas Direct (Formally ) Compas, Compas love, Compas Y2K, Compas 2000, World Beat Compas, etc or

Konpa Dirèk, or Konpa when speaking Kreyòl

But let's leave "Kompa" for Kompa Magazine. Respectfully 💙❤🙏🏼

Sandra Gabriel lmt

Not 100dra Gabriyel

#Haitilegends

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[plutotheforgotten]

Had to explain to my best friend yesterday that I don’t know which way north is and I don’t want to. I’m still working on right vs left. I cannot at any given moment orient myself on a map. The closest thing to a map I can read is a mall directory or possibly a theme park map. And it’s gonna stay that way.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

pairing: ceo!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: wanda exploits your weakness for her, and fucks you in her office

content warnings: smut obvi, possessiveness, fingering, thigh grinding, a little bit of choking, slight exhibitionism

word count: 3.3k+

masterlist

Fingers Are My Weakness

‘I miss you, come to my office.’

You smile at your phone, sitting back in your seat as you come up with a response. You quickly turn the brightness down on your screen, fingers typing quickly as you bite your lip slightly. 

“Hey, are you ready to go over some of the procedures?” The voice is slightly grating on your ears, and you quickly delete your response as you lock your screen. Looking up, you see the woman who’s been showing you around all day looking at you with an expectant look on her face. 

Shit, what was her name? 

“Oh! Uh…” You check the time on your phone, noting that the workday had ended for almost everyone else. “Right now? I thought that procedures could wait until tomorrow?”

A condescending smile appears on her face, and you blink in surprise when she starts speaking. “Yeah, right now. It’s typical for newbies to stay late their first few days, just to get you up to speed. That’s ok with you right?”

Your phone dings, the woman’s eyes snap to it. Your fingers tighten around your phone, almost protectively. You huff slightly in annoyance, noticing the way the woman’s eyes linger on your legs, right where your skirt ends mid thigh. 

“Fine, just let me respond to this.”

Looking down, your heart jolts at the message you’d just received. It’s a single word, and sends shivers of nervousness down your spine. 

‘Now.’

Wanda Maximoff was not a woman you wanted to displease. Ever. You'd been on the receiving end of her ire more times than you could count, and although it was always enjoyable, the thought of punishment for disobeying a direct order sent your heart racing. 

The woman - Hailey, you remembered now - moved towards you, her heels clacking on the floor as she pulled a chair next to your desk. You had your phone angled away from her, fingers flying across the keyboard as you tried your best to minimize the punishment you'd surely receive for disobeying. 

‘I’m sorry, I can’t right now. Hailey is going over procedures with me. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.’

You flip your phone over again, sure that your face is heating up. Your fingers tremble in your lap as you lace them together tightly. Fortunately, Hailey is too focused on not-so-subtly peeking down the front of your low cut shirt to notice your flustered state. You clear your throat, annoyance building as you raise your eyebrows at her. 

Coughing slightly, Hailey pulls out a packet of information and places it in front of you. You flip through the first few pages, groaning internally at the sheer amount of information crammed onto each section. Hailey’s speaking again, her voice high and scratchy. It is nothing like the voice you actually want to hear. 

Just as that thought crosses your mind, your phone dings again, but you force yourself to ignore it. Avoiding eye contact with Hailey, you force yourself to flip to the second page as she drones on. You can practically feel the boredom take over you, your eyes drooping as you relax into your seat. 

Sneaking a glance at your phone, you see that Wanda has sent another message. Suddenly awake, you open your texts and read, your eyes wide. 

‘I thought you wanted to be a good girl?’

Your eyes flick over to Hailey, noticing that she’s now fixating on her laptop, seemingly searching for a specific page in a pdf. You hide your phone between the pages of your packet, typing with one hand while the other nonchalantly rests on the paper. 

‘I am a good girl, just busy rn. I’ll see you later.’

Locking your phone, you try to focus. Hailey’s voice is making your ears bleed, and you constantly find your thoughts wandering to a certain person. More specifically, your girlfriend, who just so happened to be the boss of the current company you worked at. 

A loud noise startled you out of your thoughts, the images of long hair and green eyes fading as you turned to look at Hailey. She snapped her fingers again, right under your nose as your eyes went slightly crossed in an effort to track her movements. 

“Listen, newbie,” She started, her eyes glancing down at your chest. “Just because you’re a personality hire doesn’t mean that you get to slack off, alright?” 

You felt anger rise, your thoughts churning as you glared at her with thinly veiled disgust. You’d actually worked very hard for this job, submitting an application and going through the same interview process as everyone else. Your girlfriend hadn’t actually known that you applied until your resume made its way to her desk along with the other final candidates for the position. 

She’d fucked you in many different positions that night, her praises never ending as you came over and over again. You’d begged her to be fair in the selection process, not wanting to only be hired because she ordered it. Wanda had agreed, saying that she’d refrain from the hiring process altogether for your special case. 

Breathing deeply, trying to calm yourself, you were about to respond to Hailey when your phone buzzed again. 

“Okay, who the fuck is texting you so much.” Hands reach for your phone, but you quickly pull it away. There’s an unimpressed look on Hailey’s face, her palm out as she expectantly glances at your phone. 

You sigh, unlocking your phone to see that Wanda has sent an image along with a message. No way in hell were you letting Hailey see the potential contents of that message. 

“It’s actually our boss.” Your tone is short, your words clipped as you raise a single eyebrow. You pride yourself on mastering your girlfriend’s infamous ‘I’m pissed’ face as Hailey takes in your expression and pales at your words. 

“Wait…” Hailey fumbled her words, trying to remedy the situation. “You have Wanda Maximoff’s phone number?”

You smirk, mindful of how long it's taken you to respond. Any second, Wanda would probably come storming down the hall, wondering what on earth was more important than her. “I do, and I should probably respond soon, don’t you think?”

Hailey waves her hands in a flustered ‘go ahead’ gesture as she ducks her head. You give her one last glance, before angling your phone away and opening the message. 

First you see the photo, an image of Wanda’s fingers splayed out on her desk, contrasting beautifully against the dark wood, her veiny hands catching your attention. You feel yourself flush, nervous butterflies erupting as you glaze at the long fingers and delicate gold rings adorning them. Then, your eyes flit down to the attached message, 

‘Mommy’s fingers miss your pussy, darling. Don’t be a brat.’

You suck in a deep breath, your heart thudding as Hailey looks over at you, craning her neck to try and see your phone. Shooting her a glare, you jolt when another text pings through.

‘If you want to be a good girl, then you can come to my office and suck my fingers. Is she more important than I am?’

You feel lightheaded, and any thoughts of going over procedure with the nosy brunette next to you vanish. You mutter some excuse about how Wanda needed you in her office, and to not wait up for you. Hailey says something, but you wave her off, already packing your bag and walking towards the large doors that lead into Wanda’s office. 

Cursing your girlfriend out in your head, you can’t help the way your thoughts keep returning to that picture of her fingers. You should have known she’d use that against you, and you regretted ever sending her that drunk text. The one where you confessed your obsession with her hands, calling them ‘perfect to suck on’ and telling her you ‘wished she would wrap them around your throat like a necklace’.

Pushing open the heavy door, you make your way inside the dimly lit office. For some odd reason, Wanda didn’t like to use the overhead light, claiming it wasn’t good for her eyes or complexion. You personally didn’t care, as you thought your girlfriend looked good in any lighting. The room smells like vanilla, and the air around you tightens when you finally catch a glimpse of your girlfriend. 

The look on Wanda’s face can only be described as stony. You can tell that she’s upset, only seconds away from unleashing her frustrations upon you, and you waste no time. Setting your bag down near the door and closing it, you quickly walk towards your girlfriend as she slowly moves her chair away from her desk, gesturing for you to sit in her lap. 

You start speaking, your words rapid as you attempt an explanation. “I’m sorry Wanda, I couldn’t get away any sooner. Hailey…” You see a flash of anger in those cold green eyes, and resolve to never mention the girl’s name again. “Um, she was really insistent on going over procedures, and…”

The rambling explanation you’re fumbling through is interrupted by Wanda, her voice holding a dark edge to it as she asks you, “What did you just call me?”

“I’m sorry, mommy.” 

A satisfied look makes its way onto your girlfriend’s face, and you sit on her lap hesitantly. In this position, your face is just inches away from hers, and you can’t help the way your eyes flit down to her lips. 

“Tell me, baby,” Wanda begins, a dangerous look in her eyes as she slowly rolls her chair back towards her desk, trapping you between her and the dark wood. “Does she want what’s mine?”

You bite your lip, knowing that your answer could potentially get Hailey fired. Then, you remember how rude she was and the way her eyes wandered where they shouldn’t have, and the words came rushing out. 

“I mean, yeah. She kept looking down my shirt, and I kept having to tug my skirt down cause her eyes were constantly on my thighs.” The words are quiet, and you watch Wanda carefully for a reaction. Her eyes glint coldly, one of her hands wrapping around your throat as the other digs into your waist. 

“Did she touch you?” 

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you, her sharp words sending a flash of heat through your body. Your clit throbs, and you rush to respond. “No mommy, only you’re allowed to touch me.”

Wanda hums, a small smile appearing on those beautiful lips for a moment. “Good girl.”

“She, um.” You hesitate, Wanda’s hand squeezing your throat tightly at your continued silence. “She also called me a personality hire.”

Green eyes darken, and you know that Hailey will not show up to work the next morning. Or ever again. You try to calm your girlfriend, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks as she looks over your shoulder towards her door, her eyes blazing as different images of Hailey’s wandering eyes worm their way into her possessive brain. 

A whimper sounds out, ringing around the otherwise quiet room as the pressure against your neck becomes too much to handle. Wanda relaxes her grip, pulling her hand away as she leans in. Her lips attach themselves to your throat, her teeth sharp as she sucks dark bruises into your sensitive skin. 

Your moans flow freely, your hands sliding into Wanda’s hair and massaging her scalp as she marks you. When you attempt to roll your hips, needing some friction against your aching core, you find that your waist is thoroughly pinned between Wanda’s body and the desk. 

Long fingers find your lips, and you close your eyes as you wrap your lips around the very thing that you’d been fantasizing about. She presses the digits against your tongue, sliding them in and out of your mouth as you gag slightly, your tongue swirling around them. 

“Are you needy, baby?” Wanda asks after a few minutes, her voice raspy as she finally pulls back from your neck. She can sense your hips attempting to move, and raises an eyebrow at you as you fight to speak around her fingers. After a few moments, she smirks at your pleading look and pulls her fingers out, wiping them on the front of your shirt. 

“Yes, mommy.” You’re breathless, your muscles straining as you fight to keep still against her. 

Wanda smiles wider, rolling back her chair as she nods at you. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Get yourself off on mommy’s thigh.”

You hesitate, wondering if this was a trick. The hand at your waist pushes, and at the feeling of your soaked pussy sliding against her leg, you start moving. Your breaths are shaky, your hands trembling in her hair as you move your hips quickly. 

It doesn’t take long until you’re a moaning mess, your forehead resting on her shoulder as you grind your core against her thigh. You can barely think straight, all your thoughts locked on your impending orgasm as you mindlessly move your hips faster. You feel Wanda’s hand tangle with your hair, and she wrenches your head back. 

Green eyes watch your lips part, a strangled gasp leaving you at the abrupt action. Your hips are still moving, your hands limp around her shoulders as you chase your high. Wanda smiles at the sight of your glossy eyes, soft moans falling from your lips as your wetness spreads on the silky fabric of her pants. 

“Having fun darling?” Wanda’s voice is teasing and you whine. Her tone hardens, her hand squeezing painfully in your hair as she reminds you, “Remember to ask permission to come.”

You know it's a trap, you couldn’t say why, but you knew she wouldn’t give in that easily. Not after you’d ignored her for so long, your attention not solely focused on her. She hated it when someone else caught your attention, and you loved her possessive nature, no matter how much the punishments hurt.

“I want… please, mommy.” You can’t even get out a full sentence, your words broken up by breathy moans. It makes Wanda throb, and she forces your jaw up from where your head had been drooping, wanting those glossy eyes focused on her.

“Touch me,” You begged, your thumb rubbing circles against the back of her neck. “Please touch me mommy, I can’t come without your help.”

This time, it's Wanda who lets out a moan. The sound is low, resonating in her chest as she brings a hand to your pussy. At the first touch of your glistening folds, she’s hooked. She never has been able to resist you, not when you're dripping around her fingers and staring at her with adorably blown pupils. 

“Don’t worry, darling.” Wanda murmurs, letting your head fall against her forehead as she enters you with two fingers, burying them knuckle deep as you whine. “Mommy’s brainless little slut can come however much she wants.”

The words shoot straight to your core, and you know your orgasm is mere seconds away. You frantically press your lips to Wanda’s, sucking and biting as she slips her tongue inside your mouth, deepening the kiss. You attempt to convey your desperation to her, and you think she understands when she nudges your clit with her thumb. 

A few more purposeful touches, and you’re falling apart in her lap. Wanda breaks the kiss, your lips unresponsive as you gasp against her cheek. You shudder, your walls clamping down around her fingers as she continues to thrust into you at a brutal pace. Her fingers curl, and you sense a second orgasm approach while you’re still trembling from the aftershocks of the first one. 

“Wait, mommy. It’s too much, please.” You’re whimpers go unheard, Wanda’s fingers still fucking you deeply as her lips return to your neck. You feel her teeth scrape your collarbone, and another orgasm rips through you when she bites down. 

Your body aches, the sensations overwhelming you in seconds. You’re highly aware of Wanda’s teeth sinking into your collarbone, her lips sucking harshly as you writhe against her. You can feel your juices leaking around her fingers, the once pleasurable heat in your core now agonizingly painful as she slows her thrusts. 

“Mommy…” Your voice is just above a whisper, your breaths shaky as you try and form more words. 

Wanda slips her fingers from you, bringing them up to your parted lips and forcing them into the wet heat of your mouth. She strokes your hair with her other hand, bringing you down as she murmurs, “I know baby, Mommy’s got you.”

Sucking softly, you smile around her fingers dazedly, your eyes slightly unfocused as they bore into Wanda’s. She smiles back, pressing her lips to your forehead, and leaving soft kisses over your damp cheeks as you giggle. 

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you sweetheart. Since you were so good for me, would you like to feel mommy’s strap when we get home?” You nod quickly, your mouth still occupied with her fingers, sucking off your arousal as she watches with darkened eyes. 

Wanda opens her mouth to continue, when a sharp knock on her door stops her. You’re much too hazy to care, all your attention focused solely on your girlfriend. She pulls her fingers from you, kissing you quickly before calling out for the person to enter. 

You jolt, remembering the compromising position you’re in, but strong hands hold your hips still as a warning look appears in Wanda’s eyes. You stare back with wide eyes, and Wanda swivels her chair until she can see the very same employee you’d been complaining about walk in. 

Hailey looks up from the papers in her hand, her eyes widening comically at the sight in front of her. Wanda watches her eyes take in the dark hickeys covering your neck and collarbone, your smudged lipstick and messy hair, before she stammers slightly as she attempts to speak. 

Nothing comes out, her words a strained sort of whimper as her eyes bounce back and forth between Wanda’s satisfied and smug expression, and your submissive, relaxed pose. You look down, an embarrassed flush creeping up the back of your neck as Wanda’s hand rubs soothing circles against your thigh. 

“I’ve heard some interesting things about you.” Wanda says, her words drawn out as she regards the shocked employee standing in her doorway. Hailey’s eyes widen even more than they already are, and she opens and closes her mouth as she tries to find an explanation. 

Wanda tilts her head, and the color drains from Hailey’s face. You shiver, having been on the receiving end of that look before, and you can’t help but pity the poor girl trembling in your girlfriend's doorway. 

“I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson today,” Wanda begins, her voice low as she grabs your jaw, tilting your head up so Hailey can see the full extent of your hickeys. “That you shouldn’t lust over something that isn’t yours.”

Hailey nods her head so quickly that it looks seconds away from falling off. Wanda waves her hand impatiently, a silent order for the girl to get out of her office. She takes a final look at you as she turns to leave, her eyes apologetic and wide as she grips the papers tightly in her fist, the edges wrinkling under her fingers. 

“By the way,” Wanda begins, stopping Hailey in her tracks. “You’re fired.”

You barely hear the door close, your eyes wide as you turn towards your girlfriend. You can’t help the small smile that appears on your face, your pussy clenching around nothing at the power she’d just shown. 

It’s almost as if Wanda has a sixth sense for you, her senses attuned to your body as if you shared a soul. She drops her eyes to your thighs, smirking as you gently grind down against the dark fabric of her pant leg. A single finger places itself under your chin, and you let your head raise as her green eyes bore into your own.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you plenty of orgasms once we get home.”

You can’t fucking wait.

Part Two: The Ultimate Weakness

[aeferkssr]

I PICTURE YOU WITH OTHER GUYS (THEN THROW UP ON THE STREET)

6reeze boys at the beach, but somone looks to interrupt your beach day. but, how could he blame them when you look like an angel?

established relationship. gender neutral reader. reader is wearing a swimsuit (not specified what type, ur just in swinwear).

masterlist.

CONFIRMS THE FACT THAT YOU ARE HIS, WHETHER SUBTLY OR NOT

maybe he shouldn't of left you alone even if it was for a minute or two, he should of brought you with him to get lunch instead of taking your order for you.

if you were right beside him, you wouldn't be swarmed with admirers right now.

unfortunately, he can't blame them. your beauty fails to compare to anything he has seen over countless journeys, your charm could never be accurately described, even with his every growing dictionary.

he looks over to your figure in the distance, the swimsuit you were wearing enhancing your allure unreasonably further. your suitor is leaning on their hand that is placed behind you while you keep your hands to yourself.

knowing you, you're probably trying to reject their advances, but because he has witnessed a fair share of pompous people, they insist on getting some sort of recognition. his eyebrow twitching slightly.

was he jealous?

a miniscule amount, he reasons.

miniscule enough for him to wade the sea water to interrupt the conversation, miniscule enough to immediately wrap his hand around your waist and kiss your temple, miniscule enough to feign innocence as you ask who you are talking to.

miniscule enough to passive aggression.

"i think you should go back on the beach, bud. your brain seems a bit fried if you think you can try and get what's not yours."

⸺ aether, kazuha

FUTURE SUITORS NEED TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU COME WITH SOME EXTRA BAGGAGE, HIM.

anyone would have to be both blind and stupid to not notice you two were together. he clung onto you like a starfish on a rock. he was basically hanging off of you, his height definitely helping with that.

he'll never admit why, though. he definitely did NOT overthink as soon as he saw you in the swimsuit how everyone on the beach would swarm towards you if he left you alone for even a minute.

you'd probably call him overprotective. he'd call it being smart.

just look at you, even he's surprised that you two are dating. you're absolutely stunning. the way that the sun bounces off of your skin (the same skin that goes oh so well with other colours of your suit) drives him near mad.

but maybe his clinginess isn't enough. he can sense all the states directed towards the both of you. most of them being eyes scrunched by the smiles of seeing young love, while the others look only at you. whether out of jealousy, or out of desire he couldn't care enough.

actually, it amuses him to the point where he chuckles to himself.

if you ask him about the mischievous grin on his face (a grin you know too well, unfortunately), he simply brushes it off before smooshing your face and kissing you all over.

"you look so *smooch* beautiful *smooch* love. gods, how i *smooch* love calling *smooch* you *smooch* mine~."

⸺ heizou, venti

WANDERING GAZES DON'T STAY FOR LONG, SINCE HIS GAVE IS ENOUGH FOR THEM TO RETREAT

anyone would have to be both blind and stupid to not Notice you two were together ( ii ). not because of how he clung onto you, it was how his face (an extreme case of resting bitch face) lightens as soon as your eyes meet.

maybe that was the guy you were talking to right now...

the only word your boyfriend could use to describe him is... dunce. of course, you were a bit nicer with his description. he was more like a himbo.

large, very, very large. the only reason why he didn't dismiss him immediately is because he stood at the perfect angle to block the sun from your easily sunburnt boyfriend.

even his smile was large. his teeth bore wide as he proudly flexed his physique, trying to show off on your so-called companion.

you try to explain how this isn't just a companion but /your/ companion he laughs and says how he probably has a friend that would suit him well.

gods, he was dense as a brick.

thankfully, it took one good look from your boyfriend at the jock for him to get the hint. when it finally hit him, he hurried away with his ears hung low.

"what? you feel bad for him? tch, nonsense. he was as dumb as he was big. plus, you're mine, and only mine..."

⸺ wanderer, xiao

shout out to addie for helping with the title, i'm so sleepy rn,,,

© aeferkssr.

[pearl-div3r]

dropping some Aeolus headcanons because what would I be without them???

Hate sea food, daddy issues related thing.

Poseidon once called him "tuna" and now half of Olympus refers to him as such

Professional hair puller, can and will pull anyone's hair. Yes, even if your hair is short (only non-bald one sparred so far is Ares because he constantly wears his helmet).

Screams and doesn’t even realizes it "can you stop shouting while speaking?" "but i'm not shouting????? :(" (totally not projecting)

Very throwable. If one of the gods was to be thrown around by the others like a tennis ball it would be him.

Living compas. Ask him the if you want to know where north, south, east or west is, make him spin comically fast and he'll end up standing in front of said direction.

Likes cooking and baking!!! Both for him and his winnions, sometimes he'd even gift a plate to Hestia or other Olympians

#1 star-gazzer. Don't talk to him outside during night because there's 99,99% chance that he's admiring the stars instead of listening.

Once jumped violently on Athena's back and when he saw her about to attack he pulled the "but I love you🥺🥺" card and while he did get flanked on the ground he avoided something worse.

You'll find him on the terrace during party. First Artemis will join him, after Athena, then Hermes and Dionysus and after you’ll end up with the entirety of the "teen olympians & baby aeolus" au either softly discussing or resting drunk on the floor.

Wonders who his mother is but tries not to think too much about it (to avoid getting sad)

[ro-beto]

Night Party CompaIFTune

IF's design was based on a girl that I seen on facebook, but the black on black was pretty on character for her

Compa design was the most complicated and simple at the same time since she didn't have a direct inspiration, but after some research it was easy to find something that fit her.

Neptune's design was the first one created, being inspired by Kiryu Kazuma's look in Yakuza 0. The intention of this design was for her to look mature and sexy without being ultra feminine or masculine. The sneakers help maintain that Nep Nep vibe in the design.

[pianokantzart]

By The Numbers (Pt. 3/END)

Luigi hoped to use one of his own special talents to give the Super Mario Bros. Plumbing company the leg-up it needed to succeed. But as usual, for all his good intentions, the younger of The Mario Brothers finds himself in over his head. Final part of a three part story!

Part one: X Part two: X

Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52624285/chapters/134094502

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“Luigi, what’s going on?” Mario’s tone was stern, his eyes flicking between the men surrounding his brother as he stood with hands clenched into ready fists. He was hatless, a pair of overalls thrown over his pajamas, one of his shoes left untied in his apparent rush to get dressed. Luigi was slow to answer. He knew that even if he didn’t look so ragged, caught in the middle of four strangers, his brother had already guessed he was in danger. Luigi’s poker face only lasted as long as the card game, in all other instances he couldn’t lie to save his life… or anyone else’s. Before he could say anything, he felt a burly arm envelop his shoulders and draw him close, holding him firm while the other three men formed a barrier between him and his brother.

“Oh… Luigi is just out for a little night on the town,” Warren said, carefully enunciating the name as he spoke it for the first time, “What’s it to you?”

Through the dark Luigi could see how his brother’s chest rose and fell– a tell-tale sign that his emotions were getting to him, but before a fist could be thrown he gathered his breath, released it with an audible exhale, and buried his hands into his pockets in a noble effort to hold himself back. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but I’ve already called the cops.” Mario pulled a familiar touchscreen phone from his overalls and waved it threateningly. “Let my brother go, and we won’t press any charges.”

This seemed to cause a bit of a stir amongst Luigi’s captors. The nameless three exchanged glances, and once they had all silently indicated to each other they did not know what to do, they turned to Warren for direction.

Warren, much to Luigi’s distress, tightened his hold on him, his arm sliding subtly from Luigi's shoulders to around his neck.

“I think you’re bluffing,” was the firm reply. “What do you say to that?” Mario said nothing. He returned the phone to his pocket, squared his shoulders, and started walking closer at an even, determined pace.

Warren’s three underlings moved in to intercept, but as Luigi had witnessed so many times before, they were blindsided by the amount of fight that was contained in someone who looked so small and innocuous. Mario knew exactly how to leverage both his weight and size, what angle to jump at to connect skull to jaw, and how high to jump in order to lay a sturdy kick into someone's throat. He was experienced in dodging blows from opponents twice his size, and was fast as he was strong.

But it was still three against one. Going up against those odds was difficult, getting out of them unscathed was impossible. For every blow Mario delivered and dodged, something connected and sent him reeling. Blows compounded, and despite the damage he dealt Mario was clearly having a harder and harder time getting back up.

“Don’t!” Luigi yelled, tears pooling in his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. He struggled to wrench free from Warren’s grip, and for his efforts he heard a light “click,” and finally got a decent look at the knife… a folding knife with a needle-point blade. 

“That’s enough, all of you!” Warren commanded, keeping the weapon firmly pressed against Luigi’s jaw. It took a few seconds for the thugs to untangle themselves from the fight and back down, during which Warren leaned close to Luigi’s ear, and whispered instructions in a tone that made the plumber’s blood run cold.

“I suggest you talk your brother down, before we do something you might regret.”

Struggling to regather his breath, Luigi looked over the scene and calculated the odds. Through the dim light he compared the scattered wounds of his attackers to the ones on his brother. Mario was still standing, but was leaning slightly under a bruised rib, his breaths audible through a face that was already beginning to swell. Three against one. The cards were not in his favor. But the odds never mattered to Mario. His hands remained clenched as he crouched back into a fighting stance and stared Warren down, the blade the larger man held against Luigi’s throat the one thing holding him back.

“Mario! Just go!” Luigi pleaded.

“Lu.” Mario’s gaze softened as it shifted to his brother. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m–” “You’re gonna get us both killed!” Luigi interrupted frantically. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want you here! I don’t want you trying to save me!”

His older brother looked startled at this. A look of hurt and confusion creased his face, black and blue and speckled with blood. Luigi felt his stomach twist with regret, but he far preferred that over watching Mario continue to test how much punishment his body could take. Luigi knew that tonight was a culmination of his own weakness. He was not going to let him keep paying the price for that.

“Everything was fine until you showed up.” Luigi spoke quietly as he doubled down with a cracking voice and tears flowing freely. “I don’t need you. The sooner you’re gone, the safer I’ll be. What part of that don’t you understand?”

Mario’s surprised look turned thoughtful as his fists unclenched, and he crossed his arms irresolutely in front of his chest. He carefully looked around, gaze shifting from the three goons, to Warren, to the knife, to Luigi, where his gaze lingered for a long while. As Luigi met his eyes, an unspoken exchange brought him to the unsettling conclusion that no matter what he said, Mario wouldn’t leave– or more, couldn’t leave. He couldn’t turn his back on him. He was too frightened about what might happen. Mario further softened his body language, raising his palms and lowering his head. “Okay, okay… just tell me what you guys want.”

“Whatever happened to having called the cops?” one of the goons mumbled, rubbing at his bruised jaw and wiping away the blood in the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah, you called my bluff on that one.” Mario said, forcing a strained chuckle. “Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to get out of my brother, but we can figure something out.”

“One moment you’re trying to crack open skulls, the next you think you’re some sort of master negotiator,” Warren muttered. He pressed the blade a little harder against Luigi’s jaw, eliciting a pained squeak and a small trickle of crimson. Mario stiffened, his bruised eyes widening.

“Please! I-... What do I need to do to fix this?”

Warren chewed his lip thoughtfully. After giving each of his men a quick glance, he made an offer while clicking his knife closed to his sincerity. “I’ll tell you one thing you can do: hold still. Things are about to get very unpleasant for you, but if you prove you can control yourself, we’ll give your brother here another chance to make things right.”

Mario didn’t know what that meant, he was afraid to ask, but knowing what was at stake he simply nodded. Luigi didn’t understand either, but felt a horrible dread weighing down on him as Warren’s underlings approached Mario one by one. The first reared back, taking his time in aiming his fist at Mario’s temple. It connected without resistance with a gut-churning crack. Mario let out a grunt of pain and swayed under the impact, but otherwise didn’t move. “Mario!” Luigi shouted. Through vision blurred with tears, he saw his sibling smiling up at him. “See?” Mario muttered, blinking away the darkness that danced at the corner of his vision, “I can control myself.” No sooner had he said this, the second thug delivered a blow of his own. In a roundhouse kick that looked straight out of a corny action movie, he knocked Mario’s legs out from under him. Mario slowly and carefully stood back up, but made no further signs of resistance.

The third thug, who had received the worst injuries of his companions, hung back as the other two tested whether or not their opponent would stay true to his word. Seeing Mario remain still despite the attacks, he held a hand out toward Warren who– to Luigi’s horror– handed him the switchblade, which the thug calmly flicked open while approaching his brother. Luigi wanted to scream, call out a warning, do something other than just stand there, but found himself frozen in place save for his quivering limbs and knotted stomach, until a flicker of coherent thought in the back of his mind pointed out that Warren’s grip on him had loosened. He wasn’t completely free, the arm was still wrapped around his neck, but he had a little bit of wriggle room…

___ “Push off with your back leg and twist your hips like you’re swinging a home run.” His father explained, adjusting Luigi’s posture. The ten year old shifted his footing as directed, taking care to keep his thumb outside his fist, between his first and second knuckles on his index and middle finger. “Keep your elbow in. Don’t aim at the head, but behind it.” His father continued as he extended a large calloused hand, nearly as big as Luigi’s head, “Pretend my hand is the face of someone that… um… someone trying to hurt your brother!” Luigi crafted the scenario in his mind, tightening his fist, working himself up. “That’s it. Now swing! Hard as you can!” ___

Luigi’s whole body twisted and his arm shot out in one short, controlled action. He felt his knuckles crack across Warren’s face and the cartilage of the large man’s nose snap. There was a tiny yelp of shock, Warren releasing Luigi to clutch his bleeding face with both hands. Everyone’s attention was captured, the whole scene paused in astonishment. Luigi didn’t waste a single second as he dashed down the alley, snatching up his sibling, practically throwing him ahead in his desperation.

“Mario! Run!”

The command was unnecessary. They fell into sync as they sped away. They could hear manic footsteps and shouts behind them as their pursuers regrouped and gave chase, but if there was anything Mario was better at than fighting, it was running, and if there was any skill in which Luigi surpassed his brother, it was the art of escape.

Together they bounded over chain link fences, across brick walls and fire escapes, rounding sharp corners and leapfrogging over garbage cans, keeping side-by-side until any sign of their pursuers was left far behind, lost completely in the loud bustle of the New York streets as dawn finally broke over the city.

Mario and Luigi took refuge in a corner store across the street from their home. Harry, a friend of theirs, ran the place from six in the morning until two p.m, and played tennis with them on weekends. He was just then turning the sign from “closed” to “open” when he saw Mario and Luigi approach, Mario holding on to Luigi's shoulders for stability.

They claimed they were mugged. The full story didn’t feel worth delving into. Harry considered calling the police, but Mario and Luigi turned down the idea. Given that their attackers hadn’t successfully stolen anything, and Mario had dealt out a fair amount of damage himself, they doubted anything useful could come of it.

They took Harry’s suggestion to call an ambulance into a bit more consideration. Mario looked himself over carefully, and after determining that no bones were broken or organs ruptured, turned down that idea as well. They did, however, happily accept the offer of ice, bandages, and access to the storage room, where they could get themselves cleaned up before heading home.

Soon, Luigi was sitting by his brother on a pallet of paper towels with a first aid kit open on his lap. He decided to start with Mario’s raw knuckles, having decided to wait until after the ice brought down the swelling in his face before he tended to the worst of the damage.

“So, what are we going to tell the family?” Luigi asked after he and his brother had finally settled. “Same thing we told Harry.” Mario said, wincing a little as his brother brushed gravel out of his injured knuckles and dabbed them with antiseptic, “We’ll tell them we got a sugar craving around midnight, decided to take a walk to the nearby 24/7 pancake house, and got mugged along the way.”

“Why would I go to a pancake house in my Sunday best?” “Oh, I don’t know!” Mario snapped, pulling the ice away from his face in exasperation. “What, you want me to tell them that you decided to sneak out and pretend to be Stu Ungar for a night?”

Luigi shrugged, barely even blinking when his brother raised his voice at him, finding it rather comforting that he still had that fire in him regardless of his injuries. Even so, Mario looked regretful, letting out a heavy sigh and pressing the ice back against his face. “No way. They’d never let you hear the end of it.”

Luigi gave a small nod, less of agreement and more of numb acceptance. He rifled through the package of adhesive bandages, trying to find the little H-shaped one designed for knuckles. Finding none, he decided to settle with simple gauze and bandage tape. “Mario, I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he finished tying off his brother’s hands. “Heh, not as sorry as you’re gonna be when Nonno gets wind of this. For a guy who needs a walker he sure can swing that thing, and he doesn't miss!” “Not about that. I mean…” Luigi swallowed back the tears building in his throat. “...I-I mean about what I said back there. The whole ‘I don’t need you’ thing.” “Oh that!” Mario let out a good natured laugh and shook his head. “Don’t even mention it Lu, you were just trying to keep me safe.”

“But I didn’t… I mean I should’ve…” Luigi stuttered and trailed off as he felt the tears continue to choke him, creating a painful lump and cutting off his words. That wasn’t all he was sorry for. It wasn’t even the beginning. He didn’t mean to put his brother in that position, make him feel like he had to turn himself into a punching bag. He didn’t mean to nearly get him stabbed... maybe even killed. He didn’t mean to keep getting lost, keep getting cornered, keep attracting trouble, keep forcing his Mario into these sorts of situations. He couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with him. “Hey.” Mario’s voice pulled Luigi from his thoughts. He felt his brother gently take hold of his wrist, and lift his trembling hand into the air. “That was a pretty good left hook back there.”

Luigi looked at his own hand as Mario brought it up to the light. It was still marked with Warren’s nose blood, smeared across his knuckles in an ugly brown stain. He felt a glimmer of pride then, seeing the evidence of his little moment of heroism, though he wasn’t so proud that he wasn’t unnerved by the literal blood on his hands.

Using an antiseptic wipe to wash his hand clean, Luigi decided to switch subjects and ask a question that had been on the tip of his tongue ever since Mario first swooped in to rescue him. “How’d you know where to find me?”

“Well, you weren’t too far from the casino you kept researching in your internet search history.” Mario smugly pulled the phone from his overall pocket– miraculously undamaged. “I just followed the address, and then followed my gut, until eventually I found you. Not a moment too soon, from the looks of things.”

Luigi smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Heh, I just wish you’d found me sooner. The night would've gone a lot better if you picked me up right after I won all that mon-” he froze mid sentence, his eyes widening in sudden recollection. The money! He couldn’t believe he almost forgot about the money! “Hold on! I want to show you something.” Mario was confused, but didn’t protest as Luigi took the phone from his hands. Eagerly he exited the internet page, switched to his bank app, and was relieved to see that despite losing his debit card and nearly getting robbed at knifepoint, the total in his checking account was still the same as it had been when he’d first left the poker table and deposited his earnings. “What’s that big grin about?” Mario asked, noticing his brother's change of demeanor. Luigi handed the phone back to Mario, and took no small amount of delight in watching his expressions disbelief and elation.

“Luigi! Is this for real!? I swear if you’re pulling my leg-”

“The average cost of starting a plumbing business is around twenty grand, right?” Luigi interrupted, chuckling proudly. “Twenty five thousand should cover it.”

Saying the number out loud, a part Luigi couldn’t help but feel perplexed. It had seemed an exorbitant amount at the poker table– no doubt it was an incredible sum to win in one night– but it didn’t seem like a number worth being threatened the way he had, not by a guy who appeared as well off as Warren. Luigi suspected either Warren’s issues were based more in pride than money, or he had been pigeonholed as a far more prolific and wealthy gambler than he actually was. Someone worth robbing. In any case, they were 25k richer, and Mario was over the moon.

“We- we can get a van! With a logo and a custom paint job!” he declared, struggling to keep from shouting as he wrapped an arm around his brother, “We can restock our tools, get the name trademarked! Get the permits and a website and- ah, ow!” Too much excitement. Mario’s aching skull began to throb and his split lip that had just started to heal was bleeding again. Luigi tenderly unwound himself from his brother’s hug, settled him back down, and began dabbing at the bloody lip with a cotton ball.

“First let’s see how much the doctor bills are going to cost.” Luigi remarked with no small amount of concern, “you may feel well enough to avoid an ambulance, but I’m not convinced you didn’t crack a cheek bone or something, and we’re no longer insured...”

“We’ll be fine. We’ve got our life savings on top of your winnings!” Mario let out another hearty laugh, still high on excitement despite the surge of pain, “In fact, bet if we… well… nah. It’s stupid.” “Stupid? No way.” Luigi pulled out another antiseptic wipe, waiting for Mario to hold still enough for him to tend to a particularly ruddy scrape on his cheek. “Couldn’t be any stupider than sneaking out to play poker. What’s the plan?” “It’s not a plan so much as it is an idea.” “...And? What’s the idea?”

Mario winced as his younger brother finally succeeded in laying the stinging cloth against his injured face, but quickly bounced back into a smile.

“Say Lu…” he said, eyes shining with excitement, “how do you feel about making a TV commercial?”

[bloedewir]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard and Mass Effect companions

If talking about Bioware there's always a familiar personality types from game to game (and it's totally ok because despite well known archetypes the devil is in the details). So. I was bored and thinking about the da4 squad. Let's just say it's kind of a comparison and a try to guess what to expect. No serious stuff included, just for entertainment.

(also it would be hilarious to wait the release and found out I failed dramatically)

Bellara Lutara

Peebee

As devs said Bellara is the one who always has a solution and so as Peebee.

She may seems immature and careless yet is actually smart and resourceful despite the first impression. A true adventurer in a search of truth and new knowledge. Savvy of the team.

Lucanis Dellamorte

Garrus Vakarian

Archangels, as celestials, are supposed to be with wings so Dellamorte with his wings is a perfect match.

I mean. Kills shitbags. Outrageously skilled yet surprisingly awkward in a matter of personal relationship. The job must be done even if not a nice one. Dedication of the team.

Emmrich Volcarin

Mordin Solus

Academic mind. Responsible and quite a work enthusiastic yet morally questionable. Calm, polite, discreet. Tremendous vocabulary (I hope the speed of speaking isn't salarian tho). Wits of the team.

Lace Harding

Wanted to say Liara T'Soni because of VA, but it's Nyreen Kandros

Moral compas always point in a right direction. You have to do anything that is possible to help those who can't protect themselves. Conscience of the team.

Neve Gallus

Miranda Lawson

Smart and capable. Ice queen at first sight but if you can earn the trust is the loyal friend. Determination of the team.

Davrin

Liam Costa (??)

Having a problem here. Not much known about Davrin yet. Liam Costa seems fitting because he's not a hero or a chosen one or something. A good person who cares a lot, wants to help and tries to make things right. And he is bold and charming so as Davrin was described. Heart of the team.

Taash

Aria T'Loak

Strong, confident, brave as hell. You need to get shit done? It's your lady. Yet has a soft side you can see if prove yourself trustworthy. And then the most loyal ally who goes with you to hell and back. Courage of the team.

[snapemalfoy]

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𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵．𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴！<3

18+, ᴍɪɴᴏʀs DNⵊ. ᴘʀᴀɪsɪɴɢ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ , ᴀɴɢsᴛ.

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𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐫, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧?

But yet, here you are, your trunks and luggage stacked neatly in the corner of your chambers, waiting to be unpacked and loaded into the cupboards and closet that was given when you started.

With your advanced IQ among multiple wizarding topics, the last thing you truly expected was a letter in the mail asking if you’d like to take the position of Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. Upon your hire, you expected nothing but being a teacher, passing your knowledge onto the many curious minds that waltzed into your room on a day to day basis. The Dark Lord fell many, many years ago, but there could be new threats. Recent graduates who want to pick up where he left off all those years ago, and despite the fact you hate using your talents for this, you didn’t want to leave those kids without proper training. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒.

Or perhaps, it was 𝒉𝒊𝒎, that drew you back here.

You always thought you were good at hiding it. You learned rather quickly how to hide the flush that tried flowing into your face when he was near. You made sure it wouldn’t show on your face, or in your posture. But 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕, it was hard. Those times he’d pass you in the corridors, or nodding in your direction when you’d say good morning. Or maybe, it was the fact, he barely acknowledged your existence at all that made you crave him even more. Granted, you didn’t expect to take over the position he worked ever so hard for, so you didn’t have much time to prepare yourself for the cold shoulder you’d receive from him. You often found yourself wondering: if you were given another position, would it be any different? Would you have caught his eye? Like he did, you? Would the two of you grow close like you hope?

But, more importantly, would you be in the position that you’re in right now?

Somehow, you always seemed to find yourself, wherever he is. Yes, as Professor’s, you share the same break room, the same eatery, the same library, but there have been times that he’d suddenly be near. And for no apparent reason at all. Or so you thought.

This was another one of those times.

You had been waiting outside of the Headmasters office for what seemed like hours. With the plan of partnering up with another Professor for a dueling club, for the younger students. Most of the other teachers had their partners already, which left you with 𝒉𝒊𝒎. You had heard a lot about him through others; how he created spells as a young teen all by himself, and how he, was the one to bring down the Dark Lord back in the day. Of course, you knew despite most of the students being either afraid of him or looking up to him, you knew he was a force to be reckoned with. There weren’t many other wizards more powerful than you. More knowledgeable than you. One Professor, even stated they believed you were stronger than him. But, you knew, you were 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, compared to him. And you knew that’s what made you get on his nerves. That, and for some odd reason, they chose your knowledge over his, for this position.

But, all the same, he had to deal with you as his dueling partner. And whether he wanted to spare you in on his complaints, or simply because things were being said that you couldn’t know about, you were told to wait outside.

You figured it was going to be a few more minutes and you grew tired of standing like a security guard outside of a bank. The aches in your legs told you that you needed to move, stretch, walk around. Do something so you wouldn’t turn stiff as a board. Hogwarts was beautiful, in many unique ways. But even with a view like this, you grew impatient, and bored. Especially because you weren’t allowed to do anything but wait.

They didn’t specify where you had to wait, only that you had to wait. You told yourself. And after a moments contemplation, you went on your merry way.

You found yourself inside of his classroom, examining the books and many bottles of ingredients that lined the shelves. Call yourself crazy, but you’d love to be a student in his class, watching as he worked, listening as he explained things to you and the rest of the class. And, despite his nonexistent knowledge towards you, you grew found of him. Found of the idea that one day, his attention might just fall to you. There weren’t many people you were found of anymore. That being the case, you made it a point to try to be friends. Well, acquaintances would be a better word. And if that meant dealing with his silence, and cold glances, you’d happily oblige.

Eventually, after glancing over what felt like the hundredth jar that evening, you heard the faint sound of a knob juggling as it’s being turned. You cocked your head in the direction the noise was coming from and watched as he gracefully walked through the center of the room and up to his desk. And like always, ignoring the fact that you were standing no more than ten feet away.

“𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗬/𝗻.” He said, catching you off guard, as he’s never addressed you before.

You hoped and prayed that your eyes didn’t express the excitement that bubbled up inside you. You swallowed, and brushed a hand through your hair as causally as you could.

“𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗲." You made it a point to address him with the same annoyed, and unappealing tone he gave to you when he voiced your name.

When you were first introduced to him, you felt scared. Not because of the things you'd heard of him, but of the intimidating aura that emitted from him. You feared that you may make a fool of yourself in front of him, or that you’d mess something up and he’d get angry with you. But over time, you felt yourself get fond of that idea. Wondering if he’d wait until the two of you were alone to discipline you or if he’d do it in front of others, not sympathetic towards your embarrassment.

You 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 the thought of being alone with him. Fond of the idea he would degrade you for knocking over a potion bottle.

Perhaps you have gone mad.

You watched as the corners of his lips turned down into a scowl, irritated about being spoken to in such a manner. In a manner below him. You watched as he repositioned in his chair, perched at the front of the dimly lit classroom, sitting in a chair that you’d find a king sitting in, rather than a potions Professor. If it weren’t for the lamp, and the few lit candles around the room, you wouldn’t notice he was here if you were to of walked in now.

“𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝘆/𝗻.” He rumbled out, more impatient than the first time he spoke of you. He didn’t move again, as his dark eyes bore into your head.

“𝗡𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗲. 𝗜’𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯.” You replied as you adjusted your posture against the counter.

From the corner of your eye, you could see him tense up as you crossed your arms. From where you were propped up against the counter, you were able to get a good look at him. Even sitting down, his intimidating energy coated this room in what felt like a thick fog. You realized that despite sitting down, his over six foot tall stature was amplified by the bulk of his muscles as well as the thick dark cloak he wore everyday. You were small to begin with, no taller than 5’2, he managed to make you feel even smaller. Without even doing anything.

𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗴.

“𝗦𝗼. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁?” You questioned. You watched as he settled back against his chair, his tense posture never easing, not even by a fraction. His hands balled up into hard fists.

“𝗡𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸. 𝗬𝗼𝘂, 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱.” He growled out, his tone making it quite clear that your presence is frustrating to him. You exhaled, glancing towards the flow and feeling slightly sympathetic yet bothered.

“𝗜 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲.” You replied, feeling yourself slowly giving up at making a conversation out of this topic. As much as you wanted to turn on your heel, something made you voice your opinion. “𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁?”

He let out a rumble as he listened to your words, a sound he made when irritated. His tone full of distaste.

“𝗜’𝗺 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿.” He snarled, this comment resulting in you rolling your eyes at the floor. You should of known that as long as you held the position of the DADA teacher, this is how he’d behave. You couldn’t grasp why he wanted that job so much. But you couldn’t find yourself with enough courage to ask. It was clear to you, that for as long as you stayed here, he would continue to be this frustrated. He wouldn’t say it, but you knew.

Pushing yourself away from the counter using your foot, your boots making no noise as you took a few steps forward, towards his desk.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿. 𝗪𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁, 𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲.” You added cooly. You knew you were hitting below the belt, but something in his expression egged you on.

Snape stared down at you without a word, his eyes full of nothing but seething hate. You noticed his breathing hitching with every breath. It was quite some time before he acknowledged what you said.

“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 ��𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂.” He remarked. The fists that his hands have been curled up in, tightened. Causing his knuckles to turn even paler.

“𝗜’𝗺 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.” You retorted back, cocking your head to the left. You watched as he lulled something over in his mind. You used this time to shift your weight back and forth between each leg, overly tired and stiff from the never ending standing.

“𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼?” He rumbled, an eyebrow going up in response to his question.

“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁.” He said to you, his voice a touch deeper than normal, darker.

His remark came as a surprise, and your eyes must of showed it. He readjusted his posture, sitting straight as straight as possible. You watched as he pushed his hips outward, from his seated position. This action made his legs stick out from where they were before. He pulled his hands from the arm rests, letting them sit folded in his lap.

“𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲.”

He demanded. You obeyed naturally as you walked up the step that leads to his desk. Coming to a stop a foot away from him. Your heart rate picked up from the sudden closeness, causing a rush of heat to travel to your face. Suddenly, you felt his large hand grip your wrist almost painfully. Pulling you forward so that your head was level to his. “𝗬𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.” He growled. This shocked you. As much as his ignorance to you upset you, you tried your best to be nothing but nice and respectful towards him. You started to wonder if you giving him space was considered disrespect to him.

“𝗦𝗶𝘁.” He commanded, and the second you went to plop onto the floor in front of him, you were yanked 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 him. Straight into the menacing man’s lap. Your legs positioned on either side of his large thigh. It took your brain a few seconds more to realize what was happening and that’s what distracted you from the grip he had on your chin. His large fingers gripping the bone firmly between them, pulling at your chin to make you look down at him. You were propped in the middle of his leg, finding this seat rather comfortable, despite him being so menacing. You almost lost your balance as you tried to hover over him, nervous that your heat might come in contact with his leg. Letting go of your face, and reaching out to you, you felt him place one large hand on either side of your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze as he pushed you down.

The potion Professor seemed to enjoy the shock and excitement that crossed over your face, perched on his thigh . He felt the way your body trembled lightly as he held onto you; seeing the way your eyes glazed over in lust rather than fear. Severus was a busy and introverted man. As much of a front he was putting on, making you think he hated you over some stupid job, it really covered the growing attraction and need to feel you close to him.

And that’s why, he took this opportunity to show you, how you make him feel.

Your lips parted as his hands traveled up and down the your waist. The way his fingers grazed over your ribs and back made you shudder in the already cold room. His body was warm under you, making you feel it through the layer of clothing you wore. Even though he pulled your head up to look at him, you couldn’t help yourself from looking down, taking in the position you were in. He stopped briefly to squeeze the supple flesh under his touch.

“You seem 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨, doll.” He said to you, making a note of the way your breath hitched at the name.

“𝗜-𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻.” You dropped your head again at the shame of your fantasies being laid out for him to hear. Feeling so embarrassed you couldn’t stop the blush that threatened over your cheeks and nose. He let out a noise of approval at your honesty; at the way you so easily gave yourself to him. What you didn’t know, was that he often found himself pleasuring himself to thoughts of you like this. Wondering what sweet noises you would make as his hands traveled over your body, what your face would look like when he had you on the verge of coming undone by his touch. But still, the tone of your voice, he could tell something was wrong. You were nervous, flustered. And what he didn’t know, is that you’ve never done something like this before. You’ve had your fair share of men, but none made you feel the way he 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 you feel.

But, as frightening as he may be, he would 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 hurt you, or do something to make you uncomfortable.

Not unless you told him to.

“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.” Replied Severus, glancing into your glossed over eyes.

His hands gripped a little more tightly into your skin, holding you steady.

“𝗡𝗼𝘄, 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽.”

Before you were able to agree with the potions Professor, he pushed you down more and began to grind your hips into his muscular thigh. He rocked you back and forth in small, quick motions as your clothed heat ground against his leg. The sudden sensation made you whimper, your hands falling forward onto his chest where you started palming at the fabric. Attempting to get a grip on something as he slowly started his assault. After the surprise of the sudden pleasure between your legs, you eased into it. You began rocking your hips along with his help. A collection of whines and whimpers escaped your lips, your face and chest heating up with each rock.

“𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗨𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳.” Severus spoke softly, giving you one quick bounce of his leg and watching as you dropped your head onto his shoulder to muffle your cries. Embarrassed at such a lewd sound, you bit down into the fabric that clothed him, trying to suppress the pathetic sounds you were making as you curled your waist to grind against him more.

Something about this upset him, whether you were trying to hide your face, or stifle your sounds, you felt an arm snake up your torso until it rested firmly around your throat. Without warning, you couldn’t help but throw your head back as you let out such a pathetic moan. With his strength, he held your head out, giving him the perfect view to watch your face contort in pleasure.

“𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 ��𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹.”

Following his demand, you nodded your head the best you could in his grip, locking eyes with him. Surprisingly, now you had decent balance, despite loosing one of his hands. The way his other thigh pushed in towards yours helped you stay steady as you rocked yourself against him.

Severus couldn’t help but smirk, your face looked so helpless, and needy, as you continued to whine and moan with every stroke of his leg. Your sounds, were just as helpless and pathetic as you were in this state.

“𝗙-𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸.” You whimpered. “𝗦𝗲𝘃-𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀.” His name came out broken as your hips attempted to keep up with his pace.

“𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁. 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗺?” He cooed towards you, watching as small tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, the skin under his fingers turning pink from his longing grip.

As the assault to your clothed cunt continued, you could feel the familiar warmth form in your lower stomach. This caused your movements to turn sloppy, and erratic. You got to the point your pace was much quicker than the one he set for you. Severus figured this meant one thing, and one thing only. He decided, to give you some more guidance. He started to bounce his knee randomly, enjoying the way you’d close your eyes at each jolt. Your hands, that gripped onto his chest, tightened, holding on for dear life. Your whines turned to moans, and your whimpering grew louder, and at this point you didn’t care how ‘loud’ you became. Severus was making you feel good, and your entire body filled with the ecstasy that you never imagined you could achieve. Not even during all those late nights where you found yourself pinching and rubbing over your clit, or when your fingers curled against you g-spot.

𝙃𝙞𝙨 name was the one you quietly called out for when your orgasms would wash over you. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 face came to mind as you chased your pleasure. Only 𝙝𝙞𝙢, was who you gave yourself too.

“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗖𝘂𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹.” He said. His tone was so seductive and dark it made you want to scream to the heavens. You tried to respond, or at least acknowledge his remark, but the only thing you were able to do was blather out incoherent noises.

“𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹. 𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲.”

And with his reassuring words, you let yourself go. Relishing in the intense orgasm that ripped itself from you. A plethora of screams escaped your lips as Severus continued to push you back and forth, letting your ride it out. Jerking his thigh into you at the same time as pushing you down. His breathe more ragged and fast than it was before. He watched as tears spilled from your eyes, and your face now bright red from this state of euphoria. He continued to stare as your chest rose up and down as you panted. Severus released your neck, as well as your hips and gently guided you down towards his chest. He knew you were far too weak to hold yourself up.

Your body went limp against his, and your hands lessened their grip on his cloak, but not entirely letting him go either. With you against him like this, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hand over your back and intertwining his fingers with your hair. He rumbled out sweet nothings and praises for being so good to him, and so good for him. After having you, the way he dreamed of, he felt much better. All that tension he carried before getting enough guts to do this, he was able to relax.

He smiled at the thought of having you like this again.

And he knew, you’d want the same.

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K O M P A is not my name.

Yours Truly COMPAS DIRECT, also known as Konpa Dirèk 🇭🇹 🎶.

By the way, there are many genres of Haitian Music, including Compas music. The COMPAS DIRECT of the 1950s by Nemours Jean-Baptiste does not sound the same as some of the compas throughout the decades because music evolves and changes with time.

What's your favorite era of Compas music? What's your favorite kind of Haitian Music?

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#Haitilegends

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the heir & the emissary

Eris Vanserra x OC (estranged Archeron sister)

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Feyre sat bolt upright in a high back chair situated at one end of a long, ornate table. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her hands folded upon the tabletop. She was the picture of calm, easy, elegance. To her left sat Rhys, covered head to toe in exquisite black garments as he reclined in his seat, occasionally picking at his cuticles as though he couldn’t be any more bored if he tried. And located just behind them, in her peripheral vision was the remainder of her family. She could see two large sets of wings and two pairs of elegantly long legs sitting stock still. She allowed herself to glance around the table, taking in those in attendance.

At the opposite end of the long table sat Kallias and Viviane acting as the hosts of this meeting. They were the sparkling embodiment of icy indifference; their hands clasped together on the table in a show of unity. To their right sat Tarquin and to his right sat Thesan. To their left sat Eris and to his left sat Helion. She allowed her gaze to swivel around the table and it did not escape her notice that still, after all this time, the table was effectively separated between seasonal and solar courts. 

“I know we have been here for rather longer than I had originally hoped today so I’d like to start wrapping this meeting up soon but before we can do so, there is one more issue we need to discuss,” Kallias spoke, his gaze falling upon Eris. “As you can all see we seem to be missing two high lords and we received, frankly, suspicious letters from both of them regarding this meeting.” Kallias passed the letters along the table. 

“My father has been increasingly paranoid lately and more secretive than usual. That alone is not cause for concern, given my fathers temperament but I’ve also noticed a large number of warriors being reallocated to projects I am not privy to.” Eris stated. 

The letters made their way around the table and finally Feyre was able to pick one up. She read them over quickly before passing them to Rhys. 

“These are nearly identical notes,” Feyre gasped. Her eyes pulled up to look across the table to Kallias and Viviane. 

“Yes. It is worrisome. We can reasonably assume that they are meeting with each other but for what reason we can only guess at this time.” Viviane nodded slightly.

“I can send my Spymaster to Spring to take a look around. Maybe we can see if anything strange is going on over there. Well, beyond the obvious,” Rhys said, smirking. “Think you can get any more information from Beron?” He added, addressing Eris directly for the first time.

“I can try, though he is particularly distrustful of me lately. I’ll see what I can do.” Eris responded.

“We also have someone currently looking into the situation in Spring. She’s there as we speak so we should hopefully have some new intel soon.” Viviane spoke softly. Eris’ head snapped in her direction, flames alight in his eyes.

“You sent her to Spring?” He hissed, hackles rising in agitation. Feyre’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline as she fought to keep the surprise off her face. Rhys tilted his head slightly to the right, the only outward display that Eris’ behavior had also caught his attention. In all the years they had been dealing with Eris at this point neither had ever seen such genuine emotion out of him.

“We asked her to go and she agreed.” Viviane replied, keeping her face neutral. 

He shot up out of his seat, palms flat against the table and glaring down his nose at her. “You know how she feels about that place after all she has been through. How could you ask her to go there?” Kallias was immediately out of his seat.

“Sit down Eris. You’re one step away from being out of line.” Kallias growled out. The two males stared each other down for a few more seconds before Eris brushed his hands over his chest and sat back down. Kallias was soon to follow. 

What was that? Feyre reached out to the minds of her companions.

I have never, in all my years of knowing him, seen him react that way to anything. Rhys responded. 

“She should be back shortly,” Kallias resumed speaking, glancing over to Eris again, “perfectly unharmed.” He then allowed his attention to fall back to the room as a whole, “I have asked a close friend and advisor of mine to take a peak around and just see what she could find. I will get what information I can from her as soon as she returns.”

Eris let out a little laugh under his breath, “advisor huh? Did she get a promotion?”

Viviane let out a small, breathy, laugh as well, “you know as well as I do that while her official title is ‘emissary’ she does much, much more than that for us.” Eris nodded, a small smile upon his lips. Feyre blinked. She could barely comprehend what she was witnessing. A genuine smile? At the thought of another? She looked back at him but found his face to be as blank as could be. Had she imagined it?

The meeting continued for a short while longer and the sun was beginning to go down in the sky by the time they had called it quits. 

“Unfortunately, you cannot winnow from within the palace walls. We will need to exit to the main courtyard out front before you can pass the wards and leave. Let us walk you.” Kallias advised, standing from his seat. He took Viviane’s hand, pulling her to stand and placing a kiss upon her knuckles. They nodded to the guard stationed beside the large cedar doors and they were promptly hoisted open. The High Lord and Lady of Winter proceeded through the open doors and down the long corridor which would take them and their guests beyond the palace walls.

Behind them strode Helion, Thesan and Tarquin deep in conversation. Their heads were bent together, large grins on their faces. It was likely that they were spreading some gossip or another, as they were wont to do. Eris followed closely behind them, his hands were stuck into his pockets and his head held high. Despite his posture displaying the usual arrogant demeanor, the furrowing of his brows and downturn of his lips gave away his internal struggle. 

Pulling up the rear of the group were the High Lord and High Lady of Night and their Inner Circle. None of them spoke a word but shared looks amongst themselves that screamed ‘we have so much to discuss when we get home’. Cassian had Nesta tucked into his side, one wing being used to huddle her in closer. Rhys and Feyre had their hands clasped between them, walking with Azriel and Mor hovering on either side of them. 

Up ahead Feyre saw Kallias and Viviane come to a stop in the entrance to the courtyard. Though she was much too far behind to hear words she could see that they were speaking to someone. Kallias’ body blocked them from her view but she could see Viviane reach out a hand to lightly brush their arm in a motion of comfort. 

The group continued to get closer as they moved down the corridor. She heard Kallias let out a small chuckle and saw him nod his head in a clear act of dismissal. Everything beyond this point happened so fast, that to this day she remains unsure if this was all a fever dream. 

Eris came to a halt in front of them at the opening of the courtyard, just beyond the wards, removing his hands from his pockets, causing them to come to an abrupt stop as well so as not to crash into him. The body of a small woman stepped around Kallias and came flying at full speed through the courtyard in a sprint. Rhys stuck his arm out in front of Feyre and two sets of wings flared out around her in a protective manner, covering all three females present. 

The woman approached Eris and flung herself into the air. He caught her easily around the waist, spinning in an attempt to keep them both upright. A loud squealing noise filled the air which was immediately followed by a bellowing laugh. Her arms were thrown round his neck and her face was buried in the crook of his neck as well. His eyes were closed and the brightest smile Feyre had ever seen adorned his face.

One arm remained around her waist as he lowered her feet to the floor, his other hand moving up her spine and burying itself into her pale blonde hair. She pulled her head back to look at his face, wearing an equally bright smile. 

“Eris,” she breathed, “you’re here.” Feyre could see her profile and was able to catch the small tears beading in her blue-gray eyes. Eyes that were so familiar. Eyes that she saw every time she looked at her sister; every time she looked into the mirror. 

“Tegan,” he looked upon her face as if attempting to memorize every inch of her. He looked up briefly, catching Kallias’ gaze. Kallias gave him a brief nod which he returned before he was swallowed up by magic and disappeared before their eyes.

[o-link]

Le compas est un instrument de navigation qui donne une référence de direction (le nord) sur le plan horizontal et permet ainsi la mesure d'angles horizontaux par rapport à cette direction. Le compas est gradué de 0° (nord) à 359° dans le sens des aiguilles d'une montre (sens rétrograde).

Les boussoles utilisées par les armées utilisent aussi d'autres systèmes de graduation (voir grade, appelé aussi gon, millième). La différence entre une boussole et un compas réside dans le fait que dans une boussole, l'aiguille aimantée se déplace devant un cercle gradué, tandis que dans un compas, un cadran est solidaire de l'aiguille aimantée et se déplace devant un repère.

[avampyone]

Prompt #28: Rendezvous

Characters: Gabriel Devrau, Arazul De'fleur, members of the Drama club.

Synopsis: Returning to the Studium late one evening, Gabriel gets an unexpected eyeful.

Setting: Sharlayan, Drama club room.

Warning - NSFW, some BDSM elements, sexual situations, solo.

It had been a mistake. One big fucking mistake.  Blindly, Gabriel sprinted down the darkened hallway that he knew like the back of his hand towards the direction of the men’s locker room. It was the late evening at the Studium – he shouldn’t have even been there, but he had forgotten his note bag when he’d been by earlier to help the Drama club with their light fixtures for an upcoming show.

No one should have been there this time in the evening, so it was with some surprise to him that after within a short walking distance that he heard muffled sounds coming from behind the closed door. Quiet footfalls brought the dark-haired Wildwood closer, ears perking up to hear the sounds from beyond..They almost sounded like soft moans of pleasure? Or was it only his imagination?

The Studium had many rumors of being haunted over the years of different sounds that could be heard, not to mention, the building itself was a relic of time’s past. Concluding he must be hearing things; Gabriel flung open the door – it took him a few good moments to register what exactly he was seeing here. He immediately stopped in his tracks as if paralyzed to the spot to the sight that unveiled before his pale eyes, jaw slack in a dumbfounded expression.

“…So disobedient. And look how you already quiver for *more*. I wonder what your punishment should be, hm? Imagine if we left you here..Would you beg for release?”

Arazul’s deep tone purred in a sinister yet playful undertone, one thin finger hooked underneath the thick black leather collar buckled around the bound one’s neck to keep their head tilted up. Their mouth lie gagged with a thick crimson cloth they bit down into, wearing a blindfold to disclose their sight. Their cheeks deeply flushed in obvious enjoyment in this play, and they were settled on their knees on a raised dais in the middle of the room that may normally be used for a soliloquy.

Intricate red ropes tied all along their nude form in a complicated pattern of shapes that one could deem as ‘artistic.’ These thin ropes bound their arms to flex back straight behind them down to their wrists, leaving them vulnerable to the doctor and his companion in this. Said companion was a brunette haired elezen equally as nude as their captive, his hand reaching to comb back through their short silky hair like a favored pet.

Arazul himself looked to be working to get to this point – shirtless and his trousers barely held up on his taut hips with his long blonde golden locks down for once falling past the middle of his back. His free arm curled about the tapered waist of the other elezen standing close alongside him, turning to one another with a steely half-lidded gaze – like trying to determine who should strike first.

The doctor’s long nails bit down onto the unmarred flesh of his companion’s hip, full lips parting tenderly with a slide of his tongue along his lower lip to moisten and lean to slant over one another’s for a deep kiss. Arazul’s thin fingers trailed slowly upwards in a soft caress along his lower back with their pliant mouths meeting in a through heated demand – Lips firmly pressing to let their tongues entwine with sensuous slowness along one another yet wrestling for dominance.

The good doctor had made friends with a few of the members of the Drama club – very close friends. Yet, Gabriel could barely register who they were in the barely lit room when a delectable rush of heat crawled along with his senses and slammed into him with such ferocity to leave him breathless.

With an excited rush of breathe leaving him, Arazul broke away from the kiss – only noticing the figure at the door now from their shared intimacy. His nails still traced playfully along his companion’s lower back, the end of his lips curling slowly to see who it was that stumbled upon him, “Speaking of disobedient, perhaps you would care to join us, Gabriel..? If you think you can last...” A slender brow rose when his gaze lowered with meaning.

The sights had worked on him to a deleterious effect. Gabriel didn’t have to look down to know the front of his trousers were straining painfully from his own obvious excitement. His mouth parted as if to speak – for once, nothing came out of him before he opted to fling the door back closed to run off.

He hadn’t stopped until he was safely behind the closed door of the men’s locker room to lock with panted breathes escaping him. The brisk run had done nothing to dampen the desire that throbbed like nothing he’d ever felt in the deep core of himself.

There was no way he could go home like this..Heading to one side of the locker room, the Wildwood lifted the bottom of his buttoned up shirt to come to grip between his teeth to show off the well defined abdomen he’d put a lot of work into developing with his daily work outs.

Like hell if he would ever let him hear though Gabriel could not at all deny how he felt. With a careful push down of his trousers, the throb along his long length felt to pulsate in time with his heart only increasing in wanton demand, his rough hand coming to close around his tip already beading with thick wetness. His eyes rolled back from the quick intensity with ever deepening groans muffled into shirt.

All that while, Gabriel cursed himself up and down in his thoughts for his body’s feverish reaction to the scene. Yet, the worst betrayal of all? He nearly said ‘Yes.’

[tiktaaliker]

went to the ren faire for the first time ever this weekend so OBVIOUSLY i bought a ton of shit i dont need.

pictuted are a wooden whistle carved to look like a dodo; an ocarina; a spider made from wires, beads, and a stone marble; a pen made with ratsnake vertebre; four dice- two wooden d6, one carved to look like a dragon and one with skulls carved into each face, one d6 with movement directions on each face, and a d8 with compas directions on each face; a handmade dice bag; and the hugelarge wizard staff i previously mentioned

[p-redux]

Purv, did you see where Sam and Alex registered a new company in Edinburgh called Lathe Ur? Type: Distillery

Hi Anon, thanks for letting me know. I hadn't gotten a chance to look into it more. I think you sent this to me yesterday or the day before but I didn't answer it. And earlier today, I got a DM on Twitter also alerting me to this info and to a Tumblr account that posted the info in detail. 👇

So, I clicked on the Tumblr account I was directed to, and here's all the info in detail about Sam and Alex N's new distillery company. Exciting news that Sam keeps growing and expanding his businesses. Good for him! Read all about it on this Tumblr account. I dont agree with some of the things she says about Sam, but the info is very detailed, and frankly, I'm not going to take the time to look into it as deeply as she did. Love the info, the Sam bashing not so much. 🤷‍♀️ Nevertheless, here it is for those interested. 👇

[haitianculture509]

EXPLICIT KONPA - BALE WOUZE! (Compas Direct)