#Damnit Liam

[funnelcakesandinfinitesuffering]

Things Tessa would have loved doing if Cyn hadn’t freaking killed her:

Uzi in general.

Finding out that N and Uzi are dating.

Telling embarrassing stories about N in front of Uzi.

Stealing clothes and hair from all the skeletons on Copper 9 to play dress up with the drones.

N being tall enough to carry her on her shoulders.

Riding V’s pet sentinel. (She’d definitely call it a dingo)

Telling everyone V used to wear glasses and embarrassing her.

Watching horror movies with N, V, Uzi, and J.

Forcing J to be friends with the others against her will.

Being Uzi’s “I’ll help you bury a body and not ask questions” friend.

Going to drone prom and tearing up the dance floor.

Just… just finally being able to be her weird self without fear of judgement and having friends as creepy and strange as she was and… THIS GIRL DESERVED TO LIVE, DAMNIT!

[gyorklady]

I've been thinking about it, and there's only one thing I want to see on Critical Role the week after next (since we're getting the live show next Thursday).

I want to see Sam coming up to the table, props for the next ad read ready to go...only for Marisha to already be there, with her own props and whoever else from the cast that she's asked to help, maybe wearing the hot dog costume, all ready to do the ad read herself. And they stare at each other for a long moment, eyes narrowing as neither one of them is going to back down or give in.

Long story short, I want an ad read custody battle, Sam vs. Marisha.

[finn95o]

Boys have the zoomies

[ryuusea]

my contribution to yuumori society after the ani acct dropped new merch???

notes:

- comic 1 conclusion: either louis wins bc he has the bigger wallet (and a knife prob), or, they’re so busy fighting that they don’t notice helena coming in and buying the last one

- tiny dino sherly pls help him he still failed the test 😭

[ravendruid]

I can hear this image.

[alexreadssomeshit]

May I present Liam at the start being (and my therapy)

[czarzarr]

Someone mentioned Roundabout by Yes when I showed this to them so here's another version of my little idiot.

"So you're probably wondering how I got into this mess....."

Damnit, Liam.

[bunny-jpeg]

eros ➵ a valentine's day collection

welcome, welcome! to celebrate the romantic season, i have compiled a bunch of request from my lovely readers using this prompt list! valentine's day is my favourite holiday and i have to spread the love!

some requests have multiple prompts while others have one! tags for the fics are on the posts itself and all fics are 18+!

i'm still accepting requests to fill it up on the lead up to valentine's day! so just give me a number (or a few) and a driver and i'll try to get it out by valentine's day! the requests close february 12th to give me enough time to get them all finished!

happy valentine's day everyone <3

carlos sainz jr + no. 52 “you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” carlos sainz jr + no. 63 “wow, i didn’t realize you were that...flexible.” toto wolff + no. 37 “could he make you feel as good as i do?” fernando alonso + no. 71 “she may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.” fernando alonso + no. 108 “god damnit, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.” lando norris + no. 43 “just let me finish this/this level and i swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.” lewis hamilton + no. 107 “your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.” + no. 7 “you want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.” max verstappen + no. 43 “just let me finish this/this level and i swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.” nico rosberg + no. 11 “i didn’t know you were so sensitive.” + no. 72 “ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.” + no. 83 “how quickly can you cum?” daniel ricciardo + no. 2 “i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” + no. 10 “we’re in public, you know.” lando norris + no. 106 “did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘cause if you did we’re having sex. right now.” lewis hamilton + no. 5 “you’re more than just a one night stand.” + no. 6 “would you just shut up and kiss me already?” daniel ricciardo + no. 18 “you’re in trouble now.” + no. 35 “bite me.” yuki tsunoda + no. 29 “if you cant sleep...then how about we have sex?” liam lawson + no. 37 “could he make you feel as good as i do?” + no. 40 “you taste like fucking candy.” zhou guanyu + no. 99 “i know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.” jenson button + no. 42 “you make a sound and its game over.” fernando alonso + no. 105 “saddle up doll.” + more to be added

please do not steal my fan fics! if you're inspired in anyway, feel free to borrow the inspiration! just don't lift my stories word for word!

[canadiankazz]

Much kudos to those who role play a scene with themselves, swapping between characters. Looking at you, Sam and Liam.

(Liam knows someone needs to talk to Orym, so damnit, he's going to have Caleb do it himself!!!)

[hockeyspiral23]

In the character waiting room …

“Bodhi! Envelope for you!”

“Damnit Garrick! I wanted a day off today!”

“It’s fandom, Bodhi. None of us ever get a day off. It’s worse for me and Violet and you know it. We can’t all be lucky like Sawyer or Nyra, who only get called in on occasion or for a couple of lines only.”

“Yeah, Bodhi. Just deal with your popularity.”

“Fine, but know that I hate you all. Give it here. What is it today? Another FMC? Am I gender-swapped? Do I get Liam? Ridoc? Both? Please gods tell me I get a day off from Mint and that fucking fever …”

“Don’t even get me started with the whump, cousin. You know I love Mint but for Dunne’s sake, how much do we have to drag out the effects of one little burnout episode? Violence has never had it this bad.”

“That’s because everyone loves to see the big bad shadow daddy in pain.”

“Oh, fuck you, Tavis.”

“Can you two shove it and just give me the fucking envelope?”

“Sorry, Bodhi. Garrick, hand it over.”

“Sorry Bodhi. Here you go. What’s the assignment?”

“…”

“Bodhi?”

“This is the type of assignment I want every day. Simple, cute, sweet. Just one simple message to deliver. @siobhanbooks, leader of my fan club, I wish you the happiest of birthdays.”

****

Teeny tiny microfiction just for you. ❤️ Idea borrowed from things I’ve seen/read in other fandoms.

[icebrooding]

A non-comprehensive first word-vomit of my thoughts abt Janthir wilds in non-chronological order:

Poky is my son and if anything happens to him I will commit Crimes of a very bad nature. I also called he and Braham would be great friends even before it got mentioned as a possibility right at the end.

I really like what they've done with the Warclaw; not only is the new skin extremely cute but I've been having so much fun w/ it's skills. Boing boing boing.

This soundtrack fucks REALLY hard??? Like holy shit??

Isgarren soft boy story reveal (but I already knew he was soft from SotO anyway but this is probably the most explicit we've had about just how soft--)

Greer is gonna have a lot of people horny for him, I can just kinda feel it? If people want to fuck the bog queen, I can imagine people also want to fuck the sexy-voiced Titan.

The 'boss segments' sure felt like boss segments, holy shit. I had no real issues on the first Greer and Decima fights but the one at the end actually caused me a lot of issues. Not sure how, but it did.

I really love the first half of the expac being this kind of 'low stakes' feeling adventure (and really FEELING like a good adventure, the way the maps are designed and their scale making exploring them SO good ouegh), and then the latter half is this slowly ramping 'oh fuck, Titans', culminating in 'oh fuck. /another/ titan.'

I somehow REALLY really appreciate the 'we cannot do this we need to retreat' stuff. I really liked the one at the end, the Commander's hesitance before calling off the pursuit. Feels like they've really learned over the years that rushing in isn't in their (or anyone's) best interest.

I genuinely always thought Sorrow was gonna be a polar bear. Did not expect a grizzly, but appreciate the subversion of my expectations. Even after her reveal I'd expected the lowland appearance to be an illusion of some kind, but nah. Girl straight up grizzly. Gotta respect.

On that note, I did have a joke going on for a few months of 'we walk into the lowland kodan lands and just find her sitting amongst them like 'oh shit'' so this was pleasant for me lmao.

Sincerely curious on how things will go between her and Isgarren after that little catfight. I don't wanna see Dagda crushed by losing her again :sadcat: She's like the kid caught between a really bad divorce--

Can Lyhr finally meet Rand again--

Can Stoic Alder be my new dad? And can he please not die I cannot bear (HAH) if anything happens to him either ; _ ;

where is zojja

Mildly upset that we're shown not to really remember Dagonet. I REMEMBER YOU, BIG BRO :crycat:

on that note did his voice get deeper

I feel like the horror of the White Mantle came across really strongly, as someone who (still, damnit) hasn't gone far in GW1, reading the notes around Syntri really painted a really gruesome and horrific image of the sentiments at the time... it was upsetting, to say the least.

Fuck? Ether towers and Jade Constructs though--

I would have appreciated any warning from my friend abt how going into the water of Syntri was like reliving my least favourite parts of Subnautica all over again.

I'm just gonna pretend we didn't talk to Anise at the end of the story LMFAO. I did not like that, honestly.

I KNOW HE WAS MENTIONED AGES BEFORE BUT ISN'T IT FUNNY HAHA IN SOME WAY THAT MABON, VOICED BY LIAM O'BRIEN, HAS AN ALIAS FUCKIN' NAMED "OBRYN"

spear aesthetic fucks even if i suck at it

Caithe getting to sit on the fireplace is iconic. queen behaviour

look, if we're (MAYBE) going to the domain of anguish (maybe isgarren can scream enough to open a portal again for us) then can we finally just bring legavo there and go ham? i'm sure it'll be fine.

more thoughts at another point when i can formulate sentences

[finn95o]

Anyone also have the urge to bite some biceps??

[rusty-gloinks]

MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode

Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it. CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3

(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)

None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :’)

FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.

She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!

not to be fruity .but. yea

SHE. also Isn’t that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.

OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MAN😭

BLEEEEEH (I’m going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)

World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES 😭😭😭😭)

Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real 💔

i lov e you🥺EEEK /p. Shes melting

MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor

J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information

PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODE…babys

Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)

anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto th— *gets killed /j*

GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)

Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3

YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!

LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j

Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cute…

subtle hints of favoritism..👀(she obvs likes J more I think,)

I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated

Cute detail in Uzi’s room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J

Blushys:)!

For those wondering what this is it’s basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom 😭😭. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT

This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM

I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.

STP FIGHTING D:

BOTH VRY SCARY :(

Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. 👍

Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uzi’s sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I don’t know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).

Sigh., N was that you.

Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? I’m assuming it’s VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!

Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea 💀

Alright I’ve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe

[retrokid616]

OH YEAH liam and robbie got matching x-mas swetters cool and ugly shirt time for ashley as well (yeah i don't track these bits that much) damnit sam

[megamijadeheart]

OC Kiss week: Desperate

OC Kiss week, 2025: Desperate. 

Feat. Liam, Henri and Law

(Cw: magical manipulation, dubcon)

Context: Liam, a 39 year old father of two, has been isekaied into the body of Chlorisa, the 23 year old female lead of a Romance novel. He's not the only one put into this story though.

The pretty prince followed me out to the kitchen gardens like a ghost memory of Prince Zanderin, where I picked up the baskets I had dropped in my hurry to help Aune. The birds that lived on the grounds were squabbling and fighting, agitated that I was late to what would become a bug buffet for them.

“If you all are that impatient, you could save me the work and just pick the bugs off yourselves,” I replied to a chastising caw. “Just don’t fuck up my plants.”

“You can understand them?” Astriel inquired politely.

“As much as anyone understands birds,” I laughed. “They certainly seem to understand me.” I set to work, explaining, “They like eating the insects that get turned up when I pull weeds and check the plants for health. And they like when I sing.”

His smile grew. “I should think everyone appreciates good music, skillfully delivered.” He crouched beside me, watching the side of my face while I focused on the plants under my hands. “There is something about your eyes,” he said then, a low murmur that barely reached my ears. “I can almost see the sea in them.”

He reached out toward my face and I leaned away. “You should ask before trying to touch people.”

“My apologies,” he smiled, as though he had still gotten something he wanted. Then, changing the topic back, he asked, “Would you be willing to sing for me?”

I felt my cheeks color. “I don’t usually sing for other people.”

“Just the birds and the flowers?”

I nodded.

“Well, I’m a sea dweller. Up here, I hardly count as people do I?” he tried, cheerfully wheedling at me.

“Tch. Sea dwellers are just as much people as anyone else,” I muttered bitterly, stabbing a little harder at the soil in my frustration.

He was still smiling at me, like he liked what he saw.

“Sing for me anyway? A song about healing?”

I blinked over at him, brow furrowing. “Only sea dweller’s magic works like that.”

“I know,” he murmured back, leaning closer. “Do you think I would tell on you? I know how hard it is to deny the call. How naturally the music of the sea flows in our blood.”

“Pretty sure I don’t have the sea in my blood,” I muttered. The books hadn’t really specified where Chlorisa got her magic, save that her mother had been killed as an illegal mage.

“Then it would just be a song,” he purred. “And I will get to enjoy your beautiful voice, in this beautiful garden. And it would soothe a soul that has been sorely put upon these past months, trapped in a lovely prison, but a prison all the same.”

“And if it’s not just a song,” I realized, sitting back on my heels and looking over at him, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my arm. “It could heal you.”

He just grinned. A deliberately cute affectation, I felt. But damnit, it worked. He reminded me of my kids trying to get me to tell them stories while they helped me with the sheep.

I glanced around us, but we were, as was typical, quite alone in the gardens. The only people who were likely to be around anyway were ones well used to hearing Chlorisa sing, so… “Well, why not,” I huffed. “I suppose it would be good to learn if I can affect more than plants.”

Songs about healing, huh? Well, I did know one. It was long, but I had a lot of work to do, so it would fill the time nicely. It sounded strange to hear a song I had sung back home coming out in her clear perfect voice, and not my rough gravel pit. The story of a wounded knight following the guidance of the birds and beasts of nature to find a witch and master her trials, so that she would heal his slowly fatal wound. By having sex with him. But that was sort of the way those kinds of songs went.

At first, it was just music. Just singing. Astriel watched me like a tournament judge, all the intensity of a man waiting to see what exactly I could do. The feeling that I was being tested sat strangely, but this was actually something I needed to learn how to control better. So I tried to remember what had felt different when I was singing for the plants. It hadn’t just been trying to remember one of Chlorisa’s songs. There had been, yes, that element of intention. There was a… nuance… to the vocal tone. Something that vibrated just so and filled not just the air but the entire body.

Astriel smiled.

I could feel my headache from the night before easing. And the aching of my legs fading to a dull buzz.

Holy fuck.

I could heal.

When I finished the song, a soft clapping drew my attention to the end of the row I was working, and I smiled to see Henri standing there, even as the memory of the morning’s gossip made me blush.

“I can see my wish for quiet yesterday was a mistake,” he remarked in his blandly sardonic way. “That was lovely.”

“Hah, thanks,” I dismissed, rising to my feet and wishing I could, just for a moment, please stop blushing like a teenager. “I, uh, wasn’t expecting to see you around. Was there… something you needed? Your Grace?”

“Ah, yes,” Henri admitted, clearing his throat with an awkward cough. “It seems I left my cape in the greenhouse yesterday. The young lady working in there said I would find you out here?”

My flush deepened as I realized I had forgotten the entire mess of broken glass in the greenhouse. Aerlin must have found it (my coat and Argentael’s cape laying in a tangle of broken glass and spilled wine) this morning and had to clean it up while I was helping Aune. Goddess’s Light, I owed her an apology for that. At least an apology. But if she had his cape, why had she sent him to me?

“I-” my words were cut off by motion behind me.

Astriel rose from his crouch and stepped in against my back, placing a hand on my hip. I shivered involuntarily at the contact, glancing up at him to challenge the intimacy of that touch, and saw the grin he wore, his eyes fixed on Henri. Kord’s Sword, was the story trying to give me a different prince as well, since I was avoiding Zanderin?

Henri frowned sharply, though whether it was at the possessive posturing or my own reaction to it I could only guess.

“A pleasure to meet a friend of Liam’s. I am Astriel vas Tremen, Prince of the Sea.” The prince’s grin dared Henri to make a fuss about his familiarity, and I could just about feel the animosity curdling in the air between their eyes.

“I told you once already about not touching without permission,” I reminded the prince with a fixed grin, removing his hand from me and stepping forward out of his looming physicality to pick up my basket.

Astriel chuckled like he found the chastisement cute, raising both his hands in pacification. “So you did! My apologies, I suppose I can be a little selfish when I meet someone I like.”

I couldn’t help but frown, feeling like the words were still barbed and aimed at Henri rather than truly being an apology meant for me.

“But it is an honor to meet the famed Duke Argentael Fawkes,” the prince continued. “Veteran of so many battlefields. I imagine it’s difficult to keep track of all of them, after so many decades of service. I dare say the most recent war took some adjusting to the tactics of.”

Oh shit. Because Argentael was one of the ‘heroes’ of the war against the sea dwellers, along with Kadrien. It hadn’t been Henri, obviously, but had Argentael been responsible for Astriel’s capture and imprisonment? Well, no, probably not. The prince had said ‘meet’ but not ‘again’. But still, with the history of blood laying between them, was it any wonder Astriel would be antagonistic toward the duke?

I could wish he hadn’t chosen to use expressing an interest in me to give teeth to that animosity. A petty little barb, befriending the friend of a rival. But the book had been full of tiny little actions like that, hadn’t it? Political and romantic maneuvering to deliver slights and heartbreak, like flooding an engagement ball or spilling tea on someone’s dress (though scalding water really could do serious damage.)

I huffed my own frustration, opening my mouth to point out how little I appreciated that petty bullshit, but the Prince seemed to read moods as quickly and expertly as Chlorisa could read the health of a plant. And he was just as quick to interrupt.

He smiled. “Since you have been so kind as to sing for me, please allow me to return the favor and entertain you. You did say you still have a lot of work to do. And if you have nothing more pressing, Your Grace, you would of course be welcome.”

Yeah, this was politics. The prince was making it clear that he intended to stay here, with me (the prize, I reflected bitterly) held captive by the very real job I had to do, and was daring Henri to either surrender me into his company or stay and ‘protect’ me while admitting he had nothing pressing to do. Which was a ballsy thing to imply of a duke, who governed an entire territory. He was basically inviting Henri to leave, wasn’t he?

I caught Henri’s glance, trying to figure out how to convey that I didn’t actually need him there to do anything so pithy as protect me from a handsy prince, (obviously I could protect myself if Astriel tried to get more insistent about touching me) without making it sound like I didn’t want Henri’s company. Especially since I rather preferred it.

“I’m sure I can spare a moment to enjoy a recital,” Henri smirked. “It must be a delight to be able to spend your days in such pastoral idleness.”

I nearly laughed. That same wit that Henri had used to tempt me into punching him was kind of delightful to see focused on someone else.

Prince Astriel’s smile widened, and he gave a little bow. “It will be my pleasure.”

The prince stepped past me and Henri to stand in the walkway between rows, where there was slightly more room. Once there, he began to sing, and he began to dance. Beautiful in both voice and form.

Henri stepped closer to me, voice low and intimate between us. “Are you alright?” There was confusion in his eyes even as he asked. He knew well enough that I would move to defend myself, both of us if needed. But he still felt the need to make sure. Which was… sweet of him.

I snorted, rolling my eyes. “I’m fine. I think he’s just bored from being cooped up in a room for months. Say, there’s an ambassador of the sea dwellers here now, isn’t there? I bet you could ask to meet her and let her know he’s… free? I guess? At least forgotten in the chaos of Princess Saurila getting arrested.”

“Yeah, that was… sobering,” Henri admitted.

“And I didn’t know and went asking you right after, didn’t I?” I realized. “I’m sorry. That can’t have felt… particularly safe.”

“Mmh,” he acknowledged.

The silence between us was filled by Astriel’s voice. A song about a young man who had missed out on the love of his life by failing to tell her how much she meant to him, and spent all the years after lamenting over what might have been.

“But, it didn’t feel… wrong, unsafe, to talk to you.” Henri added. “Honestly a bit of a relief, to know that at least someone here knows who I really am.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, feeling myself flush. Kord’s sword, it felt stupid, how happy that made me. To know that in spite of everything– arrests and arguments, ghosts and getting too drunk– he had still enjoyed talking last night. As much as I had.

It felt hot, standing there in the sun, surrounded by crops and music. As warm as the greenhouse had been, only bright instead of dark. The scent of flowers carried on the breeze that danced past us, instead of hanging oppressively around us in a haze.

“I- uh.” I glanced and gestured in the vague direction of the greenhouse in order to have anything to look at that wasn’t staring up into his eyes. “Your cape should have still been in the greenhouse. I don’t… know why Aerlin sent you out here to me-” Only I did know, didn’t I? She had heard the same rumors over breakfast that I had, and assumed I would want to see him again.

I wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that she was right.

“I can guess,” he admitted, a bit of a smirk pulling the corner of his lips back. Just enough to make that dimple. The hint of a smile that made my heart thunder in my chest.

I blushed harder, an awkward chuckle escaping my lips. “Uh, yeah. I guess… someone saw us last night and– came to their own conclusions? Not that I wouldn’t– I mean. It’s kind of selfish of me, right? That I kinda wish I could give you something to be happy about? Even just for a little bit?”

Henri laughed. “Terribly selfish, to want someone else to be happy,” he teased.

Was I just imagining it, or was he leaning closer? I could practically taste his breath on the air between us. The temptation to lean in, myself. The desire to feel the touch of his skin against mine, suddenly so much more than just a want but a desperate burning need. How easy it would be to just tilt my head back and rise up on my toes and- 

Fuck. “Can I-?”

“Would you-?”

Before either of us could finish the question, our lips met in the middle of asking. My arms around his neck as he bent to meet me, his around my back as I balanced up on my toes. (A different splint on his injured wrist, a hard sheath encasing his hand and arm, made out of that plaster gauze he had mentioned needing to order.) And my own voice hummed a delighted affirmation as I pressed myself against him, parting my lips to his tongue and wrapping a leg around his. Leaning back as he kissed my face, my jaw, my neck. My fingers fumbling at the buttons of his tunic and his pulling my collar open with laughable ease.

I did laugh, fingers in his hair as he ravished my throat. Everything about this felt so perfectly easy and right. Why had this felt like such a hard thing to do the other night? My own arousal was more subtle than his, in this body but-

In this-

But-

Gods, it was hard to wrestle two coherent thoughts together, when all I wanted to do was pin Henri down under me and leave him with no doubt that he meant something to me. But there was something about this, a texture in the air. Something felt off. Wrong. (Right. Right in every possible way as I disentangled my arms from around him just enough for him to slip the bracers off of my shoulders, before I pulled him back to me to continue this frantic dialogue of touch.)

The birds took up a discordant cry of alarm, and that was the only warning I got to look away from him before the weight of a body barreled low into his legs and sent both of us toppling to the ground in a decidedly less than sexy collapse. A painful thing of barked knees and elbows before I felt the teeth sink into my hair and one of Arganteal’s dogs dragged me physically off of him. I reached back, grabbing fistfuls of fur to keep the dog from being able to shake me, scrambling with the pull for now and fighting the laughable impulse to cry out for help like some damsel to be rescued.

The amber colored one that Henri had told me was not friendly moved into the space between us, growling at me and barking angrily.

Henri pushed himself sitting and tested his splinted arm. “It wasn’t him.” His voice was bitter, anger overpowering disappointment. “The sea prince cast something.”

The sea-? “Oh, that fucker!” I spat, releasing my hold on the grey dog now that I didn’t have to try to keep it from snapping my neck and rolling to my own knees. “That song about lost love and regret? That was totally meant to be an attack against you, wasn’t it?”

“Either that or he was trying to do us a favor.”

[tree-tpot]

Where the hell are we this time, Liam? Liam? Oh, damnit, where did he go?

..Who are you??