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sobbingscripter · 3 months ago

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Tags: [mlw][mdni][smidge of angst][boss/subordinate][no nudity][public sex][young cecil][standing sex][oral (f! receiving)][fingering][creampie][standing missionary][he's a lil' bit of a piner]

Cecil thumbs over the smooth surface of an aged picture, pulled out of the safe haven of his wallet. He feels the coolness of the image, weathered blue eyes lowering to his beaming face, dimples deep in his cheeks and the youth is so apparent. Beside him, you're wearing one of those childish plastic tiaras with fluff around the edges, arms crossed over your chest and pretty eyes narrowed into a scowl.

And Cecil swallows, a slender fingered hand moving to tug on the tie around his neck, loosening the loop until it hung lazily and his hand wraps around the crystal tumbler. He keeps his gaze on the picture, eyes softened uncharacteristically and heart panging with a sense of longing.

It's been at least 30 years.

30 years without hearing your snide remarks, without being told that he's a walking, talking advertisement for birth control, without being punched in the throat.

Cecil brings the glass to his lips, ice clinking around in the brown liquid, and he inhales sharply. The bittersweet scent clogging his mind for a minute and for once, he's not holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He simply holding your paperwork.

Cecil understood why you were always in such a bad mood. A permanent scowl etched onto your face, the way you'd rub at your temples and bark orders.

Assistant Deputy Director. That was your position.

Forced to do the work of those above you, and receive none of the credit. And Cecil's pure little heart couldn't help but pity you.

"I got that coffee you asked for." Cecil hums softly, setting the paper cup on your dimly lit desk, papers scattered and the sleeves of your shirt rolled up to your elbows, pens tossed haphazardly and you continue working.

"I didn't ask for coffee." You state, gaze remaining glued to the documents in front of you. Documents that were definitely above Cecil's pay grade but you couldn't be bothered to obscure them from his view. Not when he watches you with those pretty blue eyes, silently willing you to meet his gaze. Until you do.

"You didn't have to." He speaks softly and you let out a soft breath, fingers curling around the cup and bringing it towards your lips, palms heating up and you inhale the aroma. Strong and just the way you like it.

And you sigh.

"Oh, Cecilia. Where would I be without you?" You coo sweetly, before taking a sip. The coffee is scorching the inside of your mouth, but your training taught you to never show weakness so instead of 'hashafashasha'-ing your way into cooling the coffee, you simply swallow. Feeling the burn all the way down to your belly before setting the cup down.

"Was it hot?"

"Very."

Idle chatter flows like a river between the two of you, your hands continue to sift through the documents, signing, blacking out what needs to be erased and editting plans for various projects.

And Cecil hums quietly.

"You know, ma'am, I've never seen you do the birthday walk." He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, brilliant blue eyes trained on your features as

"My birthday's on a weekend."

"Which weekend?"

"That's classified." You dismiss him with ease, peeking up at him from beneath your brows and my God, do you wish you didn't.

Pretty blue eyes locked on you like you're the only thing in his world, lips looking so perfectly rosy, and blonde strands fall over his forehead, so messily majestic. And you swallow.

Before begrudgingly admitting the date.

"That's... Today." Blonde brows scrunch into a frown as he straightens up just a bit, his tie hanging limply down the front of where his shirt sits so snugly around his torso, tucked into the front of his pants and sleeves rolled up just enough to expose that classy wristwatch.

Gold. But it was too warm, in your opinion.

"What? No, that's crazy." Your sarcasm is layered on thick enough for him to know you're fucking with him, and if it isn't, the twitch of your lips give you away. And you let out a breath, before glancing at Cecil.

"If you sing, I'm calling you Cecilia for the rest of your life as well as making you clean latrines."

"I'm a high ranking agent."

"And you have arms and a nose. Essential for scrubbing shit stains from porcelain."

And Cecil grimaces. "Why do I need a nose for that?"

"I'd like for you to smell me abusing my power."

God. Cecil wishes he'd sang to you. He imagines the way your lips would've curled into a begrudging smile, the way the corners of your eyes would crinkle and the way your cheeks would flush, becoming heated.

He glances towards the framed picture that he usually keeps tucked in the locked compartment of his desk.

Aged and frayed, folds and disappeared pigment where the picture had been folded up so many times in so many different ways.

Flushed cheeks and hazy eyes stare back at him, kept pretty behind a glossy glass frame. And his fingers absentmindedly twist at the ring on his pinkie.

Your favourite metal, pretty and polished. Not a scuff in sight.

"This is ridiculous."

Carnival lights flicker in the emptiness of the night, the sounds of fun and laughter surrounding the two of you as you continue to walk between the various stands. A plethora of rides, of attractions, of snacks.

"If you can stop your complaining, miss, maybe you'll enjoy it." Cecil grumbles, before he feels the way your hand reaches for his, your pinkie wrapping around his so sweetly. And he glances down towards your interlocked hands.

"You look like the type of guy to get lost." You mumble. "Or touched."

Cecil can taste the cotton candy on his tongue, he can feel the warmth wrapping around his pinkie and he slumps into his seat, staring ahead into the emptiness of his office. He can hear the giggles that would slip past your lips whenever he'd lose at something.

He feets the lush grass beneath his shoes, he feels the cold breeze whipping at the back of his neck. And he swallows, bringing the Scotch back up to his lips, taking a mouthful.

"Win me a teddy bear."

You stare at Cecil with a blank, almost expressionless face. Watching him stare down at you with the sweetest expression and you let out a groan, handing your pretzel before you lick the sugary sweetness from your fingers.

And God, watching you lick your fingers felt like watching sin be born.

Your pink tongue dragging along the pads, lapping and sucking, until you deemed them clean enough and you stepped up.

Readying your eye at the scope, before aiming.

6 faux ducks in a row, and that gave Cecil the pick of the litter. And by natural instinct, he grabs the one that looks the most like you.

A frowning turtle.

"Doesn't it look like you?" Cecil hums, before angling the turtle towards you, allowing you a good look at the shoddy stitching and the mismatched cotton used for the body.

"Why d'you think it does?" You take another bire of your pretzel.

"Because you're turtle-y coming outta your shell."

Cecil smiles at the thought of how you turned to face him. So slowly.

Wind whipping at your hair, tresses framing your face so perfectly that he would've thought he was recalling painting, rather than a person. You were a sight for sore eyes.

The shitty joke had somehow managed to get you to let out a laugh. Melodious, sweet and so, so... Addictive. He'd instantly marked the sound of your laugh as his favourite sound. The cacophony of wheezes and breathless coughs had his heart clutching, even now.

And Cecil takes another swig.

This time, straight from the bottle.

"Shit..." Cecil's voice is breathy, lips pressed against your pulse, one of your thighs hiked around his hips. You remain pushed against the warping mirror, prisms of light dancing over your features and that goofy ass song that plays over the speakers is drowned out by your panted breaths. And he shudders when your manicured fingers sink into the golden strands at the nape of his neck.

His breaths are deep and shaky, hands grasping at your waist and thigh, anything to bring you closer to him.

Fuck, he has your picture tucked into his wallet already. He'd have to be fucking stupid to miss the signs you've been giving him all night.

Calling him 'Cecilia', telling him that he looks like a boyscout with the way his eyes twinkle so prettily at the different attractions. Not to mention the way you fingers slid between his when you pointed out the House of Mirrors.

Cecil's cock strains against the front of his slacks, his hips slotted between your thighs, and he shudders when he feels the way your nails scrape against his scalp. "Well shit..." He breathes out. "I like that..."

Cecil swallows, the back of his neck set aflame wth a deep blush, and he simply inhales through his nose.

And he's surrounded by silence. Delving deeper into memories that threaten to escape him with each visit.

Soon enough, Cecil found himself guiding your thigh to rest on one of his broad shoulders, meaty hands pawing at your thighs, lips pressing haphazard kisses along your hosiery-clad thighs, before he rips a hole into the nylon.

His knees dig into the cool linoleum tiles beneath him, but it does nothing to cool the flame that seems to be scorching just behind his flesh.

Cecil's hands paw at you, fingers tugging your panties to the side and his tongue drags through your sloppy folds, and he just loves the way your belly dips inward at the feel. And he groans. Your hand moves to rest on the crown of his head, nails scraping along his scalp, fingers disappearing between his blonde strands and you sigh.

Your breath stutters, head tipping back against the mirror, your bottom lip wedged between your teeth because sound travels. Especially when it's a high pitched moan because he has those perfect and pouty lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it like it's a fucking treat.

This is definitely against the rules. This could be seen as an abuse of your power, but you can't really find the urge to give a shit. Not right now when his tongue's dipping into your spasming hole and definitely not when his nose is bumping at your clit so teasingly.

"Such a pretty pussy." He croons, diamond eyes glossy and chin coated in a slick sheen, and he slides one of his hands up your thigh, fingers tracing along your slit when his tongue goes back to lapping between your folds.

Your brain turns to a muddy puddle, threatening to leak out your ears when one of his long fingers are buried in you, all the way to the knuckle. And he curls the digit, a calloused fingertip presses against that gooey spot that makes your knees buckle.

"Holy sh-shit..." Your hands are cradling the back of your head, your lashes fluttering and your chest heaving, kiss swollen lips parted to let hot puffs of air escape your lungs And choked up throat.

Fingers fuck into your cunt, dragging against your insides with a skill that makes your toes curl in your heels, and you're so confused as to how you're even able to stand up.

Your body slumped and your breaths weak and whiny, staring down at him from below fluffy lashes.

There's something so earnest about the way he sucks at your cunt, lips finding purchase around your sloppy folds and eyes so glazed over, you're wondering if he's enjoying this more than you are.

His hips buck into nothing when you come. You spasm around his fingers, breathless gasps slipping from you with the ease that water slips through the cracks in stone.

And his free hand palms at his cock through his slacks, brows scrunching into a cute little frown before he pulls back, gossamers of your wetness clinging to his lips.

His eyes lower to where your slick drips down his palm and he licks his palm clean, pink tongue savouring the taste of you and he smears his saliva-coated palm along your cunt.

Before rising to his feet.

His breath stutters in his withered lungs, face burning a bright red at the memory. The dimness of his office is a weak consolidation, slumping back against Italian leather and he glances towards the ceiling.

He remembers the way you sighed when he pushed into you, clingy pussy immediately wrapping around him so snugly and he remembers the way your arms snaked around his neck.

And he takes another swig. The liquor burns on the way down but it does nothing to quell the fiery pit in his belly.

"Shit..." Cecil groans. "Too tight— m'not goin' anywhere, doll." He lets out a breathy laugh when he watches the way you hide your face in the curve of his neck, nails digging into his broad shoulders and you're barely able to stand up.

You're so warm, slick dripping down your thighs and soaking your pantyhose, your panties tugged to the side and your gooey walls fit him so snugly.

The sounds you make when his hips meet yours with each roll is downright nefarious. Breathing sweet sighs and moans into his ear, your nails leaving scratches along the back of his neck and your thigh hooked around him, bringing him closer.

He's not even pulling out properly, you won't let him. The blonde tufts of his happy trail grinds against your clit teasingly, the sensation making your lips part. Spit-slicked and rosy, and he can't not kiss you.

Cecil's lips press against yours with the kind of desperation no subordinate should have. Ever.

Tongue brushing against yours, and he's kissing you like he's trying to remember you forever. To remember the way you feel.

And he sighs into the kiss when you suck on his tongue.

Cecil's not looking down. He can't afford to. He doesn't wanna look at where your pretty cunt's wrapping around him like a fucking leash, where you're creaming around him and Cecil whines.

Panted breaths escape him and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, hands grasping the fat of your ass beneath your skirt, bringing you closer with each desperate fuck into you.

His flushed tip presses slick and messy kisses against your cervix, a perfect curve that hits that spongy spot with each sloppy thrust and he's damn near embarassed that he's rushing towards his orgasm with the speed of a freight train.

And he swallows. Hard.

"I can't pull out." He pants. "I just— I can't, I don't want to. Shit, 's so good..."

And he babbles. He's embarassed. But he's only been fantasizing about fucking you like this for the last 4 years.

Picturing how your tits would press against his chest in missionary, how he'd inhale that sweet perfume up close rather than just the ghost of it when you walk past him.

"Then don't."

Cecil takes a deep breath to clear his mind. He doesn't need to be painting the inside of his slacks with a load that's been aching to be emptied into you.

He glances longingly at the pictures of you. The expression on your face, the matching smiles you wore for the staff photos. And he glances at the ring on his finger, glinting in the light of his desk lamp.

"Keep this. In case I die." You hum softly, sliding one of your many rings onto his hand instead, picking his pinkie as the chosen digit.

You're supposed to go... Negotiate with some firebreather, Director's orders in hopes of assembling a team of heroes.

"You'll be fine." Cecil reassures, pressing a kiss against your palm, looking down at you with that adoring expression.

"Whatever, Cecilia."

He feels the way his throat burns at the memory. And he glances towards the watch on his wrist.

Roman numerals, silver with a black, leather strap. Worn and frayed, but still visibly well-maintained.

"Found this." Cecil stares down at the box in his hand. A sleek wristwatch, displayed on a tiny pillow. Silver, with black leather straps. And a barely visible 'C.S' engraved on the back.

And a tiny note.

'Always thought you'd look less faggy in silver.'

He remembers the way his body nearly went limp. The way his stomach dropped, the way his throat tightened and the burn that seemed to scorch the back of his eyes.

And Cecil glances towards the watch on his wrist, thumb brushing over the leather.

"You were right." He mumbles. "Silver looks better."

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gamergerb · 28 days ago

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Surrender to Desire - Chapter 9: Faith

Thank you to wonderful @octarinecat for proofreading and your support <3

“My rooms in the city. I hope you find them to your liking, my dear.” He took her hand and led her to a richly upholstered armchair. He gently sat her down, then poured an amber liquid into two small tumblers from a crystal decanter. He handed a glass to Tav before taking the chair opposite. The seats were closely positioned, and Raphael’s knees lightly brushed against hers. “Wyvern whiskey. You have endured much turmoil over the past few days, and I fear you remain in a state of shock after what you encountered this afternoon.” He brought his glass to his own lips, before nodding his head towards the as yet untouched glass in her hand. “Drink, little mouse. Then we shall talk.” Tav looked at the glass a little warily, unused to drinking spirits. To her concern, her hand was still trembling slightly. The liquid sloshed from side-to-side. She did as she was told, taking a tentative sip. It was strong but not unbearably so, and although it burned slightly as the whiskey flowed down her throat, the residual warmth it left was most welcome. She took a second, bigger sip. Her hand stilled. Raphael smiled approvingly. His glass was already empty. He leant across to the side table to replenish his drink, pressing his legs insistently into Tav’s as he did so. Tav fixed her stare on the pool to her left, determined not to be so easily distracted. But the cambion had such a commanding, magnetic presence, it was almost impossible not to be drawn into his orbit, for him to take control. And wasn’t that what she wanted, especially after today?

Read the rest on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/61189513/chapters/168133699

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kharrisdawndancer · 5 months ago

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For Tinnaire — A parcel arrives. There is only a small written note, short, in legible script, flowing and elegant. "In this, that you may know I am thinking of you." Included with the note is a woven bracelet, the stem and charms consisting of plant life. Specifically, young amaryllis and white lily flowers. The bracelet itself is not dried and preserved, but rather appears to be in a state of consistent and, for the time being—permanent—repose.

Tinnaire took a sip from her bourbon as she closed the door and contemplated the package that she'd just accepted. It was small; not much bigger than her palm. The note was examined, and she didn't think she knew the handwriting. Her long fingers turned over the card, while her other hand rocked the glass tumbler. She sat at the small dining table and debated letting the mystery sit a moment. It was almost enough to know someone was thinking of her. She had felt so forgotten, so left-behind, lately. She snorted softly to chastise herself. That was being dramatic. Besides, even if she was, that was all right. She liked her own company. But she slipped a manicured fingertip under the paper and opened the box to find the bracelet. After a curious inspection, a fluttery feeling, and then a flush, she sent a question off to Fiorenze.

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ddaengju · 1 year ago

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the clean slate quencher h2.0 flow state tumbler in bloom 40oz / $45

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senkothewarlock · 1 year ago

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DWC #1

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A twin story about Sethrak and Senko.

Day 1: Casualty & Flirt

The buffering winds swept up the large cliff face near Teerakai. Clan banners of the Centaur swayed with each gust. The ethereal groan of the air blended in with the macabre howls of ancestors’ past in the burial grounds. A top of a small rock, sat crossed legged, was our titular character, Senko. Her butterscotch fur brushed back by the gales as the piercing breeze caused her amber eyes to get wet. She pulled her silk collar up, her only conscious movement as she withdrew into her meditation.

Senko was a brooder. While the others ate and drank around the fire in the camp, she remained on the outskirts. Gazing off towards where Amirdrassil had sprouted. Her robes, still caked with gore and dust from skirmishes past, offered her warmth in place of company. She had helped to lead this caravan for three, soon-to-be four years at this point. Yet her mind still casted the shadows of doubt onto her.

A hand had been placed on Senko’s shoulder, rocking the cold steel and emerald gem forward. It was the only person to offer inner warmth: her fiancée and guiding light, Oonee. Wordlessly, she nestled in by the side of Senko, two glasses in hand as she placed one quietly into Senko’s grasp.

“Ever the brooder.” She teased, running a spare hand up her ashen fur to warm herself up. “Darling, you better not be like this on our wedding night.”

“Perish the thought.” Senko stated, taking a long swig of whatever she’d been given.

Oonee’s claws scratched at the layer of visceral that had accumulated onto Senko’s purple robes. She gave a small tut-tut as she began to flick the dried remains off of her polished, ebon nails before dusting the debris off.

“I hope you gave as good as you got in that fight, my love. These are filthy.”

Senko’s stoicism broke into a small chuckle as she glanced down at her partner, who now lounged on her lap. She took a swig and clinked glass together. Senko looked at the cleaned part of her robes and back to her lover’s eyes. No-one knew, but she had dyed her robes to be the same colour as Oonee’s eyes, a piece of her to always be at her side.

“Well, you know me…” Senko started. “Filthy robes, filthy mind.”

A small smirk broke out on both of their faces. Oonee placed a thumb across Senko’s scars that flowed from her eyes. To the uninitiated they were nothing more than streaks of mascara but to those who knew her, they were the marks of fate. Oonee broke the smirk-off first.

“I also know that you’re dirty in words and deeds, darling.” She affirmed, taking another swig.

“And what’s that meant to mean~?” Senko pressed, canting her head to the side with a sly grin.

“It means,” Oonee began, gently tapping Senko’s head. “That I would always bet on you in a fight. All those nasty tricks of yours.”

Senko took a long swig; she wasn’t one to nurse a drink. Having Fel rampage through her system at least meant that most drinks would burn up while being digested, no hangovers for this Vulpera.

“What’s got you all broody tonight then?” She was asked. Oonee pulling herself up, arm around Senko as she snuggled into her lap.

“Reflection.” Senko started, placing the now empty whisky tumbler on the rocks. “Last time I was back home was about four years ago to the month. Seven if we account for the time we missed on our ‘excursion’.”

Oonee’s ears perked up as she held onto Senko tightly.

“When you-…?”

“Yep.”

SEVEN YEARS AGO, VOL’DUN

The sand, now superheated to the point of glass, broke beneath the hurried feet of soldiers. The roar of flames crackled in the night sky. Thunder deafened by the sound of the inferno and the crackling hiss of buildings collapsing. An entire village, one of many, that had shared the fate of hellfire that night.

Mass graves were in the process of being dug as the robed official weaved through the crowd of soldiers. His serpentine frame clenching a sceptre as guards and soldiers dragged away the desiccated husks of what were once Sethrak.

“How many?” The official asked, finally catching up to the Skycarver.

“Thisss marksss the fifth village. We’re up to a few thousssand dead.”

“Zandalari?”

“No. Not even the Devoted were sssspared.” The Skycarver said, rubbing a hand across his hood.

The pair surveyed the smouldering village, once known as a jewel in the Sethrak empire, Bhani Vissak now was naught more than collapsed burrows and burnt-out houses. The fire that danced in the air had a sickly, green tint to the tips. The empire had faced setback after setback – but to lose so many souls in one night would have finally put the boot down on the neck.

“Any leadsss?” The official asked.

“Not yet, but the printsss… They look like our sssslavess’.”

The official’s focus broke as one of the bodies was carried past. He stopped the guard before placing his hand on the withered remains of a hand and slid the bangle off. His fingers shook and whatever emotion a snake had would catch in his throat. He read the name to himself, internally and externally, several times. His daughter. Dead in his hands. The golden band had burnt with the pyres, burnt onto the emaciated finger. The faint letters, written in the damnable script of the Sethrak once read ‘Sakassith”.

“Sssskycarver,” the official spoke once more. “I want namessss. Headsss.”

The Skycarver looked around the ravaged lands. The Empire had little influence, even before being eviscerated. But now? With a handful of villages and a collection of deluded Sethrak, to find results would take ages. A lifetime, perhaps. The Skycarver had to think quick. Fast. He finally drew breath to respond.

“I will sssend my ssscoutsss to look at the Devoted, it may have been an act of incitement.”

“I do not care if it wassss! I jussst want thossse resssponsssible. Dead at my feet, hung from our rocksss.” The official said, ash now staining his crimson cape.

“Assss you wisssh, Viceroy.” The Skycarver acknowledged, bowing before he ran off into the dunes.

The Viceroy glanced at the mass graves. Huge pits had been excavated around the ruins, some as deep as the burrows that were once called homes. He watched, wordlessly, as his own heir was thrown into the pits. Glass cracked beneath his feet as he walked over the scorched surface. A burrow, collapsed, breaking the silence as plumes of sand billowed up into the air.

He would have his revenge.

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wiredcrunch · 16 days ago

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thecrystalcave17 · 2 months ago

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How to Cleanse and Charge Crystals: 9 Easy and Effective Methods

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6. Burying in the Earth

The Earth is a natural cleanser and can absorb any unwanted energy from your crystals.

Dig a small hole in the ground and place your crystal inside.

Leave it buried for 24–48 hours to allow the Earth to neutralize its energy.

Retrieve your crystal, clean off any dirt, and store it safely.

Tip: Mark the spot where you bury your crystal to ensure you don’t lose it!

7. Sound Cleansing

Best for: All crystals, especially those used frequently.

Sound healing uses vibrational frequencies to break up stagnant energy and restore a crystal’s natural frequency.

Use a singing bowl, tuning fork, or bells.

Play the sound near your crystals for a few minutes.

The sound waves will cleanse and recharge them simultaneously.

8. Selenite or Clear Quartz Charging

Certain crystals, like selenite and clear quartz, have self-cleansing properties and can purify other stones.

Place your crystals on a selenite plate or near clear quartz.

Leave them for a few hours or overnight.

Tip: Selenite never needs cleansing, making it a great investment for crystal enthusiasts.

9. Visualization and Intention Setting

Your thoughts and energy are powerful tools in cleansing and charging crystals.

Hold your crystal in your hands.

Close your eyes and visualize a bright white light surrounding it.

Set an intention for what you want the crystal to help with.

Why it works: Your energy directly programs the crystal, enhancing its effectiveness.

Final Thoughts

Regular cleaning processes together with energy charging allow you to preserve your crystals and their effectiveness. Users can select among methods such as smudging and moonlight and sound cleansing to reset the vibrations of their crystals. Regular cleansing and charging of your crystals allows them to maintain their healing energy alongside their safety protection.

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skyecosmo · 2 months ago

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Binary Stars

Chapter 6: The Prophecy.

Warnings: Profanity, Mentions of Violence

Note: I am ALLL caught up with this story on tumbler. There will continue to be updates when I finish the chapters. Please enjoy and don't hesitate to DM me for any grammatical errors and misspells.

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Ace

Shutting the princesses door I hastily make way down the hall, ordering the first guard I see to watch her doorway in my absence. The cream and black halls are a maze of twists, turns and staircases as I try to make my way through it. I've been guarding the castle undercover for years, but I've never gotten the chance to explore much of the inside. I start to slow, observing the area around me while coming to a stop. A long corridor stretches out to my right and a staircase goes below me, down the hall to my left.

Yep... I'm lost.

I sigh sliding a hand down my face.

"Ace?" My spine stiffens at the mention of my name.

Turning around I see a familiar head of sandy red hair, conveniently being the one I'm searching for. The boy is stumbling over himself looking disheveled. Books and documents over flowing out of his arms, his round circle glasses basically hanging from the tip of his freckled nose.

"Just the person I was looking for, here let me help you" I say, waltzing over to my smaller companion.

I grab a few books and some of the documents from his hands before we head down the corridor. Zeak eyes me curiously, pushing up his glasses with his index finger. He lowers his voice while whispering

"Aren't you supposed to be with the savior?"

"Yea, she's getting ready for bed. The maids are helping her and I sent a guard in my place. I think I'm ready to tell her about our escape plan."

He gasps, pulling the sleeve of my shirt and basically dragging me into small office that we -somehow- quickly arrived to. Inside he places the books on his desk and closes the door, moving to lean against it. The room is small, hanging plants on top of bookshelves willed with books and documents.

"The ball isn't for another 3 weeks, why do you want to tell her so early?" He eyes me carefully, observing my reactions.

I place the items on his oak wood desk and sit in the guest chair he's provided. My left foot slightly taps the floor as I shift uncomfortably in the seat. I sigh before making eye contact with him.

"That ball is going to be a battle ground. I refuse to throw her into a situation like that without proper training of her abilities." I say, angry that this is the only fucking plan we could formulate, that we actually have a chance of pulling off.

Zeak places his hand over his mouth. Quickly moving by me and around the desk to sit in his office chair. He reaches into a drawer containing folders of information, pulling out a dark purple one. He sits it on the messy desk before me, the name at the top reading Skye Cosmo.

" This folder contains the prophet that the commander's grandfather gave to him before he passed. I was personally given the job to guard it. Before we even laid sight upon the savior, her name was inked in this prophecy. For years, all it contained was who she is and where she was located." He states, opening the folder to reveal the old paper, her name adjourned the top.

"Yes I know, this is common knowledge within the rebellion. What's the point you're making?" I say, growing impatient.

The guy rolls his eyes at me and points to the paper before us. Tapping his finger a few times, gathering my attention.

"You're obviously not understanding so let me make it clear. For years now the prophet only talks about how Skye is a princess who has intuitive dreams while she slumbers. However, she is trapped within the walls of the newly risen king. She shall be saved by the rebels and and rise up to eventually defeat her evil step father and save her kingdom' " Zeak reads from the paper, his finger stopping - and tapping- at the end of the paragraph.

The words stop where his finger does and he looks up to stare at me wide. He point his finger in my face, continuing.

"But by your words, she has magic abilities? The prophet only mentions her dreams being visions. That means something or someone changed the timeline." He says, tapping the old paper harshly.

I stare at the paper, pondering on what could've caused the prophecy to change. Placing my hands on my knees I close my eyes to understand how something like that could even happen. The great commander wouldn't have been wrong. Not with his power. Placing my hand on the desk I suddenly feel a dull vibrating coming from zeaks desk. I look at him, raising an eyebrow and he gives me a confused expression of this own. Slowly, the words on the paper start glowing a dull light. The letters themselves scramble, creating new sentences and destroying others, letters disappear in places aggressively, while fading into life in others. My jaw hangs open, utter shock running through my body. What the fuck is happening?!

I rise, placing both hands on the desk a little too roughly and stare wide eyed at the changing prophecy before us. Suddenly all movement stops on the paper and the words shine a blinding light before disappearing in a blink of an eye. I stare at Zeak as he looks up from the paper, looking pale as a ghost. Like someone walked in here and drained the life out of the poor guy. Too bad, my patience has run thin at this point and I need to know what that damn paper says.

"What does it read." I demand.

Zeak's body jumps, fumbling to grab the paper, holding it in the rays of the floating mage light to see the words that are outlined in a faint periwinkle color. Read it. He clears his throat, adjusts his glasses and takes a deep breath.

"The princess whose step-father recently rose to power is trapped within the Castle walls of the Sora kingdom. The King had fooled the Queen into thinking he loved her, and proved it by poisoning her and trapping the Princess to marry her off" Zeak holds the paper taut, reading the first paragraph

I heave a deep breath, to marry her off? That's what that wretched ball is for. To find suitable candidates to sell her off too. To get rid of Skye. I shift uncomfortably on my feet, suddenly anxious about the plan. Knowing what she's there for, why she'd be doing what she's doing. I feel more than anxious, I feel sick to my stomach. Sitting down I wrap an arm my torso the other half hazardously cupping my mouth.

"Ace, there's more." Zeak looks at me concerningly.

"R-Read it." I stutter out, trying to concentrate on not spilling the contents of my stomach.

"However, the Princess is also the strongest intuitive ice mage this kingdom has witnessed. with help of love and the rebels she takes back her rightful seat on the throne. Skye Cosmo is for the citizens" He finishes, gently placing the paper back into the folder with trembling fingers.

I cough hard into my hand. With the help of love and the rebels? If I'm already in one of those mentioned groups, I can't be in the other. She'll find a match, but it won't be me. Zeak rushes over to my side, his mouth moving but words don't come out. My breathing hikes, and I can't hear anything over the ringing in my ears. Her future doesn't include me in it.

Stop, it changed once before. Why can't it change again? Plus.. I think- I was the one who changed it in the first place. I was the one who pulled the magic out of her, I am the one who will get her out of this damned cage. I'll be the one protecting her when she fights for her kingdom and I'll damn sure be the one holding her hand when she takes the throne.

Fuck the prophecy.

"Ace breathe!" Zeak warns.

I take a deep breath, the tightness and anxiety I felt dissipating with each one.

"Ace..have you and her Highness been...getting closer perhaps?" His question stuns me.

I stare at him, mouth agape, quickly closing it as I begin to remember the last few times we were together. Her in the bath chamber. The steamed room smelling of vanilla and amber. Her milk chocolate skin wet with water dripping off her hair down the ample skin of her back. Soft breasts pressed up against the edge, trying to get a rise out of me. Or the way she felt in my arms, comforting and cool to the touch. Her indirect confidence and attitude peeking out of her personality.

"Uh- Ace?" The boy mumbles.

Startling me out of my head, I shift once again in the seat. My skin growing hot and uncomfortable the longer I sit in the small room.

"Yes, you could say that." I state, calming down.

"Maybe then, the prophecy changed because you have become her love interest, that's probably why her powers are mentioned now. Wait... finish telling me why you wanted to tell her about the ball early."

"I wanted to train her, teach her to fight. To survive, to function outside of her cage" the words tumble out of my mouth. Sure and confident.

"That right there is what changed, you. The prophecy took into account that you and her Highness have spent time together and you intend to spend more with her. Down the road who knows what'll happen between you two." He says, with a grin so bright I have to squint my eyes.

I have to get back to the Princesses room. Smiling behind my mask I slowly stand, wiping my forehead with Zeaks handkerchief he so graciously offered. Walking over to the door, I open it and step back out into the corridor. Before leaving I make sure to thank Zeak and start down the hallway to the long, confusing journey back to the Princesses room.

I can't wait for you guys to read the next chapter! Until next time! ~Cosmo Out~

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The Closing Shift - Vala x Reader

I'm SO SORRY this took so long!!! I have been wracking my brain about this request for WEEKS! I never expected a Vala request to fall into my hands! Honestly, though, I found the right song and then it all kinda hit me. But I hope it's at least a little bit like what you hoped for, anon.

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Premise: Serving a drink to a regular customer before closing

Words: 1,555

Music Inspiration: Still Breathing by Green Day

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Eyes finding the clock, I come to terms with the reality of responsibility. It takes some effort to coerce me from the comfort of my couch, but alas, societal norms dictate that I pretend to be a functioning adult. What a farce.

Still, I go through the usual routine of pulling on my uniform and scrounging together some pitiful semblance of lunch before heading out the door. It’s much the same when I finally arrive at the homely shop which dares call itself a café. It could actually serve as a storage closet for the unit next door, but I guess they didn’t want to pay for the extra space. With a tiny storage at the back and a miniscule bar at the front, our little place has just enough room to seat some few soulless employees as they wait for their afternoon coffee and ham and cheese croissants before rushing off to their own doldrum lives. C’est la vie.

The lunch rush comes and goes and my coworker finally clocks out to leave me to my closing shift. Now up to my arms in soapy water and dirty dishes, I hum along to the music from the senile radio in the corner that’s decided not to growl in static all day.

“Aw, look at you.”

A soft gasp slips my lips, the glass tumbler making an escape beneath the bubbles. Not entirely eager to test if the water will run red should I reach in, I turn back to the bar.

Wire around my heart gives a sharp tug, causing a stutter in my thoughts. There she sits, wearing that all-knowing, demeaning smile, imposing behind sleek glasses. Light shines in long, flowing silver locks like a halo attempting to assuage the mischief her gaze implies.

But something is off. A hairline cut rests above her eyebrow. A hue of violet mars her soft jawline and a scrape graces her shoulder. In her clothes are tears and stains—a red one on her sleeve leaving me particularly concerned. Even a few strands of hair lie amiss. It’s a wonder I didn’t immediately notice but she certainly isn’t acting any different.

“Somehow able to make working at a small-time, tedious café look so enjoyable.” Her chin rests atop her hand. “If only you knew the existence outside your small world.”

This girl—I don’t even know what to say. She’s been a regular of the café for the last few months, always coming in when we’re at our quietest, which usually happens to be when I’m on shift. Clever charm lures me into conversation, often with heckling galore. Though I’ve yet to determine her reason for singling me out, I’d be a liar to deny enjoying her company. Yet, for all her confidence and composure, there’s a hint of something deeper. I’ve never gotten a good look at it, but it feels forbidden so I’ve respected that boundary. Even so, it draws my pity. And I can only assume that it has something to do with her state today.

I brush off jabs at my naivety. “Are you okay?” I ask, ambling closer. Without missing a beat, my hands fall into line, starting with a mug.

That subverts her smirk for a second, but only a second. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just a little mishap.”

“Do you need anything? Like a bandaid or painkillers or something?”

Her dismissal is light. “No no, I’ll be fine.” Emerald eyes fall to my work, gleaming with hunger. “But I suppose something warm to drink would be nice.”

Taking her cue, I let a quirk take corner of my mouth. “Oh? Then you’ve certainly come to the right place. And just in time before closing. What’ll you have? Tea? Coffee?”

Pink lips twist in faux thought. “I don’t know. What do you have on the sweeter side?”

“A sweet tooth, huh? Well we can mix those up however you like.” I may have embellished pouring the steamed milk a bit to make my point, but her eyes watch with anticipation. “Or we do have juices and milkshakes, but you were looking for something warm, right?”

“What about hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate?” I reach for the salt and powdered sugar. “Hmm, hot chocolate. No, I don’t think that’s on the menu.”

“Are you sure?” A slender finger taps at one of the promotional stands. “Says here there’s a special on coffee, tea, and—oh look at that—hot chocolate.”

“Oooh, that hot chocolate.” Even I can’t contain my smile as I reach for a knife and a fresh bar of white chocolate. “No, you don’t want that. That’s just cocoa powder and hot water. Very bland. Terrible stuff.”

I never knew I could be so enamored by a simple giggle, but she’s got a grip on that afore mentioned wire.

“So what kind of hot chocolate would a cocoa aficionado such as yourself recommend?”

“Aficionado?” Dumping in the chocolate, I give the drink a quick stir. “I think that’s going a bit too far. I simply thought a gorgeous girl like you would be dissatisfied with some cheap chocolate drink.”

The prettiest shade of pink bleeds across her nose. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

I let loose a little laughter. A quick flourish of whipped cream and a haphazard sprinkle of the remaining shreds of chocolate top off my creation. With the utmost care, I slide the drink across the counter.

“For you, I can but humbly offer my best.”

A thought slithers through my brain at the sight of her first sip, but I shake it away. Instead, the pure, contented smile on those rosy lips as she hums warms my heart. Unlike most clients, who just come for the caffeine fix or quick breakfast, she truly enjoys what I’ve done.

“Humble seems an ill-suited adjective for something so delightful.” To be praised by her precious words has my pride swelling. “But unlike your ‘bland’ hot chocolate, I know this isn’t on the menu.” She’s got me. “So how did you come up with this?”

Taking a second to compose my stray thoughts, I give my response some consideration. “Someone taught me when I was little. I used to make these on days when I felt like nothing was right. It never fixed my problems, but at least I knew I still had one small happiness in this world.”

For once, all deviance leaves her expression and though her eyes are on the sinking remnants of cream, her thoughts are far away. Something I said connected and I’m worried which part that might be.

My palm rests atop her hand. “Hey.”

She snaps back to this realm, her eyes finding mine. Lightning traces my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake as I gaze into her glittering, green eyes.

I dare not raise above a whisper. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

That flash of vulnerability vanishes though her smile isn’t quite so honest. “I’m still breathing.”

“Huh?”

A hand behind my head nearly drags me across the counter. My special mix of hot chocolate never tasted as good as it does on her lips. The velvet feel has me grasping for every bit I can get, but her coy movements string my heart along like a fox and its prey. Slowly but surely, she’s dragging me under and drowning me with everything I crave. Euphoria floods my lungs, stranding my brain in blissful haze. Whatever she asks is hers, as long as I can get just one more hit.

Content in my demise, the end comes as a bitter blow, leaving me a hapless wreck wanting more. Soft, genuine happiness fills her expression. But even as her hands cup my face with so much adoration, I can only see just how weak she is in this moment.

“I used to pity you for your secluded little life. Now I know that ignorance is bliss and I almost envy you. But more than that, I admire you.” Her thumbs trace gentle circles against my skin. “Thank you, for giving me what I needed.”

A single tear slips along her face. Then a light kiss presses against my forehead and she sets me free.

Lost in the chaos of the events, I stand straight. By this time, there are no traces of the weakness she bore, but I know now. The wire in my chest tightens as she gives me her signature smirk.

“So, what do I owe you?”

Words don’t immediately present themselves. My thoughts are still racing to sort themselves out. I never knew just how much these short, simple encounters meant to me until she laid everything out on the table and then swept it under the rug—like be exposed to the secrets of the universe and then having to pretend it never happened.

My head shakes. “It’s on the house.”

“You sure?”

The answer rasps in my mouth. “Yeah.”

“I appreciate it.”

I watch her stand, straightening her clothes. Just as she starts to turn, she pauses.

“I’m Vala, by the way.”

My own voice suddenly feels so foreign, but I give her my name.

Her eyes light up as if I’ve given her another treat.

“It’s nice to meet you.” A hand rises to bid goodbye. “I’ll see you around.”

But I never did see her again.

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