#I'm thinking of returning to Purple-link

[impulsivebrainrot]

A little king and his jester :]

Even more old art XD

Idk how many times I've posted this artwork, mostly because I'm inactive in other socmed platforms .-. I remember drawing this a little while after the release of King's Tide, which explains The Collector's slightly more purple palette XD

As for my fic, gosh, I was so ready to work on it again but ended up receiving Canvas notifs that I have three exams this upcoming week TT So yup, gotta focus on those first :'3

Then again, I think I need to fix my outline anyway, since there's so much stuff like progression toward multiple reveals aren't properly aligned yet. Hope you stick around! :3

For those new to my account and are interested in platinum bones content + Archivists lore, you can find the link to the fic here! ^^ I also upload art for it and other random TOH drawings.

💀Forbidden Friendship (49653 words) by impulsivebrainrot_26⭐ Chapters: 11/? Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon)

🔖FIC SUMMARY:

It's been a little over a year since Belos's defeat. The Collector returns to the Boiling Isles after some time of exploring the stars. Unfortunately, he's not the only one coming home.

King and The Collector must now delve deeper into the history between their kins and unravel secrets that could help them stand a chance against this new threat. In a race against time, relationships are challenged along with the formation of an unexpected alliance.

[schrodingers-romy]

Heaven Works on Borrowed Time [Karasu Tabito x Reader]

Pairings: Karasu Tabito x GN!Reader Word Count: ~1200 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Two people escaping an office party have a first meeting under the stars

Warnings: no gendered pronouns/language used for reader, reader doesn't like their job and is kinda bitter about it, discussion of the fermi paradox, karasu-typical tacky nickname, pre-relationship

Notes: very pointless little convo between crow boy and reader but I thought it was fun. title from fermi paradox by avenged sevenfold bc i think i'm funny

You sighed into the night air, relaxing as the late breeze cooled your heated face. Office parties sucked. You were glad you were able to sneak away from you drunk, overly friendly coworkers, and find yourself some peace.

Your jaw had just finished unclenching when the door behind you clicked open, bringing with it a rush of sound from the party inside before it swung back shut.

So much for your peace.

“Didn’ know anyone else was out here. Hope ya don’t mind me intrudin’,” said the newcomer.

“’S fine,” you said, even if you wanted to scream a little.

You recognized the voice; Karasu Tabito, who worked on the floor above you as part of the company’s legal department. You never really interacted with him, aside from including him in a few email chains; if you didn’t know he was friends with Otoya Eita, you wouldn’t have an opinion on the man at all. However, considering you did know Otoya (both by his reputation for dating or hooking up with half of the office and cheating on at least an unlucky third of them, and because he tried to hit on you during your first joint meeting), your opinion on Karasu leaned towards the negative. Still, you didn’t need any more rumors of your snappishness circulating, so you didn’t kick up a fuss at sharing the balcony with him. You would be making your excuses to leave soon anyways; you had been there for over an hour, which was enough to say you had socialized.

Ignoring the man who had sidled up beside you, you blinked up at the sky. The city didn’t have the greatest clarity, but letting your eyes adjust for a moment revealed a splattering of the brightest stars, visible against the deep purple of the heavens. You wished you were in the countryside, where it was so pitch-dark that you could see all the constellations, and the pale, cloudy arm of the milky way as it stretched above you. Where the air was clear, and you were away from the nagging voices of your coworkers and the ambient, unsleeping, anxious hum of the city. But instead, you were stuck at a shit job you were overqualified for, with officemates you barely tolerated most days, just because you were too apathetic to try for anything better.

You slumped against the railing. You should’ve stayed home.

“Hey,” came the deep voice once more. “Ya okay over there?”

You turned to look at him, your cheek pillowed in the crook of your arm as you squinted up at him. His expression was fairly flat, but his eyes seemed honest enough, so you replied. Albeit sarcastically. “I’m doing awesome, man. I love it here.”

He snorted, lip twitching up into a small smirk. “I can see that. Yer jus’ the life of the party, huh?”

“Yup.” You turned away from him, your gaze returning to the stars.

“I woulda thought otherwise, what with how ya were staring up at the sky like ya were prayin’ for aliens ta come and abduct you.”

A sharp bark of laughter escaped you. “Where did you pull that from? Big alien believer yourself?”

“Not any more than’s logical.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued. “And how much is logical?”

He moved closer, leaning against the railing so he could more easily catch your eyes. The indigo of his irises caught the light, and, for a second, you thought he was rather pretty. “I mean, it stands ta reason, statistically, that we’re not alone out there.”

“Don’t you think we would have some evidence of alien life, if there was any?” you asked, sardonically. “Statistics aren’t always accurate, or comprehensive.”

Karasu doesn’t seem off put by your tone, smirking right back at you without a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. “Have ya ever heard of the Fermi Paradox?”

“Of course. I’m quite partial to the great filter theory, myself.”

“Do ya think the filter is behind us or ahead of us?”

You stared up at the sky with a frown on your face. “Ahead. I hope civilization hits a wall soon. I’m tired.”

He let out a laugh like a raven’s cackle. “Well aren’tcha a bright spot of sunshine? Personally, I think they’re out there, jus’ watchin’ us.”

“Why?”

“’T’s what I woulda done.”

“Ooh, alien civilization observer Karasu. You’d need a better title than that though, right now it sounds a bit voyeuristic.”

“Tabito.”

You turned back to look at him. “Huh?”

“Ya can call me Tabito.”

You studied him for a moment. The strangely gelled shape of his hair reflected the starshine like an oil slick, and the light seemed to drip down his face and settle into the amused wrinkles at the corners of his bright eyes. He was overly familiar with you, accent and tone breaking down any sort of professional distance, but you found that you, oddly enough, didn’t mind. It was refreshing to talk to someone so frank, who didn’t take your bluntness for an attack. Instead, he seemed…amused by you. (Charmed, even, if you were being wistful.)

“Sure. Tabito,” you said, before offering up your own name in return. You ignored the little flicker of something in your chest at hearing it repeated back at you in his deep voice.

“So, what was that about voyeurism?...”

You glanced away, a little flustered but unwilling to surrender. “I stand by it. Secretly observing a different intelligent species sounds weird as fuck, actually. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Aw, wouldn’t ya want ta observe me if I was ‘n intelligent species? No? ‘M hurt, truly.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue to say, ‘Maybe I would if you were an intelligent species.’ But something in you held back from using one of your typical snappish replies. Instead, you said, “Well. Perhaps I would make an exception. For you. Maybe.”

His smile was so big that it caused his eyes to form crescents. “Aw, that’s so sweet of ya, little storm cloud.”

Your nose crinkled. “Storm cloud? I thought I just gave you name privileges.”

“Ya just reminded me of one, tha’s all. Gloomy. And fluffy.”

“Fluffy?”

“On the inside.”

“Sure, Tabito.”

The two of you are silent for a moment, soaking in the relative peace of the little balcony you’ve found yourselves on. The stars continued to glitter overhead, with more and more peeking through the gloom of the night sky as time ticked past.

“Do ya need someone ta walk ya home?” he asked.

You didn’t. “Sure.”

-

Unlike his friend, Tabito was the perfect gentleman when he brought you home, leaving with nothing more than a good night and a cheeky salute. You wouldn’t have invited him in, not on a first meeting. But. You had a feeling that you might not be so unwilling after getting to know him better.

The next morning, there was a book sitting on your desk. With it, a note: “For my little storm cloud, to borrow. Tell me your opinion on it, I’m sure it’ll be interesting ;)” Hell. Maybe you didn’t want to believe the great filter was ahead; maybe life should continue on. It wasn’t all bad.

[lacunafiction]

I recently received these two fun questions from the Forum: 

“1 - will there be a second tea vs cocoa vs coffee showdown in B2?, and 2 - Is there an in-universe reason as to why Ruby is specifically called Ruby?”

So, I thought I would make a quick post to share their answers here too! :D

1. The MC's drink choice will indeed come up a few times during Book Two! A tea party will require them to indulge in some tea one (1) time, but I'm certain the individual who meticulously planned it included something for your MC's tastes. A minor spoiler: For certain readers, Judith (the little girl you can meet in Book One) will weigh-in on the battle of hot drinks. It can be a cute/funny scene to trigger. 😀

2. Here's what I've said about Ruby's and Reese's names when revealing part of why I selected them. All of the names in TFS tend to have deeper meanings. 

Ruby

It has Latin origins from 'ruber' (red) or 'rubinous', but both mean a deep red precious stone. This name holds a certain sultry elegance along with the stone itself that has had more staying power than other names that relate to jewelry or precious materials.

Reese

Meanings such as ardor, passion, and fiery are all embedded in this name, which pairs well with R's character, especially if you read a particular exchange with Mrs. Dorran in Book Two during an evening excursion. It has a Welsh origin. 

These names just seem made for R as a character! Although I think they can take on even deeper meanings on their romance route where they can express ardent feelings for the MC and show how much they treasure them above all of the Verner glitz. While their character color is more so black than red, we do see a link with Angelique and how R does also favor reds, purples, and more traditionally aristocratic pops of color. There is also a spoiler element to R's name that I'm sure will hit many of you in the feels once you figure it out. 🙃 It's fully revealed in Book Three, but there are hints even in Book Two. 

_ _ _

Hopefully, you're all doing well! 

My relative silence on social media might make some of you wonder if I am in fact lost in Fernweh. 🌲The answer is a resounding 'yes'; I've been engaging in a constant and steady writing blitz to then hopefully return to answer questions and better engage closer to a demo drop and tentative release date, etc. It brings me so much happiness to write; it's my outlet, so that's my utmost priority aside from some family care-giving/time together and my cat*, of course.

(*Yes, he is also included in the family. He just gets a special mention.)

Thank you for your patience, support, and understanding! 💚

[iamsherlocked1479]

Don't be a brat

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: smut orgasm denial, kinda shaming?, domination

A/N: (The song linked is what dissosate in class whlie thinking about Sherlock with take that as you will)

Don't be a brat around sherlock hun :)

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It had been a long day, at least he thought it had been a day. In reality Sherlock had missed the dinner you had planned that evening, that evening being three days ago. He was off galaventing on a case with John, a tradition you were all too familiar with, he didn’t understand the long silences you gave him when he returned, he didn’t understand that all he really needed to do was apologise.

“I’m sorry, is there something wrong?” He said as you passively aggressively placed his tea down, causing it to splash over the rim of the cup.

“No i'm absolutely fine.” You say bluntly as you walk into the bedroom. Any normal guy would have instantly known his girlfriend was not in fact “fine” but Sherlock lived his life enjoying the fact he was unlike anyone else, so he obviously didn’t realise this. You spent the evening in your shared bedroom reading John's blog, mildly jealous that he had spent more time with Sherlock than you had in the past week.

It was around 2:30 am when you felt sherlocks lips against your neck, and the rest of him poking you in the back. Your tried your best to stay mad at him, you really did, but when his hand trailed across your chest as he continued sucking and biting at your neck and then again how his hand slid down your body, lower and lower until he ran it up and down your clothed core moaning at the sensation over the fact that you where already soaked.

“Oh love, you’ve missed me haven’t you.” He pulled the covers off you and climbed on top of you, continuing to kiss your chest and throat. You moaned softly trying not to admit you were mad at him, you were really trying. You thought you’d play a little game, make him think he was getting what he wanted, make him want it then deny him, something he’d done to you so many times.

You ran your hands through his curls and pushed his head towards you cleavage where he gladly began suckinging on your nipples while his fingers drew circles on your core, pulling slightly at your panties. Your hands move from his head to his chest where you slowly undid the buttons to his purple shirt throwing it somewhere across the room. He spun you both around so that you straddled his waist, you moaned as his cock pressed against your cunt, straining in his trousers. You rocked in his lap while your hands made quick work on his belt and trousers.

“Easy girl.” He laughed and began pushing your hips down onto him.

“You’re desperate for it aren’t you?” You finally spoke, his grip tightened around your waist at your words,

“Watch your tongue love.” He said moaning over the sensation of your grinding. He used his fingers to pull off your panties and pressed his thumb to your clit as you worked on him.

He lifted his hips allowing you to remove his trousers, you gasped at his cock springing out. You couldn’t get enough of him, one might even say you had gotten an addiction to his cock, it filled you so well.

You crouched down and pumped him in your hands, that thought of teasing him drifted through your mind and you smirked watching his face as you gently licked his tip. He hissed begging for more as you licked another stripe up his length.

“Sweetheart stop teasing” he looked at you with a dark light in his eye. You just smiled and watched as you licked another stripe

“What's wrong? Tired of waiting? ” you went to lick another stripe but he grabbed your jaw stopping you.

“If you’re going to act like a brat I'll treat you like one.” 

You don't know why you did this but you narrowed your eyes and smirked. “Try me sherlock holmes.” And with that somehow he had you pinned face down on the mattress, the sound of fabric snapping filled the room subdued by your grunt as you realised he pulled off your panties and shoved himself inside you. You opened your mouth to moan but nothing came out, you just squinted and gripped the bedsheets as you felt his breath behind your ear.

“What's wrong darling? Regretting anything yet?.” He smiled as he pulled out and pushed himself back in harder. “Come on, use your words” he purred and repeated his motions. He snaked his hands down to your ass where he landed a firm slap and gripped the fat.

“Fuck- i-“ you whimpered as he pounded into you 

“You’re what? Come on spit it out, i might let you cum sweetheart.” He smirked as slowed down his rhythm allowing him to slowly sink deeper into you causing a long drawn out moan to escape from your lips.

“I’m sorry!” You cried out tears running down your face, the need you had to let go was almost painful “fuck sherlock please let me cum!” You begged as he laughed and turned you over and trailed kisses along your chest.

“If you’re sorry, I'll let you cum, are you sorry?”

“Yes, i’m sorry, should have never-

“No, no” he cut you off. If you should have told me if my case was getting in the way of your needs.” He pressed his thumb to your clit “I would never want to leave you wanting me.” He was letting his ego take over now, he pushed in again slowly while his free hand worked on your clit. “Look at me sweetheart.” 

“Fuuck.” You cried out looking at the way he grinned everytime he went deeper into you, he was dragging this out, getting off over the sounds of your moans and the motion of your squirming,

“That's it, let me in.” He said pushing himself all the way to the hilt. He let out a loud sigh when he felt his tip scraping on that point inside you. 

You could feel it building up inside you, it was as if your nerves were on fire, you rocked your hips with his thrusts building up close to extinguish the fire. He could feel your walls clenching, he could tell you were close by the way you acted so focused, eyes closed, hips rocking in time with him.

“Good girl, make yourself cum around my cock. Thats it, come on, fuck i’ll come with you.” His thrust became more desperate, your moans became music to his ears, he came as you did, moaning at the sensation of your nails digging into his biceps.

“Oh fuck.” You sighed as he rolled next to you, kissing your neck through his scattered breaths. 

“I’ll take some time off.” He finally spoke “no cases, no john, just you, just me and you.”

[sempsimps]

Gregory Violet x reader smut

okay this is technically part 2 of the one i posted before this (i have no idea how to do the fancy links but on my ao3 its apart of the same thing okay) i copied the same moments and we continue from there and i edited it from some YouTube video an i think i write better now idfk

warnings;

(i need to touch grass)

blowjob

very nearly getting caught

first time / unexperienced (both sides)

like 7 minuets in heaven kinda

As I sat on the floor of the almost empty storage room, the dim light from the purple flame of the cricket prop cast a soft glow. My face blushed as I gazed longingly at the face of the purple prefect.

"Can i uhh...."

As I spoke, my words seemed to disappear into thin air as I gently inclined towards him. Our lips met, and I was engulfed in a feeling of light-headedness and an avalanche of butterflies in my stomach. As we kissed, I could feel the subtle transfer of his lipstick onto my lips, blurring the boundaries between us. I pulled away, but the softness of them still lingered on mine. he faintly tasted like a mix of the fruit juice they had set out, definitely apple and a hint of orange, maybe cranberry as well. Gregory's cheeks were tinged with a shade of rosy red as if a subtle dance of warmth and embarrassment adorned his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask if I c-could.. uhh, do that"

"It's alright, i didn't ask you to stop"

Gregory looked away, and I pulled him towards me, my fingers curling gently around his arm as I felt the warmth of his body drawing closer. I could see the surprise in his eyes as his movements mirrored mine, almost as if he was pulled by an invisible force. As our faces drew near, 'Oh god, is this really happening?' Our hands clumsily found their way to each other's faces, fingers brushing against skin as our breaths mingled. In our nervousness, our teeth accidentally clashed, causing him to pull away hesitantly, leaving me with a mix of confusion and longing. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red that extended down his neck. The colour was barely visible against his outfit in the dimly lit room. he broke my silent adoration, and my mouth unknowingly was open.

"You're... uhh, you're really pretty"

"I uh t-thank you. I think you're pretty too"

we both blushed, and I looked away. but his gentle touch slowly turned my head back, letting us have another kiss. This one was slower and more organized than the others. It lets us fully enjoy the moment of peace and half confession. his tongue lightly passed through my lips, and I returned the gesture. He let out a small noise of surprise. This didn't feel real. my hand travelled down Gregory's clothes. I couldn't even feel his body through the baggy outfit. we broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips together before snapping. we were both panting as we gazed into the other's eyes. My hand didn't move from the vague spot near his clothed hardness, the heat coming off it.

"u-uh c-could I touch you? down t-there, I mean"

his eyes widened, and as I opened my mouth to apologize, I instantly regretted my words. Before I could speak, he cut me off with a whine. hand reaching to my wrist and guiding me to him. I blushed but wilfully followed him.

"p-please, I need you"

"oh I uh o-okay then"

I slowly parted the opening of his cloak, pushing it to the sides. It was heavier than it looked, like a weighted blanket. I could barely make out his silhouette through his trousers. I reached to pull them down. it was clear he was turned on. the dim light did nothing to hide this arousal, and the fact that he was softly gasping at the slightest movement near his throbbing member gave it away as well. I traced the heat of it, and he bucked into my hand. 'Oh god, that's hot.' My mouth was going dry, and I swallowed hard. The tip was leaking a bit already slowly trailing down to my fingers, I removed my hand to lick it off, receiving a needy whine at the loss of contact. but when I came back, I only had to graze him, for his hips to lean into any friction, head rolling back to pant attempting to regain his breath. his hands gripping at the cloak. it's not like he could help it. the need for stimulation was hot too hot. his throat was dry, and he kept stuttering into my hand, breathy moans and whining. "nnnggghhh hah ah uhh" he was so sensitive. his hand coming up to his face, he brought his hand up to cover his mouth, his teeth biting into his pointer finger, leaving behind a faint trace of smudged lipstick on his skin. I took my hand and lightly removed it from his mouth. softly kissing Gregory's lips, the warm feeling was incredible. I felt his cock twitch a little and I used this to guess he was reaching the end I stopped kissing his lips to taste his tip a little salty but i lowered my mouth deeper I kept moving my hand in tandem with my head now bobbing along it. I felt hands in my hair gripping it tightly, and he loudly cried out as I felt hot liquid down my throat. i eagerly swallowed around his member, making him oversensitive. pulling myself off to rapidly intake the air, my face obviously flushed. After their intimate moment, Gregory carefully tucked himself back into his trousers, ensuring that he appeared presentable. I mimicked his actions as I stood up, wanting to make sure that I looked composed as well. it was good timing because right after the door opened. There stood my brother and Redmond, who giggled a little. I'm guessing Greenhill was somewhere off to the side

"Come on, the others are leaving now"

okay okay I admit the end was rushed but I got to finish this before I can do anything else the tisum demands it but seriously i have lots more to do and my writing might be better now I'm not sure to be honest but i did just copy a few lines from part 1 and added the smut into it because that was the original plan but of well

[adrift-in-thyme]

I've got so many wips rn and what do I do? Start something new. I'm hopeless. But how am I supposed to resist the chance to write more fairy Time? ;)

CW for blood and injury

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He drags himself to the fountain.

The battle would have been difficult for nine heroes. For one — even one as experienced as himself — it had been nearly impossible. A fight hardly even worthy of being called a battle. 

No, Time thinks, grim and dizzy, as he digs his fingers into the dirt and attempts to sit up, it had been a pathetic struggle at best. He had barely escaped with his life. 

The Shadow, it seems, has a vendetta against him. Not that he doesn’t have one toward all of the Links, but…

Time’s efforts land him back on the ground, shuddering as wet coughs tear through him. 

…but it had felt like something beyond his usual distaste for the Heroes of Hyrule. As he had poured monster after monster through those cursed portals, as he had attacked with a sneer on his lips and a glint in his eyes, it had felt personal.

Perhaps, that is not so surprising. 

Wavering, Time grits his teeth. Blood trails down his chin. Its warmth is in stark contrast with the icy chill that has taken root in his bones. 

The Shadow’s sentiments hardly matter right now. It is not as though he could decipher them correctly if he wanted to. 

His thoughts are scattered and panicked, his body failing, his vision going gray. He is mere inches away from salvation, from safety, and his time is running out. 

Another stab of pain imprisons him in its steely grip. A muffled cry breaks through his tightly closed lips. His vision whites out for a moment, before returning fuzzy and distorted. 

Desperately, he reaches out. Trembling fingers slip, slick with blood and monster gore. He collapses with a small splash. 

The effect of the sacred water is instant. A ripple of magic runs through him, warm like a blanket and sweet like the sugar water he offers in hopes of regaining his fairy. In the next second, wings unfold from his back, his body shrinking to fit them.  

He slips fully into the embrace of the shallow waters. 

Time ends up on his side, liquid seeping in through the chinks in his armor and beading upon his wings. He blinks, slow and agonizing, trying to drag himself back to some semblance of awareness. But whatever delirious strength had born him here has fled and taken everything with it.

The water flows around him, glittering and cool. Gently, it soothes his injuries, carefully, it numbs them. But it’s not enough. He knows that now.

This fountain has been weakened. This fountain has no fairies left — save for himself — to imbue it with blessed strength.

No doubt, the monsters have driven them away. He can feel their distress, can imagine their flight, away from here and the encroaching darkness of evil and night.

Time gazes at the surrounding trees. They are mere shadows now, hazy and grayish. Twilight is long gone, bringing with it its brilliant purples and pinks and oranges. Storm clouds cloak the usual speckling of stars and block out the dismal light of the moon.

Not that Time minds that. Without its depressive glare, he feels calmer. 

If he has to fade away, he would rather do so beneath an angry sky, curled in the fountains that have always been his haven, in the form he feels most comfortable in. The form he cannot comprehend, yet treasures all the same. 

The waters turn black with his blood, feathery wisps of it floating out and away from him. He watches it with disinterest. Everything feels far away now. Even his need to survive, to return to Malon. 

He tries to grasp for it, to bring it back to the forefront of his mind. But his efforts are for naught. And what good would it do him anyway? He is too weak to move. He spent his remaining energy on the desperate gamble of stumbling here. Hoping, praying that the magic he felt calling him was still active. Was still alive.

Something rustles in the bushes. A creature, most likely, scampering about, unperturbed by his wavering presence. He is so small now he would be surprised if anyone could see him. Or hear him.  

His blood, however, is another matter altogether. Who knows what beasts have tracked the scent? 

He shifts slightly and a groan slips out before he can stop it. It doesn’t matter though. Whatever horrors seek him cannot measure up to the pain he is already enduring. The Shadow has the power to turn one’s own body against them. No wolf or bear has that ability.  

Something large and dark emerges from the shadowy foliage. Piercing blue eyes glare into his. Time tries to focus on them, tries to decipher their strange familiarity. But the world seems off-kilter, pain turns everything distant. 

I’m sorry, Malon. He thinks as the form moves toward him, looking to his fading eye almost like the clouds that hover above them. I’m sorry that I broke my promise.

And pup…I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.

“Time?” He hears the voice from very, very far away, growled more than spoken, a rumble like thunder before a downpour of rain. It cracks at the end, splintering like his bones when the Shadow had swung his sword too high, too fast for him to evade.

Time wants to drag himself up, wants to comfort this being he is certain he knows. But he lacks the strength to so much as raise a finger. 

And when he is lifted with a gentleness he cannot comprehend, when something soft and warm envelopes him, something that murmurs, “safe” in tones he knows — he doesn’t even attempt to break free.

If this is death, it is wonderful. ---------------------------------

He must lose himself soon after that. Because when he opens his eye it is an act of awakening, surfacing from the unfeeling deep. 

Time stirs, sighing as that same warmth of before embraces him. The pain that had torn him apart has dulled greatly, leaving behind only a ghost of what it once was. And though he isn’t certain why it’s gone — or even if that is a good omen or bad one — he can’t truly bring himself to care. 

He is comfortable here, drifting in this haze of dark, and he doesn’t want to disturb it. It has been so long since he felt like this (perhaps, since the start of the heroes’ journey). It has been so long since he slept, actually slept. 

“Old man?”

Something damp and cool nudges at him. His bed of plush fur (fur? His mind questions blearily) quivers at the movement. 

“Hey, old man. Can you hear me?” 

Time hums, a low sound that grates on his abused throat. 

A sigh of relief. His sanctuary shifts again. 

“Thank Hylia. I thought we’d…I thought…”

Time frowns. There it is again — that voice he knows, usually so strong and joyful, not shattered like broken panes of glass. The voice that ignites something in him, a protective instinct as strong as he feels toward Malon. The voice that reminds him of their love and the miracle that will come of it.

Reluctantly, he drags his eye open. 

At first, he can make out very little. But a few blinks and his vision clears enough that he can see the thick gray fur that surrounds him. He is nestled on Twilight’s back, he realizes, sluggishly, situated so his pup can keep an eye on him, even reach him if he cranes his neck. 

Those crystal blue orbs meet his and there is something broken in them. Time has never seen such emotion in a wolf’s eyes before.

“I thought I’d lost you.” 

He shouldn’t be able to understand that sorrowful growl, and yet, Time can hear the words as clear as day. 

That…is a mystery he will decipher later.

“‘M sorry, pup,” he croaks. His wings flutter gently. “‘M sorry.”

Twilight must have found him lying there in his own blood, hardly clinging to life. To have come upon such a sight…

Guilt wells within him. Time swallows against it.

Twilight shakes his proud head. 

“You can’t scare me like that. I can’t even scold ya like you can me.” He narrows his eyes. “Not that that’s gonna stop me from trying.”

Time huffs an attempt at a laugh. “I don’t…don’t doubt that.” He grows somber once more. He feels unconsciousness tugging at him again. But before he falls, he must at least say this. “You saved me. You shouldn’t-shouldn’t have had to. But I thank you for it.”

Twilight gazes at him for a long moment. “Of course. I love you, old man. Malon loves you. I never would’ve left you there. I never even entertained the thought. So, no thanks are necessary.” He cocks his head. “Although, gotta admit I’m a little sore about the fairy secret.”

Time resists the urge to roll his eyes. “You keep your own transformation a secret. Why…why should I not keep mine?”

“Oh, you can keep it from everyone else if you want. Just not from me.”

“What makes you s-so special?”

“I’m your descendant,” Twilight answers drily. “So, how do you do it? This isn’t an after-effect of what they…what happened to you…is it?”

Time shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs, struggling to stay alert. “I’ve always been able to do this.”

Twilight is silent for a moment. Then, “I came across a stray fairy when I was trying to get you back to camp. She was the one who healed you. She called you a child of the fairies. Not ‘brother’ like Hyrule. Their child.”

Time stares dazedly at the shrubbery surrounding them. They have always called him that. Even Tatl had. But hearing it now, from Twilight, raises new questions. Questions he supposes have always been there, hovering in the back of his mind. But that he has never bothered to ponder. 

The quiet stretches and Time can’t decide how to break it. So, he merely lets it be and snuggles deeper into Twilight’s fur, suddenly immeasurably grateful that his descendant’s secondary form is a wolf.

Powerful and gentle in equal parts. It fits his pup well. 

“But never mind that now,” Twilight says, as though sensing Time’s exhaustion. He sighs. “You need your rest. You comfortable up there, old man?”

Time nods. “Soft,” he mumbles, drowsily. 

Twilight nuzzles him again and humor is in the movement.  

“Good. Go to sleep then. I’ll watch over you.” His tone grows serious, unyielding. “Nothing will touch you while I’m here.”

A slight smile lifts the edges of Time’s mouth, even as a voice cries out within him, protesting this display of weakness, this terrible burden he has put on his descendant. But he is so, so tired. Too tired to rise and be the stalwart leader he knows he should be. 

His wings spread flat upon his back, like a shield. Darkness crowds his vision, numbing his thoughts and weighing down his still-sore limbs. 

“Thank you, pup,” he whispers, with what little strength he has left. 

He is gone before he can hear Twilight’s reply.

[goldenbuckyyy]

FOOL’S GOLD

Summary: A series of events between you and Harry during your situationship.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (Situationship)

Word count: 2kish

Warnings: Slight smut, but mostly just fun and fluff!!

A/N: Just wanted to write something a little fun. Inspired by: “Fool’s Gold” by One Direction.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other site nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

Masterlist

That one time you went to your favorite bar in town with your new boyfriend. You immediately see Harry with his frat brothers. 

Your phone pings. 

H: Who the hell is that? 😡

Y: lol. That would be my boyfriend, opps. It’s been a while. 

H: he’s not good enough for you 

Drew, your new boyfriend, had gone to get you two some more drinks when you felt the softest touch against your open back. Goosebumps erupt over your unclothed skin and you slightly smirk to yourself, tossing your hair back, and peering up at this well known person. 

Harry’s hovering over you, smiling drunkenly, and he squeezes your hip. He bends down to hover his mouth over your ear. His pretty pink lips slightly touch your skin.

“Come home with me,” he whispers into your ear and you place a warm hand on his shoulder. 

“I have a boyfriend now,” you say, trying not to show an interest in his demand. 

“Text me when you dump his ass,” he says with a chuckle as he kisses your cheek sloppily and leaves your space to return to his frat brothers. 

You roll your eyes at his comment and proceed to smile at Drew when he returns with drinks in his hands. 

“What’d Harry want?” He asks with wonder, his big brown eyes half open from his buzz. 

“Just buggin’. No worries,” you reply as you reach for your drink as you reach up to kiss his lips quickly.

•••

Then you broke up with your boyfriend because he ended up being a dick. 

Y: i'm breaking up with my boyfriend. Can i come over after? 🥺

H: baby, you don’t even gotta ask me. I’m at chick fil a. Want your usual? 

Y: yes ❤️ add me a cookie pls, I’m sad. 

H: anything for youuuuu 

You waited for Harry in his private room, presidential perks, and you scroll aimlessly on Twitter. 

You hear the bedroom door open and Harry strolls in with a smile on his face. You smile back, tossing your phone to the side, and you rush to help him with the food. 

“Got you a strawberry milkshake, too.” 

You cheer and you both fumble back into the bed. Separating the food between you two and he puts Netflix on his TV. 

“Greys?” He asks with a mouthful of fries, peering over at you, and you nod eagerly. Sipping on your milkshake and pulling Harry’s favorite blanket over your legs. It’s an orange blanket his mom knitted him the summer he got a full ride to UT. He told you she cried for days and he always tears up thinking about it. 

You look at him with a small smile and he lazily kisses your cheek. 

•• 

When you manage to be at the gym at the same time as him. 

H: POV: you’re me and you’re looking at your hot ass sneaky link 

Y: come and spot me instead of talking to every other girl here 

H: don’t be jealous 

Y: as if 

You walk out of the gym, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and hastily drinking from your lavender hydroflask. 

Or what Harry calls ‘your emotional support hydroflask’ 

You’re walking back to your sorority house when you hear someone whistling behind you. 

You hold onto your gym bag as you turn around on your heel and see Harry running up to you. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you, and you laugh loudly as you swat his arms. 

“Gross!! You’re all sweaty!!” You giggle out as he sets you down and you check him out without shame. 

He’s standing in front of you wearing bright purple tiny little nike shorts, a white cut off shirt showing all his muscles in their glory, white Nike long socks, and his signature neon green adidas. Only him. 

“You look hot,” you state as a smirk crosses his lips and he reaches for your hand. 

“You too, baby.” 

••

When you see him putting his phone number in another girls phone 

Y: why are you even bothering? She couldn’t beat me on her best day. 

H: you don’t gotta tell me what i already know 

You feel jealous. 

Of course you’re jealous. You’re watching Harry input his phone number into a pretty brunette's phone.

That night when you’re laying next to his naked body, you reach for his phone. Unlocking it with his password, you turn around to face the wall. 

“What was that girl's name? The one from the gym?” 

“What?” Harry asks you, still winding down from his post orgasm haze. 

“The girl that put her number in your phone,” you reply as you go into his contact list. 

“Oh, umm, I think it was Angie. Why?” 

You search for her name as he slides his arms around you, pulling you into him, and he’s watching you now. 

You click the name ‘Angie 💖’ on his phone and delete the contact. 

“Heeeyyyy,” he teases you and pinches your thigh. 

You lock his phone and turn your body around to hug him. 

“You weren’t even going to text her.” 

“I know,” he hums into your neck as he falls asleep.

••

You posted a very revealing pic of you at the beach. 

H: delete that pic right now. 

H: you look too fucking good. I can’t have anybody trying to steal you from me 

Y: don’t worry. I’m all yours 🫶🏻 

You smirk at your phone as you look down at your tiny yellow bikini and settle back into your beach chair. 

“What are you smirking at?” Your best friend, Emily, asks you from the chair next to you. Peering at you over her white sun glasses. 

“No one.” 

•••

When he needs to make sure you’re going to his game. 

H: You're coming to my game, right? 

Y: Duh. I am head cheerleader. Remember? 

H: did you take my jersey? 

Y: *sends pic of yourself wearing his jersey in your panties* 

H: holy fuck, can’t wait to fuck you after I score the winning touchdown 

That night he fucks into you slow and hard as you wear his jersey. 

“Get on top,” he begs as he grinds his hips into yours, squeezing the flesh around your hips.

“Okay,” you whisper back as you let out a whimper when he pulls out of you. He flops onto his back, watching you intently as you straddle his waist, aligning yourself with his throbbing dick, and letting yourself slide down onto him. 

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkk,” he moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure, and you start moving slowly on top of him. 

Reveling in the sight of seeing him completely vulnerable underneath you and letting you take control. 

Something about this moment makes your heart thug and you hope this isn’t what you think it is. 

••

He brands you. 

Y: you literally fucking branded me 

H: ??? 😏 

Y: you know what I’m talking about 

Y: *sends pic of your chest in a lilac lace bra and you’re covering in hickies* 

H: oohhhhh that. Gotta brand what’s mine, obviously 

••• 

When he’s at the club and sees your ex. 

H: I’m at rooftop Louie’s. I see your ex. Want me to punch him? 

Y: yes. 

Y: come over instead. Bring Taco Bell 

*not even 30 seconds later*

H: ON MY WAY 🏃🏽‍♂️ 

You hear a knock on your door not even 15 minutes later and there’s Harry standing with a bag full of Taco Bell. 

“Hi,” he says with a smile, wearing a cap backwards, but his curls are peeking out.

“Hi,” you reply with a bigger one. “There’s a change of clothes for you on the dresser.”

“God, you’re the best.”

•••

When he’s studying after practice. 

H: I’m studying at the library. Bring me coffee? 🥺 From the place I like by your dorm. My treat 

Y: whats in it for me? 

H: I’ll do that thing you like tonight 

Y: 🤝 don’t gotta tell me twice 

You walk into the university library with two iced vanilla oatmilk lattes. You try to be as quiet as possible as you walk to his favorite study spot. 

He instantly hears you due to the iced drinks and he peers up at you with a smile. 

“Gimme,” he whispers as he reaches out for his drink with sweater paws. Wearing his favorite orange sweater and sweats. He looks so comfy. 

You sit across from him, sliding his coffee to him, and then you start unpacking your notes from your backpack. 

“What are you doing?” He questions as he sips his latte. 

“Studying with you,” you say with a question look and a look of fondness slips over his expression. 

“Really?” 

“Of course.” 

••• 

When you were out with your friends at Lot 26. 

H: come over pls. Need u 🍑 

Y: im at lot 26. 

H: call me when you need me to pick you up, I’ll buy us tacos 

Y: okay can’t wait 🫶🏻 

“Harry!!!” You yell at him as you stumble into his GMC truck’s passenger side. 

“Careful, baby.” He says as he grips onto your arm for support as you giggle loudly. 

He reaches over you, strapping you in, and kisses your lips. 

“Missed you,” he says with a smile. 

“Me too,” you say without hestitsiton. 

“Tacos?” He asks as he starts to drive off. 

“Tacos,” you reply as you turn to look at him. 

As you watch him drive, you think you might be falling in love with him. 

••• 

When he meets someone that he really likes. 

H: i think i like this girl. Should i go for it? 

Y: you’re cheating on me??? Okay, might as well block my number now 

H: stfu. I think you’d like her 

Y: i won’t 

H: well, you’re gonna meet her tonight 

You roll your eyes at your annoyance at seeing Harry out with the girl he likes and you try your very best to ignore them. 

Her name is Sarah. 

And she’s gorgeous. She’s tall, so very fucking tall, long curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and olive colored skin. 

They look unreal together and it makes you feel insecure. 

You drown the rest of your drink when you see them coming towards you. 

Her bright smile catches your attention and you try your best to mimic it back. 

“Hi!” You greet them as Harry kisses you cheek. 

“Y/N, this is Sarah. Sarah this is Y/N,” Harry introduces you to each other and you shake her slender hand in your own. 

“Y/N! It’s so nice to finally meet you. Harry has told me so much about you,” she gushes at you. 

“Has he?” You ask with an eyebrow raise. 

“Of course!! Auntie Anne says he can’t shut up about you!” 

“Auntie Anne?” You ask in confusion as you look at them both and Harry’s chuckling at your reaction. 

Sarah looks confused, “Harry did tell you he’s my cousin, right? My mom wanted me to come check out UT especially since H comes here.” 

Instant relief floods your body and you watch Harry looking at you with a teasing smirk. 

“Of course he did! So how are you liking UT?” 

You can’t help but smiling dumbly at Harry as his cousin starts rambling about how much she actually loves it here. 

••• 

When he heard your laugh in a crowded bar 

H: Are you at Joeys? 

Y: Are you stalking me? 

H: I heard your laugh 

•••

When he swore he wasn’t jealous when you bumped into each other at a frat party. You were with someone else. 

H: Who's the guy? 

Y: None of your business. Are you jealous? 

H: You wish 

H: I’m not the jealous type. 

That night when he’s pounding into you from behind, gripping onto your hair, he asks, “Who the hell was that guy?” 

“Just a friend,” you moan out as you hitch your leg over the bed. 

He slows down for a second, reaches over you, and kisses your neck, “I’m your friend.” 

“My only friend.” 

[forusomimiya]

Brasil!Hinata struggles to learn up to 4 different types of Brazilian dance. He invites his teammates and captain to spend a weekend in the country, and takes them on a tour of the most iconic places and clubs where Hinata used to show off his skills, returning home hand in hand with a girl or with phone numbers saved in his jeans.

Brasil!Hinata takes the boys to his favourite club, and meets you there. He introduces you to the others and offers you to go out on the dance floor when his favourite song comes on. You don't realise it, but the four men devour you with their eyes, watching you dance close to the red-haired man, pressing your ass against his cock, or hiding your face in his neck.

Nothing unusual for you two, but for them, it's so surprising and exciting at the same time that they're already beginning to suspect that you and Hinata have slept together before.

They were right.

Hinata beckons Atsumu, who is followed by Bokuto, and the two of them join you, leaving Hinata room for both men to corner you, one in front and one behind. You teach them easy steps, and they learn fast, too fast. By the time you realise it, the friction with Bokuto and Atsumu accelerates and your breathing hitches. They both cling closer to you, and their breaths, later turned into short and low moans, make your skin bristle. You're going to enjoy this.

"You should have presented this cutie to us earlier, Hinata"

"I knew you'd like tsum-tsum"

"She's literally driving me crazy with her movements" The music echoes in your ears but you keep hearing them praising you.

"Do you move this well in bed too?" You laugh. They're just as Hinata described them to you. Your arms wrap around the blond's neck and you reach for his crotch.

"How rude… what if you take me with you and I'll show it to you?" you notice Bokuto's giggle at your neck, who had started depositing kisses from your shoulder to the nape of your neck.

"How naughty…"

"I guess I'm not the only one who would like to see it" you turn your gaze to the two men who still remain seated on the couch with a slight but noticeable tent in their trousers, and with the collar of one of them's shirt slightly open, heated by the events that have transpired before their eyes. They want what you want.

"Well… let's see if we can't do something."

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Thanks to @i-purple-youx3 for putting this wonderful idea in my head 💜 I wish I could have spent more time on it, but I'll save it to write something more extensive in ao3 :P

Also I leave here a link to the song that I think might fit the dance scene (at least it helped me to write it, heh :P)

[fairlyang]

Pretty 🏹

w/c: 4K

pairing: kate bishop x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. meet up, slow build up, awkwardness x2, lil date, getting comfy w each other, teasing, stares, tension, making out, eating out, fingering

notes: I DELETED MY ACC LIKE A DUMBASS???? I WAS TRYNA DELETE ANOTHER ACC I MADE BUT ENDED UP DELETING BOTH?????? so now I’m gonna be reposting these and try to organize everything the way it was😀😀 this is gonna take ages oml I’m never gonna catch up on those drafts I had fml

Your friends had somehow convinced you to visit them at their university, you weren't up to it at first, mostly because you preferred staying to yourself and were introverted as one can be.

You kept your circle close knit and you didn't exactly have it in you to mingle with frat guys and sorority girls. But they reassured you it wasn't anything like that.

They said it was just a little archery competition and they were going to support your friend, Ella, who was apparently on the team. As well their new friend and there came the problem.

They quickly reassured you that she was just if not more awkward than you which at first offended you but then it relieved you a bit.

"I didn't even know they had archery clubs." You said making your friend Jazmin laugh.

"I guess it's like a 'if you know about it, you'll be in it' kinda thing." she says and shrugs.

You made your way to the archery center at the university and as soon as you walked in your friend Ella was up and in position.

You quietly close the door and go off to the stands as you felt the embarrassment surge through your body even if there was less than twenty people in the room.

Jazmin linked her arm to yours as you took a seat at the front row and watch as she steadily controlled her bow then shot the arrow and it went straight to the bullseye.

Damn.

She never exactly used a bow and arrow before but maybe she was just that talented, that she only needed a good two months to be good at it.

Definitely impressive.

Her second arrow was fast and made it into the bullseye, right next to the first.

You took a careful look at her hands and could tell from where you were sat that they were slightly shaking. You crossed your fingers and took a deep breath as if you were the one in her position.

She let go of the string and it was on the line right between the red and the yellow bullseye. Quiet murmurs emerged across the stands and to a table where there were the judges taking notes.

She gave them a nod then walked over to you guys as you give her a reassuring smile, "you did great!!" You whisper and she returns your smile.

"Really glad you came." She says and gives you a quick side hug before a girl walks in out of breath.

"S-sorry- sorry I'm late- but I-I'm here!" The mysterious girl in purple stammers and walks in, taking her position just like that.

Kate came in late because she overslept and scrambled at her apartment trying to find her bow, forgetting she left it at her chair by her dining table.

Right now she was regretting going to sleep so late and was dying of embarrassment but fought through it.

Suddenly you hear your friends whispering to you but you zoned out, not hearing a single word as you admired of pretty this girl was.

She had long dark hair that was in a high ponytail, and from where you were sat, the absolute pretty blue eyes. You only wish she were facing you just so you could stare into them.

She was wearing a purple archer jacket and you couldn't help but think how well the color suited her. She was drop dead gorgeous and you were slowly beginning not to regret visiting your friends.

You took notice of her stance, secure and grounded. Then looked at how she held her bow and she really looked like a professional. And then took a bit longe to stare at her biceps as she let go of the string and her first arrow was right in the middle of the bullseye.

She then immediately takes out her second arrow and quickly shoots it, and it lands right above her first.

Then again quickly grabs the third arrow and it went right in between both.

Your mouth was wide and eyes almost falling out of their sockets, could she get any better?

She then does a little bow to the judges and walks over to your group making your eyes get even more wide. Jazmin elbowed your side and wiggled her eyebrows at you before the girl sat down next to Eva and whispered something in her ear as you tried to just pay attention to the next girl.

But it was useless.

She was even prettier up close and you found it hard to believe that she was the one that was meant to be more awkward than you.

But then you remembered how she came in and it clicked a little.

Maybe she was a tiny bit awkward.

Suddenly the two girls to your right stand up and walk over to the judges. They give the four girls their respective medal and earn a round of applause from the stands.

Both girls go back to you and Jazmin with their medals around their neck. Eva with a silver one and the mystery girl with a gold one.

You hug Eva then let Jazmin give her one as well when you turn to the brunette and give her a small smile, "you were great out there."

She chuckles and waves you off before sheepishly grinning, "It was alright. Not my best work but thank you..."

Eva then cuts in and smiles at you both, "This is our Y/n! The one we were telling you about."

She said it in a tone that was almost to familiar-

Oh she was definitely trying to put you on-

Well at least this time it was with a gorgeous girl, the last time she tried to put you on with a random girl she knew for a solid hour.

"This is our new friend Kate Bishop!" Eva introduces and you nod, turning to look at Kate.

"It's nice to meet you." You say with a small smile, sticking your hand out for her to shake.

"Ditto." She says and shakes your hand softly.

Ditto? She thought to herself.

She knew she could do better but her brain was all over the place after running all over campus to get here. And now she had to focus when her new friends were introducing her to the most gorgeous girl she's ever laid her eyes on?

Impossible.

You swore you felt a shock as soon as her hand touched yours. And she felt the same.

You pull away, giving her another smile before she awkwardly pulls away. "So uh you're just visiting for the day?" She asks out of curiosity and you shrug.

"Maybe I'll stay for longer..." you made your poor attempt at flirting hoping she'd take the bait and she did.

Kate felt her cheeks heat up as she nodded, trying to act so casual but your friends could see right through you both.

They looked at each other then back to you both, who were staring at each other in awe. Jazmin quickly jumped on the opportunity to help you, "Oh shit- Eva, we completely forgot about our uh early midterm today!"

You quickly turned to look at her in confusion as Eva gives her the same look before Jazmin elbowed her. "Oh yeah!! Sorry Y/n we gotta go- but you guys can do something. Right?" She says, finally catching on and points to you and Kate.

You gulp and shrug, "well we can do something if you'd like- if you're not too busy I mean." You say quietly almost avoiding her gaze but you really wanted to see how'd she react.

She chuckles and nods, trying her hardest to keep her cool. "I'm totally down. Have you had lunch yet?"

You shake your head and she grins, "I know the perfect spot. I hope you like bagels."

——

You ended up walking to a nearby little cafe off campus. And she swore to you, it'd be the best lunch/breakfast you'd ever have.

So you let her choose what'd you eat, fully trusting the pretty girl's judgement.

And it was probably the best decision you ever made.

You practically moaned after your first bite, it was perfect. The perfect amount of chewy and crunchy.

It had a sunny side up egg, lots of bacon and cheese. She had the same thing but also ordered a regular bagel with cream cheese on it because "you can't go wrong with the original" according to Kate anyway.

"I told you!" She says with a laugh in awe of your reaction.

You were just so pretty in her eyes, she was also nervous when she found out she was going to meet someone new. But after meeting you and talking for an hour, she felt a sense of tranquility. You were so easy to talk to and she felt like she could just sit and talk to you for hours on end.

"You were right." You mumble still chewing which just makes Kate laugh.

"Finish chewing! We don't want ya to choke now, do we?" She teases, hee voice sounding huskier and you almost do choke but you took a quick sip of your coffee which helped you out.

You clear you throat and feel a shiver run down your throat, why did that do something to you?

Kate just sheepishly grins at you, knowing you caught on to her unexpected little double entendres. She couldn't help it.

Sometimes her confidence came in and would really make her more upfront. Plus that little moan got her slightly curious and excited.

She nervously chuckled and leans back into her chair, "you wouldn't happen to um wanna go to a charity auction with me? Tonight?"

The smile on your face appeared so quickly you couldn't stop it, "I'd love to!"

"Give me your number and I'll come pick you up." She says handing you her phone.

You grab it and quickly type in your number before adding a little heart next to your name. You hand it back to her and grab your bagel to get another bite but first replying back, "what's the dress code like?"

You take a bite and she hums, thinking of how to say it direct. "Well let's just say it's gonna be a whole bunch of rich people. A total bore." She says and rolls her eyes as you finishing chewing.

"But that's why you'll be joining me, to keep me from sleeping the whole time." She jokes making you laugh.

"So I'm only meant to keep you awake huh?" You tease and she shrugs.

"I'm sure you'll keep me entertained." She teased back and you bite your lip then shrug.

"Maybe I will."

——

As soon as you got to your apartment you spammed the groupchat and wrote an abundance of random letters and symbols. To what would look like gibberish to any normal human being, just looked completely normal to your two best friends.

Especially considering they instantly knew you two would get along greatly. They were right and were ecstatic to hear she technically asked you out.

But now you weren't sure what to wear. You had limited resources and needed something that would help you fit in.

Then it hit you.

You had a formal dress, a long dark purple off shoulder dress that had a slip on the left thigh. It was perfect, and quite literally the only good option.

You slipped it on and it was a perfect fit.

It fit your body like a glove and accentuated your curves beautifully. You looked elegant and you only prayed Kate would also be wearing something good.

Your heart skipped a beat just thinking about her looking all fancy and pretty.

Suddenly your phone rings making you jump but you quickly answer it, "hello?"

"Hey it's Kate! I'll be there in five minutes." She says and your bulge out of their sockets as you run to your dresser needing to put at least a tiny bit of makeup.

"Sounds good! I'm almost ready!" You say nervously and put her on speaker as you choose colors from an eyeshadow palette to match your dress.

"Uh huh... you sure do sound ready." Her voices teases, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Well what if I told you I was outside your place right now?" She asked and you almost scream. Almost.

"Well I uh- I'd say just give me a sec to put on my shoes!" You say nervously while now applying some brown to your eyelids as fast but carefully as you could.

"Mhmm.." her voice drops down and it made you even more nervous.

She sounded so good.

But she also wanted to test out the waters. And another thing that gave her more confidence was when she wore a suit. It was like her very own superpower.

"Getting all pretty for me?" She asks and you stop, eye wide, face immediately heating up.

You were silent for a few seconds not sure how to respond knowing damn well that's exactly what you were doing but you ultimately decided to play along.

"Maybe...." You say setting your brushes down and walking over to your bed where you left your most comfortable black heels.

"Well I just can't wait to see you." She murmurs and you feel a familiar heat shoot down to your core as your body shook at her words.

She sounded really good.

"Me either." You breathe out and put your heels on each foot.

It was insane how fast a stranger could make you so nervous so fast. You felt you could just melt into a puddle at her words. And the tone she'd use them.

There was no way she didn't know what she was doing.

Of fucking course Kate knew what she was doing.

She couldn't even believe she was doing it but ever since she first laid her eyes on you, she knew she wanted you.

You were just so sweet and funny. She didn't see that too often especially with her busy schedule but she was happy to see it now. "I'm actually outside now." She says and you mutter curses under your breath.

You grab a clutch from your closet and put your keys inside before turning off the lights and running towards the front door. "Okay I'll be right out!" You chirp and open your front door then close it behind you, making sure to lock it.

You then grab the tail of your dress and run towards the elevator not wanting to waste anymore time. The excitement cursing through your veins as you had no clue how the night was going to end up.

It opens up and you quickly press the button as the doors closed shut and descended. You tapped your heel on the floor, your patience running thin.

Then the doors open and you run towards the front door ignoring the stares of the people in the lobby. You then walk out of the building to be greeted with the sight of Kate in an all black suit, leaning against her car.

You stopped in your tracks and subconsciously licked your lips as you looked her up and down. She was doing the same exact thing, she couldn't keep her eyes off you.

"Wow- you look- wow-" she whispers and chuckles.

Then she steps up to you, offering you her hand which you gladly accept. She then walks you over to the passenger seat and opens up the door for you, as well as helped you get in.

Your stomach was practically erupting of butterflies, you'd never felt such a strong connection like this and it all happened so fast.

She closed the door and jogged over to the drivers seat. She then stepped inside and once she closed the door she turned to look at you.

Her cheeks were rosy and you noticed she had some of her hair clipped up, but left her bangs out. They were curled and reached her chin. Her pretty blue eyes were sparkling and look so much better up close like you had predicted. She looked incredible.

"You clean up really nice Katie." You compliment while shamelessly looking down at her lips.

"You do too...." She murmurs and was admiring how pretty your lips looked.

And lonely-

"So how long are you holding me captive?" You joke simply unable to read the room because it just made you even more nervous.

"For as long as I can keep you for." She says with a slight smirk tugging her lips.

——

The car ride was short and sweet. You both were flirting the entire time and you swore you could cut the sexual tension with a toothpick. 

The way she was looking at you made you weak at the knees and you were ready to quite literally melt in a puddle beneath her at any given moment.

So when you arrived at some grand hotel and she snaked her arm around your waist not only did you almost squeal but you did grin like a little kid at a candy shop.

Kate was growing more and more bold by the second. As soon as you hit the floor where the auction was being held, she would not let you go. You were stuck by her forcibly but you didn't mind a bit.

And after you both had a one singular drink, you were getting a little handsy and she didn't mind at all.

So it really wasn't a surprise when she dragged you into a random room she found was unlocked just to spend time with you alone in a more "intimate setting" as she put it.

"I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." She murmured as she led you to the bed in the middle of the hotel room.

"You're not too bad yourself." You coo and wrap your arms behind her neck.

Hers were firmly on your waist as the back of your legs hit the end of the bed. "Are you sure you want to-"

"Yes-" you interrupt and crash your lips onto hers without a second thought.

She kissed back immediately and gently put you on the bed as she climbed on top of you, your lips never disconnecting.

Your hands went to play with her hair as hers went to your jaw and moving down your body. She pressed her body against yours and you couldn't help the moan that escaped which Kate took advantage of and slipped her tongue into your mouth.

Throughout the clashes of tongues, your mind was all over the place. First thought was that she's an incredible kisser and the next disappeared as you felt her rub her leg against your covered cunt.

She was working fast and already desperately needed a taste. She knew you'd taste as good as you were beautiful.

She rubbed her knee gently against you making you whimper and squirm under her. Bucking your hips up, craving and needing more.

"Kate please-" you plead, looking into her eyes silently begging but it wasn't enough.

"Tell me what you need angel." She coos and you shiver, squeezing your thighs but she tuts.

"Nuh uh sweet girl. You just gotta tell me what you need." She murmurs and you whimper again.

"Y-your mouth-" you breathe out and she nods.

"Not so hard was it?" She teased making you whine but then she slides down your body making your heart race.

She gets between your legs and spread them, moving your dress so she can have full access to you. "So pretty angel." She purrs and rubs a single finger against your already soaked slit.

"And already so wet. Aww you're just a needy girl aren't you baby?" She coos, blue eyes boring into yours as you nod eagerly.

"Couldn't help it, could you?" She teases and your shake your head.

She was driving you absolutely insane.

Such a big tease and it only made you want her more.

"Katie please- I need to feel your mouth-" you plead and she nods.

"I've got you angel, you just relax your pretty little head alright?" She whispers and moves your panties to the side then wraps her arms around your thighs.

She then licks a strip from your folds and up to your clit. You shiver and let out a small moan, fully expecting her to tease you some more but she thankfully didn't.

Then she fully dives in, devouring your cunt and licking up your juices already feeling obsessed with your taste. You moan out and lay your head back but then lift it back up to watch as she eats you out.

Her eyes were already fixed on you, loving how pretty you looked when you moaned and god those beautiful moans were pure music to her ears.

And you tasted like heaven on earth. All Kate was thinking was how often she could get you to visit her on campus because she knew she'd miss your taste.

You wrapped your hands into her hair, moving it out of her face as she came up to start sucking on your clit. You moan out then immediately whimper as she slides a finger inside, your slick already enveloping her digit. "Fuck!" You whimper and buck your hips against her face.

She slowly started pumping her finger in, making sure you were comfortable first before quickly changing pace and fucking you faster to hear you moan louder. She buried her face into your cunt, not having enough, and wishing she had a dick.

Or that she thought of putting her strap on before leaving her apartment.

You were a whiny little mess for her and you felt your walls clench against Kate's finger which just felt so humiliating. One finger?

You knew you could do better than that but she was just doing such a good job, your poor little cunt couldn't help it.

But she made it less humiliating for you by adding a second finger and immediately started fucking you faster without waiting. Having no patience at all she just wanted to watch you cum, to hear all the desperate little pleas you'd let out when you're close to your orgasm.

The room was filled with the sounds of your arousal and your moans, all Kate needed to leave her boxers a drenched mess.

But she wasn't worried about herself right now, she didn't even expect anything from you. She just wanted a taste of you for her own pleasure.

"Kate- oh fuck- fuck yes please!" You moaned and Kate started curling her fingers up, making sure to hit your sweet spot that'll have you cumming around her fingers in no time.

You already felt your orgasm approaching and you tugged on her hair, practically shoving her deeper in your cunt but it was just what you so desperately needed. "Katie-"

"Oh fuck- fuck-" you breathe out and watch her suck on your clit hungrily, as her fingers pumped into you faster and deeper.

You felt your thighs begin to shake and you were dripping all over her fingers then you felt a wave of pleasure hit you like a tidal wave and you swore you could see stars.

You cried out for Kate as she slowed down, letting you ride out your high as she felt her wetness seep through her boxers. And possibly into her dress pants.

She then pulled her mouth away from you and slowly pulled her fingers out. They came out of you and your juices made their way down your asshole driving Kate insane.

But first she climbed up and laid down next to you, opening her arms as a silent offering which you happily took. You calmed your breathing and laid in her arms, against her chest hearing the loud of thumping of her heart while she rubbed along your back and leaving soft kisses to your head.

[sweetmage]

Happy Friday! How do you feel about a bit of Purple Mage M!Hawke/Anders/Justice and some "Reopening an Old Wound," either literally or metaphorically?

Hiii! Thank you so much for the prompt, I really enjoyed writing this one <3 Justice is more of an influence on Anders' thoughts/opinions than a direct presence in this (save for a few mentions) but I think it fits the prompt otherwise! Also, it totally got away from me, I couldn't resist falling into love confession territory 😆💖Thank you again!

@dadrunkwriting -- Rating: M Word Count: 5325 Characters: Anders, Hawke, Sebastian (mentioned) Trigger/Content Warnings: Brief canon typical mention of past abuse and sexual assault (with regards to the Circle), Sebastian critical (in the context of the story and Anders' feelings/opinions) Tags: Supportive Mage Hawke, past trauma, emotional hurt/comfort, banter and teasing, love confessions, innuendos, suggestive flirting, making out, insecurities, reassurance, crying, venting session, bed sharing, spending the night, falling in love.

Summary: After an insensitive confrontation from Sebastian rubbed him raw and a trip to the Hanged Man and Blooming Rose failed to soothe the hurt, Anders began to wander the streets and accidentally found himself on Hawke's doorstep...

Based on this Sebastian & Anders banter (imgur link)

Anders must have been the first man alive to ever leave a whorehouse unsatisfied. Even there he hadn't found respite from his troubled thoughts, only disappointment, discomfort, and a considerably lighter coin purse.

Though the arrogant prick had up and left hours ago, Anders could still feel his words like a dagger in his gut, lodged so tight even drink and fair company couldn't dull the ache.

He hated Sebastian, that spoiled princeling with a silver spoon shoved so far up his ass he could surely taste the metal. He was everything wrong with the Chantry personified; a zealot who hid his privilege beneath a veneer of piety and poverty while turning his eyes from the rot beneath his feet.

Of course he couldn't understand Anders' anger or grasp the depths of despair mages lived in every day, the fear that had been the cornerstone of his—every mage's—existence from the moment he'd first manifested magic.

The fact that that sanctimonious bastard dared even ask if something happened there, as though the reality all around him didn't speak for itself—it made him want to spit.

At this rate, he should have returned home but he'd lost track of the hours, drunk and aimless as he wandered through the city streets. He hadn't realized which turns he'd taken, how many steps he'd climbed until he found himself standing on a familiar doorstep, fingers hesitating at the knocker.

It was late, well past the hour he should be troubling Hawke, but when he tried to turn and go he found his body refusing to listen. Instead, his fingers wrapped around the cool metal of the knocker and knocked softly, regretting the action as soon as the sound echoed through the silence.

Retreating with a step back and another to follow, he was already turning to go when the door swung open and Hawke stood there, sleep-tousled and in a half-tied robe that hung loosely off the shoulder.

Anders' tongue seemed to swell and lodge itself at the back of his throat and his further attempts at escape landed him sprawled unceremoniously against the pavement at the bottom of the steps.

"What in the—" Hawke's hands were suddenly upon him, rolling him over onto his back and hauling him to his feet, his strong arms steadying him. "Anders?"

"I didn't mean to wake you," Anders muttered, the words spilling from his lips without conscious thought as he brushed the dirt from his coat. "I'm sorry. I'm going."

Hawke's hand caught his wrist and held him back. "Anders. Come inside."

"No, I shouldn't. I need to get back. I just, I didn't know where else to go. But I shouldn't have bothered you. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm fine." He tugged at his wrist and was surprised when Hawke held firm.

"You show up at my doorstep at Maker-knows-what hour, falling all over yourself and trying to run off into the night and I'm supposed to believe you're fine?"

Anders' gaze fell to the hand around his wrist, unable to meet Hawke's eyes. Against his better judgment, he said nothing, the silence stretching on long enough that Hawke sighed and dragged him into the house.

He didn't have the will or energy to fight it, following without a word of protest or resistance, allowing himself to be led through the quiet manor up to Hawke's bedroom.

"You didn't drop by to borrow a cup of sugar," Hawke noted, gesturing for him to have a seat at the desk or on the bed. Anders chose the desk. "Why are you here?"

Anders thought long and hard about the question only to come to an unsatisfactory answer. "I don't know."

"Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

"I thought you said Justice disapproved."

Anders shrugged, picking up the closest thing to him—a letter opener—and flipping it between his fingers, spinning it round and round, back and forth, his eyes glued to the movement of the blade. "I guess he's out for the night." It was meant to be a joke but he didn't have it in him and it slipped right over Hawke's head.

"Huh... So what happened? Trouble at the clinic?"

"No. I haven't been back today," he answered, shaking his head.

"After your little spat with Seb, you mean?" He asked the question in a casual, offhand way as though it wasn't a big deal, just a little squabble among travelmates.

Anders didn't answer, but the mention of Sebastian's name made his knuckles whiten around the blade’s grip.

"I should have said something," Hawke admitted, leaning back against the door and crossing his arms. "I didn't expect it to get so ugly."

"It's not your job to fight my battles for me." He looked up at him for a moment, then quickly turned away.

"I don't get paid to do a lot of things," Hawke replied. "Never stopped me before. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

"You'd face his wrath, listen to him prattle on just for the warmth and fuzziness of it all?" His lip quirked slightly, momentarily diverted from his woes as he regarded his friend dubiously.

"Everyone needs a hobby." He pushed himself off the wall to join Anders by the desk, settling himself on the edge and looking down upon him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly," he said, not entirely truthfully. It would be all too easy to let it spill forth—his worries and fears and frustrations—but it felt selfish. It was easier to turn his sights to the plight of others, to bear the pain of the downtrodden in place of his own and forget that he, too, could hurt.

"So you came here just to brood at my desk and play with my things?"

“Apparently," he murmured. Returning the opener to its proper place, Anders instead ran his hands idly along the smooth edge of the desk. "I'm sorry. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I didn't have some grand plan in mind. I didn't mean to come here."

"And yet, here you are. If you didn't want to see me, there's a few other people in Kirkwall you could have dropped in on. Washed up Orlesian chevaliers. Carta dwarves. That crazy guy who hangs out under the stairs. You picked me. What does that say about you, I wonder?"

"That I have poor taste and a penchant for trouble?" Anders guessed.

"I was going more for 'he needs someone who cares' but that's a close second."

Smiling ruefully, Anders shook his head, his hair slipping from behind his ear. Hawke reached over to brush it aside, tucking the loose locks gently back where they belonged. Quietly, Anders turned to look at him, eyes tracing his friend's features in the dim candlelight as his hand lingered at his jaw a moment too long.

"I'm awake now and my ears are all yours so why not talk? It might make you feel better."

It might... It just seemed so unnecessary when there were far greater concerns in Kirkwall to address. Yet he found himself regretting that last drink, the one that now had the words resting heavy on the tip of his tongue, begging for freedom.

"Anders?"

"He asked me if something happened to me in the Circle. If I was angry about it. The very fact that he could even ask that..." He scoffed and turned away. "The nerve of it..."

"Did something happen to you?" Hawke asked, his tone soft and low. Somehow on his lips—a mage, a friend—it sounded less prying than when Sebastian had asked it.

"Something happens to a lot of us. That's how things are in a Circle. They take your life from you, tell you what to think and how to behave. They force mages into isolation, separate them from everything and everyone they've ever loved and they're told it's for their own safety, that they're only helping. Then they do a lot worse than that, they have all these pretty words to dress that up, to make them believe that what they're going through is just a natural consequence of being born who they are." He felt Justice stirring at the thought and tried to quash his emotions before they could spark something bigger.

"I didn't ask about the other mages, though. I asked about you."

An odd feeling rose within him—like a spotlight had been trained upon him, the only man in a dark room. He shifted, suddenly uncomfortable under the scrutiny. "Yes. No. Sort of. It doesn't matter."

Hawke seemed dissatisfied with his answer, his lips pursed and head cocked slightly to one side. "It doesn't sound like you were very ‘fortunate’," he remarked of Anders' early statements, the words he'd used to dismiss Sebastian's questions.

'It's not about being beaten or raped by a templar— that does happen, but I've been fortunate.'

His own words played over in his mind, a barrier he'd erected between himself and the truth. That it kept Sebastian out as well was just a bonus. He'd spent so long building his defenses, fortifying himself in the way required to stand for others, but Hawke's steady, caring gaze was chipping away at them.

"I was fortunate to escape," he conceded, his words halting and reluctant. "Most don't. They still face that threat every day."

"So that's what happened to you? Raped and beaten? And everything else you were on about?"

He had met few people less tactful than Hawke, but something about the way he put aside his mask of charm and humor and just said the things others danced around was oddly comforting. He was trying and that was more than many had done for Anders.

"I don't really want to talk about this," he answered quietly, not meeting his gaze.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

Anders felt the prickle of tears at the corners of his eyes and the heat rising in his face and hated both. "It doesn't matter," he said, trying and failing to keep his voice even. "It was a long time ago."

"Maybe. It doesn't make it hurt any less, does it?"

"No. It doesn't. I haven't told anyone except for Justice. He... saw it. When he joined with me. Everything that happened over decades in a split second. But then we couldn't speak to each other anymore. So the only one that knows now is..." He looked down at his hands, flexing the fingers as though they weren't his own. "I shouldn't have put that on you. I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything..."

Without preamble, Hawke lowered himself from the desk and placed his hands upon Anders' shoulders and pulled him forward, wrapping his arms around him in an awkward but sincere embrace.

Anders stiffened in surprise, uncertain how to react at first. After a moment, though, he gave in, leaning into Hawke and letting his arms circle his waist, hands fisting at the back of his robes as his emotions began to spill forth, a quiet sob wracking his body before he could stifle it.

Hawke's hand cradled the back of his head, his fingers slipping into his hair. He graciously said nothing, simply holding Anders as the dam broke and his years of pain and suffering found release.

He had never wished to distract from the bigger picture, to center himself in a fight that was not his alone, but he knew that Hawke saw the root of what he was fighting for. Was it so wrong, then, to let him see a glimpse of the man beneath the cause?

Anders didn't know, but it felt good to be seen, to be understood.

"Feel better?" Hawke asked, breaking the silence between them when Anders finally pulled back.

He was embarrassed at his outburst, at the damp patch of tears upon Hawke's shoulder, but there was no mocking in his friend's eyes, no judgment or disgust, just simple compassion. "A bit. Thank you."

"My pleasure. I mean, not my actual pleasure, obviously. I didn't enjoy watching you cry, I just—you know what? Nevermind." He cleared his throat, straightening his house robe and looking away.

Anders smiled, a small, fleeting thing, and wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his coat. "You're a good friend, Hawke. I'm not sure what I've done to— I mean, you're just... you're a good man."

"Be still, my beating heart," Hawke muttered, putting a hand to his chest as though overwhelmed by the flattery. And perhaps he was, his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink and a sheepish smile upon his lips. "Don't go getting all sentimental on me or I'll be the next one to wind up in tears."

"Well if you need a shoulder..."

"Those do look pretty soft," Hawke teased, gesturing to the plumage that adorned Anders' coat. "I'm going to have to take you up on that sometime."

"Anytime," Anders said, chuckling lightly.

"So, would you prefer the bed or the floor?"

The question left him feeling off-kilter, unsure whether Hawke was making a joke or asking legitimately. He hesitated a moment, considering, then realized it was probably a bit silly to think too hard about it if he was being genuine.

"I think the cots in my clinic are just fine, thank you."

"Seriously, Anders? Still trying to scamper off? After all that? We've hugged and everything!"

"And that means you think I should share your bed now?"

"I never mentioned anything about sharing," Hawke replied, his brows arching.

"A-ah..." Anders felt the heat rise in his cheeks, his heart picking up a notch. "I suppose you didn't." Standing quickly, he tried not to seem too hasty as he turned for the door. "Still, it's late and I'm sobering up so—"

Hawke's hand closed around his wrist, stopping him again. "Stay."

"What?"

"Here. Tonight. With me. Stay."

It was hard not to notice how close Hawke was, standing a scant inch from him, the scent of him filling his senses. His eyes fell to his lips and then he tore his gaze away, his face hot, pulse racing.

He knew he shouldn't get any closer, but the night had already gotten away from him and his thoughts were still hazy, clouded with alcohol and emotion.

"It's a long walk, the sun will be up before you get back to Darktown and you've had quite a bit to drink. It's better you stay here. And... I'd miss you, if you left."

Anders looked at Hawke, at his kind, earnest expression and could not find it in himself to say no. "You do so much for me. I don't know how to thank you."

"Try getting a solid eight to ten hours of sleep for once and we'll call it even," he replied, only half-teasing.

"Ten? I haven't even slept for more than six since..." He sighed, not even knowing how long he'd been undersleeping to allow for more work time. But if that was all Hawke was asking then it was hardly an unreasonable request. "Alright."

"Good." Releasing his wrist, Hawke took a step back, removing himself from Anders' personal space. "Do you need anything? Food? Water?"

"No, I'll be alright. Sleep does sound nice. I'll just go hang up my coat and—"

"Ah. Right. You need something to sleep in. Hold tight a moment." He strode across the room and rifled through his wardrobe, returning a few moments later with a loose house robe. "It's probably a bit too big but it's better than nothing. There's a basin in the corner if you want to wash up. Or you can use the tub downstairs, it's big enough for a family. Not that you need that, unless you have an interesting story to tell. Not that it's any of my business if you do." He held the robe out to him and Anders took it, amused at his rambling. He seemed almost... nervous? Or perhaps the hour was getting to him.

"I'll make do with the basin, thanks," he said, reluctant to dally any longer than necessary lest he lose his nerve and get the urge to flee again.

"Of course." Hawke smiled, gesturing vaguely towards the washbasin and turning away for Anders' privacy.

He dipped behind the divider and stripped down to his smalls, performing a quick, perfunctory wash before redressing in the robe Hawke had provided. To say they were too large would be a vast understatement, his slender frame was all but swallowed up by the oversized garment. He flushed, tugging self-consciously at the hem as he emerged.

As expected, Hawke wore an amused grin the moment his eyes fell upon him, just barely withholding a snicker at his expense.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up," Anders grumbled, though he couldn't help but return the smile, his amusement proved infectious.

"Oh, I'm going to, don't even worry," he said, his laughter bubbling over. "Maker, I ought to feed you come morning, you could use a few good meals. You're practically swimming in that robe."

As though even a few meals would fill him out this much. "I eat fine, Hawke," he grumbled in retort. But, for all his eye-rolling, he was somewhat endeared by the sentiment behind Hawke's teasing. It was an oddly domestic scene and Anders was loathe to admit a part of him was enjoying it.

"Sure you do. And I'm the king of Ferelden. Now come on, bed's over here." Hawke moved from his spot beside the desk to pull back the bedcovers and gestured for Anders to climb in. "So... what you said before, the thing about us sharing...?" As soon as the words fled his lips he looked mortified, as though he hadn't meant to actually ask them.

"Hawke..." Anders stared at him, brow quirked and a faint flush rising in his cheeks. "I wasn't serious about that. I just thought that's what you were saying—"

Hawke looked stricken and pale, a nervous sheen forming upon his brow. "Right. No, I know. I just... Forget it. Nevermind. Just... you can have the bed." Backing away he began to retreat towards the door. "I'll take the chaise."

"Hawke, wait." Anders laid a hand upon his shoulder before he could think better of it and, after a deep breath he exhaled with a chuckle. "Point taken, I see how you feel when I'm trying to make a break for it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to— It wasn't that I was trying to run from you, it's just— Maker's balls, can I form a single coherent sentence?" He ran a hand down over his weary features. "Look, you're very tired and very vulnerable and a little drunk so I shouldn't have said anything. I was being an ass. And after what you told me tonight... I don't want to be another person you have to be afraid of."

Anders was silent for a moment, his hand still upon Hawke's shoulder while he mulled his words. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't reel in the scowl that darkened his features even when Hawke's expression shifted in response. He let his hand drop, though not his gaze. "What? Now that I've poured out my heart, you think I'm just going to fall apart on you? Don't make me regret opening up to you. I don't want to be treated differently because of it. I can't stand that."

Where Anders had expected more pity and floundering, he instead found relief in Hawke's expression, followed by a soft smile. "Thank the bloody Maker. You have no idea how terrible I am at the whole 'walking on eggshells' song and dance." He let out a deep, tension-breaking sigh.

"You've made that clear." His lips twitched into a brief, wry smile before returning Hawke's honesty with a bit of his own. "I appreciate you trying. Really. It’s meant the world to me to still have you here at my side after everything. I've never had a friend like you before. Maker knows what I'd do without you." He was thankful he was sobering because the more he spoke, the closer he found himself to a confession he'd rather not make.

"Probably have a lot fewer people trying to kill you," Hawke mused.

"Or a lot more. Or I'd already be ashes in the pyre. Either way, I'm glad I have you with me." He managed a half-smile, shrugging the robe further up his shoulder though it was a losing battle. "But enough of that. It's late and someone was telling me I need a solid ten hours of sleep." Stepping around Hawke, he climbed into the bed and slid beneath the covers. The sheets were sinfully comfortable—unlike anything he'd known in his clinic, the circle, or even the Keep—and his weary body was already melting into the mattress, eager for rest. A shame, then, that his mind was set to racing again as Hawke climbed in beside him.

"I assume this is back on the table then?" He asked, settling in so close Anders could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the subtle floral of his hair as it fell and fanned half off of his pillow and half onto Anders'.

He'd forgotten the question entirely the moment it reached his ears. "Sorry?" He asked, shaking his head slightly.

"Sorry?" Hawke echoed, lids lowered groggily or perhaps even sultry as he watched Anders over the short space between them. "Are you cold? You're shaking something fierce."

Was he? He hadn't noticed, his whole body had gone stiff at Hawke's closeness and he hadn't been able to feel much of anything else since. But Hawke's fingers upon his arm were proof enough that it wasn't just a flight of fancy, that he hadn't imagined that Hawke was looking at him in such a way. "Oh," he murmured, drawing his limbs inward and willing his heart to calm. "Yes. A bit."

And it was only then that he noticed Hawke's arm moving across his pillow. His fingers were slow and steady, deliberate as they inched towards the back of his neck until Anders, unable to help himself, moved in towards the contact. He rested his cheek against Hawke's upper arm, face pressed into his shoulder as Hawke's fingers continued up and threaded into his hair, combing lightly through the loose locks. He lay still as a stone, wondering if Hawke was feeling every heavy thud of his heart, when he'd realize what he was doing and who it was he was with and recoil, but the moments ticked by and he did no such thing.

"Hawke?" He lifted his head from his arm to meet his eyes, only to find himself drowning in those warm pools of amber, the breath caught in his lungs. Anders' lips parted and the words fell forth before he could stop them: "You don't know what you're doing, what you're risking." They were the same words he'd told himself time and again, ones he'd used to distance himself from others, from temptation. Yet, there in the quiet intimacy of Hawke's bed, they sounded hollow and false. "You deserve better than the ruin I will bring you."

"Why did you come here tonight?" Hawke asked him softly. "To me. Why didn't you go to Varric? Isabela? Why didn't you go home?"

The words did not come easy, filtered through a thousand lies he wished to tell. In the end, however, he could not. Not to him. "I only feel like myself when I'm with you. Like I'm alive and can face anything. Like anything matters. Like I matter." He felt more exposed now than he had in Hawke's robe, his heart laid bare before him. Dangerous confessions they were, and yet, they tasted sweet on his tongue. "I wasn't lying when I said I didn't mean to come here. But that's worse, like my heart knew what my head couldn't."

"You speak to me like that then expect me to let you go?"

"You should," he whispered. "I can't give you what you deserve—"

"Then give me what I want," he countered, though Anders did not know which he spoke of—a night, a future—and feared asking for clarification lest it all be dashed to bits. "No... what you want. It's your call," he murmured, fingers slipping from his hair and across Anders' cheek as he withdrew his hand.

What he wanted... dare he even put words to it? A simple touch, the taste of Hawke's lips upon his own, to hear his name whispered in the dark as the morning came. These things were selfish, and yet... perhaps there was nothing so wrong with that now and again. Was it wrong to want another shoulder to share the weight of the world with? He'd been fighting alone for so long...

His body moved before he'd made any conscious decision, his eyes locked upon Hawke's mouth. He thought he saw Hawke swallow, but there was no resistance when he moved forward, no flinch of surprise. His fingers splayed across Hawke's jaw, holding him there as their lips came together in the briefest, softest contact. "Andraste, help us both... I love you, Hawke," he murmured, voice hoarse with longing. "I have not slept soundly a night since I met you because I know you'll await me in my dreams and nothing can sate the ache in me when I wake without you there."

Hawke stayed silent long enough for Anders to start counting the seconds, wondering if perhaps he'd misstepped, but he didn't need to worry long. "It felt nice. Kissing you. I liked that," Hawke said finally. A blush crept over his cheeks, just visible in the lowlight. "Kiss me more? Please?" he added, his thumb brushing the stubble along Anders' jaw. "If you're sure it's not wrong."

It was a question that deserved an answer but all he could think was 'finally', his body closing the remaining distance between them with fervent abandon. His lips sought Hawke's and were greeted with no opposition, Hawke's fingers tangling back into his hair to draw him deeper. Hawke's lips parted beneath his and Anders tasted him, tongue slipping inside and exploring him for the first time. He tasted like sunlight and summer and everything he'd been missing in life. He couldn't help the soft, breathy sighs he spilled into Hawke's lips, his fingers clutching desperately at his robe, afraid if he let go he'd wake again like always.

"Maker, Anders..." Hawke's breath shuddered over the name, his chest rising and falling heavily. "I don't know how to love you right, but I love you. I love you so much," he whispered between frantic kisses, the words Anders longed for so badly falling from those precious lips.

Hawke wanted him, loved him... Anders wanted to sob for joy, his heart filled to burst from those words. "You love me... I could ask no more of you." He was shaking again, he realized, but it was alright. Hawke seemed receptive to every trembling touch, every whimper and sigh, every unspoken request to hold Anders closer and never let him go.

Anders was all but ready to have him here and now when Hawke began to slow the pace back to something tame, drawing him back with a few pecks at his lips. Then, he released him completely and settled back onto the pillow, a faint sheen of sweat upon his brow.

"Sorry," Hawke said, his breath coming in soft pants. "We should... slow down."

Anders let out a faint sigh of his own, a flicker of disappointment igniting inside him, but he tried not to let it show. "Sorry..."

"What are you sorry for?" Hawke asked with a soft laugh, a flush rising on his cheeks as his eyes ran over Anders' face and lips, looking at him in such a way it sent his heart racing once again. "I just thought: Why disappoint you now when I could disappoint you twice as much later? And for twice as long."

"You want to later? With me?"

"Disappoint you and forever change how you look at me?" Hawke asked, a smile touching his lips. "I'd be a complete idiot to pass up that opportunity."

"I didn't mean—I mean, I'd only be let down if you weren't serious," Anders admitted, glancing away from him for a moment. "I don't want to play with your heart, but I hope you won't play with mine either. Maybe it's best you sleep on it. Before you cast your life aside, put yourself in the Chantry's sights..." He was reluctant to bring reality back into a moment so blissful, but he needed Hawke to understand. "No one has done for mages what you have done, few understand our plight like you. So you know what it's like for people like us, the risks you'd be taking for loving me. It's dangerous when you have something you are afraid to lose. They can use that against you. If the Templars hurt you for this, for me, I'd—"

"Hard to argue with that logic," Hawke cut in, waving him into silence. "In that case, I suppose I'd better tell Mother to find a new place. And I'll leave Marian near the road in a crate marked 'for free'... assuming I can find one her size. And Dog is probably smart enough to make his own way, he already loves to eat rubbish so I'm sure he'll manage."

"Excuse me?" Anders asked, blinking owlishly.

"Wouldn't want the Templars coming for anyone I love so it's best I put them out first, right?" He gave him a light, knowing smile that belied his deadpan delivery.

Heat crept to his cheeks and realization struck, a twinge of embarrassment coursing through him. "Well when you say it like that it sounds ridiculous."

"Praise the Maker, you're catching on." He cupped Anders' jaw, running a thumb lightly across his lip. "Let them try to take you from me."

He shivered at the promise, the protective gleam in Hawke's eye. "You really mean that." It wasn't a question, he could read the conviction in his face. "Thank you."

"Will you sleep now?" He asked, shifting closer to him to tuck his face into the crook of his neck, his beard scratching pleasantly at the tender skin. "It's less awkward if we both go instead of me snoring in the middle of you pouring your heart out."

"Yes, love." It felt nice upon his tongue, natural and right as though it had always been waiting there.

"Mmm, that sounds nice." Hawke pressed a chaste peck to the corner of his jaw and he could feel his smile there. "Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight," he said softly back, wrapping his arms around his love. He listened as Hawke's breathing slowed and steadied as he fell to slumber. He almost didn't want to join him, he wanted to bask in this moment forever.

The day's troubles felt worlds away and the ones yet to come no longer loomed so large. Even the thought of that smug prick was more an afterthought than an outrage in Hawke's arms. What did that arrogant prince know anyway? He surely lay alone in the Chantry cots wrapped safely in his ignorance, willfully unaware of the world and its cruelties. To live such a lie and remain on a high horse seemed a pathetic existence, one Anders did not envy despite all he had to witness and endure. Though he—Justice—had his reservations, Anders knew this was no distraction. Hawke had proven himself worthy and then some, risked and suffered for the rights of all mages; Sebastian would continue to grope around in the darkness he chose while the brightest light in Kirkwall had his lips to Anders' neck. He felt vindicated. And tired...

He let his eyes fall shut, Hawke's warmth and scent enveloping him. If he was still dreaming, he hoped he could stay like this just a little longer.

[lucille-artstuff]

mission status: pending

after suffering heavy casualties in an interstellar war, mech pilot eve is sent into a coma, left drifting through space in her broken starfighter class mech, isolated and unresponsive.

her mech had been keeping her on life support, regulating fluid intake and hormonal levels.

she slowly opened her eyes to the soft glow of a flickering ui panel a few inches away from her face, her whole body aches as she gradually regains her bearings.

"ughh,, ... the cockpit..? ..oww.."

the screens before her seemingly jump to life, bold text appears centred:

[STASIS MODE DEACTIVATED]

a slight jolt feeds through her link implant ports at the base of her skull through to the tip of her spine.

"oouh,,, ellie, status?"

"captain,

we've sustained critical damage,

left leg destroyed,

left cannon destroyed,

right leg nonresponsive,

shoulder mounted weapons system unavailable,

comms systems disabled,

sensors damaged,

life support system estimated at 2 months in stasis mode, 3 weeks in active mode..."

the pilot looked on in horror and disbelief at the reel of damage reports. it never seemed possible that she could face such a devastating loss, nor could she handle the guilt welling up inside her for letting her mech endure such intense damage.

"what's our mission status?"

the feeling in her legs slowly returns with a harsh ache,, her joints feel rusted and stuck, yet relaxed to the point of near dislocation.

"mission status: pending"

the screen prints.

"...pending ? but we didn't lose did we? ...how long was i out?"

"life support systems active for 954 days"

a wave of terror rushed over the pilots body as the realisation sets in.

she's been locked in her mech for almost three years, slowly dying and severed from all connection to the command centre.

"ellie please,, it can't be true... " she trailed off, shaking and trembling.

the console before her becomes blurry as tears well up in her eyes, mumbling to herself, "i can't,,, this isn't happeni.."

she's cut off by a proximity sensor flashing red, instinctively she flicks on the view screen and is momentarily blinded.

it's nothing but dirt and scrap as far as the visual sensors can perceive, two figures are walking around and stopping every few meters to gesture at the abundance of rusted metal and eventually continue beyond L-E's line of sight.

the visual sensors turn off and eve is sitting in the dark again, save for a pulsing glow that fills the dashboard of her mech.

"ellie,, where are we?"

"location unknown"

*sigh*

there were many thoughts and emotions flowing through the mech pilots distressed mind.

had we won the battle?

is there a way to return home?

does command even know i'm alive?

her thoughts continue;

my link with ellie, my fourth generation starfighter mech has been the only reason i'm still alive, but if her systems are critical, how long until either one of dies?

i didn't realise i was biting my nails, trembling with fear i accidentally stabbed my lip, i only just noticed my nails had gotten so long and when did my lips get so soft ?

the thoughts dissipate as another wave of pain shoots through the pilots body, fatigue weighs down her movements, not being used to this level of weakness, she barely recognises this body as her own.

the pilot sighs a deep breath and slumps back into her seat.

realising theres no imminent danger, she switches systems off from high alert, and is hit a flash of empathy thinking how stressful it would've been for ellie to constantly be vigilant, protecting her all this time.

[BUDDY MODE ACTIVATED]

the console lights shift to a deep purple, an emoticon appears on screen cracking a slight smile on eve's face, her immense feelings of isolation slightly relieved as a familiar presence appears

^-^

"... captain ?"

the console emits a soft robotic voice.

"are you okay ..?" :'(

the pilot draws a slow breath, and sighs with relief.

"ellie... you're still here.."

"oh! you're back! i was so worried you would never wake up!" ∩^ω^∩

the lights of the console rotate through the full spectrum of colour, and it almost seems like the ion reactor is humming louder than usual.

"ellie what happened? where are we?"

"i'm sorry captain,,, but our team was... w-wiped out, we barely survived with critical hull damage a-and most of my systems are down..." ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

pause

"...i..i did my best to save you!" ٩( 'ω' )و

eve was hot with frustration, the loss of her team was unforgivable in her eyes,, perhaps it would've been better if she was gone like the rest of her crew.

"i barely managed to dodge the orbital laser cannon, it only vaporised 35% of my shell... aah,, with that much neural shock,,, it's no wonder you fell into a coma" (´；ω；`)

"but what then? what of the mission?"

"oooh, we're not sure about the mission status, our systems went down momentarily after the blast and when we regained control, our comms systems were offline,,, s-sorry...

command only knows that we were hit in the enemy attack" (-_-;)

"... so they're not coming for us...."

the pilot mumbled to herself.

"if they knew i was alive, i'd be rescued by now.... oh my god..."

"captain your mood levels are dropping,, is everything okay?" (◞‸◟)

"ellie let me out of the pod"

"nnoooo!! captain, you've experienced massive trauma and your muscle atrophy has weakened you severely!

i'm not sure what will happen if we disconnect our link!" ((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))

"just open the hatch,, i need some air... i'm not going anywhere"

"awhh,, ...okaii..." （╹◡╹）

the view screen crackles and powers down, a deep groan followed by a sharp hiss accompanies golden rays piercing into the cockpit.

the console lifts and floats upward revealing a mostly barren landscape before them.

the dust on the air is warm, almost nauseating, although not eating in several years is more likely the cause than the environment.

a red light flashes on her left, just in her peripheral vision.

[proximity sensor]

her body aches as she leans forward to see two figures rushing over to the damaged starfighter.

fumbling for her sidearm, she notices her heart beating heavy on her chest.

"HEY! who said you could touch my mech!"

his mech?

the two caught their breath just shy of the capsule, slowly realising just how this stranger managed to open the mech.

the battle suit was a dead giveaway, but the shaky hand holding a pistol towards them confirmed it.

she's military.

"woah woah, easy now... "

the older of the two had both his hands raised, elbowing the other to do the same.

"... we don't have to get galactic forces involved, let's just talk about this"

"pa look.."

the younger of them pointed to the bundled wires attached to the back of the pilots head, swaying with her movements.

"i think she's a pilot.." he whispered in disbelief.

the pistol still rattling slightly in her hand, her throat growing coarse from the arid environment, eve barely managed to speak.

"what planet is this?"

"you're on nexon" the older one starts,

"used to be a drillin' planet 'til everything dried up, now folks still here either sell scrap or can't afford a ticket out of this system"

she lowers her weapon.

the duo relax considerably and glance at eachother.

"u-uuh lady ? we found your mech floating through space about 6 months ago, we couldn't get it open so.. uhh"

the youth is fidgeting with his hands uncomfortably.

the elder takes over,

"we dismantled and sold most of your weapons systems, anything under a hatch we couldn't get to, i uhh... i'm sorry to say it but you've kept us alive and, and put food on the table for me and my family..."

she tightened her fist, how dare they touch ellie!?

"if there's anything we can do,, let us know,, just please don't report us to the galactic forces,, we can't handle another raid"

eve presses a sequence of buttons and the hatch closes, sealing the mech shut.

[kebriones]

Did the ancient Greeks during the Peloponnesian war name their ships? I wonder if they did, and if Alcibiades had a specific ship, and if he did, what its name was..

They most likely did. We know the Athenians had two sacred messenger ships, the Salaminia and the Paralos.

There are inscriptions from the fourth century bce (after the Peloponnesian war) that mention a lot of ship names, and they're all female.

Here's a link with the inscriptions, for those who can read greek:

Even those aren't from the Peloponnesian war, I think it's safe to assume they also named their ships then.

Now, Alcibiades would probably have had several different ships throughout his career. The only specific thing we know about his ships was that there are anecdotes of him making a custom fancy hammocks on one, and having purple sails. We don't have any mention of the names of any of the ships he's on during the Peloponnesian war. He does have "his own ship" in the Sicilian campaign.

(small addition: As a very rich citizen, and following in his dad's footsteps, Alcibiades most likely was at some point a trierarch (a trierarch is a guy who pays for an entire ship and its upkeep, except for the salary of the crew. In classical athens it was mandatory for rich citizens to pay for services like ships, plays, gymnasia, public meals, sports competitions etc.) so, most likely, even before becoming a general, Alcibiades had his own specific ship, as a trierarch not only paid for but also commanded the ship. Later, after he re-joined the Athenians in samos, I feel like he keeps switching ships, or at least no specific ship is mentioned as his (which would make sense because at the time he had no property or money to personally pay for a ship, so he most likely was given available ships while being a general based on samos, before his official recall and final return to athens.) anyways I'm rambling sorry agdgd

[caroldantops]

milk and cookies

ship: kate bishop x milf!reader

summary/request:  with your kids gone for the holiday, you're left alone with the babysitter.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut (18+ only), hints of power bottom reader, hints of service top kate, implied switch&vers!reader and kate, vaginal fingering (r receiving), lactation kink (r has the milkies), slight overstimulation, mentions of your lame ex husband

a/n: takes place at around christmas eve, but i tried to keep the holiday reader is celebrating vague! they do watch shitty hallmark christmas movies tho.

masterlist | ao3 link

Headlights fade into the distance as your ex-husband peels out of the driveway. You cringe as they go far too fast for your liking with the snow steadily covering the street, pulling out your phone to remind them, again, to text you when your kids are home safe. 

You sigh, feeling a mix of relief and sadness that your two children are no longer your responsibility for the rest of the holiday. The decorations that you'd put up twinkle, a few older bulbs flickering weakly. They illuminate the dark hair of the babysitter cleaning up wrapping paper from the floor. 

"Kate, dear, you're free to go home," you tell her. "I'll get all that later." 

"Oh no, I don't mind, really!" 

"I don't want you to have to spend your holidays with me," you give her a weak smile. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if she doesn't understand why that would be painfully boring. "Unless you really find it thrilling to watch horrible Hallmark movies while my breast pump runs, then falling asleep at nine because being a parent is exhausting even when the kids aren't home." 

Kate laughs, cheeks slightly flush. She crinkles the ribbons in her hands, lithe fingers always restlessly fidgeting with anything within reach. "My family isn't...doing any holiday things this year. And all my friends are out of town. So, I don't have anywhere to be. I don't want to be a burden though! I can go and let you enjoy your movies."  

"You're more than welcome," you give her a much brighter smile this time, which she returns with enthusiasm. "But seriously, leave all the mess. I'll deal with it in the morning."

"Fine. But!" Kate jumps over the couch, and you cringe as you watch it tilt and then thump back into place. "I'm going to make you my world famous hot chocolate." 

"World famous, huh?" 

"Practically a James Beard winner," Kate says, shuffling through your cabinets and pulling out what is clearly your stash of boxed hot cocoa. 

"Funny, I think I use the same recipe," you roll your eyes affectionately, even though Kate is now completely focused on getting milk to heat on the stove. You sit down and flip to the right channel, already amused with the milquetoast white couple surrounded by Christmas trees on your screen. 

Kate starts humming to herself in the kitchen, and your eyes drift back towards her. As she patiently stirs the hot chocolate, you can't help but admire her. Her long legs clad in purple sweatpants, fuzzy holiday sweater, and her plump lips curled into a smile as she hums along to the Christmas song playing on the television. Kate can feel your gaze on her, and her eyes meet yours, crinkling at the corners with a knowing smile. 

You immediately tear your eyes away, embarrassed at being caught. 

Stop it, you tell yourself. That is your children's babysitter. 

Your children's babysitter who you know for a fact has a thing for you. Kate has been painfully obvious about it, showing no shame in flirting with you over the few months that you've known her. Nothing aggressive, but most certainly not subtle. 

Your favorite is when she gives you a compliment in front of your ex-husband, something that he never did. 

Desperate to keep these thoughts about Kate away for the rest of the night, you get up from your spot and go to find your breast pump. You switch the light on in the nursery, puzzled when you don't see the travel bag that you usually leave under the changing table. As you search the other bedrooms, wondering if you dropped it there instead, realization hits you that the bag that the kids usually take overnight is on the bed. They must've taken the travel bag - the one which has your only working breast pump in it - with them. 

Normally, this wouldn't be a huge deal. Sure, you would be sore, but you could survive a day. Except your kids - and the bag - are traveling to see their grandparents for a couple of days. No feeding, no pump. 

You look at the icy roads out of the window. Driving isn't an option right now, and even then, most stores are probably closed for Christmas. 

As you give up on thinking of a solution, you make your way back to the living room and find Kate sitting criss-cross on the couch with two mugs of hot cocoa on the coffee table in front of her. She looks up at you, eager eyes softening in concern as she sees your face. 

"You okay?" 

"Yeah," you groan, flopping on the couch next to her. "The kids took the wrong bag, so I don't have my pump." 

"Oh," Kate responds, falling silent as she stares at the pair of mugs. 

"It's fine," you sigh. "It'll just be a day or two before I can get another one, which sucks." 

"Are you sore?" Kate asks, eyes darting down to your chest, then away again. 

You notice, but simply answer, "Only a little right now, but I'm sure when I go to sleep I will be." 

"Maybe I can help." 

"All the stores are closed right now Kate, plus the snow is coming down much harder now--" 

"No, I meant," Kate's cheeks turn as red as the Rudolph nose on her sweater. "I thought maybe I could help in a different way." 

As she says this, your brain finally clicks into what she means, and you suck in a breath. Chewing on your lip, you consider for a moment. You want this. You're going to let this happen. But you want to hear her say it. 

"In what way, baby?" Your voice drops lower, and Kate audibly groans, shifting so that she's facing you. Her hands dart to the edge of your sweater, twitching as she pauses and waits for your permission. 

"Can I?" 

"C'mon, Kate," you cup her cheek, running your thumb over her chin and teasing her bottom lip. "Use your big girl words." 

"Can I taste you? Please?" Her voice cracks, coming out in a whine, and you lose any semblance of composure that you were holding onto. 

You pull her into a warm kiss, a gasp leaving you as she nips your bottom lip. Kate tugs your sweater up over your tits, not bothering to take it all the way off. She fumbles with the clasps on your bra, not understanding the little panels that are slightly damp. You help her, allowing her full access to your breasts, and she wastes little time admiring how full and swollen with milk they are. 

Her soft lips wrap around your nipple, and you sigh shakily with relief as you feel her suck. Both of you moan together as your milk first hits her tongue. Kate looks up at you, eyelashes fluttering with contentment as she drinks. You scratch at her scalp, enamored with how cute she looks gazing up at you. 

As feverishly as this began, the room settles into surprising calmness. Kate's eyes fall shut as she switches sides, and the only thing you can hear is the droning sounds of the television and the wet noises of Kate suckling you. 

Kate pauses her drinking for a moment to come up and kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. A gasp leaves your throat as Kate's knee presses against your core and your hips jerk against her. She raises an eyebrow at you. 

"Need help with that too?" 

"Yes," you answer plainly, guiding Kate's hand to your clothed cunt. 

"I think you should use your big girl words," Kate teases. You glare at her. 

"Just fuck me, Kate." She takes the hint, rubbing your dripping cunt over the material of your increasingly soaked leggings. 

"Fuck, you're so wet." Kate guides you so that you're laying down, allowing her to easily slip her hand under your waistband to stroke your clit while moving her mouth back to your breasts, unable to get enough of you. 

"God, Kate," you moan. It's been so long since any hands other than your own have touched you, and the combination of Kate's mouth and fingers have you coming far quicker than you'd like. The feeling of you clenching around her doesn't stop Kate though. She moves away from your nipple to suck marks into your neck, fucking you through your climax and sending you tumbling into a second. 

"Kate, Kate," you whine, pussy sore with overstimulation. Kate slows her movement, allowing you breathing room as she pulls out her hand and lays her head on your chest. Both of you breathe heavily, sitting with the realization that months of tension finally paid off. 

Kate breaks the silence. "Our hot chocolate is probably cold by now." 

"You're still thirsty?" 

"I have a big appetite," Kate laughs, nose bumping against your jaw. 

"Well, you obviously can't go home now," you point to the white-out outside the window. Kate props herself up on top of you to see, and you get momentarily distracted at how pretty she looks in the holiday lights. "So how about we shower and then reheat the hot cocoa?" 

"Okay, do you wanna go first?" Kate asks innocently. "It's your shower, after all." 

"Oh, we're going together," you sit up, grabbing her hips so she settles in your lap and wraps her legs around you. Kate bites her lip, hips shifting under you. "You gave me a present, now it's your turn."

"I think I gave you two presents, actually," Kate says smugly.

"I'll have to give you three then."

[blackstarchanx3new]

Four Swords Returns pages 45-48

Hahaha I actually got stuff to say of substance this time: Smth I feel that is underplayed in fan works is Vio's (At least implied in the manga) insecurities about his relationship with the other 3 and his actions towards Shadow Link as a whole. (He's clearly torn about it from the "Oh Shadow Link..." panel.) I will never let go of the him dropping the sword thing (WHY IS THIS NEVER BROUGHT UP IN FS SPACES??? THAT'S SUCH A HUGE CHARACTER MOMENT!) + letting his guard down enough from Shadow Link's words to let Shadow link TOUCH HIM, going from tense to more relaxed as Shadow continues talking. He also looks sad in a panel too at what Shadow Link says like Broooo- (And since we KNOW Shadow Link was watching him, I genuinely think he chose Vio to turn on the other 3 because he felt a connection between their loneliness, bro is a bit TOO earnest later in the book for me to think the scene in the woods was 100% manipulation as some others do, a part of me thinks Shadow Link was just speaking how he felt from watching Vio interact with the other 3 tbh. XD.) Unless Vio was playing 4D chess with the sword drop/general body language while Shadow Link talks I'm lead to think our Purple hero legit considered what Shadow Link said for a second, (Which is also the route I'm taking in FSR) which means Shadow Link was correct on SOME level about Vio's feelings towards the other 3. (In that, he feels alienated from them.) I FIND THAT EXTREAMLY FASINATING.

Then again: Vio lies/doesn't speak his true feelings for literally most of his screentime so it's hard to say solid things about his character imo which is why I head cannon so much about him and it's interesting to see how other's view him. X'D (Unless smth is outright stated, it ain't cannon so...Oop. Vio's kinda an enigma.)

[majorproblems77]

Sacred realm update! so I'm back!

Hi all!

Hope your doing well! :D

Only a few days late, Exam season man, what can you do?

This update shows link and Time Escaping. And time having... a Time....

Alright, now for the important stuff! Sacred realm belongs to @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist. I've got their permission to do these! I love the comic so much its so good and so well done!

The link to the update can be found here! You should go reblog it, it's great, give it some love, please? :D

Let's do this, grab your popcorn and your water. Let's go! :D

Cinnamon roll Link strikes again, Clearly, the big purple guy just wants a hug!

oh no...

Panic!

Time's little superhero slide here.

Also, it must be said he's doing all this while carrying an adult. (Or close enough.) I know he's a spirit and all but that's VERY impressive!

You know when you're reading and you can hear the atmosphere, you can hear the moment that a breath is held. And time stands still.

This. The moment in a movie when everything stops before the action picks up in another way.

The talent it takes to get it from still images. I just am in awe.

Pure fear from Link.

Props to Time here for remaining calm while he's got the cinnamon roll here just scared out of his mind.

Time... Being reassuring?

Wow.

This is important I think for these two's relationship. The need to protect someone only comes to people who dont really hate someone. Before this, I'm pretty sure Link doesn't think Time cares too much about him.

Why would he right? Time's been nothing but cold to him.

(More on this later)

Link getting cocooned in Time's cloak is just, everything to me. It's such a caring more from him. (Even if it is a you can't die thing)

Ouch, that's gotta hurt

Oh man, this man is like... low-key gripping onto him.

Excuse me while I cry a little?

Twilightttttt ;-;

DIRECT FAMILY CONNECTION

EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY MORE? ;-;-;-;

TIME? OH YOU POOR MAN

This reaction gives me father-son vibes but with time and Link, it's giving me life because oh my god these two.

Link is a cinnamon roll and must be protected.

PFFFFFFTTTT

Rip

This made me laugh I won't lie. Damit Time I was rooting for some Dad Time in this world.

Says the 'Small cinnamon roll with scared of everything issues.'

I love him but ohhhh man Time is gonna kill you

SEE

RUN LINK

RUN

Link, poor guy. Man needs help okay.

This map is interesting, I reckon is a list of the first three heroes we meet.

That top one is Skyloft. With Hylia and the floating island. - For Sky. who we met first.

The middle one has someone holding The double helix sword... That's the fierce deity on the middle level. We know Time has a connection to the Fierce deity mask. And in turn the deity himself. So this middle level is Time.

And that lower one.

If im right, This is the Twilight realm, and we will find ourselves there soon. The people look similar to the 'Link' we see on the land level to an extent while still holding a semblance of individuality.

Its almost, inverted? Like the twilight people were. Rather than looking different different.

I'm excited to see where this goes.

Also

Hi it's later

So I'm a sucker for visual storytelling in backgrounds and I think this might be more than an exploration into the depths beneath the ice.

Starting with this.

I think this, is Time being vulnerable.

The break from a cold icy exterior to something a little more personal.

Funny how when Time begins to see more personal stuff, he has more visions of the past.

The trigger has him almost scared, just look at him.

Why would Time be scared, if he didn't care?

Time appears to carry a lot of guilt around Twilight.

And when Link calls him out on it, he returns to that icy exterior, not allowing himself the opportunity to be vulnerable again.

And I wonder if that has to be explored before he can take his place within the medallion. Trials by fire, as they are so suitably called, can be for the spirits as much as Link.

Just a thought tho.

That's all from me! Hope you have a great day! :D

[the-depths-au]

FAQ

*this post continues heavy totk spoilers

How did it start?

A lot of people started posting some really cool art of a TotK ending where Zelda returns as a hybrid dragon creature thing. I saw a few that called it a “bad” ending and I noticed she was often portrayed with dominantly human-features just like, with horns or a tail, or the purple eyes, etc. I love to play video games(clearly) and I enjoy the challenge of seeing various endings, not just “secret endings” (think Heavy Rain, Until Dawn, The Witcher 3, Drakengard- anyone else play this?) I got to thinking about how her coming back didn’t really like a true “bad ending”. To me, a bad ending, really, would be one in which she didn’t get to magically, miraculously come back in any form. A bad ending to me would be Mineru’s warning held true. And in doing so, it would become The Legend of Zelda because she becomes the stuff of myths. Of true Legend. Fulfilling destiny (botw-era and the series as a whole). My brain sort of took off from there regarding the implications this would have on Hyrule and specially, our boy Link.

How could you! A Bad ending? Is this story at least hurt and eventual comfort??? Does it have a happy ending??

I could tag this hurt and comfort, but usually people who read these types of stories have certain expectations of what “comfort” is (and that’s okay!). Same with a “happy” ending. I don’t need stories to be wrap up in a bow with warmth to enjoy them. Honestly, some of the stories that have touched me the most over the years have had “sad” endings/negative character arcs/tragedy. That being said, I don’t particularly enjoy pure whump, either. What I feel is most important and what I am to do with this story, is to make any suffering meaningful. With purpose. And hopefully- maybe- you’ll see the “comfort” that is possible even in these types of stories.

Wait! So Zelda remains a dragon?

Yes. They defeat the demon dragon. Rauru and Sonia appear in a silent thanks, then they disappear and Link falls from the sky alone into the water. The Light Dragon continues along in her flight above him.

Link is also the only one who can see/has ever seen the Light Dragon.

Are there any other major changes from TotK?

It follows the game pretty closely. It’s just hard to say exactly what is in this story from TotK because there is just so much. In BotW, I headcanon Link took his time. He doesn’t remember anything. He is alone, lost, and the world is a vast, broken place. Therefore, it is plausible/ realistic in my head for all the side questions to be done prior to the ending being reached. In TotK, especially with the headcanon he and Zelda were together in the time between BotW and TotK, I had a hard time imagining Link would waste much time on anything unnecessary to save Zelda. So, with this in mind, I’ve had to justify the side questions to include in the story. Link’s journey is a bit different than my own. Whereas I actually spent 80% of my playthrough exploring the depths, this Link only went down when necessary. Meaning many of the lightroots have not been unlocked and he only has part of the armor of the depths. In the Linktober and the early concept, he has the entire set but this has been changed for the main comic.

How far after the events of TotK does this take place?

Five years.

Is it completely planned out?

Yes. I have a complete rough story outline done. It’s 17 chapters. I am anticipating some editing as I go, but regardless, it’s a big project. A huge shout out to @zeldaelmo and @fioreofthemarch for helping me get the story set. They are both phenomenal writers for the LoZ fandom so be sure to check them out!

What happened to the comic?

I made the decision to tell this story (initially) in writing. I have a very specific style in mind for this story as a full comic and honestly, I just don't feel like my artistic ability and overall proficiency is where I want it to be at this time. I'm still learning! I will be continuing to post art, concept art, and some comic panels here as I go and eventually, I would love to adapt the story into a full comic, but for now, I'll be telling the main story in writing.

How long have you been drawing?

I’ve been drawing all my life. Just for fun, although I took a few classes in school. Digitally, self-taught, since fall 2022. Still very new to this with lots to learn! I have a minor in creative writing and feel much more confident and comfortable with that.

Feel free to send me a DM with questions anytime! I plan to update this periodically.

Last updated 2/26/24