#Lemme know what you think!

[chxrrylungs]

hi can i ask what deans cutie mark means in the my little hunter thing? :)))))

absolutely!! figured i'd give all three of them an explanation to the best of my abilities

[opropheticsoul]

Wake Up, Love

Woot woot behold my first smut for Sevika nation to enjoy, based off the song Wake Up Love by Teyana Taylor. Trans Sevika cuz I said so!

CW: brief choking, unprotected sex, daddy kink.

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Sevika’s voice is hoarse and laced in lust. They’re hovering above you with their knees resting on either side of your hips. They paw at your breast, squeezing before latching their lips to your nipple and murmuring;

“Wake up, love.”

You squirm but don’t actually awaken. Sevika grunts, frustrated, and bares their teeth down. Now that gets your eyes open.

“Baby?” You slur, blinking your lover into focus. Their pale grey eyes were blazing with need and it made you whimper. Fuck, this was gonna be good.

“There she is.” Sevika purrs, switching to your other breast to bite the supple flesh. “Missed you, baby. Need to touch you.”

“You are touching me.” You smirk, but your quip dies on your lips when Sevika ruts her hips into yours. You gasp, “Fuck, you’re so hard already!”

“All for you baby.” They say matter of factly, slipping your pants and underwear down to your ankles for you to kick off, which you do without prompting. You’re rewarded with two thick digits delving into your tight hole. It makes you mewl and Sevika exhale sharply. God, they would never get tired of your walls wrapping around them.

“Vika, ah!” Your hands find purchase on their broad, dark shoulders as they plunge their fingers in and out of you with abject greed. They curl them with expert precision and it fucking makes your head spin with how good it feels. “So deep, ah-ah!”

“Fucking take it.” They insist, increasing their speed. “Gotta get this sweet cunt of yours ready for my cock.”

You moan loudly at the thought of being stretched open on Sevika’s dick. They always knew just how to fuck you to make you scream in ecstasy. Eagerly, you wrap your thighs around their waist to bring them closer. “Yes please! Please daddy, wan’ it. Want you inside!”

Sevika grins wide and adds another finger to your pussy. “You think you’re ready for that, princess?” You nod vigorously but that’s not enough of a response for their taste. They snake their free hand around your throat and squeeze hard. “I asked you a question, slut. Answer me.”

“M’ ready, Daddy, please I’m ready!” You practically wail when Sevika releases their grip on your neck. You look at them with wide, pleading eyes, body thrumming with white hot desire. You suddenly realize you’re dangerously close to coming when they withdraw their fingers, and the obscene squelching sound your cunt makes goes straight to your clit. “Fuck me daddy please please fuck me I-“

Sevika kisses you fiercely, the sound of your begging like music to their ears. They hastily line themselves up at your entrance to rub the tip of their cock on your slit. You moan and swirl your hips in response, which earns you a displeased “tsk” from your lover.

“Stay still.” Their warn is sharp but they continue to tease your lips with their dick, pleased with how it starts to shine with your slick after a few moments. It makes your chest heave up and down to watch sevika treat you like a play thing. You have to call on all your inner strength not to push yourself onto their engorged member. It feels like ages, but finally, finally, they start to fill your hole and you can’t stop yourself from crying when they bottom out. God you’re full. So fucking full.

“Fuck, t-thank you Daddy!” You babble, and Sevika grunts when you start to suck on their neck with urgency. You know just how much it turns them on to see your marks on them after they have their way with you. To your delight, Sevika starts to pound into you, the intoxicating warmth of your pussy making them lose all restraint. It doesn’t take long before you feel the familiar coil in your belly starting to tighten. You scratch their back as your orgasm approaches and plead shamelessly “Can I please come, Daddy? Please lemme come on you. Lemme-“

“Give it to me! Come for daddy.” They actually growl into your ear and it’s all the encouragement your body needs to let go. Your screams are damn near shrill when your orgasm rips through you but Sevika doesn’t stop. They hike your hips up and plow into you in a way that makes you see stars. The sensation is overwhelming but you couldn’t escape if you tried, not with the vice grip Sevika had on you. You whine when they unexpectedly use their fingers to rub fast circles on your clit.

“Holy shit holy shit!” Is all you can scream as Sevika’s thrusts and breathing start to grow erratic. Your mouth hangs open and you’re almost certainly drooling but fuck you’re too far gone to care.

“Fuck, angel, I’m close.” Sevika pants, sounding breathless. “You ready for daddy to come in your perfect. Fucking. Pussy.” They emphasize every word with a sharp snap of their cock and it makes your vision blurry.

“Yes yes yes! Come inside me daddy, come inside!” Sevika groans loudly as they piston in and out of you, spilling their warm seed in your cunt. You whimper at the sensation and whisper “thank you thank you thank you” as it starts to weep out of your cunt.

Sevika looks wicked as sin as they use their index finger to push your come back inside you. You gasp once again and they chuckle, reaching up to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Morning, love.”

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Alt Assistant Pt 7 (finale)

Kara reflexively keeps her distance from Lena, for all of two days, until she realizes that while respecting Lena's boundaries is important, she does not have to respect any boundary set by Lex.

She comes to this conclusion late Sunday night, and makes a point to be in the office early to make her point. She's lucky Lena's already there, plugging miserably away at a spreadsheet R&D had sent to her the Friday before. Kara plunks down her boss's coffee of the desk, nearly sloshing it, and scowls when Lena turns her gaze up at her.

"You don't have to do everything your brother tells you," she says, far more scathingly than she intends. It backfires when Lena interprets her tone as petulance.

"I hardly think two days without sex warrants a tantrum Miss Danvers," she responds coolly. Her gaze returns to her computer. "Nor do our trysts qualify you to pass judgement on my relationship with my brother."

"I know you better than you think," Kara snaps. "And living under Lex's thumb isn't a good look on you."

At that, Lena's gaze snaps back up with razor sharp precision, skewering Kara to the spot. Her jaw tightens. "My respect for my brother--"

"Isn't respect!" Kara bites back. She knows she skirts the limits of Lena's goodwill, but she can't help the anger and resentment that bubbles up. "It's control, and you know it."

At that, Lena's scowl deepens, but her focus skitters away, proving the veracity of Kara's accusation.

"You are your own person," Kara pushes. "And you're capable of making your own decisions."

Lena's moment of concession evaporates with a scowl. "Get out."

It's enough to make Kara see red, but she manages to keep her temper in check.

"Fine," she clips out. She turns on her heel and marches towards the door, only to pause with her fingers wrapped in a fist around the handle. "And maybe you should think why Lex has such a problem with you being fucking happy for once."

With that, she yanks the door open and all but slams it shut behind her when she leaves.

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Prepping a charity gala isn't easy-- or fun-- when they can hardly stand to be in the same room together without snapping. It involves a lot of "fines"s and "just get it done"s and "yes, miss luthor"s, but it eventually culminates in a lavish, extravagant affair that the guests seem to enjoy.

Kara hovers in her floor length gown that snugs in all the right places, yet leaves her arms bare to give her room to actually work during set up, and now cools her down as she takes a moment to breathe.

She knows Lena is here, by way of a curt text received an hour ago, but has yet to actually see her in the throng of well-dressed patrons. She does see Lex though, who somehow manages to look smug even as he glowers at her. It's nearly halfway through the night when Kara finally catches a glimpse of her boss.

Her mouth promptly goes dry.

Lena's dressed in a black chiffon dress that hugs her hips. When she turns, Kara sees the thin straps that leave the ivory skin of her back largely bare-- and the long silver chain that dangles against Lena's spine.

The vision is so distracting that it takes Kara a long moment to notice that Lena had turned towards a tug on her wrist, and that it was Lex who now gripped it tightly.

Kara watches their heated exchange of hissed words until Lena finally wrenches her wrist free of her brother's grasp. Lex's features darken as he issues what can only be a final warning before taking his leave. Lena watches him go for a long moment before finally turning.

Their eyes lock.

In that moment, Lena is laid bare-- Kara can see the shock of their unexpected connection (Lena has been avoiding her), and registers the brief up-and-down of Lena's gaze as she's scanned by wide green eyes. Then, Kara sees that dreaded word again: don't.

Only this time it's not directed at Kara, but rather inward, a silent scold towards Lena herself, combating the flush of desire written clear across Lena's cheeks. But then, almost as soon as it appears, it's eclipsed by a sudden hardening of Lena's gaze, now resolute as Lena comes to a conclusion known only to her.

Kara stares as Lena marches towards her, determined and unflinching. She barely has the time to grin before her arms are full of Lena, and warm hands sandwich her face fiercely as she's kissed long and deep.

When Lena comes up for air, breathless words come tumbling out.

"You're fired," she says. Their foreheads rest together, and Lena's hands have yet to move from where her thumbs rub gently against Kara's cheeks.

Now, Kara does grin.

"About time," she growls, and pulls Lena into another searing kiss. Kara senses the eyes on them, but doesn't bother to look to see if Lex's is among them.

Screw them, Kara thinks, savoring the taste of Lena's lips and the glide of their tongues together.

Screw them all.

[renatogpadilla]

Bright Ideas

To say she was surprised that Lux actually came back would be an understatement.

Jinx was beginning to think she'd put up that little target range outside her hut for nothing when the neigh of a very nervous horse reached her ears.

The glowy girl strode up to her with an air of... Scholarly whimsy. Like when you go to class and find out the fun teacher took the place of your most hated class. Like she was excited to learn.

Jinx had to wonder if she'd ever looked like that when she watched her sister shadow-box with the rest of the kids back in Zaun... She probably had. It wasn't often she wondered what she would look like today if she had learned to throw a proper punch back then, but there were moments.

And now, here came this little blond meerkat of a girl, with an absolute stallion at her back. White as a sheet and with two beady black eyes that seemed to go on endlessly into the void of the creature's soul... Or maybe that was just Jinx's imagination. Every time she tried to hold eye contact, Starfire neighed and turned its head away nervously.

"Once, I was the greatest criminal in two whole cities and brought upon Marshall Law by virtue of just existing nearby..." She thought, missing a little bit of those days... And the company they brought. Just a little. "Now, I freak horses out. What an upgrade."

"Hello, Isha." Lux said. "You look in good spirits."

Gods, it's barely bright, how is she THIS SUNNY this early?

"Flashlight! You didn't chicken out!" There was genuine surprise there. Most girls that ran into Jinx felt the imperious need to bolt in the other direction...

Most girls... Some didn't. Some got close. And when you're a walking jinx, whatever gets close has a tendency to explode eventually...

Focus. Don't think about that. Why would you even think about her at a time like this?

"It wouldn't have been very ladylike of me to refuse such a rare offer." Lux said. She... Didn't quite know where that came from. There was a buzzing in her today. She threw in a curtly bow, just because.

Isha answered in kind, albeit more mockingly.

"Consider me surprised AND excited!" Isha said. "Alright, Your Sparklyness! Let's see what you've got! Feast your eyes!"

She made the most showgirl presentation hand motion she could muster towards the makeshift firing range. A bunch of metal targets and dummies, cobbled together for the express purpose of being lit up by a girl Jinx had met only last night. What an honor.

Lux put a hand on her heart. "Oh, Isha, it looks lovely!" There were even little faces painted on some of them to make them look more menacing.

That was NOT the reaction Jinx had been expecting. Usually people felt like her little art exhibitions were scary or uncanny... This girl was either secretly a freak or in desperate need of getting out of the house. Did she live in a house? Maybe she lived in a castle like some fairytale princess made to give her author some semblance of excitement... Or Vi a wet dream every once in a while. She'd caught her looking at those story books in ways nobody should look at anything in public as kids... She just wished that princess kink (if that's what it was) hadn't led her to- Wait, she had been going somewhere with this train of thought. What station was this again? This was not her stop.

"Isha?" Meerkat eyes. Say something.

"Wuzzat?" Smooth, Jinx. Professional.

"Target practice? Isn't that why I'm here today?"

"Oh, yeah! It is!" Jinx got excited now. She'd get to see how dangerous this girl really was! "Here's what I've got: You knocked me on my ass while panicking, right? Well, that ain't easy, so I got curious to see what that glow of yours could do when you're actually trying. This is all you!"

Lux didn't know how excited she was about this precise moment until it was here.

To Lux, it saw an opportunity to let go... To let herself shine for once without regret or care of what others thought... A chance to be free and discover what that was like for once. But it was also kinda terrifying. What if she glowed too much? What if she hurt her new... Friend? Teacher? Experimenter? Huh. She hadn't thought of that. She'd go with "friend" for now. That felt the most appropriate.

She just hoped Isha didn't mind a little premature sunning.

She took a few steps forward, to the rim of the range, took aim at a dummy with a little metal top hat and what looked like a cupcake painted on its chest and attempted to shoot it.

Full disclosure here: Lux had never attempted to actively hurt anything before. Every time her magic had manifested, it had ALWAYS been in self defense.

Which might explain why, when she actually took aim and "fired", all that came out was a little stream of dancing sparkles. Not enough to hurt nothing, but they looked pretty! They splatted harmlessly against the training dummy and with a soft glow, silently disappeared.

Isha let out a chuckle. "Not bad! Maybe with A bit more practice you'll manage some sunburn!"

"It's not as easy as it looks." Lux retorted. "Every time I've done it I've felt something incredibly strong. Survival instinct, or anger or just... Something raw. I guess that's the best way to put it... It's harder when I push it."

Isha's face didn't get any softer, but she did seem to be turning some gears in her head.

"Okay, that's a start." Isha told her. And she let a huge grin grow on her face. "So we start raw!"

"Excusez-moi?" Lux HAD to have heard that wrong. Whoah. Accent slip... Reign it in, Luxanna.

"Bless you." Isha responded. "How did your powers first manifest? What made you light up the first time?"

Oh, that was an ask... Probably the scariest moment of her life at the time.

"I was..." Deep breaths, Lux. "I was out riding when it got late. I lost track of time, so I took Starfire here through a shortcut through the woods. I wasn't supposed to, but I wanted a thrill. Young and impressionable, you know?"

Yeah, she knew. She nodded and let her continue.

"I learned the hard way that some rules are there for a reason. Star and I were set upon by a pack of wolves." She was not exactly happy re-living that particular memory. "They chased us deeper into the forest and eventually knocked me off the saddle. I remember their breath, their fangs... One pounced on me and next thing I knew, the pack was gone and there was light coming out of my hands."

That had been the day Lux discovered she was a Mage. The day she started hiding.

Isha took a little while, looking pensive, or trying to, at least, until she finally spoke up.

"Well, I have an idea. But you're probably not gonna like it."

Don't be 'think about the fangs'. Don't be 'think about the fangs'! Lux thought.

"Think about the fangs."

Fuck!

"Isha..." She didn't notice how much she was trembling.

A supporting hand reached her shoulder.

"I know what it's like to come face-to-face with something traumatic." Especially when that something has fangs and claws and acts on survival instinct, she thought, but she wasn't going to bring up her dad now. Or ever, if given the choice. "But the thing about fear is that the moment always looks brighter in hindsight. And you, Lux, actually have the power to make things brighter! The fangs can't hurt you now. You're in control." She was REALLY glad nobody from Zaun could see her now. She had a psychopathic reputation to uphold!

Seemed to do the trick, though.

"Can't hurt me." Lux said, more to herself than to Isha. And then she sent her mind back. Back to that horrible moment of adrenaline-fueled fight-or-flight state from back when she had no fight in her yet...

Her breathing got faster. Shallower. Jinx thought she might be having a panic attack. Lord knows she knew the signs! "Um, Lux? Listen, you don't have to go that hard, maybe this was a bad-"

Then she hit the deck as fast as her Shimmer-enhanced reflexes allowed her. It happened instantly! Lux turned around, the palms of her hands starting to glow and then...

Well, funny thing about light: It doesn't usually make noise! Jinx had no frame of reference for when to get up... Until Lux's voice got to her.

"Isha? Are you okay?" She sounded guilty... Like her letting loose wasn't the whole point of being here today! "I'm so sorry, I hope... Gods, I really hope you didn't spend too much time on that."

Jinx got up, turned around, and faced the firing range. Or rather, the sunburnt, steaming, borderline-calcinated ash-splatter that used to be the firing range...

It was like a nuke went off. Whatever wasn't dust, or a black mark on the floor of the forest, was melted and twisted in ways Jinx couldn't replicate without a forge and a good few hours' work.

It was at this exact moment that she realized that she was NOT letting this girl go without learning to focus that. No way in Hell. There had been a LOT of facets of her life that blew up in her face (in fact, most of them did. It was honestly a miracle when one didn't), but if Lux decided to go nuclear one day... Jinx was powerful enough to tank several hits from the Atlas Gloves, her sister's "overdesigned bitch-mittens" that gave her super strength. She could move at speeds the eye couldn't track for short bursts of time. Hell, she could be put through a brick wall and walk it off like it was nothing... But an angry Lux?

She would NOT walk away from that.

"Well... She said, suddenly feeling like Fishbones was about to need an upgrade... "We can work with that."

[baisemains]

floating

sydney adamu x afab!reader (no pronouns)

word count: 4.9k

warnings: weed, food mention, smut (switch!reader, switch!sydney, nipple play, fingering, cum play, scissoring, oral, dubcon cause you’re both high?)

description: you and sydney have the day off together for the first time in a while, and you take full advantage.

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It was a slow Sunday for you and Sydney, she had a day off from the restaurant after working twelve straight and you worked a late shift last night so neither of you were eager to start the day.

She started to stir awake about an hour after you woke up, but you just squeezed her tighter, not wanting to escape the little bubble the two of you were in.

That plan was ruined as soon as your stomach started growling, and you felt Syd laugh before you heard her. Shoulders shaking leading to her giggles reaching your ears and she eventually rolls over in your arms, gorgeous chestnut eyes meeting your own.

You don’t say anything right away, just soaking up the moment and letting your eyes drift over every inch of her face. Though you two have been together over a year now, Syd still gets embarrassed when you stare at her for too long. As expected, her hands slowly come up to cover her face but you’re not having any of that.

Gently grabbing them, you bring each hand to your lips, one at a time, and kiss her fingertips until all 10 have gotten your attention. Syd watches you, enraptured with how soft you always are with her, no matter what.

“Good morning.”

You finally break the silence, a tired smile spreading onto your face that matches Syd’s.

She doesn’t verbally reply, instead leaning in and gently pressing her lips to yours, doubling as a sign of gratitude for the tenderness you just displayed.

She moves to lean back away from you, but that chaste kiss wasn’t enough to satisfy your needs.

Leaning forward again, you capture her lips between yours, gently nibbling on her bottom one. Hearing a low moan, you smile, knowing she’s just as needy as you.

Your victory is short lived though as Syd fully separates from you and starts climbing out of bed.

“Morning breath, babe, I need to brush my teeth.”

You roll onto your back, a groan leaving your lips, you were sure you were gonna get your sweet lady kisses on.

“You’re not a real lover! I don’t care about that, I just want to kiss you.”

Syd can hear the pout in your voice but that’s not enough to bring her back to bed.

“If you get up, we can make breakfast together. Or lunch, what time is it?”

You watch her walk into the bathroom, only covered by one of your big t-shirts and nothing else, a result of the summer heat. God, her legs were insane. You swear you could actually eat her alive.

“Whatever it is, it’s my time of death! Because you starved me of attention and I couldn’t handle it!”

Syd walks back into the room with an eyebrow raised and a smile on her face.

“You are literally the most dramatic person I’ve ever met, holy shit.”

You fully sit up now, scooting to the edge of the bed and slightly spreading your legs.

“But also the sexiest.”

Wiggling your eyebrows, Syd full on laughs and has to run back into the bathroom before toothpaste spills out of her mouth. She walks back in a minute later, patting her mouth with her hand and makes her way over to you.

“Smart ass.”

You reach out for her and thankfully, she lets you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her stomach flush to your face. Sliding your hands further down, you feel how supple her skin is and breathe in her scent.

“Speaking of ass…”

Lightly smacking her left cheek, Syd lets out a soft gasp, not expecting that at all.

“Babe!”

You look up at her, resting your chin above her bellybutton.

“Oh come on, you know how good you look, I can’t do anything about it?”

She rolls her eyes at you, but you see a hint of a smile threatening to break through.

“Actually, what I really wanted to do…”

Partially spinning her around, you reach around her and lower your head, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh you just slapped.

“Ow! What the fuck?!”

She pushes you back onto the bed, looking down and inspecting where you just bit her.

“What was that for?!”

You just look up at her, knowing your face is giving away how horny you are.

“I just wanted a taste.”

Her eyebrows furrow at that, and you start laughing at your own joke.

“You’re so annoying, I swear.”

Syd starts walking away, but you move quicker than her, catching her hand with your own and pulling her back to you.

“Please, okay, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bite you that hard. Even thought that hasn’t bothered you before…”

You whisper the last part, but Syd still raises an eyebrow at you.

Sheepishly smiling, you interlock both sets of fingers with her, wanting to feel her skin against yours.

“Can I please just finger you or give you head or something? We don’t have to kiss, I just woke up really horny and I need to feel you.”

She didn’t show it, but heat started pooling in Syd’s stomach at your words. You were always a big giver when it came to sex, and though it wasn’t new for you to ask something like this, it always made her feel wanted.

Biting her lower lip, she pretended to mull it over, but you knew she’d say yes, you were amazing in bed.

“Fine. Be quick though, I’m hungry.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she sighed, you were definitely going to say something corny now.

“Oh baby, so. Am. I.”

You press gentle kisses to her stomach between words, releasing her hands as you slowly push up her shirt to give you access to her skin.

Her eyes flutter shut, as much shit as she gave you, she loved you as much as you loved her, she just showed it in a different way.

Hers was more acts of service, she liked to do things for you without you asking, or cook you a nice meal at the end of a long—

“Oh fuck.”

She gasped, your fingers slipped between her folds, gathering the beginning of her wetness.

“Mmm, I had a feeling you were horny too, glad I was right. As usual.”

Syd opens her mouth to protest, but then your thumb presses against her clit, and the sentence on the tip of her tongue vanishes with a strangled groan.

You begin circling her clit and short gasps start leaving Syd’s lips. Her noises only spur you on and you move your free hand to her hip, gripping it and then slowly sliding it to her back, applying pressure there.

She gets the hint and moves forward to kneel on the bed, her legs on either side of your stomach. This new position allows you better access, and you move your thumb away from her clit as you press your index finger to her entrance.

“Ugh, stop teasing, I need—“

“More?”

Syd looks down at you and scoffs, your shit eating grin was the last thing she wanted to see right now. You were always so cocky when you were topping, but for good reason, no one else had ever made her feel like this, not even close.

“Yes, more, ugh.”

You decide not to tease her like you normally would, you were probably more turned on than she was at this point and needed to be inside her as soon as humanly possible.

Immediately entering your finger into her pussy, she moans and you drop your head to her stomach again, pressing kisses there. She starts grinding down onto your hand, and you take the opportunity to look up.

Syd’s head is thrown back, eyes closed, chest heaving. You’ve barely even touched her and she’s reacting like this. If your ego wasn’t inflated before, it sure as hell is now.

Slipping a second finger into her, she gasps and slides her hands onto your shoulders, digging into them without any regard for you. Not that mattered anyway, you would never say or do anything to ruin this moment.

“Just like that, please.”

Unsure if you should start rubbing her clit again or start reaching for her g-spot, you decide, why not both?

Curling your fingers at the same time your thumb starts circling her swollen clit, she starts rocking back and forth, doing anything she can to feel you deeper inside of her.

“Oh my god, I’m so close, baby, right there.”

Hearing those words, you decide to move your hand from her back to her stomach, pushing up her shirt as much as possible, exposing a perfectly brown nipple to you.

It takes a couple tries because Syd is moving so much, but you eventually take an erect bud into your mouth, suckling it just enough to pull another moan from the woman above you.

“Yes, ah, that feels so good…”

You can feel her clenching, and you decide it’s time to let her finish.

Grazing your teeth on her nipple and pressing against that spongy spot inside of her, Syd lets out a high pitched whine, squeezing around your fingers as you feel a gush of wetness covering your hand, sliding down to your wrist.

“Fuck!”

Slowly guiding her through her climax, you gently slide your fingers in and out of her, pressing her clit ever so softly as she rides it out.

Syd eventually slumps against you and you move the hand holding her shirt to the small of her back, giving her the support she needs.

Kissing up her chest towards her shoulder up to her neck, Syd catches her breath, not expecting such a strong orgasm first thing after waking up.

“Wow, baby, I…shit.”

She feels your smile in the crook of her neck where you’re peppering kisses. You fully remove your fingers from inside of her but keep them between her thighs, drawing shapes with her cum.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. That was nice.”

You lift your head up at that, looking her in the eyes.

“Just ‘nice’? You were moaning pretty loud for ‘nice’.”

Syd climbs off of you and stands up, legs still shaky but determined to keep the upper hand.

“Yup. Now come on, I’m gonna make breakfast, you earned it.”

A laugh leaves your lips at that, Syd is such an interesting girlfriend, you’ll admit.

“Oh I earned it? Okay, I’ll take that.”

An idea pops into your head and before Syd can turn around and leave, you lock eyes with her and raise your fingers that were just inside of her to your mouth.

“Not sure it’ll taste better than this though.”

Your tongue flicks out and teases the tip of your index finger, eyes involuntarily fluttering shut.

Fuck, you’ll never get tired of this.

All Syd can do is watch, mouth slightly open and breath ragged as you suck every last drop of her cum from your fingers, even licking down your palm to your wrist.

God, she really did make a mess, didn’t she?

“Mmm, that was a good appetizer.”

That cheesy remark breaks Syd from her trance and she scoffs, turning around and heading into the bathroom to clean herself up.

You meet her there a minute later to brush your teeth, sauntering in with your chest puffed out and a smirk on your face.

It takes Syd longer than she thought to clean up, you really did a number on her. The sounds she was making mere minutes ago are replaying in your head as you go through your morning routine.

Now that you’re more awake, you realize you haven’t had sex in almost a month. Neither of your off days have lined up, so by the time you were both home from work, you were too tired to do anything more than cuddle and fall asleep.

That thought re-energizes you, and as Syd brushes past you to leave the bathroom, you gently grab her waist and spin her back towards you, capturing her lips in a firm kiss.

A noise of surprise leaves Syd’s lips but she melts into you right away, missing the feeling. You do have to admit, the minty taste in her mouth is more enjoyable than morning breath.

This time, she lets your tongue tangle with hers without a fight, softly moaning and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Smiling into the kiss, this is exactly what you’ve been craving since you woke up, quality time with your girlfriend.

After a few minutes of making out, Syd starts getting impatient and reaches for the hem of your shirt when you pin both of her hands to the wall behind her and break the kiss. Seeing the shock on her face, you peck her lips and give her a fake confused look.

“Aren’t you gonna make me breakfast first?”

Smirking as you leave the bathroom, you walk back into Syd’s room to retrieve your box of weed, hearing a loud “Tease!” behind you.

After locating it, you bring it to the kitchen where you smell an aroma of fruit and sugar and you know your girlfriend is making your favorite breakfast dish of hers, French toast. Mouth watering, you walk up behind her and lay your head on her shoulder, looking at the food on the stove.

“That all for me?”

Syd smiles, leaning back into your body and feeling your free hand wrap around her stomach.

“I did say you earned it.”

Leaning your head down, you start nibbling a specific spot under her ear, the one you know gets her going. Hearing a soft moan, you take that as a sign to continue and start sucking a hickey into your lover’s skin, making sure to bite it when you’re done.

Turning the stove burner to low and facing you, Syd attaches her lips to yours and pushes you back against the kitchen island, the two of you now fighting for dominance. Prior tasks forgotten for the moment, you set the weed box down and slide both of your arms around her waist as Syd runs both of her hands up the back of your neck to cup your head.

Sliding one of her legs between your thighs, she applies pressure upwards and swallows the moan that escapes your mouth.

That snaps you out of your trance, and you slowly part from Syd, still keeping your faces close.

“It’s actually taking everything in me not to take you back to bed and fuck you into the mattress.”

Her knees almost buckle at that, the fact that your normally goofy self can also be this seductive is not good for her heart. Still, she pursues, nipping at your jaw.

“Why don’t you, then?”, Syd rasps out.

“I’m still hungry. And I wanna smoke first.”

Lifting her head up slowly, the bashful smile on your face almost makes her forget that you’ve given her blue balls twice this morning (or afternoon).

“Are you serious right now?”

“I don’t want your amazing cooking going to waste, babe. Really, I’m thinking of you.”

You press a quick kiss to her forehead and slide out from between her arms, heading to the kitchen table and pulling out your things to roll up. Shooting her a huge smile, you start breaking up the nugs and put them into the grinder as Syd faces the stove again, quickly trying to finish up the food.

A little while later, two perfectly rolled joints are sitting in your hand, waiting for your girlfriend to look over at them as she finishes plating your guys’ meals.

“You ready?”

Glancing up at you, she starts to respond that she’ll smoke after, when you pout and hold up the custom lighter she got you as a birthday gift last year.

“But we’re waiting for you.”

Rolling her eyes, Syd walks over to the cracked open window you’re sitting in front of and plucks one of the joints from your hand.

“I’m not smoking a whole one now, I still have to clean after we eat.”

Grinning, you pull her to stand in the middle of your spread legs and light the cone nestled between her plump lips.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

Taking a deep breath in, Syd’s eyes gently close as she feels the smoke fill her lungs, the emotion similar to hanging out with an old friend after not seeing them for a while.

You gently take it from her, admiring the way the sunlight is hitting her from this angle. All soft curves and deep brown skin, you want to commit this vision to memory as best you can.

Exhaling slowly, Syd’s eyes open just in time to see you gazing at her, and her shyness from this morning makes its return.

“Stop looking at me like that, god.”

She moves to turn her face away from you but you’re able to grasp her cheek in your hand before she does, shaking your head. Exhaling through your nose, you tell her, “Don’t.”

The weed now taking effect, a lazy smile starts spreading across your face as you just stare at your girlfriend.

“I like you a lot.”

She laughs at that, taking the joint from you.

“Well, I would hope so.”

Shaking your head, you press your forehead to her chest before looking up at her and locking eyes.

“No, I mean like, you’re my favorite person in the world, y’know? I like you that much.”

That causes Syd’s heart to skip a beat, you’re never one to hide your feelings, good or bad, and she loves that about you. In lieu of a response, she ducks her head down to kiss you, letting her lips do the talking for her.

Before you know it, the two of you have finished your smoke session and are returning to the kitchen table hand in hand. You slide out Syd’s chair for her, causing her to giggle and curtsy before allowing you to push her seat in. Running over to your place, you sit down and touch your fork to hers in a cute gesture before digging into the meal she made for you both.

Moaning at the taste, you swallow your first bite before giving your compliments to the chef, causing her to smile. The two of you barely speak the rest of the time, enjoying the food more intensely than usual.

When you’re finished, you gather the dishes and quickly wash them in the sink, crossing one thing off of the day’s to-do list. As Syd gets up from the table, you make your way over to her, cupping her cheeks and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, savoring the sugary taste of them.

“You know, I don’t have enough cash for my meal…you take any other forms of payment?”

She giggles against your mouth, your cheesiness was ten times worse when you were high but it always made her laugh.

“Now that you mention it, I remember you saying something about giving me head earlier? I’d be down with that.”

Now you’re talking.

“Heard, chef.”

Placing your hands under her thighs and picking her up, Syd wraps her legs around your waist, the two of you kissing the entire way to your shared bedroom. You delicately lay her down in the middle of the bed, her breathing already starting to pick up.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, baby, don’t worry.”

A soft whine escapes Syd’s mouth and she bites her bottom lip in anticipation. Leaning over her, you lift the bottom of her shirt up and it takes her no time to get the memo, taking it off immediately and throwing it to the other side of the room.

You look over your shoulder to where the clothing disappeared to, and then back to Syd.

“Impatient much?”

“Don’t even start, you’ve been teasing me all day, and you know smoking makes me horny.”

You laugh out loud at that, smile lines appearing next to your eyes.

“That’s true, I’m sorry honey, it’s just so much fun sometimes.”

“Yeah, okay, take your clothes off already, I wanna see you naked.”

Syd leans back on her elbows, expectant look on her face paired with a raised eyebrow. Deciding to give her a little show, you sit back on your legs, every so slowly lifting your shirt. Your girlfriend gets impatient and tries to help you take it off, but you smack her hand away.

“I can do it myself, thank you.”

Scoffing and rolling her eyes, Syd pretends to be annoyed but the unmistakable look on her face tells you otherwise. She watches as you finally lift your top over your chest, then your shoulders, and finally your head, dropping it next to you for emphasis.

Eyes locked with the woman underneath you, you dip your hand between your own legs, slowly dragging two fingers through your wetness and all she can do is watch. A short gasp escapes your mouth as you reach your clit, pulling your digits out and placing them just short of Syd’s lips. Before she can reach out and get a taste, you drop them between her legs and gently prod at her entrance.

“Oh fuck.”

Kissing up Syd’s neck towards her jaw, you whisper in her ear, “I wanna taste you.”

Pulling away, you push your girlfriend until her back hits the mattress and you settle between her legs, pulling them onto your shoulders and nibbling the inside of her knee.

Her pupils are blown wide at this point, not even attempting to say anything sarcastic. You lazily lick up the inside of one thigh, switching to the other to see if you can pull some sort of snarky reply from her, but nothing. Now that you’ve got the green light, you dip your head down and drag your tongue between her folds.

Hearing a sharp inhale, a smile blooms on your face, all the little sounds Syd makes during sex are one of your favorite parts of it. She does her best to not make much noise since the apartment walls are thin, but every once in a while, she rewards you with her moans.

Today, you’re taking your time, savoring both the moment and her taste. Normally, you’d be making eye contact with Syd the entire time you eat her out, but right now, your senses are heightened and closing your eyes makes you swear you can taste things you’ve never experienced before.

A few minutes go by, and Syd starts growing impatient. Her head feels like lead as she lifts it up to look at you between her legs, whatever she was going to tell you forgotten as she sees the blissed out expression on your face.

God, you looked so good like this. Drunk on all she’s giving you, never complaining, even if she wanted you to be between her legs for hours. Which you have done before.

“Baby.”

Your eyes slowly open, looking at your girlfriend with all the adoration in the world.

“Yes, my love?”

Sydney cocks her head, almost cooing at you.

“I adore you and I love that you’re taking your time, but I need more. Please.”

Nodding your head, you drag your hand from Syd’s knee to her clit, drawing circles around it with your thumb as you lower your face and dip your tongue inside of her. Her head falls back onto the pillows behind her and she begins fisting the sheets.

“Oh yes, that’s perfect.”

Finding the rhythm through the haze in your brain, the noises you were hoping for earlier are coming to fruition, Syd letting out a gentle moan as you start spelling out your name. She slides one of her hands to the back of your head, pulling you closer to her pussy and you know you’re exactly where she needs you.

Entering your tongue as deep as it can go, you reach for that special spot inside of her, eventually reaching it when she lets out an especially high pitched whine.

That one’s new.

Spurred on by her reaction, you begin applying more pressure to her clit, hungry for more noises. Now you’re in the zone, every little wriggle and gasp from the angel above you is motivation to make her cum as hard as possible.

Eventually, you remove your tongue and Syd opens her mouth to protest when you start sucking on her swollen nub instead and she actually mewls. Like a goddamn cat, you can’t believe it. Looking up at her, eyes instantly lock with her own and it would take an army to pull you off of her at this moment.

At this point, you slip two fingers inside of her, forgetting to stretch her out first but that proves unnecessary when she sucks both of them in immediately. Groaning around her clit, the vibration causes Syd to moan loudly, and you don’t even care that the neighbors can definitely hear you right now.

Now, you’re determined to make your girlfriend cum as soon as possible, you need to feel her clench around you, need to taste her on your tongue. Reaching as far as your fingers will go, you begin sliding them in and out at an even pace, and you feel toned thighs close around your head.

“Yes, right there baby, a little faster.”

Syd blindly reaches for your free hand, interlocking it with hers as you obey her request, pistoning your fingers between her walls and sucking her clit with fervor. That sends her tumbling over the edge, and she cums with a loud “Fuck!”, flooding your face and hand with her essence.

You begin licking her folds, drinking up every last drop she blessed you with as her head spins, having to resort to manually breathing. Nudging her sensitive bud with your nose, she whimpers and you freeze, a bolt of arousal shooting to your own pussy.

“Baby…”

“Uh huh?”

“I need—“

Cutting yourself off with a muffled moan, Syd’s head shoots up and she’s met with the sight of you grinding down into the mattress, eyes fighting to stay open. Not even waiting for you to finish your sentence, she slowly gets up and crawls over to you.

“Lay on your back.”

Obeying right away, your eyes follow your girlfriend’s movements as she kneels in front of you, grabbing you behind one knee and pushing it back as far as you can go. The stretch combined with your view has you biting your lip as you hold back a groan.

“Let me take care of you.”

Eyes almost rolling back at that simple statement, Syd slots herself atop you, pussies sliding together in perfect harmony, both of your wetness allowing for ample movement. Throwing your leg over her shoulder, she begins grinding down onto you, clits bumping and your high is making this feel ten times better than it ever has before.

High pitched whines start escaping your mouth and Syd swears she can come from those sounds alone. Bending down to get closer to you, she presses your knee to your chest and this new angle has you almost sucking her clit into your pussy.

“Fucking shit, oh my god, Syd!”

A devilish smile adorns your lover’s face, she has you right where she wants you.

“That feel good, baby?”

Frantically nodding, you can’t do much else as you feel the heat pooling in your lower stomach. A few more passes of that has you close, and you pull her mouth to your own to seal the deal. Both pairs of lips sliding together now, Syd reaches down to apply the perfect amount of pressure to your clit, and you’re gone.

A choked whine is the only announcement that you’re cumming, but your girlfriend takes it in stride, feeling the flood between your legs as your body is wracked with your orgasm. Shaking in her arms, she guides you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and pressing gentle kisses to your face.

The two of you are completely spent now, feeling like you’re floating and made of cement at the same time. Chests heaving, Syd traces shapes along your chest, trying to catch her breath as she listens to the shallowness of yours.

“Wow.”

All you can do is stare up at the ceiling and focus on the feeling of Syd’s fingers on your body. She then props her head on your shoulder, looking at you with stars in her eyes.

“That was amazing.”

Glancing over at her, you smile and drag your fingers along her back, feeling the softness of her skin.

“You’re amazing.”

Rolling her eyes, a giggle manages to escape as you kiss her forehead. The two of you lay there for a while in silence, not feeling the need to say anything. The sun begins to make its way in through the window and Syd is reminded of the chores that need attending to.

“Damn, I still gotta clean the living room.”

Sighing, she moves to separate from you when a loud squelching noise announces itself between both of your legs.

“Maybe a shower first, though.”

You tuck your face into her shoulder, letting out a laugh as she joins you, wrapping you in her arms.

You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: Judgement's Even Hand

[kvothes]

do u have any spn fic recs in which theres an important presence of angelic grace and the like. ur fic which was awesome and indeed v mary oliver I have wrestled with the angel and I am stained with light and I have no shame has made me crave a lil bit more. thank you for all ur work etc

MARY OLIVER I HAVE WRESTLED WITH THE ANGEL AND I AM STAINED WITH LIGHT AND I HAVE NO SHAME!!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah lemme see what i got in my bookmarks :)

hold me fast and fear me not by starry_eyed_guttersnipe - cas trueform transformations! love this one

Love Languages by tiamatv - less grace more soul but very good

I said show me something by ilovehowyouletmefall - mind/soul melding

closer (isn’t close enough) by fleeceframe - grace healing

Just A Touch by sobsicles - cas’s grace is personified!

the home we make together by vaudelin - dean injects himself with remnants of cas’s grace to get him out of the empty

[juduseye]

Sova x Chamber WIP under the cut :D

Paris at night was a sight to behold, the city drenched in gold and shadows, its streets glistening under the warm glow of lamplights. Sova had been to the city a couple of times in the past, but only in passing, never to stay. His memories of Paris were hazy, tied to fleeting moments of transit—airports, train stations, dimly lit street corners seen from a distance, always on the move, never stopping to absorb the atmosphere. But now, here he was, not slinking through the streets like a fugitive but strolling like any other traveler, albeit with a purpose.

It was only yesterday that Brimstone had called him into his office for what he expected to be just another post-mission brief. But when he entered, there was Chamber standing beside Brimstone already, arms crossed, a serious face betraying nothing of what he was thinking. Brimstone immediately launched into a new mission brief for the two of them. The mission itself was straightforward, not particularly dangerous—scout a specific sector of Paris that Omega Earth agents had been active in, report back any thing of use, intervene if necessary. Simple reconnaissance. But the mission was to last a couple of days, and Sova’s skills made him the perfect match to pair with Chamber, the team’s resident Paris native.

A day later, they had found themselves dropped off in Normandy, where they boarded a sleek train bound for Paris. The city greeted them as night began to fall, wrapping the streets in a cool, twilight embrace. And now, as they walked through the quiet streets toward their hotel—a six-star establishment in one of the city’s most opulent quarters—Sova couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place.

“Six stars?” Sova had asked earlier, incredulous, when Chamber had sent him the hotel link while they sat in the plush, first-class seats on the train. “I didn’t know hotels went past five.”

Chamber had chuckled at that, “They do in Paris. Only the best, mon petit ami.”

But that was to be expected when Chamber had handled everything—the hotel, the train, even ensuring their luggage was sent directly to the room ahead of their arrival. When Sova had suggested taking a car from the station, Chamber had waved the idea away. “I want to stretch my legs,” he had said, his voice carrying that air of easy confidence. “Besides, Paris at night is something you need to experience in person, not drive through.”

They had been walking for a while now, passing through the quiet streets, the hum of the city alive around them. Chamber walked with purpose, but there was a lightness to his steps, a sense that he was taking in the city as if it were an old friend. Recollecting pleasant, old memories that only him and the city were privy to. Sova, however, was growing impatient. They had a mission, and though Chamber seemed at ease, Sova couldn’t shake the feeling that time was slipping away. As they neared an intersection, Sova glanced around, scanning the buildings and mentally replaying the route he had memorized back on the train.

“We were supposed to turn there,” he muttered, keeping his voice low but clear enough for Chamber to hear.

Chamber checked his watch, unbothered. “Yes, but we are taking a small detour.”

Sova barely contained a frustrated huff, his patience thinning. He was tired, eager to reach the hotel, and yet here they were, wandering through the streets like aimless tourists, like they didn’t have a mission. But he bit his tongue and continued walking beside Chamber, unwilling to voice his annoyance just yet. What on earth could this detour be worth?

After a few more minutes, Sova had had enough. He opened his mouth, about to speak up when Chamber suddenly gestured for him to follow, leading him through a narrow alleyway. The walls seemed to close in around them as they walked through the dim, winding path, Sova’s senses sharpening as the urban noise faded. His instincts flared, alert to every shift in the shadows. But when they emerged on the other side, the alley opened up into a secluded, grassy area, hidden away from the bustling streets of the city. The atmosphere changed instantly—peaceful, almost serene.

Sova blinked, surprised by the sudden change in atmosphere. It was quiet here, almost peaceful, and as he walked forward, the cityscape stretched out before him in all its glory. He stepped forward, the sound of his shoes muffled by the grass, and approached the thin metal railing that separated them from the Seine below. 

The Seine’s waters shimmered faintly under the night sky, the river winding its way through the heart of the city like a vein of silver. The buildings on the other side rose tall and proud, their windows flickering with soft light. It was beautiful, Sova had to admit, though he still didn’t see the point of this detour. Couldn’t this have waited? 

He glanced over at Chamber, who stood just behind him, checking his watch yet again. He looked up and caught Sova’s gaze, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Right on time,” he murmured, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. He tilted his head toward the view behind Sova. “Look.”

Sova turned, and his breath caught in his throat. The Eiffel Tower, barely visible before, suddenly came to life. Sparkling golden lights began to cascade from its peak, twinkling and glittering down to its base like falling stars. It illuminated the night with a brilliance that was almost otherworldly, casting a warm, golden halo over the city. The lights danced across the skyline, reflecting off the water and casting long shadows that seemed to move in time with the flickering glow.

For the first time, Sova found himself truly speechless. He had seen the Eiffel Tower before, of course, but never like this. Never so close, never with such intensity. He didn’t even know it lit up like this. He turned slowly to face Chamber, whose eyes were already on him, watching his reaction with quiet satisfaction.

“You planned this,” Sova said, his voice low, almost accusing, but there was no anger behind the words—only awe.

Chamber shrugged, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. “I wanted you to see it like this. It’s different when you take the time to enjoy it, non?”

Sova looked back at the tower, the golden lights still shimmering, casting a warm glow over them both. He took a deep breath, the cool night air filling his lungs, and for the first time since they had arrived, he felt at ease.

“You may be right,” Sova admitted quietly.

They stood in silence for a few moments, both taking in the view. And though Sova had come to Paris for the mission, at that moment, he found himself grateful for Chamber’s detour. Maybe it was worth the extra time walking.

“Shall we?” Chamber asked eventually, his voice soft but full of warmth.

Sova glanced at him, his lips curving into the faintest smile. “Yes,” he said. “Let’s go.”

[madamairlock]

Tried something new with this, courtesy of @caitylove's title suggestion!

[5ivebyfive]

shut up and drive - chapter three: your lips are movin'

Trini is looking forward to start her new career as a rookie cop. She isn't the best at relationships, so she goes out one night just looking for a thrill. Then she stumbles on a scene that is not her scene at all and more thrill than she asked for, and she meets a woman that is the most annoying, obnoxious woman she's ever met. A woman she wouldn't go for in a million years. At least...that's what she thinks.

[isadora-greenhall]

DnDads Halloween Week 2k23

Day 1: Watching horror movies

Okay, so I’m giving up getting this finished today, but I’m gonna post what I have so far! It’s a gothcleats date night where they watch a beloved creepy kids film together.

Under the cut so it’s not too long 🫡🙌🏼

(Tentatively titled) Too Close to Home

They’d been planning on going to a fancy restaurant together for their one year anniversary, but about an hour before they were going to leave Linc had received an email regrettably informing them the restaurant had lost power in the storm, and wouldn’t be up again until tomorrow. Lincoln had been relieved — the place wasn’t really his style — and when he’d told Scary she’d looked relieved too.

“Sorry,” Linc had said. “Do you want to head home, or…?”

She’d scoffed. “No? It’s our anniversary?”

Our anniversary. He loved the sound of that. “Well, we could watch a movie?”

Scary’s eyes shone at that. “Ooh, something spooky?”

“Well, we don’t really have horror movies…”

“I didn’t say horror, you dork,” she said affectionately. “Spooky. Like Over the Garden Wall. Man, I love that show. Those pumpkin freaks? Pure nightmare fuel.”

Linc led her over to his family’s DVD collection - Marco had a thing for physical media - and had a quick flip through. Nightmare Before Christmas? No. Paranorman?Nah. Corpse Bride? Maybe. Labyrinth? He moved his body in the way of that film so she wouldn’t spot it — they’d tried to watch it together once before and Linc had found himself getting more jealous as the film went on, because of the way Scary was glued to the screen each time David Bowie and his stupid tight pants were on screen. Not that he could fully blame her…

Then he spotted it. “Coraline!” He pulled it off the shelf and showed it to Scary. “What do you think?”

She looked blank. “Never seen it.”

“What?! I love this film, super creepy.”

She smirked at him. “Is there an orange cat in it?”

“No! …A black one…”

She laughed. “Okay, sold.”

Linc slipped the DVD into the player then they cuddled down together on the couch as the haunting opening of the film began. He could feel Scary beside him, watching awed as the doll was altered to turn into the girl on the cover — blue hair, a yellow raincoat.

She sat, silent and rapt for so long…until Coraline found herself in the Other World and met the Other Mother and Other Father, at which point Linc felt her stiffen beside him. And as the film went on she seemed more and more tense. Lincoln had no idea what went wrong - he was sure she’d love this film, it was edgy and dark and was made in the “coolest animation style ever” (Taylor hadn’t spoken to Scary for a month after she’d declared that). He didn’t know what to do - she hated it when he made decisions for her, and she hadn’t said she wanted them to turn the film off yet.

But then the Other Mother revealed her true colours, and Scary made a small, anguished sound, and Linc decided to call it. He paused the film and turned to her. “Are you okay?”

She didn’t answer for a second, just staring at the screen. Linc winced when he realises it was paused on a shot of the skeletal form of the Beldam, grinning viciously, hands reaching for the girl with dyed hair.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and tugged the shirt down over them - Linc tried not to wince at how that would stretch his shirt. “I just…it hit too close to home, alright?”

“In what way?”

Scary looked like she wanted to die rather than admit it. She waved a hand vaguely at the screen. “An angry mom, a pathetic dad…people changing. Becoming worse. I don’t know, man.”

[alicevandrusen]

I just needed to go home for a while.

[tinylittleclaws]

Hopping on the wolf train :]

[renatogpadilla]

Light-Bleed.

It was supposed to be another patrol.

Lux and her Illuminators were supposed to be the scouts. That was the point of the name! Illuminate where the threat was and then Garen's men would take care of it. To the Demacian commoner, they were a charitable order of pious men and women who gave charity to the poor and downtrodden, but they could hold their own if push came to shove. Of course, that was only until backup arrived... At least without Lux outing herself.

So when they realized the little mage camp they were supposed to scout out was the current acting base of the Sylas of Dregbourne, saying they were in over their head was the understatement of the century.

Care to imagine what happens when you send a closeted Demacian mage-noble to a camp with a guy whose main superpower is to literally detect and absorb magic...?

What happens, as Garen Crownguard would discover that day, was a massacre.

When the Mageseekers arrived, there weren't many enemies left to fight. Just the marks of a long pair of magical chains, lining the split remains of the members of his sister's squadron.

If you're an older sibling, you might be able to imagine a fraction of the fear that Garen felt. All these bodies, of Mages and Illuminators alike... They could have all been killed, but they'd fought to the last man... They'd actually forced a retreat from Sylas from his own base. For all intents and purposes, they'd won the day!

But they weren't here to celebrate. They weren't here to cheer and rejoice that that monster had one less foothold in their home... They were dead. Splintered. Chained to death.

And his sister was nowhere in sight.

There was never a more panicked man than Garen Crownguard as he was in that moment. His men could handle the stragglers. He immediately started looking for survivors, but the big brother in him really only looked for one.

He caught the little flash of light out of the corner of his eye. Dim as death, but it was there. And he started digging under a small mound of bodies, once men and women of the Shield, like himself. And below the remains of about ten dead Illuminators, barely clinging to life, with a cracked breastplate, and a bleeding out of her side, her hands aglow, agonizing, but alive, was his sister Lux.

He picked her up as gently as he could in the state she was in. She'd hidden under the bodies to live. Or had they hidden her in the end, even knowing what she was? Gods, she would hate herself for this forever... He would make sure every single one of them had a hero's burial. He tucked her hands close to his chest so nobody could see, and his men understood. They took one look at him and told him to go. Normally, he would be the one staying above everyone else... Since when do his men give him orders? But this was Lux, and if there was one thing that had been abundantly clear since he day Garen had become a member of the Dauntless Vanguard and of the Mageseekers, and all of the men and women under him knew it, was the unshakeable faith and insurmountable love the Lord Commander felt for his little sister, and her for him. The few people that knew them personally would swear upon the Spirits that Lux was the only real weakness Garen had. The only thing that could cause him true damage.

And now his sister was dying.

The Mageseekers knew two things for sure as they saw him carry his sister away, running to where he knew she would have leashed her horse, Starfire, to a tree far enough away from danger: The first was that the pain he was going through right now was the most broken they would ever see him.

The second was that the reckoning that would befall the man that had dared lay hands on his little sister would be so righteously terrible, so incredibly brutal and visceral, that the Protector herself would look away in disgust.

But right now, Garen was running... and he was panicking. His sister winced in pain and her hands lit up brighter. She was glowing! He couldn't take her back to the Garrison! They'd know! He couldn't-!

"B-brother..." She could barely form the word. "Star..."

"I know, Lux, I know! I'll get her! I'll get you! You're going to be fine, I swear!" He rounded the corner and indeed, there was Starfire, whining like crazy. There had to be someone he could take her to...! All the healers were under the Crown, and everyone that wasn't was not going to keep their mouth shut about a Mage noble! Who else, who else...?!

He got close to the horse and his sister put a weak, glowing hand to her nozzle and whispered a name between whimpers.

"Isha..."

The horse got it immediately. As soon as she was free and Garen and Lux were on top, she bolted faster than Garen had ever seen her. Isha...? Garen hadn't seen her since the talk they'd had on the balcony a few months back... But she and Lux were close. She already knew... Whether she could help...

He'd trust his sister.

If she thought Isha could save her, he'd put his faith in her too. He let Starfire guide him to the woods next to a little town he'd never heard of before. Into the woods she galloped, fast as lightning, and dodged what Garen would later know were small metal plates on the ground. Traps, for intruders that got too close. Star knew the pattern by heart now.

His sister's whole skin was glowing. No. Not glowing... Flickering. In and out and dimmer every time.

The mare stopped in front of a ramshackle hut in the middle of the woods. Garen didn't have time to appreciate the decor. He patted Star on the head and carried his sister off.

"ISHA!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "ISHA, SHE NEEDS YOU!"

He didn't hear the door unlock over his own heartbeat. The girl with the blue hair basically pushed the door down, her hand clutching something on her thigh.

"Garen? How did you-?" She managed. Then she saw her... Lux bleeding in her brother's arms, her glow wild and uncontrollable, barely clinging to life.

Her world came crumbling down all at once.

"Please..." Garen barely managed it.

That snapped her out of it. "Get her inside." She whispered, almost to herself, and then louder. "GET HER INSIDE, NOW!"

Whatever was on the main table was thrown to the side before Garen could lumber through the door. He put his sister there, in the middle of the room and gave Isha some space. At once, the raggedy woman started patching her up, taking whatever supplies she had on hand. And cleaning up the wounds.

"There's a lot of blood... I can't... There's gotta be SOMETHING!" She'd dressed the wounds and cleaned them up. She'd tried every ointment she could think of that would be safe and even removed pieces of metal from her wounds, but now Jinx was fully panicking. Lux was twitching on the table... What the hell could she do?! She'd not seen wounds this bad since... since...

"Stay awake, baby, stay with me!" The girl said, repeating it to both his sister and herself. Her hands moved so fast Garen couldn't keep track... He thought he saw a flash of purple as she moved from time to time, but that was probably him hallucinating out of stress. Little by little, a bunch of bandages and rags got tinted red...

Too red... Too much...! She could fix the lesser injuries but...

Oh. That's what she could do. What she and nobody else could.

She leaned over Lux's face. "Lux? I need you to listen to me... There's something I can do. And I don't know if it'll work, but if it does, it's going to hurt like hell. It's risky but it's all I've got, okay, love?"

Lux managed to lock eyes with her and Garen saw a softness - a love - he'd never seen in his sister before, even through the pain. She nodded. "Trust y-you..."

That was all Jinx needed to hear.

"I love you. Whatever happens, I love you, Luxanna." She kissed her like there was no tomorrow, and for a fraction of a second she was afraid there wouldn't be... "Garen, get her on the bed!" She said, and she ran to her workbench.

Garen didn't have to be told twice.

"I have you sister! I'm here, we're both here! We're not going anywhere!" He carried her to the room in the back and laid her on a comfy thatch bed. "What now?!"

Isha came into the room, rubbing a wet cotton furiously on her arm. "Now, you hold her down. This is going to be bad."

Then she pulled out a syringe and started drawing her own blood without a second of hesitation.

"What are you-?"

"My blood's not all normal. There's a drug in there that saved my life before. I'm hoping it saves her's too."

"Hoping?!"

"I'VE GOT NOTHING ELSE! YOU WANT HER TO LIVE OR NOT?!?!"

As she said it Garen could barely notice her eyes glowing, a small flash of purple, and then a brighter glow, not from her eyes, but from the syringe. A mix of crimson and neon purple that Garen could feel went against everything he once believed in... Blood Magic, in the most literal sense.

Isha got closer. "Okay, Lux, here goes. Whatever you see, it's not real. We love you!"

She stuck the syringe in the biggest wound she could find and pressed, trying for the life of her to focus on her job and not on Lux's screams of agony as the Shimmer entered her system.

Garen held her down on the bed as much as he could...

And then the lights went crazy.

One moment, her skin glowed like she was about to burst, a mix of gold and purple as gorgeous as it was terrifying. Her eyes, her hair, everything in the room changing colors wildly. The daytime seemed to turn off at one point. The sun outside looked blue, the shadows on the corners of the room felt brighter than any torch and the mirror reflected nothing but a black void where the light should have hit.

All throughout, Luxanna writhed in pain, and all throughout Jinx and Garen held her. And at some point, Jinx put a hand on Garen's shoulder, and he returned the gesture...

One last, massive scream of agony, Lux, lurching forward with almost enough force to push Garen off, and Jinx could swear she lifted a few feet off the bed, the light of her and Garen's own bodies dancing haywire as the Bright Lady fully lost control... and then...

Darkness. Pitch black darkness.

And little by little, the colors returned to the room. The right colors. Dimmer than before, but slowly returning regardless... Like the saturation was coming back to an old photograph.

Lux didn't move. Garen didn't move. He just held her, like a broken ragdoll he couldn't - he wouldn't - live without.

Isha didn't let go of Lux's hand as she sprawled herself and put her ear to her chest... Jinx had never prayed honestly in her life until now.

Nothing.

Nothing...!

Terrible, unreal nothing...!

.....

And then, faintly, weakly, almost imperceptibly, but there...

A heartbeat.

And now Jinx let the tears out.

"Oh, Lux!" She held her so tight she might've crushed her if she wasn't careful. "Oh, love, you really had us going there, honey! You'll be okay, you'll be okay...!"

She was alive. Garen looked at the gaping wound in her side and... He couldn't believe it. It was a small change, but the wound wasn't bleeding anymore! In fact it was... closing. Not super fast, but fast enough to notice.

His sister would live.

He finally allowed himself to breathe as he dropped on the corner of the room.

And very faintly, because his voice was still gone, he laughed. A nervous cry-laugh, like only a big brother could. And his tears began to dance in his eyes and off as well...

*****

It took a few minutes for them to catch their breath and Garen left the room to let Lux recover. He had taken off his armor. It had felt heavy for the first ever time today.

He sat on the couch outside the room in his slacks as Isha came out of the room, pacing.

"She's stable." She said. "Might not wake up for a while, but she'll live..." She had something folded over her shoulder...

She went over to her workbench and picked up a huge backpack and dragged it to the door. Then she sat on the floor, leaning on it.

Garen finally found his tongue.

"You saved her life." Whatever else he had to say would have to wait. That mattered the most. "Thank you."

She just gave him a look... He knew where she lived now. She thought that might be less of a problem than she might imagine, but time would tell...

"Who?" That's all she said. And from the venom in her voice, Garen knew exactly who she meant.

"Sylas of Dregbourne. I take it my sister told you who he is?" He didn't give a singular shit about protocol right now. Isha deserved to know.

"She's mentioned him." She'd done a hell of a lot more than mention him. Somedays, when they weren't... active at night, Lux would wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare the memory of 'Sylas the Unshackled' had caused. "Where?"

"Near the Hinterlands. The border between them and Demacian civilization proper... Just a forward camp, though."

"It's enough." She got up and stormed into her room. She leaned down over the bed and gave Lux a soft kiss before turning to her nightstand and leaving a little contraption there. A tiny toy monkey with a pair of cymbals in its hands and a crank in its back.

She looked at her. Her Light. Her Lux. Barely alive, having survived an agony few but Jinx herself would ever know...

"What are you doing?" Garen asked as she left the room in a huff.

"When she wakes up, she's going to need you." She said. She was in a place she hadn't felt herself in in a long time. "When this happened to me, I started hallucinating. I lashed out. Couldn't think straight. God knows what that means for a girl with Magic at her fingertips. You might have to restrain her."

Garen didn't think she could be mad enough to try what he thought she was going to try.

"And where are you going?"

"Hunting." She answered, and she took out a giant... Godesses, what was that thing? It took Garen a minute to comprehend it. Eight metal tubes strapped together to a massive chamber with a handle and a trigger. Scattered paint littered its surface in intricate patterns. She opened the bag with one hand and fed a bunch of scrap metal where she kept the back of the contraption open with the other. An absolute metal abomination of a weapon. "He went too far. Never again. Stay with Lux. Don't go anywhere. More importantly, don't let her go anywhere. If it's anything like what happened to me, she'll try to leave. Hard."

"You can't just take on Sylas by yourself! He's got gods know how many mages guarding him at all times, and even if you could find him, he did that to Lux! Lux had Magic!" Garen was one to talk... Like he didn't want to go himself! But she had just saved Lux's life. He wasn't going to let her throw her own away!

"Exactly. Magic he would steal. Magic he could use. He's so used to fighting your way... He won't be ready for me." Another weapon left the backpack. A single tube this time, thick as hell, almost as long as Isha herself. A metal shark head adorned what Garen assumed to be the nozzle, painted in blue, pink and gold. "Nobody ever is."

He couldn't stop himself. He got up and grabbed her by the shoulders. "And when he kills you? When Lux wakes up and you're dead? What then?! Why save her life if you're just going to make living it miserable?!"

That actually gave her some pause. Good, some common sense! Finally!

"You got somebody, G?" She sounded different... Darker. She was hurting just as much as him. "Somebody you love? Not like you love your sister... Someone you would die for if it meant they got to be free for a day at least... Someone like that?"

"I do. She... Disappeared during the first revolt Sylas started. I haven't seen her since." Garen had to stop himself from wondering the worst.

"What's her name...?"

"Katarina."

"Sounds pretty." And Jinx got the tiniest smile from the Lord Commander. "If it was her on that bed, and I wasn't here to save her... If you knew who did it. Would you stay your hand?"

The thought alone made him sick to his core. "I KNOW who did it! And going at him like this is not the play! He knows how this works!"

"Sylas knows how you work, Garen. He'll be expecting Mageseekers and Illuminators. A grand show of force, scorched earth, the works. That's why I can do this and you can't. Because I don't need Mageseekers and Illuminators to burn everything to the ground. Because he can't plan for me."

"I won't let you." And he meant that shit. He admired the hell out of her now, but he would not let her be killed by that monster too.

"Lord Commander." She said as that purple glow came to her eyes brighter than ever. Those eyes that were like daggers. Bright, glowing daggers that stabbed deep into Garen's soul. There was a rage in those eyes he had never seen on a human before. "With all due respect... You don't have a choice."

And then she pushed him. Harder than he'd ever been pushed in his life. He'd fought the trolls of the Freljord one on one and he'd not been pushed that hard! He flew over the table and landed back on the couch, pure shock in his face.

He saw her in full now. Her veins glowed purple for a second, her eyes a rabid animal's. She unfolded the thing on her shoulder at last, a dusty, dark green hoodie with fangs at the rim, the inside lined with so many toothy grenades Garen couldn't count them all. She readjusted that contraption strapped to her thigh (because of course that was a weapon too) and lifted both of those insane machinations of hers in one hand each as she turned to face the door.

Still in shock, Garen could only form one question.

"Isha... Who are you?"

The girl at least graced him with an answer.

"Not Isha." She said as she pulled the toothy hood over her head. And she sounded like a demon. Garen would know. He'd fought demons. "My name is Jinx of Zaun. When Lux wakes up, ask her who that is."

And in a flash of purple, she was gone.

*****

Jinx unstrapped Starfire from her tree. The mare didn't whine or step back. She knew what time it was too.

"Take me there."

And Starfire did. She carried the Witch of the Woods, weapons and all, like it was nothing. Almost flying through meadows and forests, ever onwards towards the Hinterlands. Towards their prey. She thought of the kind of monster she was hunting....

And a voice in the back of her mind said "Kill", and Jinx didn't have to be told twice.

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