#Teal Wicks

[symphony-in-a]

Per request by @littlelattewanders

[montygatorguy]

&j tour 12/28/24 notes (evening)

covers are usman!lance, fransisco!sly, jaydon!augustine, and jourdan!gregory (the board also had a mistake and said it was lois!juliet while actually being rachel)

act 1

- there was an audio delay with the pit in i want it that way but the players managed to fix it at the end of the song

- rachel did this amazing opt up at the end of baby one more time

- francisco and naima are incredible capulets together they served so much cunt

- nick almost fell off the bed when they flopped onto it

- also this was the first time i think ive seen a verona group (juliet anne may and angelique) that were all relatively the same height which is funny

- during all of the show me love stuff when they’re in paris, corey just sits and sulks on the carriage

- mateus was INTENTLY focused on their gameboy, barely looked at lance while talking to him

- usman kept hip thrusting while talking about fucking frankies mom

- kathryn put their hands on nicks back after the bouncer called them all ladies

- nick already had their crown off before meeting frankie

- NICK AND RACHEL DID THE PINKIE SWEAR THING AFTER SAYING THEY WERE BEST FRIENDS BUT RACHEL THEN KISSED THEIR FIST LIKE??? ADORABLE I LOVE THEM

- mateus is also like the most nervous frankie ever he is terrified of things

- some of the players come and watch the end of overprotected

- mateus does a robot dance when he calls themself dangerous

- they also did a thumbs up towards the audience when he kissed rachel

- usman is such an energetic lance to the point where he almost fell of the bed when rolling on it

- he also did puppy dog eyes when he said “and you are back”

- corey and teal were just being super duper silly during the tango scene

- camille did the “does he mean you?” thing to jourdan when the young man bit was brought up

- nick held mateus’ cheek during kag

- also their kag is like putting the most confident may and the most anxious wet cat frankie together and i adored it

- at point also they had their arms around each other and i was screaming internally (they might need their own post tbh)

- josh picked up teal in it’s my life??

- michael romeo kept popping up and down while juliet and anne talked during it’s my life

act 2

- michael did a ballet jump across the stage in lmlyd

- michael started copying benvolio’s gestures during since u been gone

- whattaya want from me was just really intense and nick was so upset by the end i felt like exploding

- during problem michael hit the highest notes ive heard any romeo hit ever that was crazy

- kathryn and michael had a staring contest before he tried to steal the hat and then he covered his face with said hat

- mateus just seemed?? really scared of corey but also really tired of him during the scene where they assemble the band

- teal’s ttwii is amazing like her voice is so cool i love her

- usman and michael were like. peacocking? near each other before everybody? idk how to describe it it was funny

- when corey called him frankie deboi mateus flat out screamed “DUBOIS!!” in his face and it killed me

- while mateus read his vows and tilted their arm weird rachel tried to tilt her head to read his vows too

- for shape of my heart nick and mateus were just holding onto each other and hugging a lot. like at one point nick just wrapped their arms around his left arm it was adorable

- roar sure was roaring tonight once again it was my “try not to cry challenge” (i survived barely rachel was fucking KILLING it)

- not a show thing but during bows mateus dipped nick down before they both ran downstage which was very cute

[lesbianbroadwaynerd]

ok so, i saw & juliet on tour friday night and it was sooooo good i absolutely loved it! the entire cast was incredible and it was just so amazing :D also it was kinda funny to run into my old choir teachers from middle school who were there (a bit surprising considering these are older catholic women so who knew they’d be so progressive lol and i think they appreciated the nun jokes 😂) in particular i LOVED teal wicks she was amazing as anne, so so funny and her acting during the emotional argument scenes w/ shakespeare was really great, and don’t even get me started on her vocals in “that’s the way it is” (which i may have possibly recorded an audio of 🙃 send me an ask if you want to me to dm it to you i’m more than happy to 🫶🏻) her voice is to die for and her acting especially shines through during that song, just *chefs kiss* and then at the stage door afterwards the cast was so sweet and i had a really funny interaction with teal when i asked for a photo with her and while i’m getting to the camera app i said smth like “you can tell i really like this show cause my wall paper is a press shot from the german production 😅” and in response teal goes: “oh is that willemina?! 😃” and i’m like “yeah, willemijn 😅🥲” (the willemijn fan in me died a little but i just find it so funny and kinda cute that it takes the edge off lol 😂)

anyway thanks for reading my chaotic review/summary/ idek wtf you’d call this post :’)

[thesquirrelqueer]

& Juliet Tour 4/5/25 Notes

matinee

- lois!juliet

- henry has very sparkly arm bracers for blow

- they cut the SMTM flower crowns

- gregory and richard are swapped for the romeo crew bit with juliet during SUBG

- “yes love that!” “yaeeees” from corey

- corey just screaming after the players go “I never wanna hear you say”

- corey doing a fun riff on the 2nd to last “tell me why”

- “alright anne” *teal giggles* “what would happen in your play”

- kenny with the player page in his mouth during the scene after LTL

- lois!juliet is very grounded and I love that

- lois’ voice is very rich

- I love the tour harmonies at the beginning of SMTM, they feel more acapella

- nell is in the bway richard spot for “all of your time spent keeps us alive”

- naima and usman were doing absolutely ridiculous voices as the capulets and it took me out it was sooo funny

- kenny kicking his butt as he rolls out the coffin for SMTM

- nick pointing judgmentally at teal on “ewww”

- corey doing a really silly baby voice on “[you’re all] in your 20s”

- teal doing a laugh before blow

- “me and my friends weren’t on the guest list”

- very long and sad silence between “that’s when I realize” and “i’m not a girl”

- lois gesturing on “frankie da boi” and mateus doing the same motion but on “no” and stretching it out into two syllables to match the gesture

- dion and augustine are the dancers with juliet at the beginning of confident

- mateus doing the robot on “and i'm dangerous”

- kenny doing the same blowing a kiss thing that daah does during the confident playoff

- the way kathryn and paul-jordan did “i remember a little french” “who you calling little” was really cute

- kathryn’s “your wife” didn't get laughs because of how she said the line so sadly

- kathryn yelping “looking back [is what brought me to your bed]”

- mateus having a more confident and excited “so you do wanna marry me!” as opposed to “so you do wanna marry me?”

- “AND I CAN’T GO BACK BECAUSE frankieandiareengaged”

- “but to lose all my sen-tennn-ces” where sentences was a triplet but also on the off beat

- corey twirling away on “present laughter merriment and murth” and then humming before doing a demonic voice for “my thoughts be bloody of be nothing worth”

- mateus cutting off may’s line of “but you know that im not a girl, right? If that what you-” before they even said “girl”

- “so you have nothing to compare it to”

- “I know in my heart of hearts *laughs* … heart of… hearts” as if he had literally just come up with the phrase on the spot or he was just realizing that he was in fact the one who came up with it

- michael doing a fun riff on the first “[and i'm just gonna do it] my way”

- mateus doing an opt down on “i did it my way”

- michael doing a leap on “cause ive never been so high”

- both of the capulets being the only players dancing in response to “am i sexual”

- “If you have stronger feelings for me and i have stronger feelings for you” “may it’s not about-” “we’ll find the friar and marry in secret”

- thee saddest “with me?” from nick

- mateus leaning in to kiss nick again before “us girls we are so magical” 

- paul-jordan pointing upwards on the “come” of “hopefully not indicative of things to come”

- paul-jordan “we’re not doing accents” is very good cause he does just use his real accent

- corey and mateus doing the stark arm wave and mateus making a noise and looking super uncomfortable as he did it

- nick going "WHAAAT" after teal throws the glitter

- for the boop, corey did a fart noise

- the old woman next to me googling “is shakespeare gay?” during intermission

eve

- lois!juliet again

- kenny and ish doing the choreo of the beginning of i hope I get it from a chorus line as the curtain rises before IML

- after “i didn’t know he had a wife” kenny turning to the audience and mouthing “DOES he have a wife?” 

- ish taking player page out of kenny’s mouth in the clump before BOMT

- kenny doing the old augustine hand raise into one finger

- corey seductively taking off his vest during IML

- kenny mimicking corey on “see your body sway” 

- kenny doing half of a hand heart hand during the IWITW (reprise) and corey finishing it with him

- there was a person yelling in the audience during fuckin perfect and it came very close to calling a show stop but lois and kathryn just very awkwardly pushed through the scene

- teal and lois doing the macarena during blow

- lance goes offstage to change during the wedding

- while doing the pre everybody stretches, michael just goes “and he said I was pigeon toed” very loudly but with his mic off

- nella!eleanor and jj!richard matching with their costume colors for the SML couple dance and it looked really nice 

- nick was angry crying by the end of WWFM

- after “after this we should rewrite all your plays” teal started quietly listing different shakespeare shows that they could rewrite

- michael does the IML kick late the same way liam does it

- camille being late with the backpack so they just had to do the selfie super quick

- jj and naima chatting as they set the bench for WWFM

- mateus being super disgusted on “you wore this on your wedding night?”

- yoshi doing this cool walking in place move during the map bit

- nick reaching into the top of their jumpsuit checking for glitter after anne throws the glitter

- for the boop, corey did a meow

- kenny being sad when anne says “seems like a pretty important message to leave to a messenger”

- “ah ha. ah huh. a hahahah. you can’t be in it” 

- nick leaning on kathryn’s shoulder during “for the death of tybalt and mercutio, and of course your parents’ first choice, the nobleman paris” 

- “feel how sweaty I am” corey, very quietly “no”

- corey freaking out on “a play with no conflicts, obstacles or complications” and teal trying to reassure him with “I like this play my love” 

- the drummer going crazy on the act 2 opening instrumental 

- “cause it’s true i’ve been romantic with other people”

- kenny waiting for anne to say “french onion soup” and getting very excited about it once she did 

- “you told me to be confident and i’m trying”

[carbonbeef]

So I got my end of the year/Christmas bonus, and on a whim I decided to buy a second (slightly cheaper and 3 rows further back) ticket to Six, two days later! Genuinely so excited because the last time I’ve been in the orchestra (toward the front at that) was when I was in NYC for the first time in 2011 and won front row lottery tickets to see Wicked (with THE Teal Wicks)!

God adult money is fun especially when you budget appropriately

Christmas gift to myself this year: second row tickets to Six in January

[magicmalcolm]

Spoopy goings on in Kitakami.

[fanbun]

Saycon Sengbloh! Eden Espinosa! Teal Wicks! Danna Paola! Jessica Vosk!

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Okay hear me out poly!bartylus x reader

Animagus reader who can turn into a niffler and is constantly giving barty her findings because reg would make her return them! They also exclusively wear silver because she likes gold shiny things lol

A Bored Barty

Bartylus x Reader

Summary: Barty is bored, alone in his dorm room- until his darling treasure brings him a treasure of her own.

WC: 1.1k

CW: Nothing really. Kisses used as weapons of war. Dont write for Regulus much so forgive me ( Art cred: kprk_pkrs on Twitter)

Barty was bored.

A dangerous thing, really.

He laid sprawled across his bed, one arm hanging off the side, tossing a small, silver knut into the air, catching it, then throwing it again. He had already read through all the interesting books in the dorm, bothered his least favorite housemate, and debated sneaking into Slughorn’s stash for a bit of fun. But even that felt like too much effort.

He sighed dramatically, letting his head loll to the side. The dorm was still, the air thick with the kind of midday lull that made his skin itch- drew you down to this unbearable tired. He needed something. A spark. A game. A bit of madness to wake his bones.

And then-

A soft, skittering sound at the doorway. Tiny claws against stone. A flicker of movement in the corner of his vision.

Barty turned his head sharply, and his entire mood shifted instantly the second he saw that familiar teal coat.

“Oh, there’s my girl,” He purred, pushing himself up on his elbows as you- small, sleek, and utterly adorable in your niffler form- scurried towards him with purpose. 

A purpose that gleamed between your paws.

Barty let out a delighted, wicked little laugh, eyes gleaming with manic glee as you proudly presented your newest prize- a golden ring, ornate and entirely not yours.

“Well, well, well,” He cooed, sitting up fully and reaching out to pluck it from your grasp. He examined it between his fingers, tilting his head as he recognized the engravings. “Now, this is entirely too big for you, innit?”

He grinned. You grinned (or, at least, you looked quite pleased with yourself). Preened? You preened.

Then- 

The door slammed open.

Barty didn’t even flinch. If anything, his day had just gotten much better.

Because there, standing in the doorway, looking half-feral and wholly pissed, was Regulus. 

Barty could kiss you for this. Truly, he could. And, in fact, he might.

Because what was better than both of his partners being in the same room? A pissed off Reg.

“You,” Regulus growled, storming forward, shoulders tense, hair slightly out of place like he had run here. “Tell me you did not let her steal from Avery of all people.”

Oh he just adored you.

Barty just tilted his head, considering. Then he smirked. “Define ‘let.’”

Regulus made an exasperated sound, reaching for the ring in Barty’s hand.

Barty, quick as a viper, yanked him down by the collar.

Regulus barely had time to blink before Barty’s mouth was on his, stealing away every single ounce of righteous anger in one swift, practiced move.

Regulus, like the absolute fool that he was, immediately squeezed his eyes shut. Barty always found it the cutest thing- Regulus unable to help himself. As natural as a moody cat flicking its tail, as a lion roars and as a cougar stalks- Regulus Black closed his eyes for kisses.

Barty smirked against his lips. Eying the cute way his nose scrunched up and he let out a sound close to a whine- protests he never truly meant. The adorable sight complete with him reaching for Barty’s pockets; already knowing what Barty was up to.

And somehow? His free hand still slipped the ring into his pocket without obstacle.

You, still perched on the bed, let out a soft hum of approval, tail flicking as you watched with an utterly smug sort of delight.

Barty deepened the kiss for just a moment- long enough to enjoy the soft, reluctant way Regulus gave in before he pulled back with a smirk.

“What was that you were saying, love?” He purred, tapping Regulus’s chin lightly with his fingers. “Something about our dear ol’ Avery?”

Regulus huffed, eyes fluttering open, already scowling as he reached for Barty’s pocket again. “Give. It. Back.”

Barty grinned. “Give what back?”

Regulus glared. “The ring, Barty.”

“The ring?” Barty echoed, feigning confusion. He patted his chest, then his sides, then even made a show of checking under the pillow. “Hm. Don’t seem to have it.”

“You-” Regulus cut himself off, jaw tightening. Then his sharp gaze flickered to you, still perched happily on the bed, tail flicking with amusement.

“And you,” he accused. “You know exactly what you did.”

You tilted your head, ears twitching, looking every bit the picture of innocent curiosity.

Barty’s grin only widened. “Oh, come on, Reg,” he drawled, fingers lazily tracing circles on Regulus’s waist where he still had him held close. “Look at that face- does that look like the face of a thief?”

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose, as if trying to summon the patience of Merlin himself.

“Turn back,” Barty said suddenly, looking at you now, voice smug and expectant.

You blinked up at him.

“Go on, love,” he coaxed, a lilt of challenge in his tone. “Let’s see those totally empty pockets of yours, shall we?”

For a moment, you debated staying in your niffler form- safe, small, and easy to scamper away if things got sticky. Barty looked ready to bite- Regulus too. But both were looking at you like they already knew.

With a soft huff, you shifted back into your human form- warm magic rippling over your body as you transformed.

Barty let out a bark of delighted laughter the second he saw you.

Because, oh, you were full of it.

Your pockets bulged comically, weighed down with far too many treasures- little trinkets and stolen baubles pressing against the fabric, revealing shapes of coins, buttons, and Merlin knew what else.

Regulus made an outright wounded noise. “Oh, for Salazar’s sake-”

Barty grabbed your wrist and yanked you down into his lap, laughing as he did so. “You absolute menace,” he grinned, wrapping his arms around you tight. “Not a dull moment with you, hm?”

You wriggled slightly, but Barty just adjusted, pulling Regulus down with you in one smooth, easy move- trapping you both in his arms. Regulus made a sound of protest, but it was weak at best, his cheek pressed against your temple, caught between exasperation and reluctant affection.

Barty smirked against your hair. “Now,” he murmured, voice slow, teasing, “should we even bother to check her pockets? Or should we just accept the fact that our little niffler is a bloody menace and move on?”

Regulus groaned into your shoulder. “You both drive me mad.”

Barty just laughed, pleased as anything, nuzzling shamelessly against the two of you as you let out a small, smug hum of victory.

Because in a few hours, Regulus would make you empty your pockets and identify whose riches were whose. He’d likely scold you but give up half way through when he sees those pretty eyes of yours gloss.

He’d make you return them and Barty would be alone in his room again. Waiting.

But right now? 

He felt alright.

[lou-struck]

For Little You

Keigo Takami x reader

W.C: 1.9k

~ For the first time in his life, Keigo gets to feel like a kid in a candy store. 

"Are you sureeee you don't wanna split this soft pretzel with me?" Keigo asks with a teasing smile as he holds out the last little piece of the snack he got when you first got to the mall. Outings like this, where the two of you can walk hand in hand, going about your day as if you were normal civilians, are rare. Usually, you would've been stopped by Keigo's numerous fans due to his eye-catchingly glorious red wings, but thanks to a nasty run-in with a villain, he has only a few feathers hidden under his jacket. 

"Nope, that's all you," you say. All he had been talking about leading up to your mall expedition was getting his hands on a soft pretzel. 

"Suit yourself." he humms tossing the last piece of the pastry into his mouth. Now, with his hands free, they sneak through the open space to latch onto yours as you continue walking. A soft smile on his face as you continue having a peaceful day off. 

"Hey, what's that place over there? "you point at the giant teal and gold striped columns of a shop you certainly haven't seen before.

"Isn't that where the exotic rock shop was?"  He comments, taking a sip from the thick straw of his bubble tea. "What was it called? Something like Rocks and Roads?"

"Your guess is better than mine, I never went in there," you say. "Did you ever go in there?" 

"I have a few times, "he admits with a chuckle. "One of the sidekicks who worked at my agency a few years back was able to eat rocks and crystals and things like that and make armor out of it. So I got them for a Secret Santa year and got them a really cool one."

"Oh, are you talking about Rock Muncher?" you say, enthusiastically recalling the Geo Hero. "Whatever happened to her?"

"Got a new cushy job overseas and transferred, but I heard she is doing really well over there." 

"Wow, that's great." you smile as you get a closer look at the new store. "It looks like they replaced the Rock store with a candy store."

"A candy store?" Keigo parrots, his eyes lighting up at the prospect. As much as he tries to hide it, Keigo has a wicked sweet tooth, one that he rarely has the chance to indulge in due to his strict upbringing at the hands of the hero's commission.

"Wanna check it out?" you ask hopefully; you could definitely have a sweet treat right about now, and judging by the way Keigo's eyes scan the decorative gummy bear statue in the shop's window, he is too.

"Am I that transparent?" he chuckles as you tug on his hand, guiding him into what many people call heaven.

The smell of chocolate wraps around you in a loving embrace as you step into the warmly lit store.  Large plastic containers of different types of sweets line the shop's walls like wallpaper. "Wow, I have never seen so many different types of candy before." You exclaim, fascinated by the variety.

"I-it's unreal," Keigo says, a slight waiver of a motion in his tone; you turn to look at him but are unable to catch his eye. His gaze fixated on a mother and her child picking out sweets from the largest display case by the cash register.

"What ones do you think we should bring home?" the mother asks her starry-eyed child.

"All of them…" they murmur dazedly, unable to stare at any one treat for too long. Although their interaction is cute, there is a distant look of sorrow in your boyfriend's eyes, and you realize that this may be a new experience for him.

Keigo never had the kind of childhood that most children had, even before he started training under the hero commission. You have a feeling that he never got the opportunity to pick out treats at the candy store. 

"Maybe we should get a few things," you say giving his hand a squeeze to let you know that you are still with him and those bad memories are things of the past.

"We should?"

"Yes. for uhhh quality control," you say jokingly. "It's our responsibility to test out some of the products and make sure nothing is poisonous."

"Can't argue with that logic," he laughs, grabbing two large baskets and handing one to you. "Let's go crazy then."

"You don't have to tell me twice," you laugh, your hands tingle in anticipation as you wonder which mouthwatering corner of the shop you should start filling your basket in. 

~

You aren't sure when you lost Keigo among the sugary aisles, but you first noticed his absence when you found a large gummy snake; you held it up like a goofball and turned to show him, only to realize that he was no longer following behind you. 

Knowing he would never just abandon you, you continue your browsing, becoming fascinated by just how many types of candy exist in the world. 

Some treats you remember vaguely from your childhood, but the wrapping has changed a bit over the years, and some seem to be from completely different countries.  But where they come from doesn't matter; they all find their way into your basket.

The weight of your basket grows heavier by the second, but that doesn't deter you from wandering through the store aimlessly. The smell of freshly made fudge hits the back of your throat, and you make a mental note to consider flossing your teeth when you get home. 

At an endcap across from the drink fridge, you stumble across a brightly colored display of chocolate bars; each one is wrapped in a different colored wrapping; upon closer inspection, you realize that all the different colors are used to represent the wide variety of flavors. 

Minty green for Chocolate Chip Mint.

Purple for Ube. 

Gold for Fried Chicken

Black for Dark Chocolate Raspberry…

You pause and slowly backtrack. To get a closer look at the golden wrapping of the Fried Chicken flavored milk chocolate bar. 

'How does that even work?' you murmur to yourself. 'Was the chocolate mixed with chicken broth or something?"

You curiously pick up the packaging just to see what exactly is in the chocolate to make it chicken flavored and can't find anything. 

An unnerving shiver shoots down your spine as you set the bar down in favor of some candy that does not represent a dinner entree. 

The next thing you know, your basket has miraculously filled with not only your favorite sweets but tons of things you want to try out, as well as some things that you know Keigo likes. 

Holding the full basket is painful and you have to put all your focus on not dropping it to the floor. A bead of sweat drips down your brow as you trudge over to the cash register, only to accidentally bump into someone. Apologies are already flying off your tongue as you lock eyes with Keigo. 

His is even more full than yours is. A big smile is on his face as he takes in both you and your basket. He must've really needed this sugary retail therapy, and although you know that no amount of money can undo the pitfalls of his childhood, getting to share these sweet, special moments with you is more than worth it.

"It looks like we did some damage," he says, taking your too-heavy basket from you with ease. You smile at him gratefully and look down at your stinging,  slightly indented palms. 

"We sure did. But do you think we have enough?" you tease as Keigo sets both containers on the countertop with a thud. 

"Barely, but I think we will manage." he grins, taking out his credit card and handing it to the cashier, who is looking at Keigo suspiciously. You have to hold in a laugh; it's the same look of muddled recognition he gets while in public without his big red wings. Apparently, most people can't seem to put their finger on what about him is so familiar without them. 

After paying way too much for basically a year's supply of candy, the two of you drag your enormous, triple-lined shopping bags out the doors and into the bustling mall.

You do well for a while but once you reach a less busy area of the mall, you become aware of just how heavy your load is.  Your muscles ache as you try to keep up with Keigo's chipper steps. And you have to stop to readjust your hold.

When he notices that you are no longer walking alongside him, he pauses and turns back to look at you confusedly. "What's the matter Angel? Is your bag too heavy for you?"

You look at the four bags he is carrying and then back at the one he gave you. "No." You lie casually, setting the bag on a wooden bench for support. "I was just thinking that we should each try something before we get home."

"To lighten the load?" he teases, joining you over on the bench. 

"Fine, maybe the bags are a little heavy." you relent, "but I still want to try something."

"Works for me. There is something I really want to test out." he laughs, reaching across your lap and digging into the bag you have been hauling. He pulls out a familiar-looking paper-wrapped chocolate bar, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust. 

"Really Kei? Out of everything we just bought from freaking candy palooza, you choose the Fried Chicken chocolate bar?"

"I sure did," he grins, unwrapping the chocolate right in front of you. "C'm on. Aren't you at least a little curious about what it would taste like?

"Curious, yes. But I'd rather eat something that tastes like fruit, not poultry," you comment, selecting some sour cherry gummies from your bag instead. 

"More for me then," he laughs, holding out his bar towards you; now unwrapped, your nose picks up the slight aroma of chicken and honey flavorings. "Cheers."

You bump his chocolate bar with your little candy packet and take a bite. The sweet, sour taste of the gummy explodes over your tongue and crackles pleasantly against your taste buds. The addicting taste has you immediately reaching for another coin-sized gummy. 

You notice Keigo has fallen silent and you look over to him. His expression is unreadable as he stares down at his chocolate bar with a furrowed brow.

"What's the matter, Kei?" you ask. "Does it taste bad?"

"No, it's just interesting," he says back finally. "I think I like it."

You are dumbfounded, shook, stunned.  "You do?"

"Yeah, want to try a little bit?" he waves the bar in front of you again, and you catch a glimpse of little golden specks in the chocolate. 

"Fine, just a little piece," you say, reaching for the bar. 

"Ah ah ah," he pulls the bar away and presses his lips to yours. The taste of honey, and savory chocolate still dancing on his lips as he kisses you. 

After indulging in your oxygen like its candy, he pulls away and gives you a coy little grin. "Now that wasn't so bad, now was it y/n."

"Hmmm, I don't know," you respond, your lips curving up into a syrupy sweet little smirk. I think I'll need to have another taste just to be sure."

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @sleepyyshroom @isaacdaknight @qardasngan @dog55teeth @atigerandabear @anjodedesgostoeerros

[naffeclipse]

Packmates

Reader x Orca!Eclipse

Commission Info

This is such a delightful little fic requested by @counterbalance involving Orca!Eclipse having a little heart-to-heart with Michael and Vanessa with, of course, Y/N overseeing it! It's very cathartic and sweet to see all of these characters talk to each other after everything that has happened. I hope you enjoy!

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Spring in the Arctic is frigid. No flowers bloom along the frozen land. Sea smoke sends pale wisps into the rosy pink dawn light. Jutting mounts of hills and ice jag the landscape as you slip closer and closer to the edge of the snow-dotted ocean. 

You tuck your scarlet wool scarf tighter around your throat. Goggles and a hood protect your face and eyes from the wicked air so cold, it brandishes itself like a knife against exposed skin. 

The darkness of a blistering cold night in the polar region lifts away, and the sweet, soft light of a new, short day begins. Slowly, the days will get longer and longer, until there is only the hint of dusk before it brightens all over again. You marvel at the sunlight on the glittering frozen ground. The way it refracts upon the tips of waves as the ocean churns slowly in its below-zero temperature state. 

All of this is no matter to an orca siren. Eclipse has never been cold. Only alone.

That will change.

You trek across the plain with company. It’s taken you a few days to prepare Eclipse to meet your packmates as he refers to them properly. He’s not wrong. Michael and Vanessa form your little tightly knit group, forged by comradery from first being stuck in such a stark landscape in a tiny base, to then enduring the mysterious uncertainty of sirens and the lingering presence of those who hunted them. 

They tried to protect you and you protected them. On your left, Michael’s head is on a swivel. He strains his neck as he peers down into the deep and dark indigo waters as if he might spy Eclipse before he’s ready to emerge. His gloved hands clench, held in front of him as if a harpoon might materialize and drop into his waiting palms. The fur of his dark gray parka is red, pushed by the slight breeze as if he were an Arctic fox roaming, briskly attempting to keep away from a much larger threat.

Vanessa walks so close to you on your other side that her shoulder repeatedly brushes against your own with the thick scratch of durable fabric from your Arctic gear echoing. Her face repeatedly turns to you. A black aviator hat protects her head from the fierce cold, the white fur along the flops of her head attire serving to keep her safe and warm. She anxiously moves her arms. You wonder if she intends to hug you or drag you back to base—either way, she seems to want to grab onto you tightly, as if you might fall through the thick ice now. 

They have their reasons to fear, but it’s alright now. Eclipse isn’t going to hurt anyone.

Seeing is believing, it seems, as you lead them towards the icy coast. The water reveals a deeper teal hue to its soft waves and lapping against the edge of the sea as the sun glares across the horizon. You squint against the brightness. Holding up a hand to help shield your gaze, you search the salty edge of the ocean.

Eclipse said he would meet them. He said he wants to know your packmates better.

“Stay here,” you say softly.

Michael’s shoulders become rigid. His eyes, verdant and almost wild, like a creature about to snap with its fangs, follow you in anticipation.

“Are you sure?” he asks. 

You turn back, smiling despite how well your Arctic gear covers you up. 

“I am. It’s okay, Michael.” In a firmer tone, you remind, “You said you would give him a chance.”

Inhaling deeply, he dips his chin once. “I did. But he’s still a siren.”

“And you’re a human who had a harpoon.” You face him, no longer shrinking in his presence. There are no more secrets, no more reasons to protect each other from the truth. You love Eclipse. That should be enough for Michael but it’s going to take a little more time.

But he’ll see.

“We don’t have them now,” Vanessa says. She crosses her arms in what might have been a pout but her gloved hands grip herself anxiously. “It—He can still sing.”

“He won’t. He promised me he wouldn’t.” You have to ask much of them, and winter isn’t enough time for change, but it’ll have to do. “Trust me.”

They can now. Michael and Vanessa glance at each other, reassuring and perhaps, reinspired by the other. 

You nod gratefully and turn back to the water. You kneel at its edge, searching for a tell-tale sign of a sharp dorsal fin or burning red flukes. He shouldn’t be bold—at least more than is excessive for him. You took great care to explain to him how wary Michael and Vanessa might be and that he needs to be on his best behavior. He promised but the way he held you close in an embrace left a grain of doubt in your mind.

In the distant dark teal of the Arctic Ocean, you spy the beautiful, red-tipped dorsal fin of an orca siren. Eclipse. He swims slowly, approaching in the way a shark might curiously regard fresh bait while it’s not currently hungry. You wait. In the corner of your vision, Michael and Vanessa tense. You remain, hands on your legs, inhaling the frost-bitten scent of the wind before the dorsal fin dips below.

Right before you, where ice meets water, Eclipse emerges dripping wet, maw wide open in a grin. His eyes burn through the chilled landscape. One yellow and one red eye greet you with a radiant wonder. His expression softens. Your heart warms as he reaches for you, black-tipped claws dripping wet.

“Happy day, birdie,” he singsongs in a low rumble of harmonics. 

His hands brush your gloved palms, and you hear a strange rush of steps behind you. Eclipse’s eyes narrow. He latches onto your wrists just as arms encircle you from behind, one over your shoulder, and another around your waist, and a breathless sound of panic touches the back of your hood. You look down to find the off-white garb of Vanessa’s Arctic gear clinging to you, her gloves twisting deeply into your coat.

“Vanessa,” Michael says, his tone unreadable. He steps closer just as Eclipse growls.

“It’s okay,” you pipe up over everyone. “We’re fine, everyone’s fine.”

Tensions soar as you slowly turn your head back to find Vanessa wide-eyed and breathless. Her gaze is locked onto Eclipse. A rumble on the threat of a snarl vibrates through Eclipse’s chest. Vanessa holds you tighter.

“Eclipse, will you let go of me?” You level him with a pointed stare. “I want to introduce you to my packmates.”

Eclipse’s teeth flash. His array of head frills, flaring in dark oranges and deep reds, cut through the blues and whites of the Arctic in his agitation. 

“Eclipse,” you say softly, “Let me go. Just for a moment.”

His gaze drops back to you. You are firm, and unyielding as he lowers his shoulders. A softness returns to his feature. Though he appears pained to release your wrists, his claws slip away. 

Vanessa’s death grip upon you loosens in the slightest.

“Vanessa, this is Eclipse.” You pat her arms once. “He’s not taking me anyway. You can stop grabbing me now.”

She drags in a ragged breath. She slowly blinks, her green eyes returning to a more sensible state as she at last withdraws her arms from around you. You pat her arm again. Yet, she sits close beside you, trembling with anticipation. 

Gently, you gesture towards her, “Eclipse, this is my packmate, Vanessa.”

He tilts his head. Hiding his teeth, he smiles. “Hello.”

A stare follows from Vanessa, caught somewhere before wariness and the strangeness of an orca siren speaking to her. Was she expecting a monstrous grable to leave his lips or perhaps a wicked song? 

“Hi.” she finally decides. She glances at you in confusion for a moment. 

Oh, right. Packmate. You’ll explain that later.

“Eclipse,” you then hold your hand out beyond Vanessa to Michael. He still stands on his feet, unwilling or unable to join you guys on the ice that the orca siren leans his arms against. “This is Michael.”

Eclipse’s eyes sharpen as if the tip of an icicle. He lifts his hand. Michael tenses, his fists balling into fists.

“You are the child of the human who took away my pod, my family,” his deep voice is abysmal with the accusations. “I thought you would be worse.”

Michael turns hard as stone. Tension laces his jaw as he clenches tightly. Your heart skips a beat, glancing sharply between the two.

Eclipse snarls. “Your father killed my mother.”

“Sirens are dangerous,” Michael retorts, his shoulders braced for an impact that you refuse to see.

“Eclipse, you said you would be good to my pack,” you say sharply. You reach out and touch the back of Eclipse’s slick, sheeny hand.

He pauses, his eyes flashing to you. His claws quickly curl around your wrist. 

“I am,” he says, but he lowers his voice. 

Vanessa tenses, her hand reaching to hook around the crook of your arm. Desperation fills you to the brim.

“Please, there’s been enough fighting and hatred.” You look between all three of them. “You all have suffered, haven’t you?”

You steely hold Michael’s gaze. His expression morphs between molten rage and seething hatred before melting into something less bitter. You turn on Eclipse. His expression is sharp, edged with rime and fangs. You squeeze his hand. He glances down at your small gloved fingers in his palm. Slowly, he breathes out a huff of misty air. When you turn to Vanessa, her head is already bowed. Her grip upon your arm is no longer a means to keep you close, but to anchor herself.

“My sister,” Michael says, then stops. He struggles for a moment before looking at Eclipse—truly looking at Eclipse for the first time. “My sister is gone because of my father.”

The beginnings of a snarl pulling over his teeth stop. Eclipse’s grip around your hand becomes gentle. A low sound of sympathy escapes him in a warble.

“Afton let my mother be taken by a siren.” Vanessa’s voice is so small, you almost don’t catch it. “He sacrificed her for the sake of his studies.”

Her fingers dig into your coat. You wish you had another hand so you might comfort her. 

Eclipse looks at your other packmate, much more gentle as he leans closer as if to console her. Then, for a moment, he’s pierced with a strange expression. He leans away. His hand slips out of yours as he clenches his hands. His claws rake over the ice.

“Did the siren take your mother as a mate?”

Vanessa’s head lifts. Her mouth contorts as if her very muscles are paralyzed before she says gravelly, “I think so.”

Eclipse’s gaze falls over you. A memory of a time of being stolen away, held underwater, and forced to swim leaves you with a chill. Eclipse, however, slowly inches his hand back to you, open and waiting, and you accept it again. His shiny black and white markings are still sea salt-slick. He whistles a soft sound.

“It is wicked to force your will upon another,” his voice is low, repentant. 

Michael and Vanessa share equal expressions of scrutiny and wonder. Perhaps you merely imagine the first shine of acceptance in their eyes, but it’s a start.

Visibly, they relax. Vanessa still holds to your elbow but her fingers are no longer hooking around you in the hope of keeping you from being reeled out. Gradually, Michael lowers himself onto one knee. He rests his arm on his leg and loses the tautness in his body. 

You hold tight to Eclipse’s fingers. You wish you could close the distance. It’s been a few days since you’ve returned to the Arctic and spent time with Eclipse, but you still yearn for more of him. It was a long and cold winter without your siren. 

Perhaps humans and sirens don’t have to stay enemies. Perhaps the past can die with the generation who couldn’t stop fighting. Maybe you all can be better, and happier.

“Eclipse, will you tell Vanessa what you told me before?” you nudge. You think it will sound better coming from a siren than from you. 

Straightening, Vanessa glances quizzically at you, then Eclipse as a few water droplets fall from his frills.

“Your mother may be alive.” He turns towards the sea without releasing your hand. “She may be out there. I can help find her if that is something you wish.”

A ripple of shock crosses your friend’s expression. Of course, you and Michael promised to help search for her mother now that she understood what may have become of her. This is one of your motivations for returning to the Arctic. Vanessa is almost speechless. You have never seen her emotional before, but you wonder if she may weep. Is she happy or angry that a siren would offer such a thing to her? Knowing what happened to her mother?

“You know where she is?” she asks.

“No,” Eclipse corrects promptly, “but I can aid in your search. I know these waters. I have swam them all my life. If she is here, I can locate her.”

She glances at you, her eyes shining. You smile reassuringly. Slowly, she turns to Michael. His expression is firm and difficult to read, but he gives a slight nod. 

This might not end up how you wish it would, but it’s something. It’s hope—a possible answer after never having her mother all of her life. You wonder what kind of tail her mother could possess, and shiver as you glance down to your legs covered in thick Arctic gear.

“I—Yes,” Vanessa says at last. She faces Eclipse. “I would owe you everything if you helped me find her.”

A wide grin splits the crescent marking of his face. Just below the water and beyond the edge of ice you sit upon, his tail snaps to one side.

“No need. I want nothing more than what I have.” He squeezes your hands. His claws carefully brush over the fabric of your gloves as your heart swells with pride. 

You face him. Gently tugging yourself free of Vanessa’s grip, her hold loosens and she lets you go, her hand hanging in the air while you close the distance between you and Eclipse. His arms open gladly. You enter his embrace. A spark of shyness flies through you, never having an audience before to witness the affection between you and the orca siren.

Eclipse makes you forget all else as he hums soothingly. He nuzzles softly along your hood, pushing your goggles up to touch the heat of your skin. You close your eyes. He squanders not the opportunity to press a slick kiss to one eyelid, then the other. You breathe softly.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him.

“I thought you would know there is no need to thank me,” he rumbles with mirth, “but I still enjoy it.”

You pull back and touch his cheek. He leans into it before you remember who is present. You turn back to Michael and Vanessa and bashfully ask where they should start looking first.

[cypherlune]

OPEN RP

PSA: This RP is a part one of a 3 part open RP series over the next.... two weeks? Yes Evelyn might forget some of you... because ✨angst✨. This RP will be doing a really deep dive into her backstory, which does contain some trauma and stuff. So uhhhh yeah. The Blue Beam may make a short appearance too. Enjoy! TW: mention of Abuse --------------------------------------------------- You hadn't heard from Evelyn for almost 2 weeks now. This wasn't super unusual, because sometimes she was on a really covert mission or fixated on work. But she always told you when she was gonna disappear. Not always why, but she'd always tell you. And something told you that this was different. You had searched her room, asked the Avengers to keep tabs on her apartment back in North Carolina (her old adoptive parents house), and still nothing. You were getting worried. But you knew that she was strong. [Timeskip to about 1 week earlier] Evelyn had known this day would come someday. The day when her longtime captors would come for her eventually. And catch her. Why did she have to be tired at that moment? All these thoughts rushed through her head as HYDRA scientists surrounded the room and prepared something. She knew what they were going to try to do. Extract the code from her head if she didn't tell them. . "Hello petit fille." Her old handler sneers in her face. God she hated him. The years of harrassment and pain from him clearly showed in her eyes. She stared back up at him, her teal eyes shining with determination. "You know I wont just give you the code." She said, trying to be brave. "Oh we know." Her handler said with a wicked grin, stepping back to let the scientists strap her in. They didn't manage to get the code out of her head, but they managed to wipe all of her memories. Only her HYDRA conditioning remained. Not the Blue Beam, (though HYDRA will call her that) but Evelyn, working for HYDRA. She began doing work almost immediately. Their best assassin now under their control again. [back to normal] You got news from someone on how there was an assassin going around killing people as of late. You groaned. You knew what this meant. She was back, and you couldn't stop her. If you could break through the Blue Beam mind control.... no. This is different. Not the Alter ego. You immediately pack up your stuff, a small backpack and put your suit on to look for her. You find her in an alleyway, just finishing up an assassination. She had her back turned to you, suit in stealth mode (the glowing turquoise on her suit is dimmed to a dark teal) and her hood up. "Evelyn?" You whisper quietly. Hoping somewhere in there she was there. [part one, part two in like 4 days after everyones Rp'd with this one] tags: @the-good-redheaded-witch @crazyinlovewithmarvel (idk what rp blog u wanna use so) @serenastark-official @hydrabucky @thebestmerc-1 @over-bi-the-wayside @goddess-of-birds @little-lost-prince @luna-draven @nadia-stark-official @your-fav-russian-assassin @alliestatefanficworld tag others and feel free to join if you want (even ppl who have never interacted)

[hannahbarberra162]

I enjoy you weekly Possessions. It's like a little surprise mixed in with all the other goodies

Thank you!!! I can't really stop the Possessions - they come to me as smutty visions that I have to write to exorcise. I promise I'm working on all the other stuff, I'm about halfway done writing the next Under the Microscope and finishing that Law thing. But......the visions.......they call to me........

Like today I read the latest post by @yanderenightmare and the therapist one reminded me a lot of bad Marco. Forgive me for using some of the same phraseology but…

Everything under the cut since its NON CON, DEAD DOVE

Thank you @kitsunechan707 for hyping me <3

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

Pro Re Nata

TW: DEAD DOVE, NON CON, BAD MARCO!

WC: ~1k

Marco’s thumb hooked in your cheek to keep you from biting down as his thick cock bruised the back of your throat. Not that you’d bite anyway, not with the latent power pulsing through the man who has you on your knees, the teal fire whipping around him as if blown by a supernatural wind.  He continued pistoning further and faster, not minding your fingers fluttering and nails scratching against his muscular thighs, trying to communicate your desperate message. At first you tried to get him to stop, to make him let you go but now you were trying to show your need for air, for him to give you just a moment’s break before he continued to do what he wanted with you. 

You gagged as his toned stomach was brushing your nose, Marco’s hand gripping your hair at the roots to prevent you moving away from him. He thrust himself all the way down your throat - your tears, snot, drool and desperate moans doing nothing to dissuade him from facefucking you like you were his personal fleshlight. Your jaw ached from his size and stamina - and Marco wasn't in a hurry. When he finally came, you did your best not to swallow his load, to let it drool out of your mouth like the rest of your spit. Marco tutted as he pulled himself out, half hard again already to your dismay.

"Ah, ah. Finish your medicine yoi," he cooed as his grip changed. He took out his thumb as his large hand gripped your jaw, clamping it shut against and pressing against your lips. His second hand rubbed column of your throat to encourage you to swallow, like you were a recalcitrant pet. He continued, his long slim fingers stroking your throat as his other hand bruised your jaw. You gulped down his warm load as best you could, the substance felt like it was stuck to every inch of your esophagus. Marco released his hand from over your mouth but not your throat, running his thumb over your lips. “Every drop,” he said through half lidded eyes, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You dutifully sucked the come off his thumb even as your stomach roiled and threatened to heave.

“Good girl. That’s enough for now yoi,” he husked, hauling you to your feet. You were only able to see in the dark storeroom by the light of his phoenix fire, the light casting his shadow longer against the wooden walls. He backed you up against a wall, pinning your hands above your head with only one hand as he leaned down to your eye level. You jerked your head away, not wanting to look at the Commander who’d used you so roughly that you’d be hurting for days to come. Marco smirked and leaned down further, capturing your lips with his own. You choked out a cry as he bit your lower lip hard enough that you tasted the coppery tang of your own blood. Marco shoved his second hand down the front of your shorts and into your panties, his long middle finger parting your slit unerringly. Running his finger along your pussy lips, you pleaded with the Commander, hoping to find a shred of mercy in him.

“N-no, please, I don’t-” you pleaded, twisting in his hold as you tried to get away from his wicked fingers. You knew what he’d find and you didn’t want him to take it as an invitation or to mean that you’d enjoyed your time alone with him.

“So wet yoi. I knew you wanted this too but you can continue to play your little games. Always teasing me with these skimpy clothes, showing your body to the crew. I know what medicine whores like you need and I’m happy to give it to you yoi,” Marco purred into your ear. You redoubled your efforts to get away but all it earned you was his knee shoved in between your thighs to increase the friction.

“I already know your concern - you think I’m a bad lover because I was selfish for our first time together. I apologize, it’s unlike me yoi. I’ll have plenty of time to change your mind, you’ll see. You’ll be in my office in six hours, waiting for me. And if you aren’t, I’ll find you and fuck you wherever you are. And you don’t want our brothers to see what a needy slut you are, do you? How you cry and whine when you suck cock but are dripping wet, your sloppy hole clenching on nothing, waiting for someone to fill you up with their come. You don’t want them to think they need a taste, do you?” he asked, his voice full of mock concern. You shook your head dumbly as you swallowed, the taste of his cum still on your tongue. 

“M-marco, please, I don’t want - please not again…I’ll - I’ll tell someone,” you whispered, indignation creeping into your tone. The grip on your wrists tightened to bruising as Marco’s smile widened.

“You’ll tell someone what? You’re not hurt, there’s no evidence that anything happened. You’re a new nobody recruit on a Yonko ship and I’m the beloved First Division Commander. Who do you think they’re going to believe? You or me?” With that, Marco pressed his forehead against your own, his fire leaping from his body to your own. The teal flames danced like little devils along your skin as all the aches, bruises, cuts and pains that he’d caused were gone, his power healing you instantly. He was right - there was no evidence that anything had happened - nothing anyone would believe anyway.

“Good girls take their medicine several times a day, and I’m a very meticulous doctor.”

[thesquirrelqueer]

& Juliet NA Tour 9/25/24 Notes

- if I say an actor’s name that’s an acting choice if I say a character’s name that’s a tour change/tour track thing (afaik)

- confident is flipped, frankie does his verse on stage left instead of right

- lord and lady cap swap during SMTM (lady cap on stage right of lord cap instead of left but they both still enter from stage right). also since there’s no lift they don’t sit on the coffin they just sort of walk off stage left

- they roll the coffin on stage for SMTM

- shakespeare walks behind the juliet sign and enters that way for LTL

- completely different romeo blocking during BOMT, he enters farther back, goes sits on the tomb like usual then gets off the tomb, walks in a circle with the set being spun, then walks out the back

- dion track is a mix of rumour and imogen

- different music for rumour solo

- mateus is the most autistic frankie ever

- nick takes off their crown before may bumps into frankie then mateus puts it back on their head

- maycois slow dancing during KAG, at some point after the second kiss they do that thing people do when they slow dance back to front with their arms around each other

- gregory spins the carriage manually but it’s barely noticeable unless you’re looking for it

- the bed doesn’t spin so the domino choreo spacing is different

- richard and eleanor do the SML couple dance in front of the carriage and end on stage left instead of right

- dion does the imogen line “did my heart love til now”

- frankie hopping over the dj station to get to the virginal

- mateus does a lot of crossing over his arms while playing the virginal

- a small crowd appears to watch frankie and juliet jam together

- no coffin during IML

- michael does the running in place thing

- michael peaking out behind the set during the IML juliet and anne part and doing a gay little wave to her

- lucy is the sign girl now instead of richard

- augustine does the mist for soliloquy but it’s like a full on fog machine

- different harmony stacking a lot of places (LTL, SMTM, SUBG, and problem were the most noticeable ones)

- lucy is no longer in the middle during the “he used to come to my balcony all the time” part of SMTM she’s on stage left

- mateus and nick is a lethal combination

- no doors for the curtain so people just walk off into the wings

- may, anne, and angelique going “girl” after juliet says she’s gonna be 14

- corey is a lot more antagonistic of a shakespeare

- mateus mimicing rachel gesturing for “frankie da boi” on “no!”

- mateus insane riff on “oh yeah”

- virginal gets scooted on on wheels (then off the same way)

- juliet hands frankie a drink before confident, I have no idea where it came from it just sort of appeared

- teal is such a mom

- angelique hides behind the bed at one point before lance wakes up

- choreo and blocking for the second half of KAG is completely different

- lance enters from stage right before blow

- dion does the rumour dance during blow

- dion does the map feature

- set design for the dubois house is a flat projection with a ladder but the mini one is placed next to it

- halfway through the soliloquy the choreo gets flipped

- michael ballet leap turn thing on “I don’t care” during LMLYD

- there’s a bench that frankie and lance sit on before WWFM

- also the tree is replaced by a lamppost

- all the players stop dancing and singing after “am I sexual” and it’s very funny

- the ferris wheel has been replaced by a moon and it was very shaky and unstable looking, it gave me so much anxiety

- rip gay gossip table (lucy dances with benvolio and dion dances with augustine)

- romeo doesn’t take off his jacket before “ello brothers”

- the roar scaffolding appears during the blackout

- michael romeo it is his first day on earth I won’t elaborate

- ALAYM beginning is a lot more “a cappella group” sounding

- nick and mateus hug into SOMH

- angelique enters farther back before OMT

- problem blocking and partial choreo is different (lucy is stage right now)

- shakespeare not being onstage before “the carrige driver told us everything” like he and anne ran back onstage to deliver his line then ran back off

- rip the wedding balls they’re all just kinda standing there

- augustine does a one finger raise instead of a full hand during SMTM

- the moon is hovering a few feet off the ground during the dialogue after OMT then lowers down after “I can’t love you romeo”

- IWITW instrumental playing under the shakespeare and anne convo before teenage dream

- “I didn’t know he had a wife” was giving “I slept with him but I swear to god I didn’t know he was married i’m sowwy” it’s like shelby was confessing it

- no lift for romeo out of SUBG so anne just like pushes him off stage on the stage right

- teal struggling slightly to get the quill out on “if only there was a way, oh wait there is”

- nick says mantua like matt does

- different lance choreo on the first “you make me feel like i’m living a teenage dream”

[thebreakerofchains]

Lights Down Low

A/N: So, I was listening to this song, and I was hit with the thought of Nesta and well...Less than decent thoughts. So, I mused to myself "why not?" and wrote this self indulgent one-shot. Keeping in mind that while I am a pro at reading smut, I am all but a novice writer of it, at best.

Nesta Archeron x Fem!IllyrianReader

Warnings: SPICY!! DNI if you are a minor.

Cassian had woken you up that morning frantically spewing about how he wouldn’t be able to go to training – you were barely awake let alone properly hearing what he threw at you full speed at those ungodly morning hours – all you got was that it had something to do with the Illyrian camp and Devlon and that he really would appreciate if you could cover for him seeing that leaving the females with Azriel being the only instructor was as dangerous as lighting a match near gasoline. And, if you knew something about Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie it’s that do they burn and blow easily. 

So, you decided you were in a generous mood today while you dressed up in your fighting leathers and headed towards the training area at the House of Wind. He also owes you one, naturally, and you had almost the perfect idea as to what favor you’d call in for that, you think to yourself with a wicked grin. 

“Good morning, ladies.” You say with a smile to your face at their already sweaty state, considering they have been here for forty minutes at most.  

Azriel gives you a once over from where he is standing and an inquisitive look, “I didn’t know you were joining us today.” 

“Nice to see you too, Az.” You feign an expression of hurt, “Glad to know you have missed me.” You had been on a diplomatic trip with Morrigan to Vallahan for a few weeks and had only recently got back as of two nights ago, and the only people you got the chance to see were Rhysand and Feyre for the report, and Cassian this morning as he groveled at the end of your bed for you to cover him for training. 

“I am glad you two are having a great time chatting away, definitely don’t mind us.” Nesta said from where she stood in a stretching position that looked about as painful as it probably was. “Should I ask the House to bring you some biscuits and tea so you can get properly acquainted?” 

You bite the insides of your cheeks in an attempt to control your grin from growing any wider. How you missed those snide comments. Not that Mor wasn’t stimulating company during that rather boring trip, but no one could entertain you so effortlessly like Nesta Archeron. 

Rhysand says you are a different brand of masochist for enjoying the blue-gray-eyed woman as much as you do. Well, you and Cassian, who also never shied from a mostly healthy banter with her – without dramatic repercussions, at least. 

“If you gave the same attention that you do us to your stretching you would see more effective results, Archeron.” I wink at her and she eyes me with a look I do not know how to describe other than ‘I will make you eat those words’; I shiver inwardly. 

I am distracted, or rather saved, by Emerie to my side as she groans out, “This is insanity.” She moves out of position with a deep intake of breath, and I see my opening. 

“Here, let me help.” I move to her sitting on the ground, silently asking for permission as I move my hands to her arms. She nods slowly in recognition and I start adjusting her sitting stance spreading her limbs wider apart and then holding her upper members up from behind her. My chest is pressed on her back, and I move my head to the side of her ear before asking, “How does it feel?” 

“Fine.” She breathes out low and quick. 

I hum, slightly puzzled with her reaction wondering if I am somehow making her uncomfortable. I look above her shoulder and see Gwyneth’s teal eyes gazing at us, cheeks red adorning a mischievous smirk. I clear my throat and get up from my position behind Emerie, “Now, you only have to keep it up exactly like that, and you will see that as nagging as it is, it won’t be quite an unbearable pain as before.” 

I circle around the field correcting the priestesses here and there, mostly giving them verbal instructions on how to improve their stances and the whole time I could feel a much familiar fire burning on my back. I was being watched. 

The training ended on a positive note, and much to Azriel’s dismay, the priestesses all left with a thankful and hopeful murmur that I should lead the sessions more often to which I just smile shyly at. As soon as they left, I start tiding up until I hear the swish of a small blade, looking back to see who my companion is, I meet the face of Nesta and her intense eyes as she plays with a dagger. 

“Can I help you with something?” I ask, mentally cursing myself from being that affected at the sight of her in training leathers. 

“So, this is how I find out you are back home?” She runs the blade on the wooden table where the other weapons laid, slowly approaching me, closing me in a lot like a predator hunting its prey. 

“I didn’t-” I start and she pauses me raising the blade to my lips, the sharp end meeting my skin with a blazing cold touch much like Nesta’s own. 

“I don’t care.” She eyes me in a silent dare to try and explain myself again. 

I for one, get so completely lost in her eyes and the smell of her that all I do is take one of my hands up to her face where a strand of her golden-brown hair slipped from her updo and remove it from where it laid on her sweaty forehead. Nesta sharply intakes air and I lose mine altogether, as if she sucked in my very breath to her lungs, her full breasts touching my own, her nose brushing on mine. 

“Did you miss me?” She husks. 

I nod gradually. 

“Hm.” She hums out, “Is that why you were feeling up Emerie at practice earlier?” 

My eyes widen at the implication, “I would never!” 

She merely grins wickedly to me, her leg moving between my own and I feel her leather covered core press down on my thigh. I let out a gasp, and she strokes my hair gently, “I wonder if you didn’t look for me because you were too busy with Morrigan. You did spend two full months with her at Vallahan – so eager to help, volunteering yourself like that – and we both know you don’t last long being on your own, don’t we, baby?” 

She blows soft air to my face, as if it would help me cool down. “That is absurd, Nes. Morrigan doesn’t see me that way, or any other female, that we know of.” I muse out. “Well, maybe Emerie if we are being honest, but I know better than to raise the question to her.” 

She presses herself further into me in a way I didn’t even know that was possible, I see stars and my hands find her hips in a possessive grip, “Nesta...” I mean to sound warning but it comes out a tad too desperate to be anything else other than pleading.  

“Yes?” She drawls out sensually, hips moving away and right before I answer she pulls them back down deliciously deliberate and steady. A growl leaves my lips and I switch our positions, her back now touching the stone-cold rock walls. “I thought you could help me out with my stretching exercises, unless that special attention is reserved for Illyrian females only.” She draws out and I swear I hear a hint of jealousy to her tone. 

“I can always make an exception for you.” I decide to tease her back, “If I am not too busy. You high fae do bend different.” 

“Oh?” She lifts one of her perfect eyebrows at me. “Care to elaborate, professor?” 

“For example, you are much more sensitive here,” I say as I slid a hand down her ass touching her inner thigh from the back, “than most Illyrian females I taught before.” I drag my hands upwards again, purposefully grabbing her ass and she lets out a small squeal. “Or maybe, that is just you.” 

She moans out, “You are right, just me.” Enunciating the last two words roughly with intent as she pulls me for a mind-numbing kiss. My grip to her back tightens and my other hand finds its way to the mess of tangled hair that was once her braid, deepening the kiss, she gasps in surprise and I take my opportunity to slowly enter my tongue in her mouth giving her lower lip a teasing lick before sucking on her own. At this point, we are both frantically panting, all I can see, sense and smell is Nesta as her nails scratch my back until I can feel blood coming out. I draw back from the kiss and she glares at me in her dizzy state, I give her a mirthful look and she seems to understand exactly where my thoughts went to just as I rip her top apart and am met with her creamy perky breasts waiting to receive my undivided attention. 

Wasting no time, I take my mouth to her left breast as my hand that was in her head seconds ago playfully twists and teases the other one, her hips still moving, relentlessly searching for any kind of relief and contact they can find. 

“I reckon you missed me as well, Nes.” I breathe out between my ministrations as I move to the right side and suck hard on her hardened nipple. She moans out my name, “Ah, Y/N!” 

“I want to hear you say it, Nes.” 

She looks down to me, and it’s like something snaps between us. I have fucked Nesta thoroughly and often for a while now, in many occasions – and positions – but never have I felt such a feeling like the one engulfing me right now. It’s like the time we spent apart left the thing desperate, as desperate as I was when I thought of her, especially in the night when my hands drifted between my legs and I would come time and time again at the memory of her. 

I move my head to her neck and with a bite I order, “Say. It!” 

She screams in pleasure and I pull back to look at her dazed eyes while she says, “I missed you.”  

I waste no time as I take her into my arms, and fly to my room, the House apparently ever attuned to Nesta had the whole ambient ready for us. From the corner of my eyes, I could see red candles were lit all over the place. The curtains were now closed and there was a dizzying smell, but that was no one else’s credit but Nesta’s as her deep arousal hit my nostrils. 

Her hands that laid with a tight grip on my back move up to plant a feather-like touch to my wings and I shiver out a moan, “Illyrians and their wings.” She breathes out teasingly. 

With a snarl I rip her leather pants off her finding her glistening exposed sex so fucking ready for me. I ghost touch it and she arches her back trying to draw my hand closer to her center, “How long do you plan on making me wait?” She lets out petulantly. “Weren’t two months of touching myself at the thought of you enough punishment?” 

I raise my eyebrows at her, smiling wolfishly like a starved madwoman, which I am sure is the exact definition of what I am right now. I lower myself, kissing her inner thigh leisurely, and she grips my head her nails scratching on my scalp. “Y/N, please, I need you.” 

“That was fast, maybe I should go away more often, it seems you finally gained some manners while I was gone.” I say before planting a teasing kiss to her clit. 

“Baby!” She screams. 

I decide to put both of us out of our misery and draw my tongue from bottom to top before closing in my mouth on the bundle of sensitive nerves, I hungrily move up and down, circling and sucking in different points and directions before moving one finger close to her entrance. 

I look up to what is one of my favorite sights in the world, her golden-brown locks sprawled on my pillow, body glistening with sweat, her forehead creased in pleasure as she bites on her lower lip punishing the plump part before locking her gaze with mine and saying, “I need to feel you inside of me, love.” 

I suck at her clit before speaking, “Only ever me?” 

“Yes, yes, only ever you. I don’t want anybody else. Just you!” 

I groan on her pussy, a low guttural sound that has never come out of me before as I insert one finger inside her soaking wet pussy. “You are mine, Nesta Archeron.” 

“Yes, I am yours, all yours.” 

I put another finger inside her, mouth working mercilessly on her sensitive bundles as she screams chants of pleasure, and I can feel she is getting close and I am not far myself, she takes one of her hands to my wings and strokes a particularly soft spot and I moan loudly on her pussy. 

“Cum with me, baby.” She lets out breathy, mind close to succumbing. I move my fingers faster, harder and she continues stroking the spot on my wings, my climax borderline here until I feel the knot on my lower belly tighten impossibly and in a blinding flash of life I come just as her juices flow out of her and I divert my mouth lapping as much of it as I can. Licking her clean, fingers now moving slower and softer to help her ride out her high. 

I let go of her, a string of saliva between me and her intimate area, she pushes my head upwards and I meet her with a searing kiss. Her legs engulf my torso pushing me closer before she bites down on my lips strong enough to draw blood, and as the metallic tinge of it fills my tastebuds Nesta says lowly: 

“If you ever leave me for that long again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you with my bare hands.” Her blue-gray eyes locked on mine, daring me to protest in any way. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I give her a slow kiss. 

She gives me a smile that bore nothing good, and I knew I would be in for one long, long night. 

[captain-hawks]

Aki and teal

aki hayakawa x reader

c: 18+, masturbation

The color of your dress looks different here—the sleek satin left rumpled in a heap against the cool, white marble tiles of his bathroom floor. 

It seems darker, the silky material, the sight of the rich teal burning hot against the back of his throat as Aki swallows thickly and runs a hand through his loose, dark hair, the fogged up mirror sparing him the accusatory sight of his lust-blown pupils. 

He tries not to think about the way it probably slipped from your body before pooling here on the floor, inhales sharply as his gaze strays to the streak your fingertips left behind while opening the shower door while he smoked a cigarette on the balcony to give you privacy.

The corner of something lacy and black peeks out from beneath the dress, and Aki groans quietly, pressing the heel of his hand against the front of his slacks. 

He’s so fucking hard it hurts.

You’re his co-worker, his partner. 

And you got a little too drunk at the gala tonight, the soft sound of your laughter against the shell of his ear still echoing torturously in his head, the hot feeling of your lips pressed to the side of his neck a tender brand against his skin (as you climbed into his lap and tiredly mumbled that you wanted to just sleep at his place, that you were too tired for the drive back to your own).

(He was too goddamn weak beneath the scrape of your fingertips against his stupid tie to argue about the semantics of fifteen minutes.)

It was bad enough when he picked you up earlier, his knuckles nearly white against the steering wheel as he tried to avoid the sight of the teasing hemline of your dress dancing in his peripheral vision, the teal a wicked beacon for the traitorous lust curling in his gut beneath the illumination of every street lamp he drove beneath. 

Aki’s cock throbs.

He’ll sleep on the couch if it fucking kills him tonight, head already spinning as he anticipates your pitiful whine as you crack open his bedroom door and peek out into the living room—he knows that even in your drunken state, you’ll feel too bad taking up the soft expanse of his mattress yourself. Not when he’s admittedly too tall for the worn-in loveseat that he’s already subjected himself to.

He’ll sleep on the couch even with the knowledge that you’re slipping into his bed wearing one of his old t-shirts, the soft, gentle scent of your shampoo sinking into his pillows and his sheets. 

Eyes drifting to the twisted lock on bathroom's door handle, Aki grits his teeth as he shoves down the zipper of his pants, biting back the groan of relief that nearly spills from his lips as he wraps his fingers around his achingly hard cock.

[fanaticsnail]

Conversations with the Clown

Word Count: 150+

Your Captain has been exceptionally short with you of late. Nothing is quite going to plan, and his fuse has been sparking particularly close to the waxy wick of his explosive attitude.

Humbling himself, swallowing his pride, he walks over to your sat position at the quiet end of the extended, communal wooden table in the dining area. Sat at the edge of the pew, you are hunched over and hyper fixed on the daunting task of taking inventory and managing wages.

"I'm sorry, Baby" he whispered into your neck, taking the opportunity to place a small kiss on your temple. He crouches at your side, placing his hand on your knee and attempts to claim your attention with his eyes. You sigh, push back the paperwork and relax into the backboard of the pew.

"I know, Captain. It's okay, truly," you whisper through closed eyes. Feeling his hand drag up your thigh and settle at your hip, you snap your eyes open to meet his playful gaze.

His voice began to break a rough chuckle, his voice rasping at the edges as he met your fed-up expression.

"I have learnt the hokey-pokey-," he began, his voice halted by your verbal reprimand.

"-Don't," you cut his words short. His smile only widened, his teal eyes twinkling with mischief.

"...And I am turning myself around," he concluded, his smile cracking his perfectly attuned makeup. The blue above his eyes smudged into his crows feet, his chapped lips curling to reveal his red-tinted teeth beneath his face paint. His smile twinkled with the innocence of a toddler, staring up into your face with nothing but wonderment.

You huffed out a breath of exasperation, blaming your fury at his poorly timed joke before you drew your palm up to cradle his cheek. Soothing over the amassment of rough stubble beneath the paint, you leant down to press your forehead against his and uttered lovingly into him.

"That's what it's all about."

(This drabble was brought to you by the ever spectacular @sordidmusings who just lets me bounce ideas off her. Love you 🥹)