#a little snippet of maybe new music?👀👀

[anothercomplaint]

Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us

[definitelynotshouting]

dance au you say 👀👀👀 is it like Grian and Scar typically do different styles of dance but are for some reason partnered together or do they dance the same style and gotta choreograph a routine together but kinda buttheads with how they choreograph

Not quite, although thats a super cool idea!!! :D my au is about Grian asking Scar for dance lessons while preparing for an event he's been invited to-- he's expected to dance, and has never really applied himself to learn more than the very basics until now.

Scar, however, is an excellent dancer and offers to teach him, builds them an intricate gazebo to learn in, shows up to their first lesson in an immaculate new suit, and proceeds to unintentionally but enthusiastically seduce Grian-- who's had a crush for a long time, but hasn't yet gotten up the courage to do anything about it.

The penultimate scene goes a little something like this:

Grian asks Scar for one last practice session before the event. He doesn't even need to feign nervousness-- he's practically sweating bullets. But practicing isnt really his motivation here; in all honesty, he just wants to spend one more time in Scar's arms.

It's evening, golden and sticky with summer, and they're dancing as the sun slowly begins to set. Scar's complimenting, hyping him up, telling him he's a natural now, he'll do so great. He'll be rooting for him at the event the ENTIRE time. The jukebox's music fades, and the dance ends with a flourish, and Grian finds himself nose to nose with a Scar who is gazing at him like he's everything.

Then Scar seems to shake himself, disengages, and gently tells him he'll do great. Amazing, even. The envy of the dance floor. They both step back at the same time.

But the sun is hitting Scar's face just right, and he's gorgeous, and Grian just had him in his arms, and-- and-- and--

Grian impulsively darts forward and kisses the life out of him, fast and a little messy, with his heart beating right out of his chest. And then in true Grian fashion, he freaks out about his own impulsivity and flies away without addressing ANY of this bc he Cant Be Normal Ever, leaving poor Scar to stare off into the sunset with his hand pressed absently against his lips.

What follows after that is some very strained event participation on Grian's part, and Scar trying desperately to talk to him while Grian dodges him like his life depends on it. Eventually, Grian gets exhausted by it all and takes a moment to recoup by wandering outside for some fresh air.

This is where Scar finds him; a little cold, a bit shivery, feeling VERY sorry for himself, and finally Grian doesn't have the patience or energy to run any longer. I actually wrote out a tiny snippet of this scene:

"You know, you're, uh, awful slippery when you want to be." Scar's voice is deceptively casual. "You've gotta teach me that vanishing trick sometime." "Grow wings," Grian suggests wryly, then sobers, pulling Scar's jacket a little tighter around his shoulders. "Sorry. For— that. Yesterday. Yeah." "Sorry you did it? Or sorry it happened?" "Scar," Grian says, pained, "you just said the exact same thing twice." "Not really." Scar's voice is quiet, contemplative. He still isn't looking at Grian when he speaks. "'Cause, y'know, there's— I mean, dancing is pretty intimate, right? Plenty of opportunity for things to just... happen, without them meaning to. It's pretty common, really." He's giving Grian an out, he realizes. An escape hatch left wide open, a gaping crevice Grian can slip through without snagging his feathers. He could lie, right here and right now, and Scar is telling him that would be okay. Everything could go back to normal. Maybe its the atmosphere. Maybe it's the night air, a cool caress on his face, and the moon rising high and bright in the sky above them. A waxing growth that limns them both in pretty silver, catching on the edges of Scar's profile. He's beautiful, as always, and as much as Grian's stomach trembles, he can't tear his eyes from the sight of him. "More like I'm sorry for ruining a perfectly good friendship," Grian croaks at last. Scar blinks, lips parting briefly, throat bobbing as he swallows. His gaze lowers slowly, until his lashes paint dark lines against his cheeks. "Who says it got ruined?" he finally asks. "Scar, I kissed you," Grian says miserably, huddling further into himself. "Yeah, that was kinda hard not to notice." "Scar." "What? It's true! I was there, I saw it!" Oddly, there's the hint of a smile threading into Scar's voice; when he turns to pin Grian's gaze, it reflects on his lips, tilted up the tiniest fraction. In the moonlight, his eyes almost glow. "But sure, lets assume you've ruined a friendship. Which you have not, by the way— in case you were wondering." All the air leaves Grian's lungs at once. He's paralyzed, tipping over the knife's edge of something only Scar can see. "I didn't?" "Nah." Scar's voice is achingly warm now. "Not even close. Actually, my only question right now is: do you wanna do it again?"

Anyway they smooch again and get catcalled by their friends and Grian dips Scar bc Scar deserves to get dipped and its very sweet bc sometimes u rlly do just need some low stakes pining THEE END❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[elixirfromthestars]

A Carriage of Convenience 🤩💛

Hi!! ❤️ Thank you for asking!!

So this one is actually a prequel to My Dearest. Many asked for a sequel to it, but I really got inspired to write how Duke Bucky came into the reader’s life 🥺💖 Maybe redeem Bucky a little bit after the events of My Dearest 😂❤️

Viscount Stark hosts a lavish ball and the reader is there with her family. However, after receiving the news her father wants to marry her off, she decides to be a little rebellious that night. This leads her to meet Duke James 👀💞 (the carriage = forced proximity is all I’ll say 🤭💗)

This is still in the early stages of writing so this little snippet might get rewritten lol (most likely it will 💀):

“ A fine gathering Viscount Stark held, although I would say the music—” James started light conversation, but you interrupted him with a snip,” Excuse me, your grace.”

He stopped you with a hand to your wrist. The touch was light as a feather. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear,” While avoiding me may be what you wish to do, I do believe you also wish to avoid your father. Especially when the scent of alcohol lingers on your person,” he whispers, low and smug. You swallow hard, and look up at him. He’s looking behind you in the direction you were headed.

wip game 🖋️✨

[mithrilhearts]

I have put my entire musical collection on shuffle so what about (for any character you want):

Courtesy Call

I had an opportunity to think about this ALL day, and I had a variety of ideas floating in and out of my head. You know, little fleeting thoughts and such, and the only one that really stuck with me had to go down the dirty route, didn't it?

Anyway, I have decided to do a small snippet for this one because I couldn't resist. Also....is this going to fall on the wip list? Maybe. 👀

Also, let's all laugh because I wrote that "I have decided to do a small snippet" nonsense before I ever started writing it, and now here we are...nearly 1k later. Anyway, there are sexual implications below, but enjoy!

The more Bilbo had sat and mulled over his weekend agenda, the more he was growing less and less keen on the idea of sitting at a table with nothing but feigned compliments and smiles towards one Lobelia Sackville-Baggins. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her high and mighty attitude considering the day would revolve around her. Birthdays weren’t overly exciting anyway once you passed the first adulthood milestone. She would be fine if he didn’t attend–though would likely make some side comment about a lack of gift all the same.

It mattered little.

At least he had the courtesy to call and rescind his RSVP for the family and friends-littered party. Or, it was on his to-do list anyway. Falling into his desk chair and looking at his phone, Bilbo begrudgingly swiped away from whatever distraction had caught his attention, ready to field shrieks and displeased side comments from his dreadful cousin. 

Dialing up the number on the touchscreen keypad–as Bilbo was one of those forgetful sorts who never saved phone numbers under contacts–he waited. Already anxiety was fluttering around in his gut, but more often than not those feelings tended to fall to the wayside as soon as he heard that snotty tone directed at him. All he had to do was get one hello out of Lobelia, and he’d be on his A-game, ready to match her snark, and surpass her wit. However, he wasn’t sure what could be witty about claiming he had ‘work related things’ that he couldn’t get out of. 

Granted, Bilbo planned on spending his evening at home, probably catching up on documentaries or reading, or even scribbling down a few words in a journal about a new book idea. The possibilities were endless, and far more enjoyable than whatever Lobelia had planned.

The rings stopped, and Bilbo braced himself in his seat, his back straightening as already he could feel that spark of impish sarcasm rolling across his tongue, ready to hit Lobelia quick and unexpectedly–only the voice on the other end that answered was so far from that of his cousin, but it practically paralyzed Bilbo into a speechless state.

“Good evening,” the deep baritone voice on the other end of the phone practically purred right into Bilbo’s ear, sending goosebumps across his arms, “and whose lonely mountain do I have the pleasure of visiting, tonight?” 

Bilbo’s lips remained tightly sealed.

“Shy tonight, are we? That’s alright, give me a few minutes, and I’ll have your lips loosened, alongside your pants–if you’re wearing any, still.” That voice paused once more. “Respond to me, are you still wearing anything? A simple hum will suffice.”

Bilbo could already feel his cheeks flush, his eyes dropping to the zipper of his pants as he felt far less confident than he had a few moments ago when he’d been ready to give Lobelia a verbal lashing. “I–I…don’t know what to say–” He’d started to stammer, and whatever sultry attitude had been held over the phone from the other man had halted abruptly.

“Who is this, and how did you get this number?” The tone was far less purr-like, more direct and didn’t hold a hint of any playfulness to it. “This is a private line, and I don’t give out my extension to just anyone–”

“I’m sorry, bye!” Bilbo’s words practically melted together into one as he ended the call and tossed his phone to the other side of his desk as his head dropped. With his fingers clawing at the wood of that desk, his eyes peeked beyond his arm towards his phone, wondering just how he had managed that one, and why that low purr-like tone had him so entranced and so…tongue-tied. Hesitantly reaching for his phone, sliding it his way and then looking through the call history towards a number that was most certainly not Lobelia’s…Bilbo had to wonder if calling back was an option.

After all, he wasn’t naive, he knew exactly what kind of service was about to be whispered in his ear, and as his gut swirled with both embarrassment and an unintended neediness, he groaned and placed his phone down again.

Lobelia’s courtesy call could wait.

….

But on the other side of the line where it had gone dead…

Thorin stared at the phone in his hand, and namely, at the number that remained within the phone’s call history. “How did he bypass the billing process even…?” Thorin grumbled to himself, thinking about the silly stammering he’d heard mumbled over the phone. It bothered him on more than one level.

Grabbing the first piece of paper within reach and jotting down the number, it wasn’t that he thought the phone’s logging history was going to disappear. For safety purposes, each call was logged properly via technology that he didn’t need to understand, but there was something offensive in the fact that he had just been hung up on…and that had never happened in his handful of years providing this kind of service.

It’s why he had his own private extension, and why he got to pick and choose his clientele! But now, what confidence he held towards himself and his job began to wither, and for whatever reason, jotting down that phone number was going to be an escape from those wretched self-derogatory feelings, should they continue to eat away at him.

No doubt that little piece of paper with an offensive (but shy) man’s number written on it would burn a hole in Thorin’s pocket. And try as hard as he might to resist, he desperately wanted to know why.

[athenasparrow]

👀

I’m glad that your are doing well, and it’s funny that so many guys are supportive 🤭👀

So many questions but that’s alright 😎 😜

I’d like to say that I have two different types of smut that I write. Like one is explicit and the other is “regular” amount of smut, if that makes sense if not I’ll leave you a little snippet below. Probs will send a second part of the ask because it’s a bit long 😳😳😳😏😏😏🤫🤫🤫

🫣 tell me what you think ( 1st is regular and 2nd is explicit)

This is my first time writing for Jily, I usually write for Romione (but I only recently began posting 😆 I have a lot of WIPs)

Im afraid not, I’m not on Discord because I’m terribly shy and I don’t always have time to get on, especially now since I’m going to college and working 🙄 but maybe one day I will 🤞🏾

That makes sense! I think I write a few different types as well. The most obvious divide for me is between my explicit smut and my more poetic smut which fits the tone of what I'm writing.

YES!!!! PLEASE SEND SNIPPETS!!!!!!! This is a great day!!!

Jily will suck you in and you'll go ages without writing for any other couple LOL! They're just like that.

WELL! There are lots of other shy people on Discord! And even the really loud ones like me are all very lovely (promise!) and it's a really FUN group! Whenever you're ready, let me know and I'll send you another invite! Many of us have really busy lives outside of this! I'm studying and working, @wearingaberetinparis is a devoted teacher who just wrote her kids a MUSICAL, @firewhiskeyconnoisseur is drowning in grad school applications, @uncertainwallflower is renovating her house and @oceanboyblues (nice new username (!!) - I was like where the fuck did he go?) either reblogs a thousand posts in an hour or falls of the face of the earth for a week bc WORK! My point is there's no pressure to always be active/creative, but it's a very fun space to be a part of! I will continuously spout this until...maybe...we get to the one day you will join! You are so lovely, everyone would be happy to have you! 😘😘😘

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Genderbent Sal

Request for sexy genderbend Moreau. How different would she be in bed as opposed to regular Moreau? Any specific kinks? (Water sports?)

Okay but reader riding Sal's strap sitting on her lap...

Cuddling with Sal that turns from her kissing your neck to biting all over you until you beg for her touch. Please.

No thoughts, only Sal smirking up at you from between your legs and biting your thigh while sliding a vibrator inside of you.

Okay but Sal just grazing her teeth over your neck and shoulders while she holds you from behind as you bathe in the reservoir together on a summer night.

Some depravity for Sal >> So imagine.. her coming up behind you... hands roaming over your body ... lips on your skin... wanting nothing more than to you make you moan for her...

Imagine getting Sal to beg. That's it. Just her being all flushed, biting her lip, before gasping a little "Please, luv..." You're welcome.

SAL. TAKING ME FROM BEHIND. DOGGY STYLE, WITH HER TENTACLES INSIDE OF ME, WITH ONE OF MY ARMS STRETCHED OUT ON THE BED AND HER HAND ON THAT WRIST. WITH A HINT OF DEGRADATION.

So imagine being asleep after Sal wrecked you and the fish babe waking up from a bad dream and feeling... Really insecure

Feral Sal art with with an added snippet.

Hate Sex snippet battle - (1)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (2)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (3)

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Hate Sex snippet battle - (5)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (6)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (7)

Hate Sex snippet battle - (8)

Is it possible to request some soft sex with Sal?

Hi! Im not sure if you write the reader as a trans woman, but I was wondering if maybe you could write something about the reader coming out to fem Sal and Sal being really reassuring?

... Metal Band Drummer Sal. All sweaty, outfit baring her arms, hair flying around her as she shouts in joy. You're welcome.

And afterwards, shower sex. In the very public shower of the studio where people could walk in any second.

So you see Sal for the first time in the town right.. tall *ahem* muscular.. and fucking stunning 👀 and she sees you staring... that smirk growing wide on her face as she makes her way over to you...😳 *fans self*

Okay, I'm an enby and I just got top surgery and I... Well, could you write the first time Sal is allowed to touch the chest again? Like soft kisses and her telling me I look good, and perhaps a bit of her primal side coming through? 👀

Aye, so. Sal doesn't give oral bec of her teeth right? So what if she got special covers for her teeth so she wouldn't have to worry about them?

It is said that a picture says more than a 1000 words .. so my dear friend ... what is happening between Sal and reader here ?? 👀👀👀

Hey! Have you seen classyfruits new nswf art of Sal on Twitter? If so what thoughts do you have about it? 👀

I want Sal to throw me on to the bed, put her legs on either side of my head, framing me.. ordering me to look at her while she is going to touch herself..😳

Sal spanking the Reader. But also making sure she tells them how good they're taking it. And calling them naughty still.

Okay, so. Imagine the Lords are having a dance with the village on one of the bigger celebration days and Sal is just sitting there, alone with a drink, and the villagers are too appalled by her to speak to her (which is why she hates it, but still tries to enjoy herself by listening to the music.) Which is when you notice her gorgeous smile and decice to fuck it... and go over and ask her for a dance. (Which ends in one of the most incredible, funny, passionate nights you've ever had.)

We haven't seen Sal's strap in awhile 👀

Okay, but having Sal tied up under you and absolutely worshipping and praising her. Leaving marks on on her abs. Kissing her breasts. Nibbling her arm muscles. Nipping on her inner thighs... And she tries not to, but ends up begging for you to touch her properly. I'm 😫💕💦

So.. say you meet Sal while out on Halloween night. You're both dressed up and flirt a bit.. which maybe leads some kissing 👀

OH GOD JUST IMAGINE KNOCKING AT THE RESERVOIR HOUSE DOOR AFTER THAT HALLOWEEN NIGHT AND WHEN SAL OPENS YOU GO "TRICK OR TREAT"

So like, say Sal's tentacles are around one inch thick a piece.. how many do you think she could fit in you to sufficiently stuff you? 👀👀👀👀 For science 👀

Sal taking reader from behind as they're bent over somewhere. With a (big) strap. And a tiny bit of degradation.

Sleeping as the little spoon in Sal's arms. And you get some nice dreams and wake up but you're in that utterly teasing mood so you grind your ass against Sal.

telling Sal to be a good girl and touch herself while riding her thigh. That's it that's the ask.

Sex with Sal against the wall of a changing room in a clothing store. Having to be silent while her fingers take you. Her other hand clasped onto your mouth while she murmurs things into your ear that get you even wetter for her.

Just thinking about Sal from the fic, wearing her leather jacket in bed and masturbating, sending her a photo to get her riled up. Just waiting for her to get back and show me what she thought of it 👀🤤

.... sucking Trans!Sal during a meeting with the other lords, under the table and hearing her try to keep her composure while you make her cum. And then wait until she's ready again only to start over again.

Okay, but Sal waiting for you on the evening of the 24th, wrapped in ribbon Shibari with a little (or big) christmas hat on her cock. "Early present fer ye, luv."

So. Sal is Shark Lady. Sal is Trans. Sharks have two cocks. SO WHAT IF. And if she was shy about it, at least a little, with a new lover who she is really, REALLY into.

Due to me having to spend the evening in the presence of one fucking sexist, gross, lying douchebag of a dude, could I please ask for headcanons of how Sal would deal with one. Please.

The reader, ever the good partner, brings transfemme Sal her first skirt. Sal is in the bathroom changing for a while and reader starts to get nervous-what if they messed up?

Sal Sleepover snippet battle

Sal Sleepover snippet battle - (2)

P-piggy back ride? 🥺 By Sal? 🥺 Now imma need that. Maybe Reader hurt her foot or so. Witty banter and softness, please? 🥺

Okay, but. Sal's first time with a really small, shy bean. Who's worried that her 8 inches won't fit

Um. So. You know- So. Two cock Sal. Making out with her and feeling her get hard, please? Grinding on her? With a bit of dirty talk?

Ahh those Sal asks! The shower one and the transfem Sal answer got me: 😩😩💦💦💦 i need her to take me hard any way possible!! Sjdkgkgkf!!

While at two-cock Sal, please just write something for her completely wrecking me. Thanks.

Sal and Reader being the bestest of friends and lightheartedly "scamming" Restaurants by pretending to get engaged. It only becomes more and more of a problem as they fall for each other.

Merwitch Genderbent Sal AU with a pirate enby Reader

Sal getting a call from Miranda while Reader is riding her, and reader ends up not stopping? 😏

if you're accepting prompts... i havent been able to get the thought out of my head of giving sal a bj and her getting lost in the moment and fucking the readers face a little. btw the way you write her is top tier, just immaculate.

This fic is a follow up to this ask here -

A Pirate Captain Sal AU with a bratty Reader 👀Includes spanking, blowjobs, a hearty size kink and two cock Sal (ahem)

Ahem.. Christmas smut with a hot shark lady, anyone? 👀

[qs63]

WIP Game

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

Then tag as many people as you have wips! If you don't write, list your art wips!

I was tagged by @musing-and-music and @scienceoftheidiot  thank you so much!!!

Havoroy + ai part2

Barril final chapter (yes I'm still working on it)

Ishval Civil War (meta)

Xing

Maybe royal au

Royai vampire

Havoroyai

Swap smut

Roy deaged

Hayate

Marianne's gift

Post Ishval

That's a lot more files than I remember. I'm bad at finishing. Really sorry about that.

I'm bad at tagging. Too much social anxiety, but I'd be happy to hear about everyone else's wips. 👀

[foreverrogers]

hello all my lovelies!! this started off as an idea for a 500 follower celebration, but this little blog has grown a lot since then so instead I thought I would run a little sleepover!

i'm gonna be running it this weekend (16/17th), though feel free to send through any asks now and I'll answer them during the sleepover! timezones might be a little funky since I live in new zealand, so there'll probably be some spillover into monday as well

if you'd like, check out my masterlist/housekeeping to stay up to date with requests and ideas I've already written for

so, here's what I'm thinking!

💌 - ask me anything! pretty much nothing is off-limits so come have a chat about hobbies, uni, fandoms/tv/movies/music/books, celebrities, writing and fanfiction ⁠— absolutely anything!

🌶️- send me your absolute worst, i'm talking your spiciest headcanons and fantasies about our boy — i'll weigh in with thoughts, snippets of dialogue, and maybe a little blurb!

🤫 - rant to me!! spill the gossip under that sweet, sweet anon feature, tell me about your latest fixation, gush or complain about your day and I will validate the hell out of you

👀 - literally anything else!! just come over to hang out and have a chat and keep me company lmao

come slide into my asks!

[sope-and-shine]

last line WIP game ✍️

Share the most recent sentence(s) you wrote for a WIP then tag your writer friends.

I saw @btsrunmylife and @parkdatjimin do this and decided it was a sign to post my own little snippet since I found my writing mojo again! And because someone needs to hold me accountable in my writing and it may as well be my guilt to not leave anyone hanging 😅😂😂

This piece is from a new series I’m working on! A Kingdom AU that will be intertwined and have sneak peaks of future stories and snippets of scenes from previous stories. This snippet is specifically for 1/2 of Sope: Yoongi 🥰

I plan to post a full series masterlist, but I want to finish Yoongi’s and get working on the next one before I get ahead of myself 😅

“But that’s the problem. I’m-…” It seems almost silly to say your thoughts alloud. Especially to someone who plays in front of others for a living, “I can’t play in front of others like you do.”

“And you think you won’t play in front of anyone as a Royal Musician?” Yoongi asks, brow raised in disbelief.

“I know I will, and that’s the problem!” You clarify, “Music has always been my dream, and I can’t let my own problems set me back!”

“You want to change the way you act in front of a crowd and you only have 5 months until the competition. Do you really think you can change how you behave in that time?”

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I have a lot more to do, but I hope this peaks some interest 👀

Tentative Tag: @minjoonalist (I’m just saying Flor, maybe you wanna…post a lil snippet. A slither. A tiny piece. A “.”? JK! JK 😂😂

…unless 👀)

[autumnslance]

👀

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p) 

I think I've yet to share the initial short blurb I wrote that eventually morphed into “Downtime”.

Like so many of my NPC-focused fics, “Downtime” keeps the WoL generic to focus on the other characters. So this initial blurb never really fit in there, though this is what that thread grew from.

Maybe someday it will find a home in Aeryn’s series, but for now, here are the Leveilleur twins, Ryne, Taynor, and Cerigg (with a cameo from our favorite waitress) on the night the Warriors of Darkness returned from the depths of the Tempest...

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“What a night,” Alisaie yawned as the trio of younger Scions stumbled into the Wandering Stairs. Glynard waved to them as they found a seat, Ryne slumping into her chair and managing a weak smile for Cyella as she set down three glasses of water.

“Probably need this far more than any other drink,” the elf said, fixing a fierce eye on each of them. She was always polite and helpful, but there was just something about her that set an instinct in the back of Ryne’s mind on edge. She couldn’t explain it any better than that, so said nothing aloud. Instead, Ryne nodded up at her and let Alphinaud do the talking. He was the best of them at that, anyway.

“I wonder where Aeryn got off to; I’d thought we’d have seen her by now,” Ryne said once Cyella had left their table.

“That isn’t going to happen tonight,” a new young voice piped up from behind her.

“Good evening, Taynor,” Alphinaud said, nodding to the young mage. “Enjoying the festivities?”

Taynor grinned and shrugged. “Cerigg and I returned from a job to the night sky and the whole place in an uproar. You lot certainly know how to throw a party.”

“What were you saying about Aeryn?” Alisaie asked, before chugging down her own water glass.

“Well,” Taynor said, leaning on a chair. “As we came in, we saw her and that Thancred fellow dancing across the Quadrivium--”

“Dancing?” Alphinaud asked, surprised. His smile, though, seemed also...relieved? Happy? Ryne wasn’t sure.

Taynor nodded, scowling only a little at the interruption. “Music was playing, they were having a grand time. Others joined in--someone tried to cut in, get a dance with our famous Warrior of Darkness, but your man was too quick for that.”

“He certainly is,” Ryne said. “Are they still here at the Stair somewhere?” She began to look around, wondering if they had somehow missed the pair.

Taynor shook his head. “Oh no; he escorted her into the Pendants once the band’s set was done. That was more than two bells ago.” He paused. “They haven’t come out since.”

“That is enough gossip for one night,” a man’s voice growled. Taynor’s guardian, Cerigg, strolled up, gently tossing a money pouch to the elven boy. Taynor caught it easily, immediately claiming a spot on their table to inspect the contents. “You are all far too young to be concerned about any of that.”

“I beg your pardon,” Alisaie bristled, glowering up at the hume hunter.

He met her gaze dispassionately, then shrugged. “You and your brother are almost old enough for that sorta nonsense,” he amended. “But still no call to be poking into Aeryn and Thancred’s business. For all we know, they’re playing a few vicious hands of Triple Triad--Aeryn losing them all, of course. I value my hide too much to ask ‘bout it later, though.”

Alphinaud shook his head. “I’d rather not think about it anyway,” he admitted. “Ryne, if you’d like to stay with us again tonight, you’re more than welcome.”

[28whitepeonies]

🦔 Snippet

TW//Grief & death - neither are mentioned explicitly and neither are related to anyone who existed in real life - all family members are OC’s

“Arghhhhh.” Louis groaned, pulling the pillow out from under him to squash over the top of his head, reaching out with one tattooed arm to slap at the air. John Parr kept on warbling about new horizons and Louis wriggled around fruitlessly, books thudding as he knocked them off the table by his bed as he screwed his eyes in frustration from within his cocoon.

His bedroom door creaked open, “What’s with all the wailing and flailing?” his mum asked, tugging at the pillow atop his head as she passed, he finally found the button to silence the radio alarm clock and jabbed at it.

Louis popped his head up, tousled hair flat on one side and skewered in all directions on the other as he squinted one eye open to glare at her when she yanked open the set of curtains and let the sun flood in.

“Why are you ganging up with that dick to torture me this morning?” he groused, glaring in the direction of the offending radio. Why was American radio so obsessed with upbeat dance-pop? Louis missed a lot of things about England, chip butties and normal accents but more than anything, he missed his friends and their decent taste in music.

“You can cut that out right now, and if you don’t want to be late on your first day you better go and do something with that bird’s nest on your head.” Louis’ mum sank down on the bed beside him, tucking her head next to his on the pillow. He knew he’d been a bit of a burden when they first arrived in the US two years ago, as if moving 4000 miles across the world with five kids under eighteen wasn’t hard enough, he knew he should have done more to help make life easy. What he wouldn’t give to go back and be a better son.

His perfectly good life in Doncaster had been tipped upside down and he felt like it hadn’t settled since. He stared up at the white ceiling, matching his breathing to the rise and fall of her chest in his peripheral vision.

“I know it’s tough being in another new place,” she said, “But you’re going to like it here Louis, I know it. You just need to try a little, just a little bit of effort and I know you’ll make new friends in no time.” She always knew when he needed a pep talk, and when he needed a bit of tough love. And lying there he could almost smell her perfume: the comforting familiarity of bergamot, and mandarin. Lying like this he could just about feel her hand in his, the squeeze of her nails against his palm, and he screwed his eyes shut when he felt his lashes grow damp.

When he opened them, she was gone again, and Louis was in the dark once more. 

A short snippet of the fic I am writing for this years @1dhistoricalficfest​, it’s set in the 80′s and features a lot of music, first love, mix tapes and I have used both a prompt and been inspired by “He was a punk, she did ballet”. It’s Larry of course but will feature OT5 friendships and maybe some side Ziam too 👀