#again.... not my forte... but if i dared to dabble... i would dabble with them

[distantlaughter]

fermin is definitely a 'omega who experiences his first heat with the joaos (bonded pair) and later enters an extremely tender and hot throuple situation with them' sort of guy in my eyes

[tabriscadash]

I was asked this on my old blog right as I set about transitioning to this one, so...

The first character I ever fell in love with: for DA:O, dare I say Daveth? What can I say -- I irrationally got incredibly attached to him. otherwise, DEFINITELY Morrigan, and I have crystal clear memories of my first run through Lothering and looking at Morrigan like 😍 the whole time. For DA:2/E, Carver -- unless you count Anders & Justice since I knew of them from Awakening beforehand, in which case probably Justice. For DA:I, it’s a toss-up between Vivienne or Cole -- I technically liked Cole first but SPECIFICALLY in the supporting material (Asunder), and didn’t vibe with him anywhere near as much in the game, AND I got him as a companion after I got Vivienne, so probably Vivienne.

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: for DA:O, I guess Oghren? I never loved him, but I liked the idea of him because I really liked the dwarves/Orzammar side of DA’s worldbuilding -- but he’s such an unlikeable character that I just.. don’t vibe with him at all. I debate recruiting him every single time now, and I don’t think I ever do his personal quest (in the base game OR Awakening). for DA:2/E, I don’t really have anyone that fits -- but I REALLY wanted to like Merrill and Aveline more than I did, and especially in Aveline’s case, I can’t stand her and genuinely think she’s the unintended, secret Big Bad of the whole game. for DA:I, probably Cole, bc I was really into the idea of a little walking-corpse serial killer animated by a spirit as per the book, but that’s not really the vibe in DA:I, and combined with the somewhat patronising/ableist language and how significantly he is infantilised (including by the fandom) I just got put off him. I do still like him, but not as much.

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: for DA:O, I don’t really have one? I guess see my DA:I answer, lol... for DA:2/E, has to be Anders - I don’t think he’s OOC in 2, but I think his writing does so little with him and he feels v. reductive. Where his relationship could be SO interesting and angsty, it instead is written in a really dull and/or cringey way. It would have been nice to see Anders more like the Anders of Awakening near the beginning of the game (rather than random, infrequent and questionably rare snippets), and then see the progression of his relationship with Justice as the game went on -- I want more interesting abominations, PLEASE. for DA:I, listen I cannot express to you HOW EXCITED I was for my planned Lavellan to romance Sera… also I used to be way more tolerant of Cullen x Amell/Surana ships because, like, hey dark ships are fun, right? But since Cullen’s ~wholesome whitewash~ in DA:I, and his fandom clamouring to absolve him of any wrongdoing ever.. it’s boring to me.

My ultimate favourite character™: for DA:O, probably Sten? or Morrigan. They’re both fantastic, and also are significant comfort chars for me. for DA:2/3, honestly, probably my own Hawke -- I feel so hugely proud of her, and can’t imagine I’d enjoy the game anywhere near as much had I not played it as my Hawke. If not her, maybe Sebastian or Carver? for DA:I, I really love Vivienne, as well as Blackwall, and Solas is a great character even if I probably would not say I liked him.

Prettiest character: for DA:O, we all know it’s Zevran. for DA:2/E, I think Aveline -- although her aggressively bland colour-scheme lets her down in a major way (although I respect her dedication to all orange all day every day). There’s just something about her arms -- very Abby from TLOU:2. for DA:I, maybe Josephine? Ser Barris is very pretty, too...

My most hated character: for DA:O, I really didn’t like Alistair, Wynne and Oghren, and of my companions - Oghren is probably my least favourite. He’s vulgar and also profoundly uninteresting. for DA:2/E, it has to be Aveline. There’s just something about ineptitude and a complete, wilful refusal to take accountability for your actions that I can’t stand. It would be okay if it was an intentional character flaw, but the game/narrative treats her like she’s lawful good and it really annoys me. for DA:I, maybe Iron Bull? He was a huge disappointment for me. I also really dislike Sera, Cassandra, and Varric. I’m so sick of Varric - I never want to see him again.

My OTP: for DA:O, I really loved Zevran’s romance -- but I am also very amused by the fact that Leliana got to ‘love�� status with Kallian accidentally, AND I got the ‘love’ glitch for Justice (👀) and Velanna. I do sometimes wonder about an AU where Kallian is forced to make a politically expedient marriage with Nathaniel Howe for diplomatic reasons in order to consolidate her position as Arlessa, and it being an entirely platonic arrangement (it’s not like anyone expects an heir from an infertile Grey Warden) -- and maybe Zev and Nate kiss sometimes, who knows? I also LOVE my Darkspawn Chronicles AU where Kallian and Nelaros are a happy, married couple each hiding their skills with weapons from each other like dumb, cute sweethearts. They shelter Zevran when he fails to kill Alistair and a poly couple evolves. for DA:2/E, I love the IDEA of a Seb romance that isn’t so strictly conditional around the structures that abused him -- he should be allowed to love, chastely or otherwise, but free from the Chantry OR his position as prince/heir. I’d LOVE to actually have a romance with him where you can actually challenge the abuse he’s experienced. for DA:I, Malika doesn’t have a canon romance (although I think when I replay, I’m going to romance Josephine!) but I think Blackwall has an amazing romance. Solas’ is also iconic, it must be said. 

My NOTP: for DA:O, I really dislike Alistair in a shipping capacity; he’s immature and says a lot of misogynistic shit and I don’t think he’s the worst for it, but I don’t really vibe with shipping him, having played the game as a female city elf. for DA:2/E, I wouldn’t say I have one, particularly? although I really dislike Aveline’s relationship with her husband simply because it seems incredibly inappropriate, given that they work together and she has power over him -- and because I dislike her, generally, I don’t feel inclined to do something nice for her. for DA:I, I suppose Sera/Lavellan -- although I’m not AGAINST it, it just really isn’t for me, having attempted it. I also don’t really vibe with Dorian x Iron Bull. Something abt the way the game handled BDSM and their relationship banter specifically I don’t really like.

Favourite episode quest: for DA:O, probs Orzammar/the Deep Roads. I really love the dwarven lore! and, of course, Fort Drakon is really funny, even though it’s not canon in my game iirc. for DA:2/E, maybe the murder mystery with the serial killer, where ultimately Leandra dies? I also really enjoyed all the companion quests. for DA:I, The Descent (just, all of it, lmao) and everything to do with the Avvar. Crestwood also BANGED.

Saddest death: for DA:O, it’s frankly a fucking INJUSTICE that Shianni gets murdered if you make her Bann of the Alienage -- the idea of that happening whilst Kallian is in Amaranthine and unable to protect her :( genuinely very upsetting. I go back and forth on who is made Bann, tbf, so idk how canonical it is: I think maybe Cyrion would get it, but I’m also endeared to Soris holding the position, with Shianni as Hahren. for DA:2/E, Bethany. I wish both twins had had the chance to reach Kirkwall :(. Let Leandra die instead. for DA:I, maybe not the saddest death, but the most memorable for me was that one sleeping dragon in the Hissing Wastes.. leave her alone. Stay out of a womans’ business.

Favourite season game: DA:O!

Least favourite season game: DA:I.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: for DA:O, Alistair. I cannot deal with his complacency and hypocrisy. for DA:2, I really disliked Merrill but I honestly cannot remember why. DEFINITELY Varric -- I hated how the game forces you to be his best friend, and if you’re low approval, you have to endure these pointless pissy little comments with this little anti-dwarf centrist pissant. After the expedition, I literally have no reason to put up with him, and I NEVER take him out. I hate that he plays the same role in DA:I, too. for DA:I, the Iron Bull was hugely disappointing, and I also really don’t vibe with Cassandra. She just seems very wishy-washy and complacent and hypocritical, and many of her comments about other cultures seem snide for literally no reason other than bigotry. 

My ‘you’re a piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: for DA:O, lbr probably Sten. Mans is gonna launch a HORRIFYING invasion in the next game iirc and frankly, I’m ok with it. Just wanna see that big bastard again ❤🥵. for DA:2/E, I LOVE Gamlen, ok? for DA:I, I am not sure if I have one.

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: for DA:O, if any of you so much as LOOK at Velanna wrong, it’s hands. That includes Bioware. I also feel incredibly protective of and sad for Morrigan. for DA:2/E, probably Sebastian -- I feel so sad for him, and so frustrated by the limitations with the game. for DA:I, I’m honestly not sure.. maybe Josephine? I don’t really feel this way about Sera, but I do think she deserves better from the game and its writing, and also from fandom: there are valid criticisms of her, but the hate she gets is not proportional to any valid issues with her -- and gee, I wonder why that is.

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: for DA:O, I did use to find Cullen x Surana/Amell intriguing as a dark ship -- I actually hc that Neria Surana is actually Nelaros’ sister, and have dabbled with it as a dark ship. I also am interested in Loghain/Alistair - which each pretends the other is someone else. Alistair is wooby, hate ships are, in general, fun -- so long as we acknowledge that they are, indeed, unhealthy ships. for DA:2/E, I kind of feel like Sebastian romances are, invariably, kind of dark... and, similarly, Anders romances -- especially with certain red Hawkes, The way it ends is, invariably, bordering on fucked up. ALSO Hawkecest is weird and wonderful: GET WITH IT. 

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I’m not too invested’ ship: for DA:O, I joked about Velanna x Leliana once and I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it ever since… Velanna x Sigrun is also something that can be so personal. Ariane x Finn is adorable and are paid DUST by Bioware AND fandom. I actually am really into Anora x Nathaniel & NO I will NOT explain myself; it’s a crackship but it’s MY crackship. for DA:2/E, Isabela x Fenris is super cute, but I don’t pay enough attention to them to really have super committed thoughts & feelings on them. for DA:I, Blackwall x Josephine is cute as a background ship; I also think Maryden x Cole is sweet.

[the-consulting-strange-vidder]

Merry Christmas from your Sherlolly Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy your K+ rated Victorian Uni!lock Sherlolly fic!

The Arrangement

"Women's brains are no different than men's brains," Sherlock proclaimed with a sneer for the idiot masquerading as a Professor of Chemistry. "Miss Hooper's presence is a welcome one, if only to prove you wrong, sir!"

Molly's cheeks flushed with additional heat, this time from pleased embarrassment rather than mortification. Of all people to come to her defense, never would she have expected it of the brash, dismissive Mr. Holmes the younger!

Professor Magnussen raised an eyebrow but made no other response to Sherlock's outburst. Rather, he pointedly turned his attention away from Holmes and resumed his lecture.

Afterwards, as their fellow students began exiting the room, Molly waited for him by the doors. "Thank you," she said, in that soft, diffident manner she had. "I, I appreciate your defense of me earlier, Mr. Holmes."

He offered her a stiff, polite bow, but the expression on his face was anything but pleasant. "Do not thank me, Miss Hooper," he snapped. "Rather, continue to prove your worthiness to participate in our studies by providing the same level of meticulous, well-reasoned research you have been offering since the start of term."

Molly, left speechless at his abruptness, found herself staring at his retreating back as he vanished into the crowd of students in the draughty corridor.

                                                     oOo

"I would not dwell on his rudeness," her dear friend Mary advised her with a smile when she confided in her later that evening, after they had returned to their shared rooms. "My John says he is always that way, which surely you must know having spent the better part of the term sharing classes with him!"

"Classes to which he makes an appearance only on his own schedule," Molly retorted. "Were he clearly not brilliant he would be sent down for his absences, let alone for…" her voice dropped to a whisper despite the fact that they were alone, "...let alone for his...other indiscretions."

Mary's smile vanished; her expression sharpened and her eyes hardened as she stared at her friend. "And where have you heard of these discretions, Margaret Anne Hooper?" she demanded. "Who has been pouring such poisonous gossip in your ears?"

Molly flushed, but held her head high as she replied, "No one has, Mary, only my own keen skills of observation. Surely your John has noted the pallor, the slight tremors in his hands, the characteristic redness of his eyes and nose? Mr. Holmes, although brilliant, is also something of an, an idiot! He will destroy that fine mind of his unless he gives up his vices, or at least, the one involving the use of a syringe and a 5% solution of cocaine!" She gave an emphatic nod at Mary's startled expression. "Yes, I am aware of Mr. Holmes' particular vice, Mary, and I only wish I had the courage to confront him on it, or the ability to show him how ruinous such activities can be!"

"Your concerns are duly noted, Miss Hooper. However, I should note that it is actually a 7% solution, not 5%."

Both women turned and made abortive movements to rise from their seats (Mary, Molly noted rather abstractedly, pulling a rather frightening looking knife from the pocket of her dressing-gown). Molly settled back down as she found herself looking up at the very subject of their discussion. Their private discussion, in their rooms! How dare he enter without announcing himself!

She found her indignation fading, however, upon his very next words. "I am sorry, Molly Hooper, forgive me the intrusion." An apology, from Mr. Sherlock Holmes? Directed at her? Surely the End of Days were upon them! "If you would permit me to continue?" He gestured with his hat toward Mary, who blinked and slid her knife back into her pocket.

"Please come in Mr. Holmes," she said formally, even though Molly knew quite well that she and the man in question were on friendlier terms due to their mutual regard for her beau, Mr. John Watson, currently pursuing his medical studies at Oxford. "I believe you and Miss Hooper require some privacy for this discussion, but of course propriety demands that I remain to act as chaperone should your masculine nature overcome your more gentlemanly instincts."

Molly and Sherlock both gawped at her outrageous words, Molly once again flushing a furious red as her friend smiled, waved, and made her less than dignified way out of the sitting area and into her own bedroom - rather ostentatiously leaving the door ajar.

Silence filled the room in Mary's absence, Molly feeling entirely on the back foot with this whole situation - having been caught discussing a mutual acquaintance's unsavory drugs habit seemed rather dog-in-the-manger after he'd come so gallantly to her defence in their chemistry lecture!

Still, there was nothing for her to do but endure whatever words Mr. Holmes might have for her. So she nodded when he moved into the room, closing the door (mostly) behind him, and waited for her permission before taking the seat Mary had so recently vacated.

His hat remained on his lap, his ungloved hands fidgeting a bit with the brim as he kept his gaze turned on the carpet beneath their feet. Just when Molly felt she needed to say something, anything, to break the awkward silence, he spoke. "Miss Hooper, I apologize not only for bursting in on you and Ma- Miss Morstan as I did, both unannounced and uninvited, but also for my behaviour earlier today."

"Your behaviour earlier was exemplary, I assure you!" Molly exclaimed in surprise. "You defended my presence in the lecture hall - and yes, you were somewhat curt in your manner afterwards when I attempted to thank you, but, well, that is your nature, is it not?" She tried a small laugh, wincing inwardly when it sounded to her ears as more of a nervous titter than a friendly attempt to put him at his ease. Oh, social skills were not her forte and never had been!

"It is my nature, that is true," he said frankly, finally raising his eyes to meet hers. "I am dismissive and impatient and, as John has put it on more than one occasion, a bit of an arse, but I do make an effort to be less...myself...when interacting with those for whom I...that is, for my...friends."

"You can do better than that, Holmes!" came Mary's muffled shout from the other room, startling a gasp from Molly and a chuckle from Mr. Holmes.

"Yes, I can!" he called back, then turned his attention once again to Molly, his demeanor softening into something she might have dared to call affectionate on the face of another man. Without knowing why, her heart was pounding in her chest; she clutched her hands together to keep them from nervously twisting her skirts, and kept her eyes trained on his as he once again began to speak.

"Miss Hooper, everything you have observed about me, from my boorish manner to my unfortunate dabbling in chemical means to slow the frantic workings of my mind, is true." He took a deep breath. "However, what you have failed to observe is my growing...affection. For you. As a friend and, one day, I hope, something more."

Molly's breath seemed to catch in her throat at so unexpected, so thrilling, a confession from the very man for whom she had harboured a not-so-secret tendresse since first laying eyes on him, since first observing his brilliance, since first hearing his voice, no matter how scathing his words.

She opened her mouth to tell him so. To offer him encouragement, and to speak her own feelings aloud.

Instead, to her amazement, she found herself saying, "I will not allow myself to form any sort of, of romantic attachment of a permanent nature to a man who allows himself to fall into dissolution, Mr. Holmes. Once you have rid yourself of this unfortunate habit and found some other way to still your thoughts other than through chemical means so damaging to your mind, we might...speak again of this matter."

Where, she wondered, had such strong words come from? Surely some higher Power must have taken possession of her, mousy Molly Hooper? Molly Hooper who rarely stood up for herself; Molly Hooper who had had to be talked into taking up her true academic interests by her dear friends Mary and Mina when her own mother had tried to urge her against furthering her education after her father's death?

Well. She straightened her spine. No more of that, thank you very much! "Have we reached an agreement, Mr. Holmes?" she asked, looking him straight in the eye and ignoring the flutter of nerves in her stomach as she awaited his answer.

He smiled and rose to his feet, holding out one hand, accepting hers as she returned the gesture, clasping it firmly in his. "We do indeed, Miss Hooper. Molly, if I may be so bold."

"You may," she said, suddenly shy, averting her eyes. She let out a squeak of alarm as he suddenly pulled her to her feet, his face only inches from hers. "Mr. Holmes!"

"A kiss to seal the deal, Molly," he said lowly, searching her gaze and smiling when she gave him the tiniest of acquiescing nods. Then his lips descended, covered hers in a chaste, but lingering, press of his mouth against hers. "And do call me Sherlock," he implored her in a whisper when the kiss ended.

"Sherlock," she whispered, somewhat in a daze, and felt his lips briefly against hers once again.

Moments later he was gone and she was once again seated, wondering what had happened to bring all this on while Mary giggled and pressed her for details.

All she could say was that she believed she and Mr. Holmes - Sherlock - had reached an arrangement.

An arrangement she quite looked forward to altering once he had met her terms!

[impalaanddemons]

Idk why, but lately I've been thirsting for Q (tng) and it would be nice if you could do a smutty drabble please.👅💦💦 Thanks hope you have a Happy New Year🎊🎉

Okay. Things got .. out of hand while writing this, so you’re getting this 2k word monster. I hope you find the time to enjoy it. Usual disclaimer: Smut is not necessarily my forte. You have been warned.

In which you have fierce sex with a god

„He’s hot“ you said and your friends broke into a fit of giggles absolutely not appropriate for starfleets finest engineers.As was your monthly secretive best-friends-since-academy meeting down in engineering, second door left to the warp core. Your best friend Kieran actually had stashed away enough moonshine down there to be tried for breaking at least a dozen regulations at once.But today you did not care. You were just having fun with some friends. Drinking, laughing - and talking about that hot guy you had seen in engineering just a few minutes before you had caught up with the others.„Ooooh, look who’s in love.“ Maria was teasing you endlessly. Had been for years. You shoved her gently with one fist, laughing along.Someone joked about something - you didn’t really hear, but muttered something about looking for a bathroom into your drink and excused yourself from the room.

„Now, are we being naughty, Lieutenant?“ a voice snarled from the darkness that had fell upon engineering. You stopped dead in your tracks, a pearl of sweat forming on your forehead. Shit.„Just checking the tertiary power grid for the nacelles, Sir. There was a slight power fluctuation earlier.“„And lying comes to you so easily.“ the voice sounded almost appreciative.Sure that the voice came from behind your back you turned around carefully.There he was. The hot guy from before. Only now did you notice the captains pipes on his shoulders.With a smile as confident as you could muster you faced him.„Sir, I wasn’t aware there was another Captain on board.“„Oh, is there?“ he chuckled. The sound traveled down your spine with a shiver.He stepped over from where he was standing, his hands behind his back, a smile spread over his lips that made something inside you stir.„Secret meetings? Little stashes of real alcohol? How exciting.“ he grinned now, eyeing you from head to toe. For a second you felt like an insect on a dissecting table. You forced a breath down your lungs and straightened your posture.„I don’t know of any meetings, Sir.“ you’d rather be dead then a snitch.He leant down to you and grinned a toothy grin. A wolf baring its teeth at you. Your breath caught as his face brushed past yours and the low timbre of his voice whispered at your ear. „Liar.“The whisper struck a chord in your soul, its vibration was a flutter in your stomach.„You’re no captain.“ you concluded flatly and his voice laughed again. Again close to your ear. Close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin.It was either getting seriously warm in engineering, or you were developing a fever right now.„You’re smart for a mammal.“ it sounded like an honest compliment.You wanted to be offended - you really did. But another part of you betrayed that pride as your eyes wandered over his blacks curls, the tall frame. Your fingers twitched as you suppressed he urge to run your fingers over his features: His jawline, those lips curled into a treacherous smirk.„Exciting.“ he continued talking, a seemingly endless array of words flowing from his mouth. „You’re so much more … rebellious then your boring old capitane.“ He closed what little distance was left between the two of you but you refused to yield even an inch of space to him.„Does he approve of this kind of behavior?“ he cocked his head. „Does he … know your little secret?“He grabbed your chin between his fingers and you could feel that they would leave an impression on your skin.„Will he be angry with you if I tell him? Get all .. fatherly?“„Shut up.“ you muttered - you felt uncomfortably hot in your uniform now, but couldn’t decide wether you were angry and ready to punch him or just very very … excited.„Mon cher!“ he exclaimed, the tune of his voice full of hurt feelings.„You won’t dare.“ you hissed in return - more because of your temperament then out of conviction.„You obviously don’t know who you’re talking to.“ he said stressing the word ‚obviously‘.It was hard focusing on being angry. You bristled with anger for a moment and, pressing your jaws shut, felt your muscles work against the firm grip of his fingers.„Then who does me the honor … Captain?“ you pulled your lips into the loveliest smile you could muster. It was a smile able to erode titanium.„So fiery. I didn’t know humans could do that any more.“ he etched closer to your face. You could feel the heat emanating from his skin and a smell of something that appeared distinctively electric.„Good god.“ you whispered. It wasn’t that you had intended to voice that thought, it had just slipped out of your mouth before you could help it.He raised his eyebrows in amusement and mockery.„Perfect, my love.“You grumbled in response and closed the small gap that had remained between the two of you, pressing your mouth on his.

He seemed surprised for a split second. It was a pleasant expression on his face and one he obviously didn’t show all too often. But the surprise faded fast and relinquished it’s place to something more sinister.You looked surprised too - but not for the kiss itself, but for how the touch of your lips on his felt like the spark of a flame licking at your nerves. He did not hesitate much to return your motion - a fierce kiss that made the hairs on your arms stand up. He never let go of your chin but pressed his lips on yours as if trying to leave his mark on you. When the kiss finally broke you gasped for air. The sensation of his skin on yours was still painfully real and intense and made you want more of this, of him, whatever he was.

„Of course I had a couple of millennia to try this and that.“ he whispered, obviously conscious of the effect he had on you.„And we Q usually don’t dabble in … biology.“ he continued and you felt your body get cold and hot all at the same time.He laughed as he saw how realization hit you.„Yes. The one and only.“ the omnipotent muttered and this time he was the one to initiate the kiss.„Oh my god.“ you mumbled, breaking the connection, staring at him in disbelief.„How very attentive of you.“ his fingers traveled away from your chin and down your neck and where they went they left the heat of glowing embers. The feeling of his touch on your skin traveled over your skin, through nerves and muscles down into the core of your being.You fought with two of the fundamental f’s in human nature but the dice had already been tossed and counted minutes ago.You caught his lips again, ready to dance if the self proclaimed god was, and he reciprocated in delight.This time you did not fight back the urge to slide with your fingers along his neck and gently run them through his black hair. You felt the muscles in his shoulders move as he pushed closer and although he was not human your reaction to him definitely was.„Someone’s going to see us.“ you muttered.His lips and teeth traveled down your neck, following his inquisitive hands and lighting a trail of fire on the way. You groaned involuntarily.You heard the snap of fingers next and then the deep hum and the red light of the warp core nearby.Your lips formed a surprised „Oh“ but you could read in his wicked grin that this was the reaction he had aimed for.„Don’t worry, little human.“ he said as his fingers pulled down the zipper of your uniform.„This warp core is completely harmless compared to what you are playing with.“ his confidence would’ve been sickening, if it weren’t for his fingers trailing the length of your side and then grabbing you and lifting you up to place you on the main console.Another kiss in which you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close. His hands on your shoulders, your sides, one closing around a breast and playing with an already hard nipple. You wrapped your legs around him to pull him close and through the uniform felt that, god or not, his human form reacted in the usual form, pressing hard against the fabric of your most sensitive parts.„Not very godlike,“ you mumbled at his ear and gently bit his earlobe. He tasted human but the spark and the sensation of energy that followed made you groan.„I haven’t even begun.“ he answered and with another snap of his fingers your uniform was gone. The console was cold and then became quickly wet and slick where you sat. And while the fingers of one hand closed around a breast again, his other hand moved south. The tip of his index trailing a line down your side and over to your thigh. Gently and slowly and followed by the fire and the light that seemed to be wherever he touched you he began to caress the sensitive spot between your legs. You could already feel the contraction of your climax. You could feel his fingers manipulating you so perfectly that you bent backwards on the console, displaying for him what was his right now. It was a pure flow of energy and heat that washed over you and carried you over to that edge. Promising. Luring you in. Showing you a glimpse of bliss and eternity. Just one stroke more. One more squeeze of his fingers around your nipple.And when you thought you wouldn’t be able to take it anymore without losing yourself he changed the position of his hands and pushed a finger into you.You groaned now shamelessly. You opened your eyes and stared at the warp core. Lifted your head back to watch him, your own breath hitched. He smiled and something uneasy stirred in you for a second but did not stand a chance against the onslaught of feelings.He pushed a second finger into you and you groaned again, your fingers grasping the panel you were sitting on hard, your legs spread for him.„Not yet.“ he stated and although you were sure this was the last moment, the final second of standing on the edge before being pushed over nothing happened. You remained there and it drove all conscious thought from your mind.„Say pretty please.“ he coaxed now.He bent his fingers gently, continued rubbing with his thumb the part of you were all the fire and energy started. Another finger slipped into you and you groaned now at the feeling of being stretched and stroked and you whimpered, your head falling back again.„Please“, you groaned as he pushed his fingers harder into you now, simulating what would surely follow next.„God, Q, please.“ you collected what sensible thought you found left in your mind.

He chuckled. He didn’t need to leave you to get rid of his clothes. There were just his fingers now teasing you relentlessly and his body suddenly not clothed any more. You would’ve barely noticed if it wasn’t for him being so dangerously close now.For all the tiny sparks on your skin as he leant over you and really touched you with his body for the first time.There was nothing that could’ve prepared you for the moment his fingers left you and he pushed into you with his full length.Your feeling of self and distinctiveness from him and the universe was pulverized. There was nothing that remained but the force with which he pushed into you and the knowledge of  his self taking over yours. You ran on a high impossible to describe and it coaxed you and taunted you. It was sex and it was relentless and it was more than that - it was the union with something distinctively not human, something merging with you for a moment and showing you the wonders of an indefinite mind.And then he finally let you come. It felt like an eternity and it washed over you and through you. You were sure that the sound you made would’ve been heard on the bridge but for a blissful second you didn’t care.All you cared for were his lips wet and hot on your skin and him inside you and around you, touching you more intimately than any other human ever could.It took minutes before you realized that you still lay sprawled on the console while the omnipotent was already dressed again, leaning nonchalanty at the console next to you and smiling one of his more unnerving smiles.

[smokeyloki]

Fiddlesticks! - A Cherik Ficlet (Concept Credit: @pippa-writes)

   Again, I would like to thank @pippa-writes for providing the concept for this ficlet.  Three drafts and a lot of frustration turned out this little one-shot, and I sincerely hope you all enjoy it.  I’m much better at writing than I am at drawing, at any rate.

@pippa-writes

@ladycavalier

@peppermintdoodle (since I saw a post somewhere saying that you wanted to read more Cherik stuff...)

Also a disclaimer that I’m not the best at fluff.  I’m not terrible at it, but it’s definitely not my forte.

          The trouble started less than a month ago, during one of their music lessons.  Erik been playing a simple arrangement of “Ave Maria” as a warm-up, and Christine Daae’s voice danced along with the piano keys. All was going well until the fifteenth measure, when a poorly-placed note snuck into a chord and brought the whole score to a halt.  He sat there, fingers frozen to the keyboard, eyes fixed on the offending composition.

         “Fiddlesticks,” Erik had muttered.

         He later chalked up that particular word to Christine’s presence, and he was grateful that he had not said something indecent.  He was certainly capable of it, if his earlier years of parroting the vulgarities of stagehands and opera-goers were any indication (just ask Gerard Carriere).  More recently, he’d also taken to dabbling in Swedish, German, and Latin literature, and could employ crude phrases in a variety of languages.  But to speak in such a crass manner in front of a lady, especially one such as Mlle. Daae…that would be no fit behavior for a gentleman!

         This would have been the end of it if Erik hadn’t forgotten about the misplaced note and brought the same score to their next lesson.  It all began innocently enough, just as before, and once again the squalling dissonance reduced both student and teacher to unexpected silence. The lull was broken, finally, by a single utterance from a disgruntled Maestro:

         “Fiddlesticks.”

         This time, he could have sworn he saw a small smile pass over Christine’s countenance when she heard him.

         “Ave Maria” was re-worked in a single afternoon.  He could replace an unnecessary or incorrect note…but “fiddlesticks” could not be so easily gotten rid of.  It was nuisance enough when he caught himself saying it throughout the day, but a close proximity to Christine Daae made it worse.  Even the slightest inconvenience in her presence seemed to warrant the silly phrase, and Christine’s poor attempts to hide her amusement when he said it became less and less resolute.

         And yet, how could explain to her the reason for “fiddlesticks”?  He couldn’t expect her to understand how he felt the need to tip-toe around her, using only gentle movements, gentle voice, gentle words. He couldn’t even explain it to himself! So when “fiddlesticks” slipped out when he fumbled with his flute, he’d rather have her tittering behind him than have to engage in a conversation so mortifying that it would send him to an early grave.

         He would speak to Carriere on the matter, except that it was so trivial.  That, and the resident Opera Manager didn’t know about Erik’s nightly excursions with Christine Daae.  And even if he did, he would no doubt make some vague statement regarding how nice it was that Erik could make the young lady laugh.  Erik had already considered this point, but there was a fine line between giving Christine some merriment and him becoming the source of merriment.  

         Still, it was either confront Christine on the matter or subject himself to her giggles. He chose the latter.

         There were days, even in the life of a Phantom, that went better than others.

         If anyone had seen the elusive Opera Ghost earlier that day, stalking the secret passageways of the Opera Populaire with a stack of music under one arm and a glower fixed behind the smiling gape of a mouth on what he had dubbed his “night sky” mask – deep navy in color and flecked all over with bits of gold paint, with a grotesque grin carved underneath a thin, hooked nosepiece – that person could have easily concluded that today was not one of the “better days”.

         His morning routine had passed without hitch, but an early afternoon excursion to his private box was interrupted by a certain Mme. Giry.  Once a humble box-keeper, someone of little consequence to Erik, she had become a prominent member of the Opera House, mainly due to the small fact that she knew the secret of the Opera Ghost.  Not only did she know him, but she had a tendency of being forward, blunt, and demanding; a harsh personality combination of which Erik was not exempt.  Today, her complaint concerned his “pranks” on the dancers.  The feather in her cap quivered as she talked up to him in stage whispers about his childish behavior:

         “And how do you expect, Monsieur, for ‘your’ dancers to perform well if they’re scared out of their wits?  Or hiding in a closet for fear of glimpsing the Phantom?”

         Erik would have brushed her aside and gone about his business if it had been any other member of the opera company.  However, it was Mme. Giry, and this alone was enough to trap him for the entire length of her outburst.  Only once she had exhausted herself of all words and insulting phrases did she drop him a stiff curtsey and flounce off.  Her feathery hat bounced along with each step.

         The accusatory speech lasted roughly twenty minutes, so Erik was well out-of-sorts by the time he reached Box 5.  Upon seating himself in the shadows of his box, though, he came to a sad realization that La Carlotta was directing the company as they swept and scrubbed the main stage.  Her presence was wholly unnecessary, and anyone else would have thought the same. After all, there wasn’t a spotlight for her hog, nor a recital for her to butcher.  Yet she was there, dressed in some ridiculous drapery and far too many feathers, waving her hands and shouting orders at anything that moved. Erik endured her grating voice for a full fifteen minutes before finally being chased below, where he spent a good deal of the afternoon sulking in the hallways.

         There was a moment of brief respite in his house on the lake, where he worked for several hours on a small composition.  A few rough patches were smoothed out, and he was just getting himself immersed in his creative process when a clock in an adjoining room chimed a reminder that lessons with Christine Daae was approaching.

         So, with his rounds ruined, La Carlotta’s screeches still ringing in his ears, and his composition abruptly interrupted, there was more than ample explanation for the dark cloud which hovered over Erik’s head as he entered the small piano room with a bundle of sheet music tucked under one arm. Christine was already there, busying herself with some of the stretches shown her by Erik in past lessons.  She greeted her Maestro with a smile and cheery “hello!”  His response, in contrast, was curt and through pinched lips.

         However, once seated and the music spread out on the piano, he relaxed, and soon Christine’s voice soared through the air as he coaxed a gentle melody from the ebony keys.  

         All would have been well if they hadn’t hit a rut.

         There was a section in Christine’s new piece which had caused her some trouble in their past lesson; Erik had been in a better mood, then, and they’d set it aside to review later.  That course of action, though, had one glaring flaw, being that “later” was “now”, and every hiccup of Mlle. Daae pushed Erik’s aggravation further.  

         No bit of advice, no changing of the tempo, nothing Erik tried seemed to help. Christine would continue to trip up on a run of the aria, and they would back-peddle and try again, only to produce the same results.  Each time, Erik’s glower would deepen, and his brows drew together underneath the mask – at least, it seemed to Christine that the space around his eyes scrunched together in such a way as to suggest the furrowing of her Maestro’s brows – and his muttered grumblings grew louder and more pronounced until she could hear them plainly.

         “Fiddlesticks!”

         The word had ingrained itself in Erik’s vernacular; he didn’t seem aware of its being used.  The funny phrase leaped from his lips, loaded with annoyance and frustration.  And every time he said it, despite his ever-darkening expression and the vehement anger with which he punctuated the word, Christine couldn’t help a faint smile.  Even as she tripped over the troublesome section of her piece, thus adding to her Maestro’s sour mood, she found it difficult to concentrate on her notes.

         “No!”  Erik suddenly exclaimed.  He brought his hands down, hard, on the keys, creating a discordant “bang” that mingled with the echo of his shout.

         “It’s all wrong,” he continued.  “You’re singing it wrong, and no matter how many times I’ve gone over it, you refuse to get it right!”

         Christine was frozen to the ground, mouth still open in mid-run.  Erik’s outburst, so uncharacteristic of his usual genteel demeanor, had taken her quite by surprise.  Not to mention that he had chosen to direct his frustration towards herself!  Now the room had become far too quiet, and she discovered a need to busy herself with some distraction; a clutter of instruments had been moved to this room earlier, so she left her Maestro to stew over his piano music while she fiddled with a trombone.

         “It’s-” he grumbled, leaving his sentence unfinished.  

         Christine glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.  She had a sudden impulse, a daring notion that lodged in her throat.  A second of tense silence passed, a moment which Christine spent assessing her Maestro’s stony countenance and considering whether her idea would drive him further into frustration.

         “It’s fiddlesticks,” she whispered, loud enough to be heard across the room.

         Erik turned his head in her direction.

         “It’s fiddlesticks,” Christine said again.  This time, it was accompanied by a slight coloring of her cheeks and a brief smile.

         The dark cloud which hung over Erik’s head lifted, but then his lip stuck out and he glowered at the piano.  It took Christine a moment to realize that her Maestro was pouting.  It was such a funny notion to her, watching a full-grown man in a mask throwing a fit like a petulant child, that she giggled.  Then the giggle grew stronger and longer.

         “It’s fiddlesticks!” she shrieked, clapping her hands together.

         Erik watched the hysterics unfold.  His pride was sorely bruised, but he couldn’t help being befuddled at the same time.

         “What’s so funny?” he demanded in what he hoped was a strict voice.

         It had no effect; in fact, it seemed only to fuel Christine’s laughter.  She was wiping tears from her eyes.

         “It’s…just…so…fiddlesticks!” she gasped.

         “You’ve made that point quite clear,” Erik responded dryly.  He closed the piano case and stood.  Christine ran around the piano to grab hold of his arm. When she did, it was Erik who found himself unable to move.

         “I’m…sorry…” she tried to say.  Her Maestro attempted a glare, but his lower lip trembled, and there was no longer any real glint of anger in his eyes.  Then she hiccupped – she couldn’t help herself – and that broke her Maestro.  His frown twisted itself into a smile, and he chuckled, ducking his head and turning aside. Christine released her hold on him, now safely assured that her Maestro wasn’t going to steal out of the room in a dramatic fit.  As for Erik, he returned to the piano and began gathering his music.  He had a suspicion that further progress that evening was an impossible venture.

         Behind him, Christine kept repeating “fiddlesticks”.  Each time it was accompanied by a peal of laughter, which, as he listened, began to take on the same musical qualities of her speech and song.  Perhaps her giggling wasn’t as awful as what he first supposed.

         “I think we’re done for the night,” Erik announced.  Christine’s response was another hiccup, muffled behind her hand.

         “So soon?” she asked shakily.  

         Erik nodded, but showed her his own now-smiling face so she wouldn’t feel that she was the cause of the abrupt end.  “You must work on that aria, Mademoiselle.  I’ll bring you a copy tomorrow night; then you can go over it yourself after our lessons.” He paused.  “And I suppose I must be working on my vocabulary.”

         “You are rather predictable sometimes,” Christine murmured.  She drew nearer; he could feel her proximity and felt a stifling need to brush past her and give himself more breathing space.  Tucking the music under one arm, he turned his attention to the instruments stacked against the wall.

         “Whoever did this ought to be sacked,” he said to no one in particular.  He stooped to pick up a trombone as Christine Daae passed him.

         “Good night, Maestro,” she whispered.  She touched his hand with her own, though whether it was intentional could not be said. Through his glove, the warmth of her little hand seeped into his fingers and raced up his arm, filling his whole self. An indescribable sensation struck him like a bolt of lightning; it was beyond any adjective, anything “fantastic” or “wondrous”; “magical”, “enchanted”, or “beautiful”.  These and more, certainly…so he chose to be wordless and watch her go in silence.

         Then the trombone slipped through listless fingers and bounced off his left foot before crashing to the ground.

         The string of words which followed, some bizarre, all colorful and rather distasteful in nature, made him glad indeed of a music room which had been fully emptied of sweet, innocent sopranos.  

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Through Time and Space: Time and the Rani Part 2

Hey guys!  I will have a post sometime later discussing who won the giveaway.  There were only 2 people who joined the giveaway, which was really sad because they were two of my personal friends, who know me in real life.  Well, I know what the winner is gonna choose.  There will be more giveaways, but the special prize I had this time will be chosen most likely.  Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!

Fandom: Doctor Who

Episode: Time and the Rani

Pairing: 7th Doctor x Reader

Warnings: Violence

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After we got the thing from the Tardis, we headed back into the lab, where the Doctor got to work. 'Mel' began explaining to us what happened to the Rani, and how she got herself trapped. Every once in a while, something would explode, and there would be a lot of smoke that came out. After one of the explosions, the Doctor turned to 'Mel'. "You know, I can't help feeling sorry for the Rani, Mel, getting caught in her own devious trap."

"She's got nobody to blame but herself." 'Mel' said.

"I suppose so, but what was she doing prowling around on Lakertya?"

"Well, I'd have thought the reason was obvious."

"Is it?"

"She must be on the brink of a major discovery."

"Have to be a cosmic breakthrough for a neurochemist of her stature to come storming the barricades."

"All the more reason to press on, get there first. You've repeatedly said that in the wrong hands, scientific knowledge can be dangerous."

"Why can't I remember any of this?" I asked still very confused.

"You took a tumble and must have hit your head." I looked to the Doctor who had started fiddling with something. Something doesn't add up. I just got here didn't I?

"What scientific knowledge? What am I doing? If only I could remember."

"Oh, don't start all that again. Look, repair the machine and maybe we'll find the solution."

"The machine won't tell me what's behind that locked door, will it? The machine won't restore my memory, will it? If the Rani was after our experiment, we must be playing with fire." That's what I'm starting to think.

"Oh, forget the Rani. She's finished, destroyed." No one ever stays dead on this show especially if they are from Gallifrey.

"Is she? Oh, don't underestimate her. She's a brilliant but sterile mind. There's not one spark of decency in her."

"I'm overwhelmed."

"You are?"

"Such superior diagnostic talents."

"It's my forte."

"Well then, it's a pity they can't be concentrated on the machine." 'Mel' pushed the Doctor against the machine. The Doctor kept working on the pyramid.

"And another thing. Why was the Rani dressed like you, Mel?" The Doctor asked as he was under the pyramid.

"Perhaps she's fashion conscious."

"No. She was in disguise. Practicing another one of her talents."

"Really? Are you going to be much longer in there, Doctor?" I knew something wasn't right. That can't be Mel.

"Afraid so. More hasta less vista." After a while, he got back up and started taking readings on a weird device. "I cannot understand how I could have made such a fundamental mistake." He said as he tried to pull out a really large circuit board.

"Let me." 'Mel' said as she tried to help. That's when I saw there was a large hole in it. "What was the mistake?"

"The heat radiation from the catalyst was of high frequency."

"You mean I, you used the wrong heat conducting material?" I caught that slip.

"So elementary. I broke the second law of thermodynamics." The Doctor said frustrated.

"So, if we substituted a suitable material, would it work?" I'm very suspicious of this 'Mel' now.

"You should know the answer to that, Mel. Didn't C P Snow expound on thermodynamics?"

"Doctor, is this relevant?"

"Well, you said you admired all his writings, read all his books." He's trying to trip her up to see if it's actually Mel.

"Did I? Oh, I must have forgotten."

"You, Mel, forget? A kangaroo never forgets." I giggled at his comparison.

"Elephant." I said.

"Oh, yes. Memory like an elephant. A running gag applied to you, I feel sure, Mel."

"Oh, perhaps the machine exploding affected my memory too. Doctor, what were the readings?"

"Oh here, see for yourself." He gave her the machine he was holding and went up the stairs and tried to listen to something outside the locked door. After a while, the Doctor came back down and started doing other things on the machine.

"Would PHB or PES do?" Mel asked.

"What?"

"I asked you a question!"

"Did you? Mel, there's something caged in there."

"Yes, I dare say. Would PHB or PES do?" I have no idea what those stuff are.

"Eh?"

"As a suitable material for the machine."

"Oh, yes. PHB. It's biodegradable. We don't want to litter up Lakertya with non-destructible waste like they're doing on your planet, Mel."

"What are you looking for?"

"Sugar and starch. We can ferment our own." He said as he was looking around.

"You won't find it there. What about the alternative?"

"PES? No, not so good. It's a petroleum based plastic."

"Slightly amber, almost opaque?" I don't know Mel before this, but this sounds too weird. Her knowledge of this stuff makes me question.

"Mmm."

"I know where I can get some."

"Where?" "From the Lakertyans. You repair the machine, I'll go and get it."

"But I thought you said the Lakertyans weren't very advanced."

"Did I?"

"Yes." Mel then left the room. I got up and went over to the Doctor.

"When we discovered the sad skeleton." The Doctor turned and looked at me and smiled. He squeezed my hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay for right now. I just don't know why I can't remember anything."

"Well you did hit your head in the explosion."

"That's the thing though. I'm not the Kate that was with you when you guys were knocked out. I didn't hit my head then." The Doctor gave me a look.

"We'll test you when we get back to the TARDIS." He then gave me a hug and started doing things on the pyramid.

"I haven't met Mel before, but this whole situation is weird." I said.

"Yeah I'm starting to feel that as well." I then went back and sat back down where I had been sitting.

"Do you have any knowledge of this adventure?" I shook my head. "You wouldn't tell me if you did." I smiled. After a while, Mel walked in. She looks slightly different than the one that had been with us. She walked over to me.

"Kate, who's that? Where's the Doctor?"

"You! Get away from her! Where's Mel?"

"Where's the Doctor?"

"What have you done with her?"

"You stay away from me and Kate. What have you done with the Doctor?" The Doctor reached for Mel, but she grabs him and throws him on the floor holding him there. "Now we'll get to the truth. What have you done with him, you brute?"

"He's here!"

"Where? Under the carpet?"

"It's me, you washer woman! Me!"

"Never! You're nothing like him. If the Doctor's been harmed, I-" Just then the Doctor got out of her grab and lifted her up.

"Kate! Help! Put me down! Oh!" He put her down.

"Drop the melodramatics. Your pathetic impersonation doesn't fool me at all. Incidentally, that's wig's not you." He said pulling her hair. She squealed. "I knew you weren't finished, Rani. I told Mel as much."

"You told me?"

"No, Mel!"

"I am Mel. Who's the Rani?"

"Try looking in the mirror at the face of evil."

"I've had enough of this drivel. Kate, come on."

"At this point in time, Kate hasn't met you, but let's compromise. Let me feel your pulse."

"Don't touch me!" She said ripping her hand from him.

"Ah, the proof of the pumpkin's in the squeezing."

"You don't even talk like the Doctor, you miserable fraud."

"Mel." She looked at me. "If this really is you, which I'm starting to believe it is. Then let him take your pulse. That's the Doctor. He's just changed."

"Why do you look like that?" She asked turning to the Doctor.

"I've regenerated, and I'm suffering from post-regenerative amnesia, as far as I can remember. Fair exchange is no mockery. You feel my pulses, I'll feel yours. I'll lean across here with my arm behind my back, if you want proof I'm a Time Lord. Come on." He holds his arm out, and Mel checks his pulses.

"A double pulse. Then you really are the Doctor."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you. Now yours." The Doctor said as he grabbed her wrists and checked her pulse. "Mel?"

"But you're completely different. Nothing like you were. Face, height, hair, everything's changed."

"Yes, and I've become more of a fool too, it seems, Mel. Doesn't bode well for my seventh persona, being so completely taken in by the wretched Rani."

"The Rani? Is that who hijacked the Tardis?"

"But what does she want with me?" The Doctor started showing Mel the asteroid on the table screen. "Strange matter."

"Never heard of it."

"You should have, Mel. A Princeton physicist discovered it in your Earth year 1984."

"Computers are my speciality, not nuclear physics."

"It's an incredibly dense from of matter. A lump the size of this would weigh more than your planet Earth."

"Well, what can the Rani's interest be?"

"An astute question. If that asteroid exploded, it would send off a blast of gamma rays equivalent to a supernova."

"And then it'd be goodbye, Lakertya."

"And everything else in this corner of the galaxy. When the Rani dabbles, she dabbles on a grand scale." I had to resist the urge to dab. It would be hilarious if those two knew what dabbing was in the future of Earth. He lead Mel to the stairs to the mysterious door.

"Here, go and listen." He said giving her a stethoscope type object. She walked up the door and listened.

"It's weird. It's like a giant heartbeat."

"Yes, but why, Mel, why? What is she up to? It starts here." He joined her up by the door.

"Oh, forget it, Doctor. Let's hightail it back to the Tardis and get out of here."

"And leave the Lakertyans to the machinations. Come on Kate." I joined them up there. Just then I heard something. The Doctor seemed to have as well because he froze. "Did you hear a voice, or am I hallucinating?" Just then there was the noise again.

"Well, go on, quick. Nine five three."

"Who'd have thought she'd have been so obvious. Huh. That's my age and the Rani's." Me and Mel head into the room first, while the Doctor followed. The room was full of cabinets. Mel walked over and started naming some of the names.

"Hypatia. Einstein!" She said.

"Names which are meaningless to us." A voice said.

"Geniuses, every one of them. The Rani's collected together the most creative minds and the most powerful matter in the universe." The Doctor said.

"She's a murderess. Sarn was not her first victim. There've been many." A different voice said.

"The scope of her imagination is breathtaking." I gave him a look of surprise.

"You sound as though you admire her." The first guy said.

"Not admiration, fascination and sadness. If only the Rani could have redirected her incredible talents for good."

"The fascination's mutual. She's reserved this one for you." Mel said pointing at one of the cabinets.

"What is it I can contribute these other geniuses can't?"

"You're a Time Lord. Kate there's one here for you too." She said pointing at the cabinet next to the Doctor's.

"I have one?" I asked really surprised. I walked over and saw the cabinet. There was my name in all its glory, but there was a bunch of other words in different languages I didn't understand. The Doctor joined me and looked at it. "What's all this other stuff?" I asked looking at him.

"Your other names."

"What?"

"Kate, you have a long road ahead for you. You're young, so you won't understand this. I can't remember a whole lot, but this I can remember. I will never forget anything about you." He said looking me in the eyes. I smiled thinking about what lies ahead of me. I ran my hand over the words.

"But what have I got to offer. You're the Doctor. You are full of information, ideas, etc, but me I'm just the companion who's always around."

"That's the thing you're always around. You're filled with knowledge and potential as well. Maybe even more than me." We then head back to the room we had been in, and the Doctor starts working on something. A path of light suddenly appeared going to the mysterious door at the top of the stairs. "Do you know what's behind that door?"

"I've never been permitted to see." The first guy said.

"Pity. Beyus, why have you assisted?" Oh that was his name. How did the Doctor know?

"Collaborated is the word that you are avoiding, Doctor. I've no choice." Just then the second guy came running in and closed the door.

"She coming!" He yelled.

"Take Mel." The Doctor said. I looked a bit hurt by that. "We need to make sure the Rani doesn't think we know anything, Kate. Plus you're the safest near me." He said noticing my expression.

"I'll take her with me." The second man said.

"Doctor, Kate, you two can't stay." Mel said.

"Go, Mel, go." The Doctor exclaimed. I took my seat where I was, while the Doctor went back to the pyramid. The Rani returns and shows the Doctor what I presume to be the stuff that is needed for this thing.

"Ah, yes, yes. Let me see. Polyethersulphone. Excellent. How clever you are, Mel. Where did you find it?" He said taking it.

"In the store room. Doctor, why was the monitor on?"

"On, is it? Oh, yes. I was trying to jog my memory. No luck though. Hold the other end, Mel." He said giving her one side, while they tried to put it in. "You're not concentrating, Mel. Hold it steady. We've got to maneuver it into position."

"Quite adept at maneuvering aren't you, Doctor?"

"Yes, well, where there's a will, there a Tom, Dick, and Harriet." Okay I don't even know how he came up with that one.

"Do I take it the machine's now operational?" She asked.

"Oh, no, no, no. There's some information I simply must have before I make the final delicate adjustments."

"Such as?"

"Ideally, what's behind that door?"

"Less ideally?"

"The identity of this rather interesting substance." The Doctor pointed at this weird stuff on top of a different pyramid.

"The information's essential, is it?"

"Crucial."

"So, if I told you its chemical composition, I could do that." The Rani pressed a button on the table. The lights dimmed and the pyramid started flashing.

"No, stop!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"You know, don't you?" She removed the wig. "But your usefulness is not over yet. You two have another role to play." The Doctor pointed behind her, and she turned. The Doctor used his scarf to pin her arms behind her and pushed her onto the table. He grabs my hand, and we run into the room with the cabinets and past Beyus. We ended up in some kind of lair with some very hungry looking plants that could eat us.

"I say, I mean, we may not see eye to eye. Try and see it my way. I'm trying not be personal. I mean, after all, a bat may look at a Time Lord." I stood as close as I could to the Doctor, while he had an arm around me holding me close. Just then some food substance fell and the plants started eating.

"Doctor, Kate, hurry." Beyus yelled. We ran out as the creatures were eating. We got back to the room with all the cabinets. "No, you'll have to escape through the laboratory. The Rani went that way." We run back into the lab. We saw someone and ran back in. We both got in our cabinets and waited. Beyus lets us out when it was safe.

"I can't say I share the Rani's taste in pets." The Doctor said. I nodded still shaken up by that.

"The Tetraps are nobody's pets, and you'd be wise not to forget it."

"This is what I'll never forget. Unique talents every one of them. The Rani's roamed the universe plucking these geniuses out of time, at the height of their powers and reducing them to the status of laboratory specimens." I shook my head.

"Doctor, please hurry."

"Time, the concept of time. I'm sure that's at the heart of what she's up to. Otherwise why reserve a place for me, a Time Lord, and Kate, well I can't talk about that, in this abysmal parade."

"If you're still here when she gets back, you'll find out from inside the cabinet."

"Which you will help her put us in." I looked at him scared. I didn't have whatever the Rani wants. I'm not full of knowledge. I know a lot of the Doctor's past and future, but that was about it. "I'm not going to let her do anything to you that's going to harm you. I know this is the first time meeting this regeneration. You seem to pop in a weird times, but I'm still your husband. I'm not going to let them do any harm to you." I nodded trusting him like I've always done.

"If she catches you, yes." Beyus said.

"You know, Beyus, your collaboration with the Rani is difficult to understand."

"My people are under threat. If you do manage to escape, go to the Centre of Leisure. You will find the reason there. Now, hurry, Doctor, Kate." We headed back into the lab. "Be careful. The grounds outside are a minefield of traps."

"Nothing outside is compared to this."

"A harmless asteroid?"

"It's composed of strange matter, Beyus. A devastating force. With the right trigger, that harmless asteroid, as you call it, could incinerate your planet and anything else in this corner of the galaxy. And what does the Rani keep behind there? Oh, all good things come to a bend." Eh, close enough. He goes to the pyramid and removed something from it. It turns off causing the main lights to come back on. I sighed.

"Microthermistor. I doubt if she'll have a spare."

"She won't need one. You're going to put it back. Give it to me." They started fighting over the thing. I got up to go help the Doctor, but Beyus gets it. He starts running down the stairs, but the Doctor tripped him. The Doctor took that opportunity to grab it. I ran to catch up to the Doctor.

"I had no intention of hurting you." He said sadly.

"Beyus." Rani's voice yelled from somewhere. The Doctor grabs my hand, and we run for the exit. After a bit of running and getting lost, an alarm starts blaring. Well, this is going to be fun.

[starry-kfics]

unexpected [minhyuk]

word count: 1562

warnings: none

“Actually… I just miss you.”

“Don’t you dare walk away.”

“Do it. I dare you.”

♡

“Unnie, are you excited?” Your friend Sooha asked from beside you as you stood nervously in the practice room.

You were a part of an upcoming girl group, and after nearly a year of training at JYP Entertainment, you ended up switching to Fantagio, settling into a new group of girls. Now it was two years as a group, and you were finally going to debut soon. The other five girls in your group were all waiting with you. Today you were supposed to be meeting one of the other groups at Fantagio, a boy group. They had debuted right around the time you switched companies, so you hadn’t actually met them as trainees. Fantagio wanted you all to meet and maybe collaborate on a special stage together.

“Yes, Sooha-yah, I am.” You smiled at the maknae, her long blue hair pulled up into a bun.

“I can’t wait!” Soojung, a vocalist, squealed, leaping away from the window she had peering out of. She was nearly two years older than you and yet acted like the maknae.

The girls rushed to stand beside and just behind you, the leader. You weren’t the oldest, in fact you were the middle in age, but had been assigned leader anyways. In addition to being leader, you were main performance and dabbled a little bit into rap when asked to. Rap was usually Minseung’s forte, so you tended to focus on vocals and dance.

Your manager was standing next to the girls, clearly excited as well. There was a tap on your shoulder, and you turned around to look at Heiwon, the girl between you and Sooha in age. She was quite a nervous girl, and seemed exceptionally anxious now; she had only started calling you unnie two months ago, Sooha on the other hand had called you unnie after after meeting you twice.

“Y/N-unnie, I don’t- I don’t-” She couldn’t even get her words out, breath quickening, and you realized what was happening.

“Okay, come with me, Heiwon.” You turned to Minseung, who was the oldest, and tended to be kind of like your second in command. “Minseung unnie, can you do the introductions? Give the boy group my apologies, and tell them that I had to leave for something urgent.”

She nodded, and your manager watched quietly as you led the younger girl out of the practice room. Just down the hall was another empty practice room, which you guided Heiwon into gently. Closing the door, you turned on the lights then closed the blinds. Knowing that it was best to just sit with her while she was like this, you put her on a couch, and sat beside her. She held tightly to your hand as she hyperventilated, looking down at her feet as she muffled her sobs with her other hand.

You knew that Heiwon had been dealing with panic attacks for quite a few years. During her time as a trainee, they had become more infrequent, this was her first one in over six months. She was getting the help she needed, and promised to be ready for the debut.

You didn’t know how long you had sat there with her for, but soon you heard her cries soften, then cease. She sniffled, and you brought a pack of tissues out from your pocket, handing her one. Heiwon let go of your hand to blow her nose, and when she looked up at you, you saw that her mascara had been smudged. Thankfully that was all the makeup she had been wearing, and you took another tissue to dab at her wet cheeks. Her bottom lip was still trembling as she tried to apologize to you.

“You’re okay, Heiwon. I’d rather be here with you than in that practice room without you. As long as you’re okay.” You reassured her, fixing her dark black bangs.

She smiled gratefully up at you. Standing up, you went to the mini-fridge in the corner to bring out a couple small water bottles, letting her drink one while you pressed the other to her red, puffy eyes in an attempt to make it less obvious that she had been crying.

“Do you think you’ll be able to go back?” You asked her softly, bringing the bottle down from her face

Heiwon took a sip of her water, shaking her head no. “I’m sorry, unnie, I don’t- I don’t think I can.”

“That’s okay, Heiwon. Would it be okay if I went back to say hello and grab your bag for you?”

She nodded, and you gave her a final pat on the head before leaving the spare practice room. Heading back down the hall, you took a deep breath to collect yourself. You threw on a smile as you pushed the door open, closing it behind you.

Standing in front of you was the boy group, their backs to you. Several were quite short, while the rest were quite tall. One had very light bleached hair, and another very deep red dyed hair. They were all in casual clothes, as if they had just come from their own practice. Walking past them, you made a beeline for where the girls had set their bags, picking up yours and Heiwon’s.

“There’s Y/L/N Y/N unnie! She’s our leader, and our best dancer!” The excited voice of Sooha brought your attention back to the two groups, and you looked up at the boys, able to view them for the first time as you shouldered the two bags.

You were met with smiling faces as your girls pulled you forward in front of them, and you felt your own smile drop when you saw the person at the edge of the boy group.

Diverting your eyes from him, you addressed the rest of the group hastily. “Nice to meet you, but I’m afraid I must be going.”

With that, you rushed past the boys again, throwing the door open more violently than you intended. You expected to hear it slam behind you as you trekked down the hall, but it didn’t, instead there was a soft click as it closed.

“Y/N-ah.” A painfully familiar voice came from behind you, stopping you midstride. “Don’t you dare walk away.”

“Oh, like you did, Minhyuk?” You snapped, pivoting on your heel to glare at the brunette boy.

He didn’t seem to have changed in the four years that you hadn’t seen him. Sure, physically he was definitely more grown up, more handsome than ever before. But he still brought up the same churning whirlpool of emotions as before.

“I knew you were going to try to fight again.” Minhyuk sighed, and you rolled your eyes at his condescending tone.

“Then why did you come out here? To prove some kind of point? That you are, in fact, better without me? That you made the right decision to stomp my heart into a million pieces for a fucking Wii?”

“Actually… I just miss you.”

You felt your chest twinge at his words, and took a shaky breath. “Don’t, Minhyuk.”

“Don’t be honest with my feelings?” He retorted, and your head was spinning as he approached you.

You were frozen as he reached a hand out to caress your cheek. Habitually, you leaned into his touch, cursing yourself for doing so. “Please, Minhyuk. I can’t. Not again.”

“It won’t be like last time, Y/N. I promise. I would never leave you again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Look, we’re at the same company now. Our groups are going to collaborate for a special stage. Isn’t that a sign or something?”

“Minhyuk, you know I’ve never believed in fate.”

“Maybe you should try now.” He continued to try to persuade you. “Do it. I dare you.”

“So you haven’t forgotten that I’ve never backed down from a dare.” You laughed, relaxing again as he took a step back from you.

“I haven’t forgotten a single thing about you, Y/N.”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to come down from the rollercoaster of emotions Minhyuk was putting you through. “Let me think about it, okay? In the meantime, let’s just cooperate, for our groups’ sakes.”

“I understand. I really hurt you.” He paused before speaking again. “Could I say one more thing?”

“Yes?”

Minhyuk adjusted his hair for a moment, taking some time to compile his thoughts. “I didn’t just leave you for a Wii. At the time, it was mostly for the Wii, and because of pressure from my father. But now that I’ve been through training, and since we’ve debuted, I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time. The happiest I’ve been since we broke up. I’m living my dream, and I only want you to live yours as well, whether it’s with or without me.”

There was a lump in your throat as you answered. Minhyuk wasn’t always the most talkative, but when he made speeches like that, they tugged at your heartstrings. “Thank you, Minhyuk.”

“So, where are you going?”

“One of my girls isn’t feeling well. I’m going to take her back to the dorm.”

“You’re a good leader.” He complimented you, nodding his head politely. “I’ll see you later then, Y/N-ah.”

“See you, Minhyuk-ah.” You nodded back, retreating down the hall.

[end]

[healsinheelsx]

HighSpecs - Pleasure for two. NSFW stuff included. Read at your own risk.. or pleasure.

Swift and fast came her strikes as she landed the lance's blade into the ground and pulled herself up into an aerial back-flip. Sticking her landing she used her strength to life the weapon from behind and swing it forward with such force that the leaves from nearby trees shook. Her silver hued pony-tail bounced with every step, with each twirl she sliced her lance and cut the open air. The soft noises of her grunts and groans echoed around her, the only noise to be heard this evening.

Sticking her blade out to the side, she stopped mid-step as she leaned forward on her foot. She could feel something in the distance; always have a keen sense for when prying eyes were on her. Setting the blunt end of her weapon to the ground below her, she turned on her heel and searched the forest with interest. That was when she saw the small circular light beaming between the trees. It was one of the Royal party members; she didn't expect to run into them all the way out here. Nevertheless, she studied the figure for a moment before moving forward and closing the distance. A light sheen of reflection hit her gaze; glasses So it was Ignis whom ventured away from the party to gawk at her. A smile crept along her piercing features as she spread her free arm out, "Lovely meeting you out here... and you have even come prepared. I guess I always envisioned them bigger in my head..." A jest at his weapon of choice, Aranea being a fan of long-range fighting rather than up-close which was required for those who used daggers.

Taken aback by her comment for a moment, Ignis looked at his daggers with a soft sigh of relief. “Yes, well, size isn’t everything, knowing how to use what you have usually leaves you on top of any situation.” He jokingly fired back. “Forgive me if I interrupted you Miss Aranea. Seems you were working up quite a bit of a storm here so I came to investigate. I must say, your form with your lance is unparalleled.” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but keep his eyes constantly gazing over every inch of her. “I’ve been attempting to take up a lance myself, but still find myself favoring the daggers. Speed and precision are my forte, and I always know the best spots to strike my targets.” "Size may not be everything, you are correct but I'm certain you make up for that with your skills, Specs but what can I say? I'm good with my hands..." She teased at him, a slight smirk placed on her plush tiers as she cantered towards Ignis; closing the distance quickly. "Besides I've seen what you can do with those tiny things, makes me wonder how you fair with something longer..." The Dragoon's words held a bit of an innuendo, a soft chuckle escaping as she spoke. Her piercing gaze gave him a once-over from his button-down shirt and slacks, to the leather shoes he wore upon his feet. Always dressed to impress... She murmured as she placed her lance's end into the ground and leaned on it. Ignis kept his cool. Always the most level-headed of the group, he was never one to show much emotion, lest it cloud his judgment. Her commented resounded within him, all he could do was let out a slight smirk. “You’re always so busy engaging the battle from afar.” He said as he slowly began pacing around her “Perhaps you could change things up a bit and look at things from up close?” As he faced her rear, he couldn’t help but pause to take in the sight of her. Her form fitting armor showing off her long legs, he couldn’t help but wonder just how slender they would be without all the protection. With her leaning forward, he noticed every amazing curve on her body that he normally wouldn’t be able to see in their fast-paced battles. “You’d be surprised what a fresh perspective can reveal…” his voice trailed off as he continued to study her flawless figure. Her eyes followed him to a certain distance as he started to pace around her, choosing to keep her stance rather than spin around to watch him. Though he couldn't see it, a knowing smile was placed on her face as she felt his lingering gaze that he held on her leather clad backside. "I try not to get up to close and personal... you never know when the monster is going to snare you in its claws... then what will you do as you are face to face with a hungry beast that wants to eat you alive? Keeping your distance allows the opponent to come into your territory... and when they are just close enough..." She turned her face to look at him from the corner of her eye, a glint of mischievous behavior twinkling in it. With a quick step and a twirl of her wrist, her lance was pointed at Ignis' throat; "You strike." The words left her lips in a whisper, a sultry grin on her perfectly shaped tiers before she lowered her weapon.

Even with a deadly weapon and a deadlier wielder holding it, Ignis didn't so much as even flinch. In one fell swoop, he shifted to the side of her lance and placed one of his daggers inbetween him and her weapon as a makeshift shield. He twirls around her backside and places one dagger to her neck but not so close as to show lethal intent and pressed the other blade to her back, so that she could feel the cold steel against her skin. "I simply keep a close eye on my opponent, every detail, every step, the balance of the weapon and how it's being handled, things that I can't ascertain from distance, and I use all this to my advantage to predict and strike at the right moment." He turned the blade so the sharp edge was at the back of her leather and began to slice it, revealing her bare skin "And I always know where to strike." He whispered softly, almost caressing her ear with his lips as he spoke.

She had not expected him to move so quickly, dodging even her impeccable ability to foresee her opponent’s actions. He had not only blocked her blade by a simple twirl of his daggers, but managed to come upon her back and gain the upper hand. With a blade to her neck and one to her back, all she could do was let out a light chuckle. He was good... That much was for sure. Ignis was leaning in close now though, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her ear just as the dagger on her back pressed down and ripped a long slit along the leather.

Aranea's lips parted, she was shocked; had it been anyone but Ignis she would have been furious but right now her mind was set on just how close he was to her frame. Those soft lips daringly pressed near her ear. Hesitantly she turned her face to the side so that she could see him. The proper Chef looked pleased by his actions as she searched his gaze before she dipped under his arm and touched the slit he had created in her clothes. "I hope you know that that's coming out of your paycheck, Specs... or should I return the favor and mess up your fancy royal clothes?" A slight smirk as she brought her hand forward and gave one of his buttons a light pull

"I'll have you know, I tailor his majesty's clothes, and I would be happy to fix that for you. I wouldn't dare to take any actions if I wasn't prepared to face the consequences." Ignis stood firmly even as her hand was tugging at his shirt. He placed his hand on top of hers and gently caressed with his thumb. "Quite fine material indeed but still an easy fix. When I set out with his majesty, I was prepared to lose more than a few threads." He turned to face her, still clasping her hand. "Can the same be said for you?" He asked, staring intently into her unwavering eyes. Shivers raced the course of her spine as he spoke in such a way that it could be taken as a double entendre. Her gaze moved to their hands which touched as she toyed with the button of his shirt and he made no move to remove his digits either, this posed a question to her thoughts. ...Was Ignis flirting with her, or was she reading him completely wrong? Pursing her lips, her throat suddenly dry as she tried to find the proper words, "I should say I was not expecting to have my clothes torn by you. ...If you're interested in what lies beneath, you don't have to ruin the clothes in the process." She jested back at him, holding her composure again as she gave his digits a soft pinch before pulling her hand away. "Run along Specs, the children may not fare well without you around to hold their hands." General contact never came easy to the Dragoon, she had a habit of using her words and body language to keep them close but not -too- close. She would tease and jest, but pull away when approached.

Ignis' eyes quickly darted to their hands as she pulled her hand away from his. "M-my apologies, Miss Aranea, perhaps my curiosity made me a bit overzealous. I shall take greater care in the future." Ignis had a tone of slight regret. Devoting his life in service to the throne had left Ignis with not much in the way of how to interact with a lady. Unsure if she was upset with him or continuing to jest with him, he wanted to tread on the side of safety and show the utmost respect to one of the most feared mercenaries in all of Eos. "You need not worry about my compatriots. I make sure they are well fed and they sleep soundly after every meal. Rest assured, the children won't be missing their guardian." Ignis quipped as he hoped to lighten the tension between them. "But perhaps you could use some attention yourself? I imagine your rigorous practice can be quite taxing on yourself?" Even though she tried to distance herself, Ignis still wanted to close the distance.

"Father Specs is always there to tuck them in.." A light sigh left her lips, wanting to dabble more about his over-bearing habits with the grown "adults" he traveled with but that was not her business. His forward assumption of her needs brought a smirk to her striking features, "Ah Ignis, I'm not a child... I can take care of myself. Trust in me..." The later part of her response came out in a soft whisper that carried on the breeze. Leaves picked up and twirled around them before landing some feet away. "What about you, Ignis? When do you find time just for yourself? Cleaning up after everyone has gone to sleep does not count.".

Aranea still stood close, maybe a foot away as she held her lance in one hand; her free one forming to the curve of her hip. Her eyes studied Ignis for a moment, noting the piercing gaze he held behind his glasses, the soft curve of his lips and perfectly crafted nose. He was handsome, witty, and intelligent... the kind of guy women fawn over but never know how to approach. A slight blush formed on her cheeks as she gave more thought into the Royal parties Guardian. Realizing it was happening, she muttered a curse to herself and spun on her heel. How did he manage to have this kind of effect on her? You're a bloody mercenary, Aranea. Get it together. Yet... here she was finding herself a bit awe-struck in his presence.

Ignis realized how silly his previous question was after the fearless Dragoon stated the obvious, but perhaps he overlooked such a simple thing out of intrigue of wanting to know more about the person that liked to keep her distance. "Of course, you are perfectly capable of looking out for yourself. There are very few people like you in the world." Ignis pondered on her question for a bit. Taking time off, relaxing, were very foreign concepts to him. "As long as I can remember, I've been advisor to the king. All services requested by the king, I've been happy to oblige." Ignis answered honestly and really didn't mind that his whole life has been in service of the throne, it's all he's ever known. As she faced away and muttered to herself, Ignis was unsure of what to do. Even though she could be outwardly cold and distant, even though she had been affiliated with the Empire, Ignis felt a calmness in just being in her presence. Even though they had fought before, it's as if that memory didn't exist. Ignis leaned in and attempted to make contact with her again, this time placing a gentle hand to the very small bare skin that was exposed near her shoulder. "Is... everything alright, Miss Aranea?"

The touch to her shoulder made her flinch slightly, her instincts telling her to remove it but she relaxed and let it stay. Turning her head slightly to catch his concerned gaze, "Do you always treat your enemies so nicely?" There was a small smile on her face as she teased him gently. Her hand moved up and laid over his, the touch he gave was comforting and Aranea found herself drawn to it; wanting to revel in the feeling of closeness.

Contemplating on how she should handle this situation. She felt conflicted; wanting to pull him close but also push him away. Feelings of amore were not her forte but she was also not one to shy away from speaking her mind. Taking his hand fully in hers, she spun around on her heel to face him once more. Cut the chase and get right to it. "We might never me again, this could be our last time. Kiss me like the world will end... press your lips right up my spine..." Her words came in a coo as she dropped her lance to the ground and placed the same hand on the back of his neck to pull him in close without another thought. Their lips met as she leaned up to him, savoring how soft his mouth was upon her.

Aranea stole the moment before Ignis could utter even a single syllable. This, all of this, was so new to Ignis. He never would have imagined himself in this moment, yet it felt right. Unsure of what to do with his hands at first, Ignis put his left hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb against her soft skin. This moment felt like bliss and he wanted to make she felt that way as well. With his right hand, he caressed her backside, even slipping his fingers into the slit he carved earlier, brushing the back of his fingers down her spine like a brush gently painting down a canvas. He turned his face towards the untouched side of her face and began to brush his lips down to her jawline and slowly began kissing his way down her neck, savoring every bit of her that he could taste.

There it was, the beast had her opponent within her grasp. Her "claws" gently raking at the bare flesh on the back of his neck. Though this was in a sense wrong, Aranea was not one to care for morals; acting as she found fit to please her own personal gains. A soft nip to his lip was given before he moved downwards along her jawline with interest. This elicited a gentle noise of approval from the Dragoon while her free hand began to make quick work of the buttons along his pressed garment till they reached his navel; yanking the shirt from its tucked confines of his pants.

Aranea took a moment to admire his slim build, just the right amount of muscles for a man who was in shape. He had the body of an early twenties male but his mind was far beyond his physical age. With his shirt now open, she wasted no time in exploring his exposed flesh with her digits.

Ignis let out gentle groans as he felt the Dragoon's fingertips wander about his body. Though hardened and sharp, her touch was soft and sent waves coursing throughout his body. Though no words were exchanged, he felt much gratitude that his body was appreciated. "Please allow me to do the same." He spoke softly as his hands began to pry away at the armor that encased the beautiful woman. With each piece he removed, he felt as if he was liberating her from the cold exterior she maintained. How many men have had the chance to see her like this, so intimate, so vulnerable? He thought to himself. Not likely very many, at least that are still breathing. As he finished removing the last pieces, Ignis couldn't help but stop and take in the sight of the exposed Dragoon, so fair, so slender. He touched his thumb to her lower lip and brushed down to her chin. "I've never seen anyone quite like you. Simply... stunning." He spoke timidly, as if wanting approval or assurance that he was worthy to be in her company like this.

Aranea's hand followed his, helping to undo the latches as she tossed the pieces of armor nearby in the grass. Gauntlets, shoulder pads, it all fell from her frame as Ignis did so with haste. It was almost like he had done this before, the very thought of Ignis being intimate with someone made her furrow her brows. Only she could truly appreciate the Chef for all he was worth, but she really needed to break him of this etiquette he held. “...Ignis, I am but a mercenary, not some Princess needing you to be my Prince Charming." Her lips parted, a soft noise of pleasure coming forth as he pressed his thumb to the lower tier briefly.

The words he spoke were so full of genuine awe that it had the fierce Dragoon blushing slightly. “...Well I don't normally go for the clean-cut Royal type, but I think I can make an exception just this once." She dodged his words with a quip of her own, but her gaze held his and before she knew it; a flustered smile crossed her face. What was he doing to her? Turning her into some goofy love-sick Princess? Ugh. She almost hated how warm she felt with having him so close, but she also reveled in the same feeling. Gently she pulled his thumb up to her lips once more and nipped the tip with a grin. "Going to treat me like a real lady or just stand there gawking?"

There was something animalistic about her, not just in her claws, or her wild movements, something deep within her. Ignis wasn't sure how to handle her untamed spirit, but he was determined to give it his all. "My apologies, Miss Aranea. In my defense, I have only ever known maids to his highness and Lady Lunafreya. I have never met someone as eccentric as yourself. That said, I shall do my best to cater to you to the best of my ability." This time, he pressed his lips to hers once more but took her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling her soft flush and suckling it. As their lips stayed interlocked, he put one hand to the back of her head and grasped at her smooth and soft hair. With his free hand, he grasped at her neck and slightly dug his nails into her skin, slowly clawing them down her neck to her collarbone. As he was doing this, he slowly guided her backwards until she was pinned against a tree. He brought his hips towards her, keeping her locked between himself and the rough bark behind her. A former associate of the Empire with the advisor to the soon-to-be king, in a moment like this. What are the chances? He knew he had to make the most of this, she was right, they may never get something like this again.

Mm... She muttered into the kiss as he nipped her lower tier with interest, their kissing passionate and care-free this night. Ignis seemed to be getting the hint that he did not need to be held with child-gloves and Aranea's body was thrilled as shivers raced through her body the moment his nails trailed down her collarbone. She couldn't help but return the favor as her nails slipped under the fabric covering his back. With pressure, she drug her nails down from his shoulder-blade to the muscular flesh of his lower back, enough force to leave a red trail with her burgundy painted digits. Aranea broke the kiss for a moment as she reached up to touch his frames, lifting them up and off the bridge of his nose. "I am certain you can find your way with just your hands just fine..." With gentle measure, she tossed his glasses onto the grass near her armor. Next, she went to work on that pesky shirt; sliding it off his frame and to the pile of their things.

Now met with his unshielded piercing gaze, her lips parted as she stared into the beauty that which he inhabited. She was at a loss for words to finally see him so up close as he pinned her against the tree with his hips. As she stared on, without thinking she bit her bottom lip before scooping the back of his head into her palm and pulling him in for another kiss. He tasted so clean, so sweet and she could not help but want more. His pristine aroma filled her senses while her free hand moved to his waist and began to undo his belt with gentle measures. What a sight this must have been... the Dragoon and the Royal Advisor hidden deep within the forest, half dressed and hungry for the other's touch...

Ignis finally looked upon the gorgeous figure with unfiltered eyes and noticed just how truly beautiful her eyes were. He released soft groans as her nails left their mark on him. Never had he experienced such sensations, he could feel his face flush with embarrassment knowing that her eyes were on him while he was experiencing this, but he was determined to keep a strong demeanor, to be the man she deserved to be sharing all of this with. Ignis pulled his lips away from hers to speak. "My hands", he went in for another kiss and spoke again, "won't rest", he went in for another kiss, "until they've memorized your body", and another. As she finished undoing his pants, he instinctively ground his pelvis against hers, revealing to her just how aroused he had become. Each of his hands cupped her breasts from outside her bra. He caressed them, squeezed her soft flesh between his fingers, and rubbed them in circular motions, pushing them together every so often. He kissed his way done her jawline, towards her neck, and began to kiss her collarbone, nibbling on it as well. "I wish to taste more of you." He whispered before continuing to indulge himself.

Their hips touched with undeniable lust, this apparent from the Royal as he pressed his arousal against his navel causing her to bite her lip and let out the faintest of moans. Between the kisses, he had placed down her form, his words speaking of more to come; she was waiting with bated breath to feel his form entwined with hers. The delicate digits of his hands caressed her bosom, but she wanted the skin to skin contact; craving it as she took it upon herself to undo the snap between the pair and release her perky mounds of flesh to the open air. Her pert pink buds had a small black bar bell pierced through the center of each one, the breeze causing them to immediately harden even without his touch. "A real woman is all about convenience..." The words left her lips with a chuckle as she squirmed her hips against his. Using her boot, she pushed his pants down his thighs to his ankles; her curious hands moving to stroke his manhood through his boxers with a teasing touch. He felt so warm under her digits, so hard too. She always knew he was packing more than he let on and Aranea was not disappointed. When his lips and teeth met her collarbone, she moaned out his name with a breathless whisper. "Ignis..." He sure knew how to make a lady wait, that's for sure but she would let him continue his exploration of her frame before taking matters into her own hands, after all... this was a conquest of her own and she wanted to make sure he enjoyed what she could offer him.

Ignis' fingers naturally gravitated towards her soft buds, pinching each between his middle fingers and thumbs. He began rolling them between his fingers, and almost playfully batting at the black bars with his index fingers, while continuing to kneed her soft flesh with his palms. He froze at the sensation of having his member stimulated, he couldn't help but look down with his mouth agape as he watched the Dragoon manipulate his covered flesh to her whimsy. "You really are quite dexterous." He tried to quip as she continued to tease him. He could feel himself surging with sensation with every move she made. Being previously untouched, his sensitivity was magnified. He felt it unfair that he was receiving so much pleasure, he felt the growing urge to reciprocate. He quickly moved his hands from her breasts, brushing them down her waist until he reached her hips. He forcefully pulled at the last remaining piece of outerwear left, unveiling her small, supple hips, along with her slender thighs. Even with no prior experience of what to do, Ignis knew he had to place his lips to the space between her thighs and kiss her just as passionately as they had been. He placed his lips on her freshly revealed black panties and began slowly grinding his teeth shut against her crotch.

What a sight... The prime and proper Ignis kneeling in front of the dragoon with his mouth pressed against her panties willingly. A gentle groan left her lips as he ground his mouth against her womanhood. While it was an unusual way to pleasure a woman, he was still causing her to squirm under his touch as she wanted to really feel him inside her. Whether it be his manhood, digits, or tongue she was dying to give the Royal advisor a try. After all, his charm and good looks had instantly won her over from the time they first met in battle.

Hooking her fingers into her panties, she tugged them down slowly to reveal her bare nethers to the cool air around them. Her lips parted as the breeze kissed her sensitive flesh; gaze meeting his unhindered with lust in her eyes. Deciding to help guide him, she bent down to his level and kissed his mouth hard as she pushed him down to the ground; their tongues dancing together wildly as she sat down on his stomach. Slowly her lips trailed to his ear, taking a moment to bite the lobe, “...I'm going to prop myself up over your face while I pay careful attention to you..." A grin crossed her lips now as she gave him one final kiss to his mouth before she kicked her remaining clothes off and tossed them to the pile near them.

With the plush grass beneath them giving them a bedding of sorts, she stood up in her tall stature giving the innocent looking Ignis a once over before she turned to reveal her back to him. Slowly she climbed down on his chest, looking back at him from over her shoulder. She reassured him of her actions as her hands moved his boxers down past his arousal; giving her the full view. "Ignis..." Aranea purred as her hand moved to stroke his length within her palm, a comforting touch to someone inexperienced in this. "I'm going to move my womanhood over you now." She stated as if giving orders to her troops and she was up on her knees and gliding her plush backside backwards. Placing each knee firmly next to his face, she lowered herself very slowly over his delicate features. Holding herself above him now, letting him take the initiative to explore while she bent forward over his groin. One hand placed to the grass near his hip, she guided his head into her mouth now with a coo. A steady, fluid rhythm was built as she bobbed along the shaft. Her other hand pressed to his hip as she held herself there, twirling her tongue around the sensitive head and using pressure as she glided down to the base.

Things developed quickly and the usually calm and level-headed strategist found himself in a haze. Ignis tried to focus his attention on the slightly glistening nether mere inches away from his face but so many sensations were bombarding him from below. The soft touch of her warm fingers wrapped around his shaft, the warm and wet feel of her lips enveloping his tip and suddenly being subjected to the cool breeze, it made his stiffness pulse like he never imagined. Ignis felt the desire to buck his hips up at her face, to keep his member constantly in the warmth of her mouth but resisted, intent on letting her carry out as she pleased. It was as if they were competitors once more, this time with the goal of giving the other more pleasure. With this in mind, Ignis placed each hand to her rear cheeks and spread them. Curious as to how her essence tasted, Ignis gave several small laps at her small blossom and sucked at the droplets of nectar that had begun to form. I've never tasted anything quite this exquisite. Eager for her to produce more for him to enjoy and pressed his lips fully to hers and began devouring away at her fleshy pink. As his mouth worked on her nether, his hands massaged her rear flesh mounds. He dug his nails into her, slowly clawing at her, occasionally daring so far as to give her light strikes with his palms to leave his mark on her.

His sudden interest in her womanhood had Aranea crying out as she came up from a breather from his length. With nails clawing at her skin and even a few spanks she was pleased he was starting to really get into this. He would be rewarded for his efforts and charming abilities as she groaned out his name while he tongue dwelled into her core, "Mm... Ignis.." She cooed with a bated breath, finding it hard to concentrate on the pleasure she was trying to give him on the sensitive, rigged flesh between his thighs. Parting her lips, she took him once more and began to double in her efforts with a quick and furious pace. Tongue slide the length of his shaft, lips sucking at the tip as she teased him mercilessly. The hand on hip moved to cup his hanging fruit and cupped them within her palm, rotating the heavy orbs with a gentle touch. For someone who seemed to be so inexperienced he was getting really good at this. Between the spanks to her flesh and the attention he paid to her hardened button she was already getting ready to come undone on his face alone. That thought had her wondering how he would fair if he were to bury himself into her core and take her against that tree. The dragoon only wished she could watch the Royal right now, his beautiful face weaving between her thighs as he willingly teased her, what a sight it must be to see him finally letting loose. With patience, she knew she would be looking at his striking features once more. Another few moans vibrated on his length now; coming back up for air she continued to stroke him with an eager palm.

Ignis pulled his face away from her briefly to let out a sharp groan as the new sensation of having his balls fondled surprised him. As if having my tip stimulated wasn't enough and now this? If they were actually competing, Ignis found himself losing the upper hand. Ignis pressed his face to her flesh once more and began using his tongue to gently penetrate into her depths. He could hear the soft gasp escape her muffled lips and aimed to get more melodious sounds from the fierce lady. His tongue slowly extended further into her cavern and he began slowly flickering it inside her while continuing to suck away at the warm juices that trickled out of her. He tried to reach his tongue to the walls of her inner flesh and began working his tongue in circles, exploring as much inside of her as he could. With one hand, he lifted her slightly, enough that he could slide his hand between their intertwined bodies and felt around near her nether, attempting to massage her from the exterior as his tongue massaged her interior. When his fingers came across something small yet hardened much like the buds on her breasts, he began to trace circles around it with his fingertip.

The moment he discovered her most sensitive place; her clit Aranea was a mess of pleasure filled noises with both his mouth and his hands exploring her nethers. She could barely concentrate on what her mouth was doing on his manhood as she came up for a breath, his name coming forth in a bated breath again; "Oh fuck, Ignis.." Her dirty mercenary mouth showing again as her thighs quivered to his touch. Her orgasm was coming quickly, building as he gave her body such detailed attention. Digits curled into the grass beneath her hand as she let out one last curse under her breath and her peak took her. Aranea came undone under the intricate stylings of his mouth as waves of pleasure poured over her. "Ignis!" She cried out as her walls pulsed around his tongue, coating it with her womanly juices. A gift for all his hard work. All the while her trembling hand still stroked his shaft, keeping him going while she tried to regain some of her composure. How did she become so lucky to have such a beautiful creature give her the time of day? Ignis was such an exquisite form of a male in every way. She just had to have him..

Ignis' lips curved into a grin as the woman cursed at him. He felt a sense of accomplishment as he received feedback that his handiwork was being well received. As he felt her tremble on top of him, he paused to watch the incredible sight of a woman climaxing for the first time. He gently placed his hands to her waist, trying to help her recover from the pulsating waves coursing through her body. He had no idea what was happening inside her very body, what she was experiencing, he just knew that it was simply incredible if it brought such a strong woman to her knees and cooing helplessly. He slowly sat himself up, shifting her so that she was squatting upright on top of him. "Are you alright, Miss Aranea?" He gently stroked his fingers through her soft, while exposing her neck so that he could press his lips to her nape, repeatedly planting kisses over the same spot.

"Oh yes, Ignis.. I am alright..." A soft laugh left her lips for the first time in a long while she felt like she could be herself in front of someone else. Ignis gave her an overwhelming sense of happiness and comfort with how considerate he was of her. He truly was perfect in every way. An almost sad thought crossed her mind as she realized this may be their only time together. Certainly, she couldn't be soft with Ignis when he was with the royals and who knows if they would have the chance to meet again like this. She was a mercenary and he the future King's advisor but right now she reveled in how warm his touches made her feel as she kneeled in front of him. Slowly though she turned to face him, taking his face within her palms, "Iggy..." A name she had never called him before until now, "I cannot take away this special moment from you. You are too perfect, too kind, save yourself for the woman who manages to win your heart... for she will be the luckiest woman alive." Peppering his lips with a few soft kisses, "But I can still finish what I started, I won't leave you high and dry." Slowly her hand reached between his legs, starting up her stroking again as she kissed him with passion. Her nimble digits teased over his head before applying pressure as she went down; continuing her fluid rhythm.

Everything about this person that was right before him was intoxicating, from her looks, to her laugh, the way she carried himself. Ignis gave a slight frown at her words, but he wasn't about to force himself on her, it just simply wasn't in his nature. His level-headedness told him that it just simply wasn't practical to fall for someone in a short amount of time, to really get to know someone, that took time, yet from just interacting with Aranea, merely being in her presence, he felt something for her, beyond his primal desire. "You are... too kind, Miss Aranea." he murmured while continuing to stroke his fingers between her smooth strands. "I am undeserving of your praise." As she continued where she left off, Ignis watched as she worked. He slightly gave in to his desires and held the side of her head, somewhat guiding her lips up and down along his shaft. "You are truly an amazing woman." He managed to blurt out while trying to maintain himself.

Coming up to look at him briefly as her hand gave his shoulder a soft squeeze, "I only give praise where it is deserved, Ignis. Trust in me..." Her words were a whisper up to him as she pressed her lips upon his manhood once more, weaving herself in a fast but gentle rhythm. Using her one free hand to gently stroke the base as she sucked on just the head, teasing with licks and strong suckles. Her main goal was to make sure Ignis enjoyed himself, if anyone he was deserving to be treated so and she could not think of a better way than to give him a bit of a stress reliever. As she moved further down his length, her hand moved to massage underneath once more. Every touch, every lick, she was helping him build that impending orgasm with earnest effort. Never in her days had she cared enough about a man to stick around long enough to see him satisfied but the handsome chef was a different case all together. While she was not in-love with this man she held feelings for him; the connection was undeniable.

The sight of Aranea servicing him with her lips and hand was incredible. Earlier, he was completely focused on arousing her and didn’t even bother to imagine what was happening to his manhood, now he didn’t even have to imagine. Watching her head bob up and down and seeing her tongue occasionally twirl around his top made Ignis all the more aroused. What was most satisfying of all was knowing that she genuinely wanted to pleasure him, nothing else mattered, just the two of them, giving each other the utmost satisfaction. He slowly felt something building up inside him and the urge felt greater and greater. Even though he was experiencing this for the first time, he knew what was about to happen. “M-Miss Aranea, I can’t hold back any longer.” He grunted while his hips bucked towards her face. He felt sweet release as his member pulsated, surrounded by the hot wetness of her mouth. What felt like an eternity of pleasurable waves crashing over him soon came to an end and he found himself almost immobile. “That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced, you truly know how to handle anything.” He smiled down at the beauty, an incredible feeling of attachment towards her filling him up inside.

Like a true lady, she turned away as she pulled from his manhood, placing her hand over her mouth for a moment; finishing with a wipe to the back of her hand. Slowly she turned back towards him with a soft gaze of appreciation for his beautiful nude form. A slight blush on her pale cheeks before she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his jawline, "Thank you, Ignis.. for allowing me to service you in such a way. I do hope we'll meet again sometime. After all, you owe me for ripping my clothes a bit." A slight wink was given before she brushed her digits along his cheek and stood.

The beautiful dragoon picked up his frames and placed them on the bridge of his nose before returning to her clothes and redressing with relative ease. After all, this was a daily routine and she had it down to a T. Leathers first, then came the armor as she covered up her lithe frame from prying eyes. Finally, she picked up her helmet and her lance, giving Ignis one last look as he too redressed himself with a rather flushed expression. "See you later, Specs..." And with that she took off in a run, dipping past branches as she disappeared into the dark. Though her night had ended with an unexpected turn of events, she would cherish the feeling he shared with her; her first real lover of sorts that she hadn't experienced in ages. [Thanks for reading, I apologize for any errors in text or spelling... I didn’t do a proofread before uploading. It’s 2 am over here. Enjoyyyy.]