#airship port

[blogfanreborn777]

City of Ankon by Jan Ditlev

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Airship Port [84×111] by Czepeku Scenes

[peliginspeaks]

I can't believe they named the premier port on the roof after Dola Hallowrove.

I haven't had the chance to get into the update yet and probably won't for a while, but I did notice that. Firmament is really made for them, isn't it. This Just Keeps Happening

[hollow-port]

One of my main inspirations for Hollow Port as a city was indeed Rapture from Bioshock.

I’ve always craved a game or environment kinda like rapture, where we get to explore this vintage city of decopunk and fantasy elements. Just like... if Rapture at its peak was like a setting in Dungeons and Dragons. A mixture of these fantasy and sci-fi elements to create a gaslight fantasy paradise for the player to explore.

Then I thought to myself, “Vic, you're a content creator. Make it yourself.” Sooo that’s what I did!

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

[silicon-katydid]

Goncharov is great and all, but the one I really want to see is the Ghibli-esque-but-slightly-grittier animated movie I watched one time in a dream, which featured an airship that kind of functioned like a bagpipe so it would automatically bwoo when ready for takeoff.

[thecollectibles]

Airship port by du peng

[juanarc-thethird]

Hi I have a question are you still doing I have a license for that?

Yes I do ------------

I have a license for that! Part 3

Jaune is in the library using one of the computers checking flights to return home.

Jaune: Dammit, why is everything so expensive?

Winter: Is everything all right?

Jaune: Hm?

He looks back and looks at Winter standing near him.

Jaune: Oh, hello Winter. Everything is fine, thanks.

Winter: From the tone you had for a moment it didn't sound like everything was fine.

Jaune: It's nothing important. I just can't find flights to go home for a family thing, but I haven't given up. But thanks for asking.

Winter: If you want I can take you there. I have my own airship.

Jaune: Really?!

He says excitedly, but immediately takes it back.

Jaune: Oh no, no, no, I can't ask you that. It's too much. Thanks but I can't accept your help.

Winter then turns to the screen Jaune is using and sees where he is going.

Winter: You know, I was already heading to my family's villa and where you're trying to go is close by. If you don't mind making that short stop, I can drop you off there later. Also, so that you don't feel like it's too much, it would help me a lot to have some extra hands.

Jaune: For real?

Winter: Mm-hm, It's just a routine stop and then I'll leave you wherever you want.

Jaune: *Happy* Ok, cool! Thank you!

Winter: No problem. I leave early tomorrow at 7am.

Jaune: Great! I'll be there at 6:30am.

Winter: Understood. See you there. *Walks away*

Jaune: See you there! And thank you again!

The next day...

Jaune meets Winter at the airship port with his suitcase.

Jaune: Good morning Winter, I'm ready to go.

Winter: Good morning Jaune. You can put your suitcase in the back of the ship.

Jaune: Thank you.

He started to walk towards the back of the aircraft but then he stopped.

Jaune: You know, I never told you what kind of help you need in your family's villa.

Winter: Really? I thought I did.

Jaune: No, you didn't. What kind of help do you need?

Winter: I'm just going to clean the house a little. Nothing big.

Jaune: Ok, wait, let me see if I understand. Your family is the richest in all the four kingdoms, but they do not have a cleaning staff in their villa. Forgive me but it sounds a bit suspicious.

Winter: You're overthinking it. The reason we don't have Staff is because-

Jaune: *Interrupts her* Are you a member of my mom's club?

Winter: *Surprise* What?! What club? I don't know what you're talking about?

Jaune: That reaction makes me think the opposite. You know what, I'm just going to play it safe. Thank you very much for your help, but I will find another way to get there.

Jaune starts to leave but Winter stops him by grabbing his suitcase.

Winter: *Panic* Wait!

Jaune: Hey! Let go!

Winter: I swear I'm not part of your mom's club!

Jaune: Fine, you are not! Can you let me go now?!

Winter: Can I still take you home?!

Jaune: No!

Winter: Then I can't let you go!

Jaune: Winter!... *pulls* Let!... *Pulls* Me!... *PULLS* Go!... *PULLS!* now!... *PULLS!!!!!*

And with the last pull, they both lost their balance and fell to the ground. As a card fell, it came out of Winter's jacket and slid over to where Jaune was lying. They both get up and Jaune notices the card.

Jaune: What is this?

Winter: *Gasp!* Don't look!!

He takes the card and…

Jaune: What the fuck?!

Winter immediately lunges towards Jaune taking the card from his hands. She pushes him to the ground and using her Semblance, she leaves him stuck there.

Jaune: I knew it! I knew you were part of that weird club!

Winter: *She gets into her airship* I'm sorry, my love, but I didn't expect you to find out so quickly.

Jaune: Can you at least explain to me why my mom created this club?!

Winter: I'm sorry, but it's not my place to say. Look for the Witch, she may give you the answers you are looking for.

Jaune: The Witch?!

Winter: Goodbye.

Jaune: Hey! Wait!!

She starts the engines of her airship and flies away. After some distance, Jaune is freed.

Jaune: *Upset* Fuck, back to square one.

[cioud-berries]

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I struggled so hard with this one because the next one is the one i want to really write. Anyways next week is finals week so hopefully I will be writing more once its winter break!! 

Summery:

Posts season 2: Spoiler warning!!

Being forced into an arranged marriage, [Name] tried her hardest with her unreceptive husband Salo. After his death, she was forced to replace his council position, trying to figure out who she was as a person. Sevika never expected to get anywhere close to the council, let alone join them. As the stigma around people from Zaun still stood, she struggled to gain the respect from her new fellow councillors. With so many differences how could the two really help one another?

Chapter Warnings:

Season 2 Spoilers, alcohol involvement.

Word count: 2,560

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        Handing her passport to the enforcer, Sevika watched [Name] and Sasha make their way onto the airship. The guard gave her a nasty look as he handed her passport back. Sevika brushed by with a roll of her eyes.

        Once she was on the ship, she walked up to [Name] and Sasha. Sasha was jumping up and down, extremely excited that Sevika was going to be joining them. “I can’t wait for you to meet Agalea!” Sasha happily told Sevika.

        Sevika gave [Name] a questioning look, as Sasha had not explained who Agalea was. “My niece.” [Name] clarified.

        Sevika nodded in response, leaning against the airship as it began to take off. “What should I know about your family?”

        “My eldest brother Maxwell is the heir to the throne. I think you’d like him. But he can be a real pain sometimes.” [Name] explained with a small smile. “My father will like anyone, so never worry about him. My mother…” She paused, trying to find an explanation for her and what Sevika should expect. “My mother is very protective over her family. So just watch your eyes.”

        “What’s that supposed to mean?” Sevika cocked her eyebrow with a slight smirk.

        “Don’t even pretend like you don’t know how you look at me.” [Name] jokingly glared at her. “I think she might actually banish you if she catches you.”

        “Fine. I’ll only admire you in private.” Sevika jokingly scoffed. 

        The mood slightly changed as [Name] deeply exhaled. “But the biggest unspoken rule of my family is: Never mention my dead siblings.” 

        Sevika nodded, her head. A look of sadness just barely broke through. Wanting to change subjects, Sevika asked, “What’s your eldest brother like?”

        “Oh Gods.” [Name] huffed, rolling her eyes. “He’s a brother.”

        “I wouldn’t know.” Sevika replied, now really wanting to know about this mysterious brother of hers. “I had no siblings.”

        “He’s both one of the most amazing and worst men I’ve ever met.” [Name] explained. “We’re very close after everything we went through. He’s really fun. But at other times I just want to-” [Name] looked down at her daughter that was looking out into the ocean. She could only whisper her next words, “Kill him.”

        “Sounds about how most sibling relationships are.” Sevika responded.

        “I genuinely don’t understand how he not only found a wife.” [Name] sighed in frustration. “Sometimes he literally wakes me up in the middle of the night to ask if I would want to go drinking with him.”

        “He sounds like my kind of fun.”

        “We’ll most likely go to the bar tonight. You’re welcome to join.” [Name] invited. 

        Sevika scoffed with a small smirk. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” [Name] only smiled in response.

        The airship continued on and after many hours they arrived at the port. Sasha was jumping up and down at the terminal. She could already see her cousin Agalea waiting for her. [Name] had to hold Sasha’s hand, making sure she doesn’t trip and possibly fall off the side of the boarding dock. 

        “Welcome to Sembyr.” [Name] told Sevika, before turning her attention to the people waiting to welcome them.

        The second they reached solid ground, [Name] let go of Sasha, letting her run to her cousin, hugging her. Next to Agalea was an [Name]’s father. He had a large smile on his face, but he waited beside the two children.

        [Name] sped up her pace, hugging her father once he came at arm length. “It’s been too long.” He mumbled.

        Chuckling, [Name] pulled away. “It’s only been a few months.”

        “I know.” He smiled at his daughter. “But you know I worry about you. Especially after Salo’s death.”

        [Name] grimaces at the mention of him. “I’m doing much better without him.”

        “I know. I just meant that you’re now raising Sasha all alone. And now you’re a councilor on top of that.” He expressed his worries.

        “Dad, really, I’m fine.” She tried to extinguish his worries, knowing he never would be able to. Wanting to get over the topic of her dead husband, she turned to other things. Stepping aside, she allowed Sevika to join the conversation. “This is Sevika, she is one of my fellow councilors.” 

        “Ah right.” He said to himself, forgetting that [Name] was bringing. “It’s nice to finally meet you! [Name] has told us quite a bit about you.”

        “She has?” Sevika asked with a cocky grin. 

        [Name] was more than embarrassed, but she could only hide it with a confident smile. Her father continued, making it even worse. “Oh yes! I am very thankful for your help with all that council stuff. She’s also told us about-”

        [Name] was quick to cut her father off. “Where’s mom and Max? I was expecting them to be meeting us.”

        “Oh right.” He exclaimed, forgetting to explain that. “They’re in a meeting. So I just thought that I would bring Agalea with me.”

        “Maybe we should start heading over?” [Name] asked, just wanting to get home.

        [Name] and her father talked as they walked their way to the castle in the distance. Sevika stayed quiet, only talking when talked to. She could immediately tell that this was a new [Name]. The real [Name]. One that didn’t have to pretend to be anything other than herself. 

        While the adults were talking, Sasha and Agalea were telling each other what fun things had happened in the past few months. It then turned into who had been having the most fun and had the better story.

        “Well I made a cool new friend.” Sasha crossed her arms. “And she’s been teaching me self defence.”

        Agaela looked shocked. “My dad won't even allow me to touch a sword.”

        “That’s her.” Sasha whispered, pointing at Sevika. “Under her cloak is a mechanical arm.”

        “She looks so cool.” Agalea looked admiringly at Sevika. “I wanna see her metal arm!”

        “She only shows it to me.” Sasha huffed, wanting to be special.

        “No fair!” Agalea whined.

        Sevika had overheard the whole conversation. Looking over her shoulder to look at the two girls. They immediately noticed that they were caught. Agalea got bashful, looking away from Sevika; While Sasha only gave her a bright smile. 

        Sevika chuckled, putting her attention back on [Name]’s conversation. Agalea and Sasha immediately went back to discussing Sevika, trying to be quieter, but they weren’t at all.

        They arrived at the castle gates. Sevika was stunned at just how big the building was. It was bigger than the council building, and that was an office building, but this is a home. She knew [Name] was rich, but this kind of wealth was incomprehensible.

        The doors to the castle opened, revealing an older woman and a man that couldn’t be much older than [Name]. [Name] left her fathers side, running up and hugging the woman first, and then went to the man. Sevika could only assume that it was [Name]’s mother and brother.

        She walked up to the group that was exchanging warm words. The man, who was known as Maxwell. He gave Sevika a wide smile, walking up and reaching his left hand out to shake hers. 

        “You must be Sevika.” He greeted, waiting for her to shake his hand. 

        She only glared down at his hand. To shake it, she would have to reveal the weapon that hung off her shoulder, and she could possibly chop his hand off. “I am.” Is the only way that she responded. 

        [Name] walked up to them, leaving her mom to bombard Sasha with kisses to her face. “She doesn’t have a left hand idiot.” She told her brother while rolling her eyes. 

        Maxwell made a shocked face as he switched what hand he used to shake. Sevika then grasped his hand, shaking it briefly. “[Name] has told me that you’re new to the council. How are you liking it?” 

        “It’s been frustrating working with such idiots.” Sevika didn’t like how chummy he was being, after just meeting, thinking that he had other motivations. Sevika clarified what she meant. “All except [Name].”

        [Name] gave a small smile at the exclusion. “The situation in Piltover reminded me of what we had gone through.” [Name] explained to Maxwell. “Since you too quickly rose to power, I thought you could bond over it.”

        Sevika huffed, rolling her eyes. She didn’t see how they could have anything in common with her.

        “These are all discussions that should be held over a mug of beer.” Maxwell whined, preferring to be drunk. He had a slight issue, whether he knew it or not. 

        “That’s what tonight is for.” [Name] smiled, knowing that they would like one another once they shared a beer together.

        The mention of them getting drunk together piqued Sevika’s interest. [Name] told her that she had to be on her best behavior around her family, but she knew that with a little alcohol in her system, her eyes would most definitely wonder.

        Maxwell was called away by a guard, as next in line he was always busy. It left [Name] and Sevika alone, as [Name] showed Sevika to her room. “I know you just met all of them, but how do you like them?” [Name] asked, her family meant a lot to her and Sevika was becoming an important person in her life, so she wanted to make sure that they were getting along.

        “I haven’t talked to them enough.” Sevika flatly responded. “I didn’t get to talk to your mom.”

        “Yeah.” [Name] huffed. “She does that the second she gets her hands on Sasha.”

        “Her liking of me seemed to double.” Sevika told, talking about Agalea’s newfound admiration.

        “They’re very close.” [Name] explained. “They tend to start liking the same things.”

        “I can tell.” Sevika let the smallest smirk get through.

        “Don’t worry though, Sasha spends most of her time here with my sister in law or mother.” [Name] told. She stopped in front of a door. The one that would be Sevika's room. She chewed at the corner of her lip. “So that means that we can finally have some alone time.”

        [Name] batted her eyelashes at Sevika, giving a cunning smirk. Sevika took it as a sign to go in for a kiss, leaning into her. But she was met with nothing as [Name] backed up. “But you need to settle in first.” 

        Sevika’s face contorted in frustration. [Name] was edging her, making her wait for it. She couldn’t understand why [Name] wouldn’t allow her to just drag her into the room and show her how she really feels.

        [Name] was slowly backing up more. “My  room is right next door.” She informed, but ‘right next door’ was almost halfway down the hallway. “So just knock if you need anything.”

        Sevika watched ask [Name] turned away, there was a bit of sway in her hips as she made her way to her room. Sevika opened the door to the room she would be staying in. She was met with a room that was bigger than her whole apartment.

        She spent hours, lounging around the room, trying to find something to do other than nothing. As the sun began to descend, there was a knock on the door. When she opened the door, [Name] stood there in completely different clothes, ones that closer matched the style of Sembyr. Sevika didn’t mind at all as it revealed more of her body than any of her old clothes ever could.

        “We’re about to leave for the bar.” [Name] told Sevika. “If you still want to join, of course.”

        “This is all I’ve been waiting for.” Sevika added, walking past [Name] into the hall.

        They quietly made their way down to the foyer, where Max stood with another man. They were conversing but when they saw [Name] and Sevika out of the corner of their eye, they stopped, turning their attention to them. 

        “This is my friend Orionn.” [Name] introduced. “He is also currently one of the king's guards.” 

        Orionn awkwardly waved as Sekiva nodded to acknowledge him. They walked out of the castle, heading towards the gate. Orionn and Maxwell walked in the front, going back to their conversation. [Name] and Sevika walked behind them by a few steps, not talking. 

        “How are you liking Sembyr?” [Name] asked.

        “I haven’t seen much.” Sevika said, as she was in the room for the past few hours.

        [Name] nodded her head. “Well you’ll see the heart of Sembyr soon!”

        “A bar is the heart of Sembyr?” Sevika asked with a cocked eyebrow.

        “Yep!” [Name] smiled. “It didn’t use to be. It was the headquarters for the revolution. When we won, it became one of the biggest hotspots in the city.”

        “So your family were revolutionaries?” Sevika asked, still not getting the whole story still. 

        [Name] nodded “My mother became the head of the revolution. When we won she ascended to the throne.”

        “And the revolutionaries were okay with another monarchy after the last one oppressed them?” Sevika asked.

        “Yeah.” [Name] awkwardly answered, seeming a bit unsure of the reasoning. “My mother was royalty. She was supposed to be heir but knew she would just be controlled by everyone around her so she ran away. The revolutionaries convinced her to join the cause. And the rest is history.”

        Sevika’s brows furrowed, still confused at why people would act in such a way, yet it was exactly what happened with her. They wanted independence but instead Sevika joined them. The closer they got to the bar, the more crowded it got. Many people watched the group, as it wasn’t every day you got to see the royals out and about. 

        The bar was not what Sevika thought it would be. She was expecting some fancy uptight bar, but it looked like any normal one. When they entered, it was packed, having to squeeze past people to get through.

        To make sure they didn’t get separated as they walked to the back, [Name] grabbed Sevika’s hand. Sevika was shocked at the sudden physical contact as [Name] pulled her along. Maxwell and Orionn got lost in the crowd, so it was just now [Name] and Sevika.

        Once they made it up to the bar [Name] let go of Sevika’s hand. They were at the very edge of the bar, as [Name] waved down one of  the bartenders. They both ordered drinks, staying in their spot as they waited.

        “I didn’t think it would be this packed.” [Name] admitted.

        “The last drop has never been like this.” Sevika added. 

        Once they got their drinks [Name] they silently stood while drinking. Feeling looser, [Name] began to sway to the music. Sevika smirked at her as she quickly finished her drink. Before she could order another, [Name] placed hers down, grabbing Sevika’s hand again. 

        Leading Sevika to the dance floor, she began to dance. Due to the amount of people around, they were basically pressed up against one another. “Come on? Don’t you want to dance?”

        “I don’t.” Sevika deadpanned, standing still as [Name] continued to sway to the music.

        “Awe come on now.” [Name] pouted, grabbing her arm, and used it to spin herself. 

        Sevika’s cold stare softened as [Name] enjoyed herself, staring into Sevika’s eyes, drawing her in. She huffed, slowly swaying back and forth. [Name] could only smile, happy to have someone join her.

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port and oobleck led the civilian retreat and brought with them as many people as they could. on what looks like one airship.

that... does not sound like a premeditated evacuation with a plan in place, but rather a scramble to get as many people out as possible. especially oobleck's face and posture... it does not scream "we lost the city but saved the people", but rather what happened in vale was yet another mountain glenn for the region.

[thepenultimateword]

The Worst Kind of Medal

The war had left more scars on the nation than it had Umbra’s body, so she wasn’t surprised that the airship came in 6 hours later than the schedule had claimed. She was more surprised that she was still standing on the platform, bold-lettered sign locked in her fists at either corner, when it arrived. No one had told her she needed to be at the port when Prince Waylon arrived in Graybourne, only that he was to be her lifelong charge forever after. She probably should have left a soldier here in her place and enjoyed her last few hours of freedom at home.

A bit of guilt pricked her insides. That was unfair. No one had forced her into this marriage arrangement. She’d accepted it–maybe only for the promises that came along with it, but still an acceptance. If she was uncomfortable now, it was her fault.

Several men leaped from the ship deck, ropes coiled under their arms. They rushed to knot the tethers to the docking posts as their feet touched the ground. It was complicated to get a ship back in the air once grounded, so most docks were constructed on cliff faces or in Greybourne’s case on towers. This allowed the ship to remain airborne yet steady for boarding and exiting; the same went for inspections and refueling. The only real reason for a ship to land was in case of major repairs.

The plank dropped, and a surge of people rushed onto the platform. Umbra scanned the crowd, with rapid scrutiny. She wished she’d asked for a photograph of her potential husband before the royal family shipped him here. The monarch probably wouldn’t grant her another reward if she lost him on the very first day. 

“Ser Umbra!”

Her gaze shot to the deck where a man with long silvery hair braided crownlike around his forehead and then draped loosely over one shoulder waved over the crowd. Another man, hair-slicked and face creased with a long-suffering frown, reached out to grab him, but the prince was already bounding down the plank. He was more petite than she had expected, his head bobbing in and out of sight as he weaved clumsily through the crowd, bumping shoulders every few steps. As he darted around the last mozying couple, he nearly barreled straight into her chest, but he managed to catch himself just short, tipping up onto his toes in the process.

“Ser Umbra,” he repeated, panting up at her with a broad smile. “I-it’s really you! You came yourself! I really wasn’t expecting to see you straight off the ship! Ryann told me I probably wouldn’t see you until tomorrow morning because of your duties!”

Umbra blinked at him. Her heart felt like it had been seized and clutched hard in her chest.

She’d wondered why the King had suggested Prince Waylon as her groom. It had seemed a very quick choice. She’d figured it was because he was fifth in line for the throne—the royal family wouldn’t marry a soldier to someone who could one day take the crown, no matter how much she’d done for her country. Now, looking at his peeking canines, golden eyes, and long, curling tail, it was abundantly clear this had been a careful act of strategy.

King Esmond had never been shy about taking wives, and as a result, many of his children came from foreign royalty, a way of securing many alliances at once. Not so with the Auskeran princess. Umbra had not yet been born when the marriage took place, but everyone knew that was where the tensions between the two countries had started. With the princess's death.

But now, with the war ended and Auskeran firmly independent from the rest of the world, no foreign alliances were waiting for a half-Auskerian prince. And keeping him around the capital was a liability in itself. His very appearance was a reminder of the recent horrors and a symbol of shame to the King. But he was still of royal blood, and banishments–no matter how merciful–had a habit of coming back to bite. So what did they do? They gave him to a local. Someone high enough to merit such a match but low enough that she couldn’t refuse. Someone who would take all the perks of having a royal spouse as appeasement for the inconvenience of his half-bloodedness.

Still, they had to have known her feelings about such a thing. The war had not ended so many months ago that an Auskerian, even half of one, didn’t bother her. Perhaps that was the very reason they’d said nothing. They wouldn’t want to risk her denial.

“How did you know what I look like?” Umbra said, forcing her clenched jaw apart. He’d picked her out from the crowd on sight. He couldn’t have seen the sign from that distance, could he?

The prince flushed a little. “Father showed me a photograph of the Greybourne division as soon as he told me about the marriage arrangement. He said you’re a general of high standing. You held the eastern front steady for two years before scouting over the border. You won us the war practically singlehanded!” 

Umbra was about to explain that it was far more complex than that but Prince Waylon carried on without pause. 

“And to think, of all the prestigious matches you could have received, Father chose me! I’ve been showing that photo to everyone for the last month! But it got sort of crumpled from carrying it around too much, so my sister painted your portrait for me as a wedding gift. See?” 

He pried open the locket around his neck and leaned forward to show her a very accurate, stoic miniature of her own face. She was dressed in her military uniform, her medal of honor–a medal that she’d really only worn twice, once when it was bestowed and again for a newspaper photo–pinned bold and gleaming to her chest.

 “She made one for you too, here!” He fished into his breast pocket and held out a matching bronze locket by its chain. 

Umbra watched it swing for a couple moments before she tentatively accepted it. “I, um…” He was staring at her so expectantly what was she supposed to do? She slipped the chain over her head, and the locket settled in the hollow of her chest. “Thank you.”

He continued to stare. Gaze flicking to the locket and back to her face again. He definitely wasn’t subtle. 

She picked open the latch and looked vaguely at the companion miniature. “Ah.”

It wasn’t much of a reaction but the prince immediately pounced on it.

“I hope it's ok. I wanted it to be more interesting or at least be smiling, but Isabeau said portraits are supposed to be serious. I’m lucky she let me be as expressive as that.”

“No, no, it’s very nice,” Umbra said. Lied. She hadn’t even noticed whether the portrait had been straight-faced or smiling. She should probably be more excited, or at least appreciative. Princess Isabeau was supposedly a real artistic talent—from the accuracy of her own portrait she had to agree—and her skill mixed with her status, made her paintings some of the most saught after in the kingdom. Now she had one around her neck and she couldn’t even give it a proper enough to look to give a specific detail of praise.

Luckily, Prince Waylon took her words at face value. He noticeably relaxed, and she snapped the locket shut again.

“Prince Waylon!” The other man from the ship shoved out from the crowd, a little more disheveled than he’d been moments ago and lugging two large suitcases. He let the cases drop heavily to the planks and tugged sharply on the ends of his black suit. “A member of the royal family does not fly off like that! You must conduct yourself with decorum! And that means staying with your escort!”

“I was with Ser Umbra, so it was fine,” Prince Waylon said.

The man’s attention flicked toward her, scanning her up and down with an unimpressed expression. As an employee to the royal family why would he be? 

“This is Ryann, my escort to Greybourne,” Prince Waylon said. “He’s supposed to return to Ashborough once he sees me settled.  

“Ser,” Ryann said with a short bow. “Unfortunately, the royal officiant was delayed, so the wedding will have to be postponed at least a couple weeks. I’m to stay until that point to be another witness.”

Great. The last thing she wanted was time to start overthinking things. She’d wanted this done as quickly as possible. And now, with the prince’s Auskerian features to unsettle her, she wanted it done even faster.

“You both must be tired,” she said, hefting up one of the suitcases. “My car is at the base of the tower. I’ll take you to the house so you can rest.”

“Oh, I’m not that tired–” Waylon began

“You drive?” Ryann interrupted as he grabbed the remaining case. “You don’t have a chauffeur?”

“I have drivers,” Umbra clarified. “For shopping and other errands. I simply prefer the autonomy of driving myself. Don’t worry, I don’t expect Prince Waylon to get along without a chauffeur.”

“Oh, maybe I could learn too?”

“Absolutely not,” Ryann snapped. “You’ll get yourself killed. Besides, who ever heard of royalty driving themselves? You’re not one of the working class.”

Umbra started down the first tower ramp, letting them fall into step beside her. Should she say something? Tell the prince he could try driving if he liked? But her drivers didn’t have time to keep an eye on him and she hadn’t planned on engaging in any extra responsibilities. She also didn’t think there was much point in ruffling the escort further. So she remained quiet.

Prince Waylon didn’t seem to take the denial too hard. He chatted a bit on the way down, pointing out the landscape and buildings as they went. Umbra nodded along, but didn’t listen much; she was more focused on the many glances the prince received from passersby, ranging from curiosity to outright disgust. Ryann must have been aware as well because he kept a protective hand on the prince’s arm the entire way down.

The car waited at the curb for them. A sleek green thing with three steam valves that she’d purchased shortly after the war’s end. It was easier traveling back and forth to the military headquarters this way.

“Here we are.” Umbra popped the door to the trunk, putting away the first suitcase and then taking the second from Ryann.

The escort dusted off his hands, as if the meanialness of the task were a visible smudge on his station. He then stepped back to survey the car’s body. “This is a handsome vehicle.”

 Umbra expected it was one of the only words of praise she was going to receive during his stay, but she still couldn’t find it in herself to use it to her advantage. “It does the job.”

 “Ser Umbra, can I sit up front with you?” Prince Waylon chirped from the side.

“You’re not going to address me as Ser Umbra our entire marriage, are you?”

His face washed a hot pink. “I wasn’t sure what you preferred.”

“You’re not a part of my regiment. Umbra is fine.”

“Then I’m just Waylon.” He smiled. A sweet, bright-eyed expression that made Umbra’s insides churn like someone was trying to turn them inside out. The officator had better get there fast.

She nodded curtly and circled around to the passenger door, holding it for him as he picked up the ends of his traveling cloak and slid inside. As she closed it behind him, she caught a glimpse of Ryann’s expression before he entered the backseat. Silent approval. Seemed she’d passed whatever test the employee had in mind for vehicle etiquette. She wasn’t look forward to any similar tests. Her rise in the military had granted her a title and a fortune, but she certainly could claim to be as well-bred as anyone in the royal court. Which for many was a sin in itself. 

The drive from the port to her small estate lasted only 20 minutes and was mainly quiet. Waylon ooed at every street and building they passed. Umbra couldn’t imagine anything here in Greybourne, a city on the very edge of the kingdom, could surpass Ashborough in all its capital glory. Perhaps he was only trying to be polite. However, as they pulled up the lane to the estate, his nose was almost pressed to the glass.

“It’s beautiful!”

Now Umbra knew he was being polite. The estate was a sturdy, grey-stoned building with two stories and several acres of surrounding meadow. A garage hid humbly and strategically around the back so as not to ruin the aesthetic view of the front or boast the ownership of two cars. It may have been larger than many of the other homes in Graybourne, and yes, it was rather pretty in the golden hour of evening, but it was nothing compared to the manors in Ashborough let alone the palace. Umbra had been dragged into several parties and ceremonies in the capital after the war’s official end, and extravagant was an understatement.

Waylon clutched his locket and mumbled under his breath. “It’s like a dream.”

A dream? What did princes have to dream about?

Umbra circled the drive and parked directly in front of the large oak front doors. Arlin and Madeline must have been watching from inside–she was impressed they stayed at the ready for the entire 6 hours she had been gone–because they rushed out the front the moment she stepped out of the vehicle. 

Arlin opened the passenger door before Umbra could make her way fully around, but to his credit, his surprise only lasted a moment. Raised eyebrows shot back down, parted lips promptly pinned shut, and he bowed his head as Waylon stepped down to the gravel drive. 

“Your majesty,” Arlin said, then moved on to Ryann’s door.

In the meantime, Madeline had made quick work of unloading the luggage. The bags seemed oversized compared to her small frame, but she showed no struggle as she carried them around. Her reaction to the prince showed more in an exchange of glances with Arlin than a change of expression. 

“Welcome back, Miss,” she said, “we were beginning to worry something had gone wrong.”

“Just a slight delay in the ship’s arrival,” Umbra said, passing the car keys to Arlin, who promptly took the car around to the garage. “Madeline, will you show the prince and his escort to their rooms? They’ve had a long trip, and it’s getting late.”

“Of course, Miss. I’ll let Henrietta and the others know that dinner will be served in the guests’ rooms tonight.”

“Thank you. Only tea for me tonight. Please have it brought to my office.” She didn’t think she could stomach anything else tonight. Maybe a cup of tea would settle some of her more turbulent emotions.

“Oh, Ser– I mean, Umbra,” Waylon said, the end of his tail flicking eagerly. “I’m really not tired, and I’d love to see more of the estate, and talk to you more. Maybe we can go for a walk–that meadow back there looks promising–and I can tell you–”

“My prince,” Ryann said firmly. The prince jolted, looking at Ryann with wide eyes. The escort gave him a subtle shake of his head.

Waylon looked down at the gravel, ears going slightly pink. “My apologies Ser Umbra. I overexcited.”

Oh no, she needed to say something didn’t she? Something smart and smooth that saved the prince’s feelings without backing down from her preference for a quiet night. She hated hosting. She especially the politics that came with it.

“I’d be happy to show you around the grounds tomorrow,” she said, hoping it didn’t sound forced. “The sun is about to go down soon and the view can’t be appreciated so well in the dark. Besides the meadow is riddled with rabbit holes; I wouldn’t want you to misstep and break an ankle.”

“Ah.” He raised his eyes toward her. Luminescence crept in at the corners. Once the sun had gone completely down, those eyes would be completely aglow. “That would be unfortunate. I…look forward to tomorrow then.” It was hard to read whether he believed her. His gaze showed some relief, but the wrap of his tail around his leg still spoke to some embarrassment. Nevertheless, some of his old exuberance slipped through the cracks in his politeness. “It was a joy–no, an honor–to begin making your acquaintance.” 

Umbra forced eye contact until he turned away, prompted toward the house by Madeline’s beckoning. A cold feeling had lodged itself in the middle of her chest. 

She hoped the officiator would come fast.

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Airship Bay [20×15] by Mati

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From @the-original-sineater

From @the-original-sineater to @idontknowreallywhy

My TAGSS prompts were: Thunderbus Karaoke

Pie

Wee!Tracys adventures. Preferences: happy / fluffy

Two out of Three Aint Bad!

Virgil dropped into Two's pilot's seat with a marked lack of grace. Gordon on the other hand ganged up with gravity and launched an attack on the co-pilot's. Virgil wasn't sure if the resulting groan came from Gordon or the seat. 

As missions went, this had been mixed: an airship tour of the Sahara had engine trouble and had been drifting aimlessly around. Not the biggest emergency, but a haboob had been racing across the desert and headed straight for it. Add in a Thunderbird Two heading home from helping with a landslide on Corsica and you had a mess of a situation.

Virgil wiggled in his seat, grimaced, and started the pre-flight checks. 

"It gets everywhere, doesn't it?"

Virgil twisted to look at his brother, and snarled a little as the sand grated with friction of the movement on his neck. Gordon was still slumped in the seat with his eyes closed. He was beyond asking 'how'. It was Gordon. 

"Yeah." He went back to checking things and glowered at an orange panel. An orange panel that should be green. "I hate to ask this -"

"Then don't."

Virgil rolled his eyes."I need you to check the port side air intakes, while I monitor here."

"Why don't you check the intakes and I monitor?"

"Because the last time we tried that, you looked at the wrong info panel and I ended up getting doused with hydraulic fluid." Dark eyebrows drew in, "And you promised to check the air intakes in the future and in exchange I wouldn't rewire your room."

Gordon blanched at that and his hands came up, "I'm going, I'm going." He rose and headed for Two's innards. "But I'm activating 'Sonic Sanity'. We're both tired and the trip home is going to be long." He vanished into the depths of Two. Virgil sighed and turned back to the control panel and frowned at the alert. 'Sonic Sanity' sounded like a pretty good idea, but he didn't know if he had enough cognizant ability to make it through more than one song. Because if he muffed on the first try, he'd never hear the end of it from Gordon.

One cleared air intake and some cussing later, Two lifted off with her usual elegance, but not her usual speed.  Sand did indeed get everywhere, in this case into Two's fuel lines, which needed extra filters and  kept Two to half her speed. So it was an even longer trip home than Gordon thought. They could be farther from home, but that would require leaving the atmosphere.  He wrinkled his nose at his own smell. Yes it had been 'honest work', but he'd grown a lot since then. He brush at his sleeve, felt the sand under his fingers and decided that two showers were in order, maybe three. But he needed to remember to save enough hot water for Virgil, or he might have to learn to fly without a Thunderbird. Virgil ran his hand through his hair, snarled as sand dug into his scalp, and vowed to come up with even better filters for the suit helmets. Then he transferred his annoyance to the hologram in front of him and stabbed to the next one. 

"You flex those eyebrows any harder, you're going to need to charge admission."

Virgil jerked out of the numbers and glared at his brother, who was still drying his hair as he plopped into his seat. "About time." Virgil fought the urge to scratch at the sand and went back to trying to decide which flight path would get them home fastest. They were on the other side of the planet from the Island. He flicked another figure and lost his sight as something landed on his head. "HEY!"

"You, brother mine, are thinking so hard you 're going to catch your hair on fire. Go take a shower, grab a clean uni, and have some coffee."

Virgil pulled the damp towel off his head and snarled, "I'm trying to get us home!" "Virg, you're burning brain cells. Go get cleaned up, a clean uniform, a coffee, and some food. You'll feel better. I'll plot the course home." Gordon pulled up the navigation controls and started checking flight paths. There was an atmospheric river that could shave at least an hour of their time. However, there was an extremely loud scowl coming from the pilot seat. "Bro, go take a shower, don't scrub until you wash all the sand off, get a clean uniform, some food, and the coffee I just made." He kept his gaze locked on the numbers scrolling in front of him. "Do  I need to call Spacecase and have him lock you out?" His tone was as hard at the carnelian his eyes sometimes became.  

". . . you wouldn't."

"Keep pulling a Scooter and I will." Gordon's hand hovered over the comms button.

Virgil growled but pushed the pilot's seat back and headed for Two's small quarters with ill grace. When his fish of a brother got that tone in his voice, you knew he'd do whatever it was he'd said he would. It took three showers; once in uniform to get some of the sand off, one to rinse the sand, sweat, and mud off of him, and one last time as a proper wash before he finally felt clean.

 He'd still have to vacuum all of Two to get rid of all the sand, but he was clean. He was also caffeinated and fueled. Not that he'd call the chocolate orange protein bar 'food' but it was fuel and didn't taste too much like cardboard wrapped in sugar.  He really hated to admit it, but his little brother was right.

As he headed back to the cockpit, he hoped that Gordon had forgotten about 'Sonic Sanity'. Not that Virgil didn't enjoy it, he just wasn't sure if he was up to it. It had been a very long day. That hope hit the rocks with a 'splat', when he opened the cockpit door. Fiddle, pipe, and a fine tenor rolled out with and wrapped words around him. To me ri fol leather ol,

ri fol leather ol,

ri fol leather ol lay.

Rol a diddle i,

rol a diddle i,

to me ri fol leather ol lay.

Virgil's shoulders slumped a little, but he'd agreed. He plopped into his seat and kept dying his hair, he'd fix it when they got home. 

Gordon finished the shanty with a flourish and shot a grin at Virgil. "Feeling better?" Virgil wanted to snap, but Gordon had been right, but he had a standard to maintain,being an older brother. "What's our location?" "Hurmph." Gordon pulled up an interface. "We're about to pass over Costa Rica." Virgil blinked, his girl was good, but running at least then her best speed... "How?" "Sky river," Gordon smirked. 

Virgil strove manfully not to flick his towel at Gordon's head. "So we've got a tail wind?" "We're gliding along an atmospheric river." Gordon snapped back.

It wasn't worth fighting over and he shouldn't have said that. "Sorry. I'm running on fumes." He took a swallow of the coffee. "Did you still want to do Sonic Sanity?" Virgil refused to call it Thunderbus Karaoke, but it was a way for the two of them to unwind. 

"Yes! I'll go first!" Gordon cleared his throat. "You even think about starting with 'Great Green Gobs', and I'm dropping you off in the middle of the Arctic Ocean." Virgil stated calmly.

Gordon's mouth closed slowly. "Um… that's the wrong direction."

"I know, and I don't care. Start that song and you're swimming with the polar bears."

Carnelian eyes narrowed. "Is that a challenge?"

"It's a statement of fact." Virgil gave his hair one last rub and draped the towel around his neck. Gordon looked his brother over, running the odds about him singing the song and actually getting thrown into the Arctic Ocean. The ones that came back weren't in his favor. "Fiiiiiine. What can I start with instead O Choir Master?"

Virgil shrugged with studied ease. "Whatever you think won't get you booted off Two."

Gordon sent some serious side-eye Virgil's direction, then started swiping through the music choices. Virgil kept close watch on the starboard air intake and wondered if they shouldn't have replaced that one as well, when 'da da dada-da dum-dum' rolled through the cockpit on a full brass section. Virgil groaned a little. Let's go, girls

Come on!

I'm goin' out tonight

I'm feelin' alright

Gonna let it all hang out

Wanna make some noise

Really raise my voice

Yeah, I wanna scream and shout

Gordon's tenor did it justice, Virgil had to admit that. But if Gordon wanted to go down that path - well then, they were going to go down that path. Virgil pulled up his music file called 'Warfare'. 

Gordon held the last note, not part of the song, but hey, it felt good. He turned to Virgil, when trombones blasted through the speakers and Gordon's eyes got VERY big. 

She's into superstitions

Black cats and voodoo dolls.

I feel a premonition

That girl's gonna make me fall

She's into new sensations

New kicks in the candlelight

She's got a new addiction

For every day and night

Gordon watched in an impressed horror as Virgil shimmied in his seat as he belted out the lyrics. He gave a slow golf clap when Virgil finished. Virgil grinned and settled back in his seat with a sly grin. "Your turn." 

Which was just a blatant dare, but Gordon was ready to accept it and had his music queued up. He cleared his throat, hit play, and enjoyed the look of shock on his brother's face when the sad blues guitar turned into the banging piano intro. I got ketchup on my blue jeans, I just burned my hand

Lord, it's hard to be a bachelor man

I've got girls that can cook, I've got girls that can clean

I've got girls that can do anything in between

I've got to get ready, make everything right

'Cause all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight

"Like hell they are," Virgil muttered as he pulled up his play list. Gordon knew Virgil disliked this song. Well the lyrics mostly, the musicality of it was very good. But the lyrics were - very much a product of their time. If little brother wanted to play hardball, they were going to play hardball.

While Gordon bounced his way through the lyrics, Virgil worked on his breathing, not even really listening to his brother. He had to be loose and relaxed to pull this off. 

tooooooooooooooonight! Gordon sat back with a grin. 

Virgil just raised an eyebrow, made sure his chest was open, and hit the switch. 

The three taps on the drum rim furrowed Gordon's brow, then the heavy piano started, supported by the tambourine. "Nonononono." But it was far too late for that. 

Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want

Virgil couldn't stop bouncing his seat a little, the beat was just that catchy. Yes, this was one of his songs of aural mass destruction, but he also liked it! The lyrics really spoke to him. 

"How do you do that?" Gordon demanded as the song finished. 

Virgil swallowed some cold coffee. "Do what?"

"Dude, you're singing like an octave above your normal range, and it sounds good!"

Virgil inhaled some more drink. "It's an octave and a half, and it's just practice." He finished the cup. "Your turn."  He was hoping that was enough for Gordon to quit, his throat was starting to ache. 

Gordon was flipping through his holographic list at high speed. "A-HA Got you."

"Oh, in Timon's name, not A-HA." Virgil dropped his head back. 

Gordon cleared his throat several times. "You only wish it was A-HA." 

The acoustic guitar was nice but the first words had him sitting up and staring at his brother in open mouth shock. Porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie

Vanilla soup, a double scoop please

No, maybe I won't, maybe I won't, maybe I will

The tutti fruit with fruity blue cheese

Virgil spent the next two stanzas being horrified that the lyrics worked on this and trying to find a song that would stop this. Gordon had to have been sitting on this one for ages. 

Gordon finished the last line with a cough. 

Virgil wasted no time starting his music, it had a long lead up. Which he spent reaching for an even higher falsetto than he did for his last song. Gordon looked confused by the big band opening with woodwinds and trumpets. Then concerned when Virgil hadn't started singing when a trumpet did a double trill and Virgil opened his mouth. 

Petootie Pie, Petootie Pie

You're my Petootie, sugar fruity, dreamy pie

I crave and cram your special jam

You underrated, solidated superman

Then he switched to his falsetto and sang.

And every gal who passes

Just looks and hollers 'ooh'

Like flies caught in molasses

They all get stuck on you

He was thanking all nine of the Muses for the instrumental sections because they gave him a chance to breathe.  He let the last instrumental fade before slumping in his seat. He'd forgotten how hard singing both parts of a duet were. 

Gordon made some inarticulate noises before settling on "Bro. Wow. Just wow, bro." 

"We good?" Virgil hoped so, he didn't have any more in him. 

"Yah, we're good." "Awesome. Wanna listen to some music?" Virgil leaned into his seat to relax. 

"Choice?" Gordon pulled up an interface. "Something instrumental. Williams or Phoenix."

"John Williams it is!" Gordon settled back to keep an eye on the controls as the crash of cymbals and fanfare of brass filled the air. 

… Song list in order The 23rd of February Trad. Sea Shanty

Great Green Gobs

Trad. Camp Song

Man! I Feel Like a Woman!

Shania Twain Livin' la Vida Loca

Ricky Martin

All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over Tonight Hank Williams Jr. 

Wannabe The Spice Girls

Porcupine Pie Neil Diamond

Petootie Pie

Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Jordan

Extra Credit Song

Two out of Three Aint Bad

Meatloaf

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Coming back from War

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Summary: Levi returns back from the raid in Liberio, he seems tense and is missing you a lot, what occurs when he gets home brings you two a lot closer, not knowing what will happen in the future...

~Warnings: Swearing, smut & fluff, hurt/comfort, male and female body parts mentioned, P in V, fingering and finger sucking, oral (reader receiving), mentions of having children, so in other words...~

~Minors 18+ DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST!! Doing so will result in a blocking of your account!~

You were in the living room, relaxing on the couch while reading a book, the house was feeling a little empty as you were waiting for a special someone to return home...

You knew things were getting tense between Paradis and the enemies across the sea, Hange and Levi were going through the letters Eren has apparently sending over, planning an attack on a town named Liberio...

~Flashback...

You were sitting on the bed in your shared bedroom with Levi, who was getting suited up in the new gear the Scouts funded...

He looked so damn good in the gear you wish you could've taken him right then and there, but you knew it wasn't possible right now...

You follow him towards his horse, he turns around and holds your hand, "I'll come back soon, darling. Hopefully, this raid to get Eren out of there won't take long.."

"I'll miss you, love. Come back safely..." He mounts on his horse, and leans down, you meet him halfway and kiss one another a few times before he has to head to the port, the last kiss lasting a few seconds longer...

Flashback ends...~

You heard the door handle shake, you look up to see your husband walk inside looking tired and tense, you shut your book and stand up and walk over to him, taking off his cape slowly...

He looks up at you, almost a sad expression in his eyes, "We lost-..We lost Sasha, some stupid kid used a soldier's gear to get onto the airship, and shot her in the stomach, we lost a bunch of soldiers in the raid to..."

You had tears rolling down your face, you and Sasha were good friends, to hear that she was killed in the process of leaving, it made your heart sink to your stomach, you hug him tightly and you both just stood there for a while, letting out your emotions. Levi rarely showed emotions but when he did, he did it quietly...

Although you could feel tears running down from his face and onto your shoulder, after a good 5 minutes you wipe your tears along with his, you look deep into his steel grey eyes, and noticed a loving look in his eyes...

You smile softly, "Your safe, you're finally home for a while, let's get you out of this gear, you need to relax a while..." He nods and you take his hand and lead him to your shared room, he started to take off all of the straps which you help him with some of the bigger pieces...

You help him slip out of the main body piece, to see his well sculpted torso, his abs curl as he pulls the legs of the suit off, leaving him in a pair of boxers, you change into a nightgown while he does so...

You sit on the bed and pull him towards you, he stands in between your legs and kisses you, "God, I missed you so fucking much, you have no idea how much I wanted to come home to you..." He lays down on the bed and pulls you close to him, chest to chest, giving each other kisses...

He deepened the kiss which caused you to moan softly and your breathing to get heavier, "I missed you too baby, I'm sorry for all that happened..." He shakes his head, "It'll be discussed in the meeting tomorrow, right now, I just want to be with you at the moment, I want to give you all of my love and attention..."

You smile, "I'm all yours baby.." You both chuckle then start kissing one another again, him rolling on top of you and started a battle for dominance using tongue...

"Stand up baby, let me take care of you..." You both shift so that your standing up and that he's standing in front of you, he removes your gown while kissing up your body, he starts to suck on your breasts and leave little love bites all over them...

He pushes you down on the bed gently to where your legs are hanging over the edge, "Spread your legs darling, let me taste you..." He pulls you closer so that your knees are over his shoulders, which leads to him leaving light kisses on the inner part of your thigh which slowly gets closer to your pussy...

Your breathing gets even heavier as you watch him kitten lick at your clit, then dive straight into your core and starts thrusting his tongue through your entrance, causing you to moan loudly whenever he'd moan and groan as he ate you out like a starved man..

He'd suck on your clit once every few minutes, then would go back to licking, kissing and sucking on your core which made you squirm with so much pleasure, he then pulled back and looked up at you with hooded eyes with your juices all over his nose and mouth, "Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, darling?" You nod as he slowly places his index and middle finger in your mouth, indicating that he wants you to suck on them...

He pulls them out with a slight pop then circles your entrance and eventually pushing them inside, making you arch your back off the bed, he sucks on your clit while finger you, "Does that feel good baby? You like it when I'm eating you out and fucking your pussy with my fingers?" You nod as he comes up to kiss you as he continues to do his work...

You feel yourself start to clench around his fingers, "L-Levi I-I'm close, can I cum?" He moves his face down towards your pussy and starts sucking on your clit and fucking that spot which he knows you lose your mind every time he rubs against it, "R-right there!" He goes even faster using his mouth and fingers, "Cum for me baby, cum all over my face..."

This made you squirt all over his face, he drinks it all up not missing a single drop, he comes up to see you with a post-orgasmic look on your face and kisses you passionately, "You always taste amazing darling, always so sweet..." You smile softly and kiss him again...

You adjust yourself on the bed to where your head is propped up against the pillows as he kneels in between your legs, still kissing you as he removes his boxers and teases his cock before running the tip through your folds, "Are you ready baby? Once I start I don't think I'll be able to stop for a while..." You smirk softly, "I'm ready baby, give me all of you..."

He smiles and kisses you deeply as he pushes his cock inside your walls, making you both moan at the feeling of one another, he starts to thrust into you at a slow pace, whispering 'I love you' and that your his and he's yours in each others ears, his thrusts start to get faster every minute, causing your back to arch once again...

"God I missed you, I missed this, everything that we did..." He starts, "So forgive me if I want to go for a while..." You hold his hand, "I'm all yours baby, I don't mind it at all, plus trust me.." You whisper in his ear, "I like the feeling of your cock inside of me, fucking me whether it be hard or soft, I love you baby, I always will no matter what." He lifts your hand and kisses your palm...

He fucks into you harder, moans of name and cries of pleasure fill space as time passes by, after some time his thrusts become erratic as you start clenching around him again, "Fuck, I can tell your close Levi, you want to cum inside me? Fill me up with your warm cum?"

"Please? I want to fill your pussy up, maybe have my babies? You'd be such a good mom..." You look at him in shock, this was the first time he ever brought this up. You wanted to start a family with this man in the future, you just couldn't decide when to tell him and when the right time would be to start a family...

He stops his movements, "I-I'm sorry, I just...just a spur of the moment thought, if you don't want to have a kid then that fine, we can disc-..." You shut him up with a kiss, he returns the kiss and looks into your eyes, "I've had the idea as well, I just could never find the right time to say it or when the right time would be to start..." He looks shocked whenever you say that...

"Well, if you'd like...we could start now?" He suggests, you smile widely then kiss his cheek, "I'd love to try baby, if you're ready then I am as well." He smiles and kisses you passionately as he lifts your hips to place a pillow under them, and starts to thrust into you again, this time more passionate then earlier...

You wraps your legs around his waist and runs your hands and nails down his back, moans spilling out of your mouth as he goes faster and kisses your neck and down your chest, while letting out a guttural moan as he fucks you harder and faster...

You feel his thrust getting erratic once again, "I'm c-close baby, let me fill you up in this beautiful pussy of yours..." He looks deeply into your eyes as he rubs your clit with his fingers, "Fuck, Levi. Don't stop please..." "I don't plan on doing so, I won't stop until your leaking my cum from your pussy..."

You clench around his cock, "C-Cumming! Levi--AH!" You reach your high and he fucks your through your high until he reaches his high a few seconds after yours...

He pauses his movements again as you both come down from your highs, he slowly pulls out and lays beside you, and pulls you close and off the pillow and kisses you deeply with so much love, which you return with a smile...

He rubs your back as you trace shapes on his chest, "I'm glad we're starting our journey to parenthood, we'll have a little Levi or a little Y/n running around eventually, you'll be the best mom they'll have..." "And you will be the best dad they'll have, it'll be exciting!" You whisper with such excitement, which causes him to giggle and kiss you once again...

"Well, I can say that we're not done yet baby, you'll have to beg me to stop filling you over and over again..." He says with a smirk, causing you to giggle as he rolls over you again kissing you...

~Long story short...you didn't get very much sleep that night iykyk...~

[whencyclopedia]

London Blitz

The London Blitz was the sustained bombing of Britain's capital by the German and Italian air forces from September 1940 to May 1941 during the Second World War (1939-45). The objective was to bomb Britain into submission, but despite almost 100,000 civilians being killed or injured in the nightly raids, Londoners resisted, and the war went on.

Hitler's Objectives

Britain declared war on Germany in September 1939 following the latter's invasion of Poland. By mid-1940, Germany had marched through the Low Countries, British forces had abandoned the Continent in the Dunkirk evacuation, and France had fallen. A German invasion of Britain (Operation Sea Lion) looked imminent, and it would surely be preceded by the Luftwaffe (German Air Force) attacking Britain to gain air superiority. Cities might also be threatened, just as they had been in the First World War (1914-18) when German Zeppelin airships had attacked London.

At first, the Luftwaffe concentrated on trying to destroy the Royal Air Force (RAF) in the air and on the ground by bombing airfields. When this strategy proved unsuccessful, and the RAF effectively won the Battle of Britain, the Luftwaffe changed tactics. Bombing London and other cities became the new objective, as specified in a directive from the leader of Nazi Germany, Adolf Hitler (1889-45): "...for disruptive attacks on the population and air defences of major British cities, including London, by day and night" (quoted in Dear, 108).

The Luftwaffe was now intent on destroying Britain's material supplies and crushing civilian morale by targeting the docks in London's East End, key industrial sites, power stations, railway terminals, and other ports. London was just 30 minutes from Luftwaffe bases and an easy target thanks to the highly visible (even at night) dramatic bends in the River Thames. The strategy, in the end, failed to weaken Britain's resolve, but hundreds of thousands of civilians would first have to live through a nightmare of bombing that lasted nine months with long periods when raids came every single night.

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Alright, fellas, we need an AU of the early draft of Arcane S1 because it sounds absolutely bonkers, and I’m here for it.

This is from the art book that the Twitter account Arcane In Detail posted.

This sounds. Absolutely nuts.

In contrast to the Vi we know in the finalized version of Arcane, the original Vi seems to have been written in a similar position to Sevika, maybe even taking orders from her. I’m a sucker for AUs, so a Vi villain arc is something I actually kinda want to see.

How would her relationship with Jinx have turned out? Her relationship with Caitlyn? Had this version of Vi heard horror stories from Vander about Silco, yet joined him anyway when the monkey bomb killed her family? Or maybe it played out in a, “If you come work for me, I promise I won’t hurt that dear little sister of yours” scenario between Silco and Vi? Maybe she planned to overthrow Silco one day, and reunite with her sister, a dream that slowly crumbled the further she traveled down a path of evil.

Now, here’s where Jinx comes into play. This scene could have played out similarly to how it did in S1, except Powder runs away, and is either captured by Jules and Verne, or she sneaks onto their airship, leaving Vi to be found by Silco. The outcome of these scenarios leads to one thing; Powder dies, and Jinx is born.

So, due to the fact that I'm unfamiliar with LoL lore, I had to look this up. Bilgewater is a seaside port city where serpent hunters, dock gangs, and smugglers from across Runeterra have taken residency. According to the official LoL site, Bilgewater is a place where many people can safely turn to if they're fleeing from their past transgressions such as debt, justice, or persecution. In Jinx's case, she's fleeing from Zaun, Vi, and her life as Powder. Along the way, she ends up joining a pirate crew, which is the explanation for her "half-eaten circus tent" pants, and more pirate-like appearance according to the art book.

This also brings up multiple questions such as what her relationship with Vi would be like upon her return to Zaun. Would her goal be to find her sister, and that's why she returns to Zaun, much like Vi's main goal in the show? Or does she have another motive to return? How would that affect her relationship with Isha?

What would Ekko and Caitlyn's roles be in a world like this? Considering they're both the ones affected the most by Vi and Jinx through the Timebomb and Caitvi ships, it's a fun thought to try and figure out how their lives would be like in this version of Arcane.

These questions are making me wanna write something about this AU, but I need to read the full artbook first to try and piece together the first draft ideas for Vi and Caitlyn's first meeting, her and Jinx's reunion, Ekko's involvement, and everything in between.