#fic: two halves

[marzfartz]

I cannot begin to explain how many times I've reread this fic already, if you haven't already I highly recommend reading @astereaes's Better Halves (and other such falsehoods)

[justaz]

arthur being able to feel merlins magic whenever he uses it bc it makes him feel all warm and tingly and at first he's stumped about it and goes to morgana for advice bc hello?? merlin makes him feel weird?? and its only merlin. it only happens when he's around. it's gotta be his fault. and morgana is like "lol nerd you like him" and he's like "oh fuck" bc he has the emotional intelligence of a walnut and begins to notice the warm and fuzzy feeling grows stronger the closer merlin is and is like "welp. im screwed" and then a magic reveal later and arthur notices the feeling happens whenever merlin uses magic and he's like "oh. thank god." and finally realizes the feeling was merlin's magic, not that arthur has feelings for him. it becomes the new norm and then merlin is dressing him for the day and makes a stupid joke before ducking arthur's hand that was going to cuff his ear, he laughs and walked around behind arthur and the warm, fuzzy feeling returns and he's like "stop. no cheating." and merlin is confused and arthur's like "i can feel you using magic, idiot. remember?" and merlin is like "i'm not using magic tho" and arthur scoffs like "alright, sure, whatever you say."

THIS becomes the new norm of merlin and arthur bantering and then arthur accusing him of using magic and merlin insisting that he isn't. then finally the feeling happens when merlin is staring directly at arthur, comforting him in a moment of vulnerability, and arthur can see his eyes remain blue but he feels as he normally does when merlin uses magic. he still accuses merlin of using magic but merlin just rolls his eyes and once again insists that he isn't, arthur can literally see when he uses magic bc his eyes flash gold. did they flash gold just now? hm? did they arthur? arthur then rebuts "then why did i feel all warm and fuzzy?" and merlin blinks thrice before grinning like the cat who caught the canary. he won't tell arthur about his feelings for merlin, he'll let him flounder for a bit. it's always fun to watch him be an idiot and as much as he wants to kiss his stupid face bc finally (finally) his feelings are reciprocated, it's enough for now to know that arthur feels the same. arthur is infuriated that merlin won't tell him. merlin is highly amused at his stupid not yet boyfriend

[kiaxet]

HOW ABOUT THAT @somerandomdudelmao DISASTER TWIN REUNION, HUH

Went a little feral to the tune of 2.2K words of self-indulgence. What else is new?

~~~~~~~

Donnie can't sleep. More accurately, he won't sleep. Not until he's done. He'd never been one to leave a project unfinished; death and resurrection hadn't changed that.

He taps incessantly, repetitively, on a keyboard and screen, the motions long since past inputting data and now only serving to keep him awake. The repetition is soothing, easy, and - counterintuitively - he finds his head drooping forward into sleep-

And he snaps back upright. No. Not until he can confirm Leo is okay.

Leo is behind him, he knows. Breathing. In bed. Asleep. Very much alive. And-

He jumps and whips around as a thud sounds behind him. "What the-"

Leo is on the floor.

Well, that answers the question as to whether his twin is awake.

For a fraction of a second, part of him wavers uncertainly. He loves his idiot twin. The question he hasn't been able to answer is whether his reaction to Leo waking up will fall on love or idiot twin-

"Leo!"

He can hear the exasperation in his voice, and yep, it's the latter. He takes a knee next to Leo and hauls him into his arms, lecturing him all the while, and if he can hear the annoyance in his voice then Leo sure as hell can. Sleep deprivation for the purposes of keeping his brother's soul alight had done nothing for his temper. "I swear to God, all you had to do was make a sound! Why are you such a difficult patient?"

He deposits Leo carefully on the bed - "Sit still!" - and checks him over, running every scan he can think of and making sure his brother's new body really is in good working order, spouting increasingly irritated commentary all the while. Of course the fall didn't hurt him - Leo is tougher than that, and Donnie does better work than that - but he still can't help the rising anxiety in his throat.

This almost didn't happen.

"-stupid, stupid selfless idiot!"

Donnie almost couldn't save him.

"Grrhh-"

Leo nearly died for real. Permanently beyond Donnie's reach. Well and truly gone-

"Do you have any idea how close you were to having nothing left to save?"

And now here Leo is, in perfect health, sitting on Donnie's bed with a big dopey grin on his face as Donnie chokes on his anxiety and damn near shakes himself apart-

Oh for fuck's sake.

"Hey. Are you even listening?"

Leo speaks up for the first time since he's woken up, voice shaky from disuse. "D-Donnie?"

And that is not a goddamn answer to anything Donnie has been saying, because of course it isn't. It's Leo. He's always had his own priorities. "Yeah. No. You're not fucking listening." Donnie heaves a long-suffering sigh, sinking back into the routine comfort that irritation at his twin provides. "At least you're talking." Small favors. "Although I'm surprised you're not throwing your stupid jokes at me." Even smaller favors.

He stops short as Leo's hand closes around his wrist, drawing Donnie's arm to Leo's plastron. "You're real," his brother breathes, looking from Donnie's hand to Donnie himself with tears streaming down his face. "You're real!"

And then, in the space of a thought, Leo's joy breaks, his smile turning desperate. "Are you?"

For a moment, Donnie stares at his twin, wondering at the sudden change in expression. He takes a breath-

And the part of him that had lain dormant for so long after he'd woken up - the part of him that had been screaming for his twin's safety ever since they'd recovered the few scattered embers of Leo's soul - gasps to life, blooming like a time-lapse video of a flower and reaching to the edges of Donnie's soul. Leo had called it their twin sense, and Donnie hadn't had it in him to argue after a while. Whatever it is, it's back, connected to Leo's renewed presence, and-

Donnie's heart floods with emotions. Relief and joy sprout quickly and are nearly swept away in a tide of exhaustionanxietyfearfearfearfearFEAR-

But down beneath it all, steady against the rising wall of terror, is the little blue spark of hope that his brother always carried. His core. The thing that let him continue on in the face of insurmountable odds, and lent that same strength to everyone around him. A ninja's greatest weapon.

It's Leo. It's Leo-

And Donnie can't leave him alone in his fear. Not when there's no need for it. Not when they're safe.

He lets that breath out, and sits next to Leo on the bed. "Mhm. I'm alive. And you're alive. We're safe. The Krang are gone." That's all the news that's fit to print, or at least the most important parts. What else does he have to say?

Oh.

"I'm sorry I..uh…"

He's sorry he what? Died? Left a mess for Leo to deal with? Didn't do enough while he was alive to keep everyone else alive in turn after he was gone? Kept his brother's soul in a fucking mug, because that was the only way he could ensure he wouldn't break it while Leo was still fragile? All of the above?

…yeah, it's all of the above.

He owes Leo one hell of an apology, and he's never been good at any of this, so instead he shrugs haplessly and leans forward, pulling Leo into his arms and hanging on tight.

It's a matter of moments before Leo has him flat on his shell on the bed and is sobbing into his arms. Normally he'd hate seeing his twin cry, but it's proof of life - proof that Leo made it, that his soul is intact enough for him to still be Leo, that he's alive and awake and here - and Donnie will take it.

And if he's squeezing Leo back pretty hard himself, well, that's fine too. Nobody else needs to know.

~~~~~~~

Donnie is yelling at him.

Donnie is strong enough to have picked Leo up off the ground, well enough to be on his feet without support, running tests and reading Leo the riot act over his latest boneheaded maneuver - in this case, forgetting he was missing an arm and falling out of bed.

Donnie is yelling at him, because Donnie is here to yell at him.

And Leo is smiling, because he couldn't be happier. He lets the words wash over him, draping over his shoulders like a favorite cozy blanket that he'd lost so many years ago, and he basks in the warmth that is his brother's voice and smiles.

It's enough to interrupt the yelling for a question, though he doesn't really hear it - just keeps smiling, and says Donnie's name, and it's so nice to be able to say it with a smile now, because Donnie is here-

-he is, right? This isn't just a dying hallucination on Leo's part, right?

(It couldn't be- he remembers his death, remembers breathing his last, remembers being trapped- but this-)

He reaches out, taking Donnie's wrist in hand, and pulls his brother closer to him. "You're…real…" It certainly feels real - skin and scales, softer than his own, and his fingers barely fit all the way around the wrist instead of encircling them with room to spare - and he stares down at it, tears rolling down his face as he finally looks back up at his twin. "You're real!"

The Krang show you what you want to see.

The thought strikes him unbidden, turning his joy and relief to ice. It's a well-known fact: a Krang infection can show its host what they want to see, visions of comfort and family and home, and extract intel from the host's reactions. He knows that- he knows that, and-

And he'd died surrounded by Krang- and even if he couldn't see or hear or feel, he knows he'd been held captive-

But it's Donnie- he wants this to be real- he needs this to be real- he wants his twin back so badly he can't think, and the idea that this could be a Krang hallucination is almost too much to bear-

"Are you?" He can hear how choked the words are as they leave his lips, but he needs to know-

And Donnie stops, and sits down next to him, and tells him everything he wants to hear - everything he could've ever wished for. They're alive. They're safe. The Krang are gone. It all sounds too good to be true.

And then Donnie offers him an apology and a sad half-smile, pulling him into a strong hug-

And the ice in Leo's mind shatters in a flood of warmth as his twin sense opens for the first time since Donnie's death. He feels his twin's irritation, and deep-seated exhaustion, and a choking wave of guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt-

And beneath it all, steady and strong as ever, the thrum of unending determination, powered by an unfathomably deep well of love. It's the backbeat to the melody of Leo's life, the point-counterpoint to his own heartbeat- it's something he'd never had to live without until he did, but it's back, rushing in to fill the silence he'd known with the strength to go on and the knowledge that he is loved loved loved, strong and overwhelming and all-encompassing in the way only Donnie can love-

It's something the Krang could never imitate.

This is real. This is all real-

He throws himself against his twin, toppling them both over on the bed as he clings to Donnie, unable to stand even a fraction of an inch of space between them, as though he could push their hearts together through their plastrons, and he cries, sobbing out worry and terror and grief and the slow, crushing exhaustion of a losing battle finally lost. He cries as though the world was ending - and it had, once when the Krang had invaded and again every time he'd lost a member of his family, over and over until he'd sent his last hope through a portal that had cost his littlest brother his life and succumbed to death himself.

And now he's alive. Here, wherever here is, with Donnie. Clinging to his twin, and being held in turn as Donnie gently sits them both up, never letting go as Leo cries himself out.

It takes a while - long enough for Leo's gaze to settle into a stare and his thoughts to settle into a comfortable static. He's alive, Donnie is alive, and he has no fucking idea what else is going on, but he's just going to be okay with that for now.

His thoughts rouse enough to inform him of something wrong - the line of tension Donnie is carrying down his neck and over his shoulders. That won't do. Leo could try to massage it out with one hand, maybe try to get Donnie to talk about it, but Donnie never likes to talk about it, and Leo isn't one for slowly soothing away tension when he can just take an axe to the release valve instead. Plus, it gives him something definite to focus on, instead of…this whole situation. Whatever 'this whole situation' actually is.

Donnie had mentioned his stupid jokes, right?

"H-hey Dee?" His voice wavers from disuse, thick with tears, but he pushes through. "Why did- why did the tree buy a camera?"

"What?" Oh, Donnie is not going to see this coming. Excellent.

"To do a photosynthesis." It's nowhere near the level of pizazz he normally uses for a punchline delivery - he's still too tired and frazzled and clinging to Donnie entirely too hard for that - but that beautiful pause of a terrible joke sinking in tells him it had hit home nonetheless. Donnie moves - he can hear the telltale slap of face meeting palm - and then breaks down into helpless laughter, smacking the back of Leo's shell as the tension Leo had felt in his twin's shoulders abruptly relaxes. Good. It worked.

"This is so fucking stupid," is all Donnie manages as his laughter fades, and he slumps fully against Leo with a murmur. That's...abrupt. Sure, Leo had felt Donnie's exhaustion, but he hadn't realized it'd been that bad. He takes hold of Donnie, gently laying him down on the bed to rest-

Remember what happened last time Donnie fell asleep next to you.

He gasps sharply at the thought - not again NEVER again - and keeps his hand steady as he moves, laying both fingers gently against Donnie's neck and feeling for his pulse. It's easy to find, strong and steady and even, like it had been before the infection had taken Donnie's vitality and then his life.

But he's alive, and healthy, and sleeping. He's okay. And Leo-

Leo moves his hand to the side of his own neck. His pulse is also easy to find, quickened with the adrenaline of an unknown situation and multiple consecutive shocks to his system.

Okay. Take stock. Assess. Figure out a plan from there.

He's alive. Donnie's alive. The Krang are gone. And everything else…is a big fat question mark, with no easy answers and no indication as to where to begin looking for them.

Well.

Uh.

"What the fuck," Leo whispers to the room at large, as though the walls could answer.

~~~~~~~

(A world away and still very close, a younger pair of twins cling to one another the way a drowning man clings to driftwood: desperately, clutching tight, as though letting go will spell their doom. Neither of them know where the emotions came from, or why; all they know is that each of them are damn glad the other is alive, and they'll do everything they can to make sure that continues to be the case.)

(What the fuck, indeed.)

[samuelcolon]

This + other ghosts' reactions to halfas.

Because. Halfas do not seem to exist naturally. The only three we see in the series were created in lab accidents/experiments. They are clearly not supposed to be Like That.

Imagine you're just Ye Old Average Ghost. Maybe you were alive and died, or maybe you just came to be in the infinite realms. Either way, you know that there is a clear divide between the Living and the Dead. Physically, mentally, GEOGRAPHICALLY, it's obvious that death and life are meant to be separate.

And then one day, you hear whispers of a ghost human something that throws all that out the window. Something that is somehow both, that can switch between Dead and Living as easy as breathing (or the ghostly equivalent). Your entire world view is turned upside-down, because this thing's existence forces you to acknowledge that the line between life and death isn't that clear.

But you can comfort yourself with the fact that this... thing is weak. It's barely clinging to Life after whatever happened to it and it can't control the powers that, for the rest of your kind, come as easy as breathing. It's Different (read: terrifying) but no real threat, right?

oh would you look at that it got Better and now it's incredible strong and seems to have a vendetta against both the living and the dead isn't that neat

At the very least, you can comfort yourself with the knowledge that there's only one of them. It was born in a freak accident, what are the chances a human dies in a ghost portal again??

oh you've got to be fucking kidding me

i mean at this point you've really gotta start giving thought to these things, because two ghosthumanbothneithersomethinginbetween of these things is a Bit Much. They are quite literally violating the laws of nature. Is that not terrifying? Knowing that there are two impossibilities walking around and making you realize that one of the biggest constants in your life might not be so constant?

[livetogether--diealone]

"It was a little bit like I was looking at my younger self.”

@f1blrcreatorsfest -> week 3: creative layouts

[furinabakery]

thinking about Neuvifuri/Focallette in the context of the Kdrama 'Guardian'... what if, after Focalors/Furina fulfilled her duty, she got erased from the memory of everyone who ever knew her?

of course, everyone who had known her would have these terrible gaps in their memory. but who else would suffer worst of all, if not the man she was with for 400+ years? if not the man whose life she helped develop a clearer purpose? how much would Neuvillette's very foundations crumble?

[h-doodles]

Connection // Consumption // Possession is my way of Love & you are mine as i am yours, various - a web weave for it's quicker & easier (to eat your young) by @pinkcannibal 💖

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗦

Two teams, two squads, two managers, one city. Who would be the king of King's Landing and of the Premier League — the long-reigning Sky Blues or the underdog Red Gunners? For Rhaegar Targaryen, the stakes went beyond football, though the game had been his lifeblood, his passion, and his purpose. He never forgot where he had started: a frightened child fighting for his life in a hospital bed. Back then, it hadn’t been the thrill of the game that saved him, but the unwavering smile of a blue-haired girl who had given him a reason to fight.

𝙍𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣

Rhaegar Lucaerys Aelon Targaryen, former footballer turned manager, is the current coach of Premier League's King's Landing City. As a striker, he achieved legendary status with Royal of Dragonstone, winning six UWEFA Champions Leagues and three World Cups before retiring at 28. Transitioning into management, he first assisted Barristan Selmy at Royal, securing major titles, and later at Inter Lannisport, where they dominated Serie A. At 30, Rhaegar took over Inter, winning every competition during his two-year tenure. By 33, he transformed King's Landing City into a global powerhouse, earning a clean sweep of trophies and becoming one of the most respected managers in history. However, at the peak of his career, at 36, he encountered an unexpected rival—someone from his past who challenged his invincibility.

𝙇𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠

Lyanna Aleksander Rickardevna Stark, former footballer turned manager, is the new coach of Flea Bottom's Red Gooners in King's Landing. As a striker for Dinamo Winterfell, her promising career was cut short by a knee injury at 21. Transitioning into management, she became the assistant and later wife of her former coach, Sallador Saan. Together, they achieved success at FC Braavos, leading the team from the second division to winning the Essos Club Cup and the first division title, and at AC Jade Sea, where they won the Essos Confederation Cup. At 27, Lyanna returned to manage Dinamo Winterfell’s men’s team, guiding them from near relegation to Northern League champions and eventually winning the Club World Cup. After her husband’s sudden death, she took a three-year sabbatical before accepting the role at Flea Bottom, beginning a new chapter as the Red Gunners’ manager. She never thought she’d find him there.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 :

Alternate Universe - Sports | Alternate Universe - Football |Real football not the abomination Americans call football | Idiots in Love | Childhood Memories | Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends | Rhaegar Targaryen has OCD | Childhood Sweethearts | Sick Character | Implied/Referenced Suicide | Not of the main leads | Fluff and Angst| Eventual Smut| Alternate Universe - Romantic Comedy Second Chances

[cocainebearsstuff]

Time for another sneak peek :P

Clockwork is in the fic but he’ll have a smaller role compared to a couple other characters, he’ll show up here and there.

[iwtvdramacd18]

It begins.

[cptg00s3]

All the injured soldiers

Gn reader she/they and she/her dni you will be blocked, you have enough fics for yourself.

Tw for this fic:

Lowkey unfinished since I couldn't find the correct words to merge the two prompts I wrote. Might edit this someday but idk. Definitely not proofread. Like no actual romance

Fic doesn't make sense bc I never played cod.

Further no heavy heavy gore and torture of reader (not writing but very much written amd acknowledged)

Now please enjoy

Task Force 141 was on a mission to retrieve a high-value target, a Russian arms dealer, from an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Moscow. The team currently consisted of Soap, Price, Roach, and [Y/n], a skilled field operative with a knack for infiltration and espionage.

As they approached the warehouse, they noticed that the enemy had set up a complex defense system with multiple layers of security. The team split up, with Soap and [Y/n] taking the main entrance while Price and Gaz went around to the back to create a distraction.

However, as soon as Soap and [Y/n] entered the warehouse, they were ambushed by a group of heavily armed soldiers. They fought their way through, taking down one enemy after another, but it was clear that the opposition was better prepared than they had anticipated.

As they made their way deeper into the warehouse, [Y/n] noticed that Soap was starting to get increasingly agitated. He seemed to be more concerned with finding the target than with their safety, and [Y/n] had to keep reminding him to stay focused and stick to the plan.

Despite their best efforts, the team was eventually overwhelmed by the enemy's superior numbers and forced to retreat. As they were making their way out, [Y/n] was hit by a grenade and knocked unconscious.

When [Y/n] woke up, they were in a dark and dank cell with no idea how much time had passed. They were badly injured, with broken ribs and a concussion, and could barely move. It was clear that they had been captured by the enemy, and [Y/n] knew that they were in for a world of pain.

(Supposed timeskip prob)

The team quickly gathered their gear and prepared to move out. Price led the way, his mind set on getting [Y/n] back safely. As they made their way through the dense forest, they could hear the distant sound of gunfire and the occasional explosion. It was clear that [Y/n] was in the thick of it.

The team finally reached the edge of the enemy's compound. Price signaled for everyone to get into position. Ghost and Roach moved to take out the guards at the entrance, while Soap and Price made their way to the back of the compound.

They could hear [Y/n] screaming in agony from inside one of the buildings. Soap felt his blood boil at the sound. He knew they needed to move quickly before it was too late.

Price kicked down the door, and the team rushed in guns blazing. The enemy soldiers were caught off guard and quickly taken out. But as they moved deeper into the compound, they encountered heavy resistance.

Bullets whizzed past their heads as they ducked behind cover. Soap felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as he was hit by enemy fire. He gritted his teeth and continued to fight, his mind focused on getting to [Y/n].

Finally, they reached the room where [Y/n] was being held. The sight that greeted them was gruesome. [Y/n] was tied to a chair, covered in bruises and cuts. Their eyes were swollen shut and blood dripped from their nose.

Soap felt sick at the sight. He had seen his fair share of injuries in his line of work, but this was different. This was someone he cared about, someone he couldn't bear to see in such pain.

Price quickly moved to untie [Y/n], while Ghost and Roach covered their backs. Soap kept his gun trained on the door, ready for any more enemy soldiers that might show up.

As Price freed [Y/n], Soap moved to their side, ready to carry them out of the building. But before they could make their escape, a group of enemy soldiers burst into the room, guns blazing.

The team was outnumbered, and the fight quickly turned into a bloody melee. Soap felt his adrenaline pumping as he fought off the soldiers, his mind focused on protecting [Y/n]. He took a few hits, but nothing could stop him.

Finally, the team emerged victorious, but not without their fair share of injuries. Soap was bleeding from several wounds, but he hardly noticed. All he cared about was getting [Y/n] out of there and back to safety.

As they made their way out of the compound, Soap carried [Y/n] in his arms. They were barely conscious, but Soap could feel their heart still beating. He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to keep [Y/n] safe from now on.

Back at the base, the team worked to patch up their injuries. Soap couldn't stop thinking about [Y/n] and the torture they had endured. He vowed to never let them out of his sight again, to always protect them from harm. He realized that he cared about [Y/n] more than he had ever thought possible, and he wasn't going to let anything happen to them again.

[becca4leafclover]

What if Joel is the same Joel from S1, via reincarnation. He's the only one to directly reincarnate that way though- all the others are more or less coincidences

Why?

When S1! Joel and Lizzie were married and found out Lizzie is a god, they did some research in figuring out how to move forward. Immortality is definitely something that could get in the way of a relationship, after all.

And what they found, was a spell to make a mortal INTO an immortal after death.

They decided to do it, so when Joel inevitably died as a mortal, they could then be together forever.

But well...

No one expected Lizzie to die first.

Joel forgot about the immortality spell by the time he died, many many years after the Rapture.

And when he awoke later, surrounded by gods he did not know, being told he had to play a part, all he could think of were the two gods he knew before that held no place in this pantheon and seemed to have been scrubbed from the history books.

Maybe Joel was the only god to survive of this pantheon is because he was never a part of that pantheon to begin with.

While he begins anew, his heart is always aching for people long gone. He will never get his wife, or any other Emperor back as they should be.

(Maybe that's why he listens more attent to Sausage's enthusiastic ramblings of his culture, because he knew the one once called Saint Pearl as an ally.)

(Maybe that's why he feuds with the Sheriff, for claiming the name his best friend once wore and using it for the worst. You are a toy with the way you play with morals like a game. )

(Maybe that's why he teases Lizzie, Mayor of Animalia. Silly cat, why are you so small? You should be big and tall and not afraid of water. I get my best traits from you.)

(Maybe we never should have tried to change fate.)

[analisegrey]

This is a little frustrating…the first 2500 words or so of this bit of writing has a certain feel/vibe to it…and then the next 1100 words take an abrupt turn, and I can’t help but feel like while they kind of follow one to the other, there’s something of a disconnect, or disjointedness…I’m not super sure they belong together, but I can also see how they could. I think, in theory, they could be two different fics…but maybe the way to tackle it is to make it two chapters of the same fic so there’s a harder delineation between the two sections? The tone between the two parts is just so…different.

Also- I don’t suppose any of you out there know of any discords for BL fandoms/fic writers, or a VegasPete-specific server? Asking for…well, me. I’m asking for me. I need people to yell to about these two, they’ve eaten my brain.

[frogsmulder]

Place of Worship

This is just me exorcising some demons and trying to break some writers block at the same time; 800 words; rated e; tagging @today-in-fic

Her skin is soft and smooth under his warm hands, gently pulling, pushing, kneading the muscles beneath. Sat at her feet, he has a glorious view of her curves silhouetted in the amber evening light. He starts with her calves, fingers wrapping around her legs with ease, moving upwards to squeeze her thighs before retreating lower like the backwash of a lulling tide. Again, his touch commands her–her response a slight moan or a twitch–and thickly he swallows, an ache swelling at his groin. Seeing with his fingers, he closes his eyes and holds a breath, rolling her thighs apart, anticipating the smell of her arousal. He isn't disappointed.

A quiet plea escapes her lips, the whisper of his name: "Mulder." Again: "Mullderr…"

His palms encasing her hips, he rubs them, caressing her as he slowly shuffles closer, leaning down to nuzzle her stomach. Against his stubble, her body is pliant, giving and tensing, rippling with shaky breath. A hand by her head, he stretches up to breathe in the scent at her neck. Following his lead, she arches beneath him, offering herself to his pleasure. Locking his lips around her clavicle he tastes the saltiness of her sweat, the sweetness of her skin in a way he makes sure she'll never forget. The spot he leaves is red, a sign of his love, a marking of his lust. He swipes his tongue over it, soothing the area and washing away his cardinal sin.

Her chest peaks by the brush of his knuckles around her breasts. Her nipples hardening with the promise of attention, she makes his mouth water more and his brain clouded; his only clear sight is her beauty captured in the curves of her body. With his thumb and forefinger he calls out to her, rolling her nipples, grazing their tops, capturing them between his lips. She replies with a gasp, another whimper; this conversation between them becomes heated. The pillowy weight of her breast lays against his palm, as if he can carefully sculpt her perfection between his bare hands. He presses gently into their cushion, testing, licking and nipping at her all the while. She's like a panacea, melting all of his corporal worries away, yet dangerously addictive, each taste making him hungrier, leaving him wanting more.

Slight fingers weave their way into his hair, at first holding him close, encouraging his appetite with ardour. He hummus as she pulls his hair, blood throbbing through his scalp and rushing to his cock. Against the swell of her chest, he nuzzles, feeling her quick breathing rise and fall. Her impatience growing, she guides him downwards, giving a command he happily obliges. He keeps his nose to her skin as his lips wander down to her mons. In his hands, he grasps again the soft, warm marble of her statue. Clutching and kneading her flesh, he grabs her ass, lifting her up to meet his baited breath.

The plush folds of her centre glisten, flushed and pink. Hovering a hair's breadth away, he takes a deep steadying breath, letting her intoxicating scent pull him under. Wrapping her thighs around his neck, she draws him closer. He spreads her lips with a stroke of his thumb, pressing into the crest of her clit, and then he repeats the motion again. As soon as his tongue touches her centre, she moans and he drowns in ecstasy and the pull of her muscles begging him to sate her. As if he was a blind man seeing only with touch, he follows the trails she creates in the wake of her quivering and pleas.

He watches her brows arch and her forehead crumple, her lips shifting from biting back to quiet "Oh," and "Please," and "Mulder." Flicking his tongue around her clit once more, he grasps her thigh by his head and encourages her with a squeeze.

"Scully, let go," he murmurs, smiling softly and squeezing again for emphasis, "I want to hear you moan."

Opening her eyes, she looks at him with a hint of a smirk, watching him as he lowers his mouth to her sex. Just before he can taste her, she teases, "Make me."

She makes him so hard with just two words, he desperately wants to stroke himself. Instead he settles for sliding up her body and palming her breast. "Like this?"

"More like this." Pulling at his fingers she lifts them to her mouth, closing her lips and sucking. Returning his hand to her breast, she lets the cool wetness coat her sensitive nipples, pinching. He suspects she does it only to toy with him, for his pleasure more than hers but he doesn't care when her breasts are in his hands and her cunt is under his tongue and her moans start filling the air. He builds her and builds her until she arches, clenches around his tongue and her heels dig into his back.

After a deep breath, he sighs. "God, Scully…" He moves up her body to meet her with a kiss. "You are so incredible."

"Yeah," she laughs with a light huff. "You too."

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

I love that I'll be writing a super serious scene in my fic, & it's analogous place in my notes will just say some shit like "the girls are fighting"

[gothamcityneedsme]

if i did write something for smtv btw it would be 6 chapters, each one about a different nahobino pair