#i want Sapphire to meet the rest of the links

[astral-catastrophe]

So many link thoughts

[weemssapphic]

resplendent

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Another little Kinktober fic! 🩸

Words: ~ 2.2k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: vampire!reader, nsfw (smut - minors DNI), period sex, cunnilingus, marking

A/N: I swear to god I received a request for vampire!reader eating Larissa out while she's on her period and I thought it would fit well for Kinktober BUT I CAN'T FIND IT ANYMORE fhughdksghfduk. so anyway. here it is. :) *runs away and hides*

“Gods, my love, you smell divine,” you purr seductively into Larissa’s ear, standing behind her as you pull her flush against you, your hand resting on her lower abdomen. 

Larissa is on her period and, as always during this time of the month, you can’t seem to keep your hands off of her. Your heightened sense of smell is driving you wild - blood is a natural aphrodisiac for you, your entire body prickling with an almost unbearable heat whenever you’re in the same room as your girlfriend while she’s on her period.

Larissa allows herself to lean back fully against you, sighing deeply as her eyes flutter shut. She pushes her lower belly into your hand and squirms slightly, placing her own hands over yours and applying a light pressure.

“Cramps?” you guess, pressing featherlight kisses to your lover’s neck - she tilts her head to the side to grant you better access and her pulse picks up almost imperceptibly. It drives you insane and you can feel your fangs slowly extend, drool beginning to pool in your mouth.

Platinum curls tickle your collarbone as Larissa nods, a frustrated huff leaving her lips. She pulls away from you and goes to sit on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs tightly together - as if that would somehow stop the scent of her blood from permeating the room.

“I’m sorry, I know this time of the month is hard for you,” she says, and it breaks your heart a little - you want to provide her comfort, you really do, but the mere scent of her makes you feel absolutely famished. You’ve only had human blood a handful of times in your life, usually going for animal blood, just like many of your peers. And, usually, people being on their period around you isn’t a big issue - you’ve trained yourself to be able to ignore the scent, and you always have an emergency supply of blood on you.

But when it’s the blood of your soulmate? The pull is almost too much to bear.

“I could give you a massage,” you suggest, trying to keep your voice level. Larissa’s gaze snaps up to meet yours, her bright sapphire eyes wider than you’ve ever seen them.

“Are you sure?”

You offer her a confident smile and stride up to the edge of the bed. “Lay back,” you instruct, and Larissa does as she’s told, settling back against the pillows and watching you curiously. She’s already dressed for sleep, wearing a deep crimson, silk pajama set, and you push her shirt up a bit to reveal her belly. Your fingers curl under the waistband of her pants, folding them down a bit to provide you better access to the area as you kneel between her thighs.

Her skin is smooth and soft underneath your hands, her abdomen bloated just a tiny bit, and you press your fingers into the tender flesh. Larissa lets out a soft groan and closes her eyes, squirming a little against your hands as they start to knead softly into her.

“Does that feel good?” you husk, your breathing growing more ragged by the second as Larissa starts to let out soft, barely audible noises of pleasure.

“Mmh… yes, thank you.” She pushes herself up into your hands and wiggles her hips - the action sends a fresh wave of her scent into the room and you feel your belly fill with heat as your cunt clenches around nothing.

“Larissa?” you ask suddenly, hating how breathless you sound. She opens her eyes - her pupils are slightly dilated and you bite back a groan. “Can I try something?”

Larissa’s cheeks turn pink - she’s pretty sure she knows what you’re about to ask. You’ve never made a secret of your intense desire for her during this time of the month, but she’s never suggested making love during her period before, so you figured she didn’t want to. But now, with the way her cheeks are flushing and her legs are gently - eagerly - parting for you, you’re starting to wonder why you hadn’t asked sooner.

“Tell me what you want to try,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.

“I want to taste you.”

Brilliant white teeth sink into plush pink lips as Larissa moans, muffling the noise. “Please,” she murmurs, wiggling her hips again.

She watches you through heavy-lidded eyes as you crawl up her body, hovering over her as your fingers begin to undo the buttons of her shirt, then push it over her shoulders and discard it in a heap next to the bed. Your lips immediately find her collarbone, fangs grazing her skin as you kiss down the valley of her breasts, and you pepper the soft mounds of flesh with tiny bite marks, careful not to draw blood - you’ll have your share in a minute. Your lover is so sensitive around this time of the month, and each little nip and kiss draws a sinful noise from her throat as she arches her back off the bed in an attempt to get closer. 

Latching onto a rosy nipple, you begin to flick your tongue over the pert bud, licking and sucking until it has been tugged into a hard peak. You swirl your tongue in slow, sensual circles, tracing your hands possessively over Larissa’s swollen belly and reveling in the deep, raspy groans that your ministrations pull from her chest. You repeat the action on the other side, until both of her nipples are hard and glistening with your saliva, and Larissa’s own hand is sliding up her body to fondle her breast - anything for more stimulation.

Your lips begin to trail lower, marking her stomach in hues of red and purple until you reach the waistband of her pants. A smirk grows on your face as Larissa cants her hips upwards in anticipation, and you waste no time in dragging her pants down her legs, taking her underwear right with them and placing them aside - planting kisses down the length of her legs as you go.

The sight before you instantly makes you heady, borderline delirious - Larissa’s perfect little cunt, glistening not with her usual arousal but with blood. Deep red, wet, catching the light as it drips slowly out of her. Resplendent. 

The scent alone, this close and without the usual barriers of clothing or sanitary products, fills your nostrils like perfume - musky, metallic, heavy, divine. You let out a shuddering breath as you hook Larissa’s thighs over your shoulders - her folds spread open at the action and a bit of blood drips down onto the sheets beneath you.

The sheets… Larissa will be upset about those, but right now you don’t care - your mind is growing hazy and you couldn’t back out now if you tried. Licking your lips in anticipation, you lean in and run your tongue up Larissa’s slit. The moment you taste that first drop of blood, you feel your limbs begin to tingle, a deep, wanton groan clawing its way from your throat.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” you moan, flattening your tongue against Larissa’s cunt, exploring her folds and licking up every drop of blood she has to offer. You feel her hands settle on the back of your head and curl into your hair, pushing your face as close as possible to her core. “Does that feel good?”

Larissa whines, her fingers winding themselves even tighter in your hair, and you chuckle in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Another drawn out whine escapes her lips and you glance up just in time to see Larissa’s eyelids flutter shut, her brow creasing and her lips parting. You begin to lap at Larissa’s folds, the taste and the scent making your own clit throb. You almost feel satiated - like you’re having the best meal of your life - and yet you need more.

“Does this turn you on? Knowing I get to taste you like this?”

Larissa lets out a groan, rolling her hips and arching her back off the bed.

“Answer me, love.”

“Y- mmh - y-yes.” Larissa’s voice is much breathier than usual - you glance up again and smirk when you see her rolling her own nipple between her fingers, when you see her belly ripple as she writhes against the mattress.

“You’re so sensitive,” you whisper as you flick your tongue over Larissa’s clit - she moans and grinds her hips into your mouth, and you feel her blood smear across your chin. You must be covered now, the lower half of your face red and wet. “Look at me.”

She does, her pupils dilated with lust and her cheeks flushed. Her eyelids flutter - they look heavy, as though it’s taking all her strength to keep them open - particularly when you choose that moment to wrap your lips around her throbbing clit and suck. She draws in a sharp breath and her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her hips roll erratically against your face.

The noises she lets out are becoming more and more lewd as your tongue draws hard, fast circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves. You feel she may be close to coming undone completely - and you are, too. The tangy, metallic flavor of her heat is like nothing you’ve ever tasted - in combination with the musky, womanly scent that fills your nostrils, it causes the coil in your belly to tighten.

The pull is too difficult to resist - your tongue trails from Larissa’s cunt to her inner thighs and you nose the area. Her skin is warm and soft and a little sweaty, and you lick your lips before pressing them firmly to her tender flesh. Your fangs are extended and you graze them over the skin, drawing a whimper from your lover - when you glance up, you see her fist desperately at the sheets beneath her.

“Darling…” Her voice comes out a breathy whisper - it makes your entire body prickle with warmth.

“Shh,” you whisper, before sinking your fangs slowly into her skin. She draws in a sharp breath, her leg twitching, and you immediately flatten your tongue and soothe it over the puncture wounds, swallowing the drops of blood that have surfaced. Another gasp escapes Larissa’s mouth and she brings her hands to your hair, holding you firmly in place against her thigh.

“Such a good girl,” you murmur as you suck the remaining blood from the wounds, the taste like a drug to you.

“P-please…” Larissa squirms and you take pity on her, kissing your way across her skin back to her clit and circling the throbbing bud with your tongue. She bucks her hips into your mouth, her fingers twisting in your hair, her nails scratching your scalp.

Larissa’s thighs tremble around your head and she can no longer keep her eyes open - she drops her head back against the pillow, her chest heaving as she squeezes her eyes shut. Her jaw goes slack and her face contorts in ecstasy as pleasure washes over her. You place a warm hand over her belly as you lap at her folds, feeling her stomach muscles contract as she rides out her high.

When Larissa finally relaxes back against the covers, you pull away, the lower half of your face coated in a mixture of her arousal and her blood. She’s breathing heavily, her hands caressing her own body as she attempts to come back down to earth, and you crawl up to meet her. Her eyes widen as she takes in the messy sight before her.

“I’m sor-”

“Kiss me,” you command, and before Larissa can process your request, you crash your lips into hers. She lets out a surprised squeak, then a deep groan as your tongue slips into her mouth and twirls against her own. At first, you aren’t sure if she’s disgusted at the taste of her own blood, but then she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you flush against her, deepening the kiss and letting out a pleased hum.

“How do you feel now?” you mumble against her lips as you part for air. You have to bite back a groan as you look down at her - she looks divine, the blood from your mouth having smeared across her chin and nose - it stokes your appetite all over again.

Larissa’s cheeks turn pink and she bats her eyelashes, her lips curling into a shy smile. “Sated.”

It’s a sentiment you agree with - you feel as though a thirst you’ve had your entire life has suddenly been quenched. You ask Larissa to wait right there for you as you draw a bath for the two of you, then come to get her and help her into the water. She leans back into you, tilting her neck to the side and allowing you to litter her skin in faint bruises and shallow puncture marks as her eyelids grow heavy with sleep. You know that eventually the water will grow cold and you’ll have to wake her and coax her to bed - but for now, you’re content to simply love on her and admire the soft smile on her lips as she relaxes into you. Your lover. Your everything.

x

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[puddle-nerd]

Trust in Me

Summary: You finally get the reason out of your boyfriend, Lo’ak, why he’s put a stop to anything past second base. (Lo’ak/Female Human Reader)

Prompt #9 for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Xenophilia (Alien Genitalia), Female Reader, Human Reader, Aged Up Characters, Everyone is Legal, Yes they’re both eighteen+!, Friends to Lovers, Interspecies Relationship(s), Size Difference, Na’vi Biology, Hand Jobs, Begging

Author’s Notes: So, if anyone’s read my stories before, I usually wrote the male Avatars and Na’vi as having similar parts as humans (i.e. d!ck and ball$). This challenge in particular was for actually describing alien genitalia so I challenged myself… and used Bad Dragon as an idea base. If anyone’s interested, I used Sleipnir and (very, very loosely) Ky’el to write out my description, if you want some visuals – heavy on the Sleipnir – and threw in a knot for good measure.

Na’vi Translation:

Tweng — loincloth

Yawntu – loved one | lover | beloved person

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“I think we should stop.”

It was the same thing every single time.

You and Lo’ak had been friends since your twin brother had dragged you out into the Omatikayan forests and had you befriended the Sully children. Though, as a teenager, you technically got along more with Kiri, Lo’ak had always had a special place in your heart. When it came out that you mutually had a crush on the other, you had officially started dating. And it had been going good for the last seven and a half months but now in the last eleven days, any time you tried to do more than just some kissing or some light upper body groping, your boyfriend, your sweet, wonderful, usually enthusiastic boyfriend would suddenly put a stop to anything and everything sexual. He would draw away from you or literally pick you up and move you off of him since he was nearly twice the size of you. And the constant rejections were beginning to wound your pride.

“Do you… do you not… want me?” you asked quietly, drawing away from Lo’ak and looking up at him with distressed eyes.

The younger Sully son, still all long gangly limbs even at eighteen-years-old, jerked, his ears and tail twitching in alarm. “No, Mamas,” he immediately exploded, his voice rising high in offense. “No, I want you. Trust me. I do. A lot. I just…” You leaned forward and kneeled between his thighs, cupping his angular jaw in your hands which looked so much smaller when touching his beautiful sapphire skin. “I’ve seen your brother’s… stuff… and I don’t… I look… I look different. Alien… Weird… Freaky…”

You blinked and tried not to smile in relief.

It wasn’t you.

You hadn’t done anything wrong.

He was just worried.

“Lo,” you murmured softly, trying to contain you bemused grin, “I kind of figured you’d look a little different than anyone human.” His cheeks went a little purple in a blush and you leaned in kissing just above the pink tip of his nose. “How about…” you suggested softly, lifting the mask hanging around his collarbones, “you let me be the judge of what I can handle? Hmmm? I really want to see you, Lo’ak.” You leaned in, kissing the underside of his jaw, adding, “I really want to touch you.” He sighed behind the plastic as he sucked in carbon rich air and you moved to kiss up beneath his ear, one of his beaded braids resting against your temple. “I really want to pleasure you.” He groaned as you nipped at the sensitive skin of his neck. “Do you trust me?”

He nodded, sighing, “You know I do, Mamas.”

“Then trust me now,” you begged him softly, pulling back and meeting his golden gaze with your eyes. “Please?”

Lo’ak smirked slightly and leaned in, kissing you once more. “Okay, baby, you win,” he replied.

The Na’vi sat back on your bed, making himself as comfortable as possible as he slowly, carefully undid his tewng, pulling it off and revealing his naked body to your gaze. You gazed curiously down at a slit on his pelvis where a human’s cock would be with a slight bulge on either side of the opening. Carefully, you reached out and caressed the fleshy bulge and finding it soft, like a hairless human scrotum would be, watching your boyfriend shiver, “Does it hurt?”

“No, no,” he quickly reassured you. “Feels good. And the more… the more I get aroused, the more I’ll come out.”

You nodded, adding, “It’s probably safer that way – more protected.” He nodded, remembering the few times Spider had gotten hurt between the legs during his growing years and had had to stop and recover. “Can I touch you like this?” You proceeded to gently run your finger along the slit, feeling a slight slickness that you would find on yourself when you decided to indulge in self-gratification. Your boyfriend hissed sharply and you looked up, to make sure it wasn’t a pain noise. Instead, you found him staring at you with pupils blown wide in his golden orbs, his jaw clenched in pleasure. “Good?” you asked, just for confirmation. He nodded instantly, tail twitching rapidly, ears swiveled towards you as he shifted his legs wider in encouragement. You lowered your gaze and touched him a little firmer.

A moan bubbled out of his pink lips at that and his slit began to open, revealing something pink within.

“That’s… that’s my cock, yawntu,” Lo’ak whimpered, his legs tensing slightly, “at least the tip of it. Gently… gently coax it out.” He sighed as you pressed your fingers into the top and bottom edges of his slit and caressed the crown, finding little nubs all over the pink head. He grunted as he began to slide out into the open blossoming under your careful strokes, his shaft slowly filling with blood as you ignited his lust with your tender ministrations. “Oh, fuck… Mamas, just like that.” You gulped as he continued to slide further and further from his sheath and thicken, revealing noticeable ridges decorating the underside of his length. And towards the base of his cock was a ring of flesh, slightly thicker with more of those little nubs. He must have noticed you staring because he added, “Neteyam’s mentioned it’s a knot, meant to make sure my mate will keep my seed inside longer and heighten the chance of pregnancy.”

You admitted, “I might… not… be able to take that, Lo. You’re already really thick.” He nodded, panting. He took another breath from his mask. “Can I keep touching you?” you asked.

Lo’ak nodded, murmuring, “Yes, please. You’re making me feel so good already.”

You beamed to yourself and settled your gaze back on him and barely managed to wrap your fingers around the tip. His cock seemed to emit its own lubrication so it made stroking your hand down to the base easier, though with how thick it got, well, it was going to take your body some training to get it to fit inside of you. And you repeated the movement.

Down… and up…

Down and up.

“Oh, baby,” Lo’ak whined, beginning to shift his hips into your touch, little aborted jerks of his pelvis as if he was fighting not to thrust into you like he wanted to do. “Please, please… can you… can you grip it harder? Please?” he begged. You complied, meeting his half-lidded gaze. “Just a little tighter. Oh, yes, yawntu, yes, j-just like that.” Your boyfriend clenched his jaw and hissed through his sharp teeth. You squeezed a bit more as you neared the base of him and he let out a cross between a rumbling growl and a whine causing wetness to pool between your bare thighs. “Oh, baby. Yes. Please, please, please.” An idea came to you and you shifted your weight to straddle his calf, the ridge of his bone giving you enough stimulation to grind against him and feel sparks of pleasure from each jolt of your hips. “Oh fuck, Mamas! Are you fucking yourself on my leg?”

You flushed but didn’t stop your hands or your panty covered pelvis. “Maybe,” you admitted, grinding down onto him harder.

Lo’ak’s tail lashed in arousal. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whined.

With renewed determination, you moved your hands even quicker, trying to make sure to keep squeezing him as his cock thickened further. Your slick leaked out of you and onto his shin through the now drenched fabric and made your movements even easier, if possible. You wanted to cum but you wanted to make this good for your boyfriend, too. And at this point, the tip of his cock was beginning to drip with pre-cum, a lightly blue bioluminescent glow emitting from the slick.

“So close, baby, please,” Lo’ak nearly sobbed, fucking himself up into your hands earnestly. You grabbed onto the swelling knot with one hand and stroked the ribbed underside of his shaft to the best of your ability with the other, squeezing as hard as you could.

That seemed to do the trick.

Lo’ak came with a loud, drawn-out grunt, throwing his head back into the wall as glowing blue cum spurted out of him, his knot swelling firmer and the ridges beneath flaring as if to assist locking his cock into place. Splatters of the stuff landed everywhere, your hands, your bedding, his thighs, your hair, his lower stomach, your face… At least it smelled pleasant. He sighed, bringing the mask up to his face once more and breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath and grinned down at you smugly.

“That’s even hotter,” he chuckled. “You’re gonna smell like me for days.”

You pouted up at him. “My turn? I didn’t finish.”

“Yeah, yawntu, definitely your turn.”

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Originally Posted: 22 December 2023

Word Count: 1,470

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[1800-fight-me]

Confessions

Aemond Targaryen x female!reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Alcohol use and reader being drunk, no other warnings- it’s pure fluff!

Word count: Almost 700

Author’s note: IDK what happened to me y’all this idea took hold this afternoon and here it is, barely edited lol P.S. Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing! My askbox and taglist are always open! Come interact with me! Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

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Synopsis: You lost a bet that you could outdrink Aegon which leads to unexpected confessions. 

“Aemond!” you yelled as you banged on his door. 

The guards standing at his door gave you sidelong judging looks but you stuck your tongue out at them. 

“Ae-,” your shout was interrupted by a hiccup, “-mond!” 

You ceaselessly hammered your fist against the door. 

Finally the door opened a crack to reveal the object of your desire. 

“What?” he asked, tone clearly perturbed but your drunken fuzzy mind did not pick up on his annoyance. 

He looked good. His hair was down, the eyepatch off and his sapphire eye twinkled in the firelight, and he was shirtless. 

“Aemond!” you squealed as you threw yourself into his arms. 

He wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. 

You buried your face in the tensed muscles you felt there and took a deep breath in at the delicious warm smell of his skin. 

He pulled back slightly and placed a hand on your face to tilt your gaze up to meet his. 

“What are you doing here so late?” he asked as he looked at you with concern. His lips were pressed together and you wanted to pull them apart, place your own lips on them. 

He cleared his throat and you realized you had not answered his question, so caught up in staring at his pretty lips. 

He cheekbones are beautiful as well, surely as sharp as the blades he loves to wield. 

He said your name and your eyes met his once again. 

“I missed you,” you said simply. 

He raised his eyebrow at you. 

“You missed me,” he repeated and you giggled. 

“Yes, you are very handsome.” 

“And you’re inebriated.”

“Much more handsome than your brother, by the way,” you said with another giggle. 

He pulled you into his room and shut the door behind him without releasing you from his embrace. You didn’t realize that was largely due to his worry about your lack of balance in your current state. 

“My brother? Were you with Aegon?” he asked, his tone making its way towards anger. 

You hiccuped. 

“Yes, I made a bet that I could out drink him,” you said with another giggle. 

“That is a fucking terrible idea,” he said, though his lip quirked up in amusement. 

“Yes indeed. I lost, badly,” you said and then became distracted by his gorgeous hair. 

You ran your fingers through it. 

“So pretty,” you whispered in awe and he chuckled. 

“What was the bet?” he asked as he led you to his sitting area and sat you down before he sat on the couch next to you. 

You immediately scooted closer to him and pressed your side to his. 

He wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder. 

You took a deep breath in, relished once again  in his masculine scent as snuggled into his side. 

He murmured your name. 

“Hm?” 

“Why were you drinking with Aegon?” he asked curiously. 

“He said that if I outdrank him then he wouldn’t tell you. And if I won he would have to stop being such a prick. But I lost, sorry,” you said and then yawned and closed your eyes. 

“Tell me what?” he asked, his voice soft and full of concern. 

You shook your head. 

“Little heart, what is it that you don’t want Aegon to tell me?” 

You sighed deeply before you pulled back to look at him. 

Gods, he’s so pretty. 

“That I love you,” you said quietly and insecurely. 

He laughed softly and your eyes instantly filled with tears at the rejection. 

“Cease your tears you ridiculous woman,” he said with a soft smile on his face. 

“It is good to hear that you love me. I love you as well. And we are betrothed, remember?” 

His blue eye sparkled with amusement. 

“Oh,” you said and giggled. 

He shook his head at you in amusement before he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I am glad we are betrothed,” you said as you once again settled at his side and rested your head on his shoulder. 

“As am I,” you heard him say, voice full of gentleness and love, as you drifted off to sleep.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Kill My Ex (?) Chapter 2 - dark!Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x Ex-girlfriend , Rick Flag x Fem!Reader (slightly)

Warning: Manipulation, betrayal, delusional character.

Summary: Lloyd finally has her back in his arms. He thinks he could bring back the old Y/N who loved him. But what about Y/N?

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2,-

Life is difficult sometimes, and it’s not easy to wake up every day and go through what you have to face. But the beauty in difficult times is we can share it with the people who care. 

For you being able to meet others like friends and family is a privilege. 

Because since the day your ex Lloyd Hansen caught you, he never left you alone. You’ve never seen him this possessive when you left him three years ago. His demeanor changed because he almost lost everything he had built to catch this one guy.

He makes sure everything is going along with his plan. 

He starts to rebuild and fix his name in the security business. Like today, you will accompany Lloyd to a charity party where he meets potential clients.

You looked at yourself through the mirror. You wear an expensive dress from Valentino and an expensive necklace hanging on your neck. Lloyd gave you an expensive gift to spoil you. But you don’t feel anything because he held your fiance hostage.

Suddenly the bathroom door got knocked, and a voice could be heard from outside. "Y/N hurry up, we need to go."

You sighed heavily and opened the door. "I’m ready." 

When he saw you walking out of the dressing room, Lloyd felt accomplished seeing you looking beautiful with the dress and accessories. 

"Perfect. I knew sapphire would be perfect with you." He kisses your cheeks while you hold your urge not to vomit.

He linked your arm with his "Let's go."

At the party. 

When rich people gathered, some people could feel intimidated. You feel it too, but not with Lloyd. This kind of event is his playground. 

He is always confident and charismatic, and the guest also got mesmerized by him. The other reason is that his uncle Reynold Hansen, the Vice President, held the event. 

You knew Reynold Hansen as a terrible person. His history in the military is also bad. There's evidence that could prove that, but then 'poof' it's gone. 

It must be Lloyd who made it possible.  

Hansen men are scary. They are persistent; they will do anything to get what they want, no matter their method. 

Reynold saw you sitting at the table alone, he talked to Lloyd. "I told you to get rid everything related to the mission. Instead you keep her and a patient."

Lloyd smirked. "Be grateful that I made a path to make you win, uncle." 

He won't let anyone talk shit about you, he whispered near Reynold's ear. “If back then you and the President not so fucked up in the head, it won’t be like this.”

Reynold scoffed. “Look at yourself, Lloyd, we’re the same. Both of us have fucked up minds. You imprisoned the woman you love.”

What Reynold said kicked Lloyd in the nuts because what he said it’s true. 

Lloyd believed that if you stayed beside him, he could make the old you return.

Perhaps because he already faced death before, it was a miracle he could wake up. The moment he wakes up from his deathbed, all he can't think about is you. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you. 

The story between you and Lloyd starts from the day he entered Harvard. You’re quiet and intelligent in class but always follow him around. Everyone is sure you will enter a famous fund management company after graduation. 

But instead, you join the CIA. Everyone said you are crazy, but Lloyd likes it because he likes being a priority. 

When he got kicked out from the CIA, you also joined him. With your brain, both of you build Hansen Security together. 

No matter what method he used to capture the target, you never complained like Susan. 

He knew you had feelings towards him, but he didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he played with it. As long you stay with him.

He admit that it was a stupid move and that his biggest regret. Because you suddenly quit being his business partner and left without saying goodbye. 

When he found out you joined the task force, he wondered why, but the reason was still unanswered.

Then he felt like being shot when he saw you with Rick Flag. It made him mad. 

That man doesn't deserve you. It was perfect timing when Reynold asked him to eliminate Amanda Waller's task force. 

Kill two birds with one stone. 

Now he has you in his arms; he won't let this chance turn to dust. 

He won't betray your trust anymore. He knew you hated him, but he would never let you go. 

And he admires your will to survive even know you hate every time he touches and kisses your cheeks. He never sees your disgust and anger through your expression. 

Reynold knew his nephew was lunatic and sadistic, but he needed Lloyd to get where he stood. He sips the champagne. "But still, I don't like her."

"You don't have to."

Sometimes Lloyd hates this trait from family. If a man and woman from Hansen like someone, they will only love that one person for the rest of their life. 

“My wife wants to talk to her. She wonder what kind of woman could tolerate you.”

Lloyd chuckled. “She probably like Y/N.”

While both men were talking, an older woman walked towards you. The way she walks shows how elegant she is, and every guest nods their head to show their respect.

Her name is Caroline Hansen. She came from a well-known family who was always famous for philanthropy and charity. 

She saw you sitting alone and sat in the empty chair beside you. Her strong perfume doesn’t make you nauseous but calms you. “Mrs. Caroline.”

“Y/N, we finally meet.” She puts her hand on your shoulder, and then her eyes move to your stomach, which you’ve been stroking the whole time. She couldn’t help to ask, “How long have you been pregnant?”

You gulped. “Three months.”

Caroline put her hands on her mouth like she was excited. “Congratulations, my dear. But how are you feelings?”

“I’m fine.”

She asked again, “How are you feeling?”

Her question made you breathe and sigh heavily; you lowered your head to ensure Lloyd couldn’t read your lips. “I’m this close to lose my mind.”

Caroline wanted to say something to you, but she saw her husband and Lloyd near the table; she gripped your hand and whispered, "Remember the goal Y/N. I will contact you."

After she said that, she slowly stood up and approached Reynold, and both greeted the other guest. While Lloyd sits beside you, he leans closer. “Is she nice to you?”

You smiled at him and tapped his right thigh. “Yes, she’s really lovely.” The only person in this room who cares about you.

At Lloyd's residence.

Your body rests on a shared bed with Lloyd while he massages your foot. After the party, he noticed how you walk is different, so he did this. 

"Carol wants to meet you. Do you want to?"

You lowered your book and looked at him. "Hmm, sure." 

After being with him for months, you knew how to deal with him. Always acknowledge and look him in the eye whenever you talk to him. He never touched her sexually, but you never know how long he kept this act. 

Every night he always got a nightmare. Not being a winner affects him badly. He will calm down as long as you rub his back where he got shot and massage his left palm, which lost a few fingers. 

Seeing him lower his guard made you think of a hundred ways to kill him. 

But you won't do it because the time is not right.

You have waited for this moment for 25 years.

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Running from the Flames {25}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fluff - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

I was going crazy. I had to be.

Pierre had disappeared first, then Granny had excused herself with Matthew before Grandad skipped along after with a feeble excuse of wanting to get to know her new husband and make sure he was treating her well. Then Otmar said he needed to find Esteban but he had walked off in the opposite direction to where you could see his dark head of hair two tables over.

As I sat alone at the table, wondering what had happened to everyone, I looked around for a familiar face but instead I heard a giggle that I knew well. I spun around at the sound and froze as I found everyone that had gone missing and then some.

Pierre stood in front of all of our family that had flown in for the final race, Addie grinning from his arms.

Everyone was dressed in to the nines and they looked like they belonged on the red carpet they would have walked to enter the event. I had never seen my mum in a ball gown but she looked absolutely gorgeous, just like Pierre’s mother, the two women linking their arms together as they smiled at me.

My eyes were drawn back to Pierre as he stepped forward and carried Addie with him, her excitement making her clap her hands. My heart started beating erratically with each step and I rose to my feet to meet him face to face.

“Pierre…” I whispered as he kissed Addie’s temple and placed her feet on the ground.

“I have spent hours planning what to say, but when I look at you, I can barely remember how to breathe. I thought my life had purpose until the day you and Addie walked into my garage. You turned my world upside down and I will forever be grateful for finding the parts of me that were missing.” Pierre gracefully dropped to one knee and took Addie’s hand. “You make me want to be the best version of myself, to be a father that makes his little girl proud…and a husband that spends every day showing his wife she is loved. I can’t do that without you, Bri. Will you marry me?”

I knew then why Granny had insisted on waterproof makeup as I tried to blink away the tears so nothing would blur the image of Addie handing Pierre a small white box. Pierre thanked her sweetly before peering up at me, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears while his fingers trembled as they opened the box.

I wasn’t the only one that gasped as the three gemstones caught the lights. It was a beautiful ring; a large sapphire set between two diamonds that sparkled like the many shorelines we had walked hand in hand.

I had no words but I didn’t need them. He knew me better than I knew myself and his smile widened as my bottom lip trembled and I nodded as more tears fell. My hand shook more than his as he slipped the ring onto my finger and kissed it before standing up, scooping Addie up with him. His arm curled around my waist and my feet were swept off the floor as he spun around to the cheers of our families and friends.

Our kiss held the hint of salt from our tears that united on our cheeks until Addie pushed her hand between us and we pulled away with a laugh.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me.”

Pierre rested his forehead against mine and sighed. “I never want to do anything like this again, I felt ill trying to keep this a surprise.”

“Well, that’s a good start,” I teased, “it would raise a red flag if you wanted to propose again.”

He chuckled and dipped his lips to my ears. “That’s not what I meant.”

I pulled away with a smile and waved my mum over. “I’ve actually got my own surprise. I was going to wait until tomorrow but since everyone is here…Mum?”

“Right here, honey,” she said as she pulled the folded papers out of her clutch. “Been carrying these around all day just in case.”

Pierre wet his dry lips with his tongue as he wondered what she was handing me. I let him take Addie’s weight as I used both hands to unfold the documents that had been six months in the making.

The crowd around us had grown substantially and most of the drivers were amongst our families with their principals as well. Everyone here knew my story, they knew my history, and they had been there to support Pierre and I with the aftermath of it becoming public news.

“To everyone here you are already Addie’s dad,” I said as I straightened out the kinks in the pages, “and there is no one I know that is a more patient, caring man deserving of the title than you.”

Addie smooshed Pierre’s cheeks together and grinned at him, his own smile widening in response as she cooed, “My daddy.”

“That’s right, ma fille.”

I handed him the papers and he took them with one hand.

“You’ve already promised her that she can take the Gasly name when she turns eighteen but what if I said she didn’t have to wait?”

“How?” he asked with astonishment as he shifted Addie to his hip so he could flip through the papers, pausing at the page where four signatures were already inked, penned beside yesterday's date.

“I know a good lawyer,” I said with a grateful smile to my mum.

I had feared the day Erik was released from prison and tried to get back into my life through Addie. After quite a bit of digging, mum had found out Erik and Trent were only working together for the money they knew would come by blackmailing my family. Erik never wanted a relationship with Addie, and I had never been more relieved. He had happily signed away his parental rights with his lawyer and a witness and I had accepted it with mine.

“What is that?” Jean-Jacques asked when a tear slipped over Pierre’s lashes.

Pierre smiled at his dad. “The best gift ever. Does anyone have a pen?”

Lewis was ready with one that he carried around to sign autographs with and he grinned as he saw the letterhead of the document when he handed it over. “Congratulations, man.”

Without Erik being able to interfere it was going to be a relatively simple process for Pierre to adopt Addie like he had once wished when we were out one night and saw a shooting star. It had seemed like a far-fetched idea at the time but I couldn’t shake the image of hope on his face as he talked about being a family in every sense of the word, a family that would one day grow.

Charles pushed forward and peeked over Pierre’s shoulder as he signed the forms that would begin the process and he gasped. “Adoption Order? No way! That’s like the best news of the night, ah, well, equally best news, of course, since I’m going to finally be your best man. So when is the wedding?”

“Bro, we just got engaged,” Pierre laughed as he handed the signed papers over to my mum to take care of and pulled me back into his arms.

“Yeah, but you made a ten year plan the second you met her.” Charles looked around the drivers and pointed to Daniel. “We even held a little funeral for you at the Monaco afterparty, didn’t we?”

Daniel tipped his head back with a roaring laugh that was contagious. “Another bachelor gone but not forgotten.”

“Haha, really funny,” Pierre said with a roll of his eyes but he couldn’t contain his own laughter. “I’ll remember this when you assholes finally settle down.”

“Daddy, that’s a naughty word,” Addie tutted, encouraging another round of laughs from his colleagues.

“I’m sorry, but they deserve it.” Pierre looked around the gathering and saw even the investors had joined the crowd. “Now, I think I have rubbed enough elbows for the evening that no one will protest if I go and celebrate with my family.”

Pierre laced his fingers with mine, lifting my hand to admire the ring that fit perfectly upon it with a beaming smile. His nose grazed along my jawline, his lips softly trailing until he reached my ear and whispered, “You have made me the happiest man, my beautiful fiancée.”

“I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to keep you that way.” I tugged on the bowtie he hated to wear and unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt so he could relax a little bit in the formal attire. “It’s a shame we aren’t in Vegas anymore.”

“My mum would probably kill me if we eloped.”

I giggled and nodded, knowing my own wouldn’t be happy with the idea either. “And my mum would probably get her off the charges. So a big wedding?”

“Go big or go home.”

“Alright, alright, enough whispering sweet nothings among lovers,” Charles teased as he approached. “Let’s go, I’m starving.”

“Oh, sorry, Leclerc, Alpine family only,” Otmar chimed in as he swiped his suit jacket from the back of his chair. “Unless you’re looking for a new team next season?”

I rolled my eyes and nudged the crestfallen Ferrari driver. “Tonight’s an exception, right Uncle?”

Otmar narrowed his eyes at the term I hardly used once I grew older. “She’s playing dirty. Fine, you can come but I know it’s only because you hate these events as much as Pierre.”

“I’m not going to deny that,” Charles said with a grin to his friend.

“Don’t stay out too late,” Frederic reminded his driver before making his way back to Ferrari’s table, a final piece of advice cast over his shoulder with a wave. “You can drink as much as you want tomorrow night.”

I turned to Pierre. “Why didn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to hold onto it another day?” he asked with a cheeky grin as he reached for my ring and I pulled it back.

“No, I was just curious.”

His smile faded as he turned thoughtful. “Because we never know what will happen out there and I knew I would regret missing this moment if I didn’t.”

He saw how his words affected me and passed Addie over to Charles so he could pull me fully into his arms. “I wish I could promise you everything will be okay.”

“I prefer your honesty,” I replied softly as my lips hovered over his. “No regrets.”

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐔.

—» content warnings : afab-reader,she/her pronouns, mature themes, smut, implied voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, threesum,mirror sex; mention of brothels,sex workers and mentions of Kokonoi Hajime. worc count — 0.95k LINKS SECTION

BONTEN INUI SEISHU is reserved and doesn't talk much unless he notices Kokonoi's eyebrows growing closer. And the moment he opens his mouth, the rest of the visitors are silenced. Rumor along the underworld is that he is just the bodyguard of the handsome treasurer of Bonten, Kokonoi Hajime but Inui didn’t care as long as Coco seals those deals smoothly. He is the eyes and ears for him and he is quite tactful in his works.

Kokonoi was quite worried about him. What if this life of blood and violence rubbed off on him? Koko didn’t want him to be the reason he resorted to violence and his prayer glistened with hope when he saw inupi visiting clubs, enjoying the glint of neon lights just to gather intel, just for him.

While Kokonoi handles the deals, BONTEN INUI SEISHU takes care of every gawking eye, every prying ear that might hinder their plans. And sometimes when they are off to seal a deal in a nightclub, he doesn't fail to notice that familiar face that has been there every time he visited the clubs. Initially, he thought that it must be Coco’s charms, and in moments like that he never fails to put it to good use but this time it was quite odd.

“Ya’know Coco doesn’t make it a habit of picking street girls unless you …”, he took a pause eyeing you up and down as he lets out a puff of smoke into the air yet his sapphire pearls were bestowed on you. “To be useful”, he whispered into your ear.

And before he could retreat you placed your palm over his firm chest exclaiming in a low voice, “You might wanna hide that tattoo of yours, there are people looking for both of you, sir. ” and that was all.

And before you could vanish into the thin air, Inui grabbed your hand pulling you against his body and exclaiming, “I will find you if are a snitch” He noticed your silence and released your hand unwillingly.

While you faded into the back of the alley, he rolled down his sleeves hiding his bonten tattoo that was marked on the side of his inner wrist. No, of course, he didn’t have to worry about handling a few bugs, and hence, he brushed it off thinking she might be new on the streets who still doesn’t know that every ounce of information could turn your world upside down.

OH! His life was not all roses and sunshine, and neither was Coco’s. When they failed to close a deal both the men went to clubs, especially sex clubs. Kokonoi watches Seishu as he tames the brattiest girl on the shift, while Kokonoi enjoys the booze and the show.

And, when she is a little weak, they either take turns or he holds her until she loses the count of how many times Koko came inside her. Something about watching Koko fuck a girl, breaking the bonten code just turns him on. Most of the girls know about them since Koko lavishly spends money whenever they close an important deal.

BONTEN INUI SEISHU is very observative and doesn’t fail to notice how that girl who just served the drinks is occasionally staring at him. Most of the time, he doesn’t pay much attention but when he can sense the deal is on, he doesn't waste any further to have a little chat with his partner.

And the next moment, he is busy spreading the girl’s legs , putting them on his shoulders to rub his hard cock against the leaking pussy. Nah! He doesn’t go all in until he gains some info about the opposing party. He prefers to raw dog a girl since he knows all the girls are clean and what’s the worse that could happen? After all, they’re the popular ones, especially him being the familiar face has its own perks.

Sometimes, BONTEN INUI SEISHU sneaks out of a meeting because he just wants to annoy Coco a little. So, he just picks the girl who was recruited for serving the day’s meeting and takes her to the bathroom to watch her moan and roll her eyes as he fucks her from the back.

Something about rolling the hair around his hand, watching the reflection of his bonten tattoo in the mirror, and hearing the girl beg for more just makes him more addicted to the taste of breaking the rules.

Even though he searched for you, who saved their lives all he could do is to be a regular customer of that bar where he met you. And one day, when he was sitting at the bar enjoying his drink alone while Kokonoi is busy with negotiations; he noticed the bracelet when he was served with another whisky sour.

“Told ya I would find you! Had to run through hell … but I did find you”, he utters majestically taking a sip and watching your ears burn in red hues.

One thing that BONTEN INUI SEISHU learnt in this world of violence is not to keep debts pending but he didn’t exactly know how to clear your share. He knew money or sex wouldn’t amuse you so now he occasionally visits your bar to watch you, to listen to your songs, and to think how to pay you out.

No, violence didn’t rub off on him, affection did and that’s how Koko noticed how Inupi has been a little sneaky on their every meeting.

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[drsteggy]

Happy New Year, have some fluff

So, I’m going over my WIP stuff to see what makes sense to keep and what makes sense to toss in the wood pile and I found this. Pretty sure it was written for some ZeLink week thing and then I never did the rest of the prompts despite a plan. That week always happens in one of the busiest parts of my year so although I always want to, it rarely actually happens. But this did and I like it so time to release it to the world.

The Dragon of Lanayru on AO3 but if you’re not logged in, I’ll share it below the cut

What if she says no?

Why are there so many butterflies in his gut?

Would she say no?

He flips the top of the small black box open again, nearly fumbling it and its precious contents to the ground. The inside is lined with deep blue velvet, encasing a silver ring with a silent princess of diamond and sapphire on it. It was a custom order. It had taken six months. He had to take out one old talus for some of the stones.

He runs a finger over one of the jeweled petals. He hopes it’s enough. He hopes it isn’t too much. She has practically said yes when they have had vague talks about their future.

Would she say no? Why does part of him think she would say no?

He closes the box and slips it into a pocket, before moving it to a bag on his belt that buckles closed. He closes his eyes and smiles to himself. The ring is real. He can work on making the rest of it real.

*********

It’s been a decade since the Calamity ended. They move through the world together with different rhythms than what he recalls from before. He still has holes in his memory, still has moments when he feels the world twist and lurch and sometimes he comes away with some new puzzle piece of his past that doesn’t always make sense.

The world continues on its own, as well. There were so few who remembered the Hyrule of over a hundred years earlier when he first staggered out of that cave, blinking at the sun. There are even fewer now, as Impa and Robbie have both gone on to the Sacred Realm.

He wishes Impa could officiate. That will be Paya’s duty instead.

He will have to ask her. After he asks Zelda.

It’s been two months since he received the little black box lined in blue velvet. He opens it every day, inspecting the delicate jeweled blossom inside. He keeps it tucked safely in the bag with the buckles on his belt.

It’s almost time.

They are in Kakariko this week so Zelda can meet with Paya and discuss some discovery she has made with Purah. Link does not understand all the nuances, not the way she does. She is so excited to have the time to meet with people who do. She is so much smarter than he is.

He is glad to give her that time, if it makes her happy.

He picks her up at what is now Paya’s house, just as the sun begins a lazy slide toward the western horizon. He offers her his arm and she takes it with a warm smile, falling into step with him.

He’s moved the small black box lined with deep blue velvet to his pants pocket. His long tunic covers up the bulge it creates. She probably won’t see it.

“I was thinking,” he says. “How about dinner at one of the places on Lanayru promenade?”

“It’s a bit of a walk, isn’t it?” She wrinkles her forehead at the idea. It’s been a long day. Thinking is hard work. As hard as physical work, from what he’s seen. A different hard, maybe, but she seems tired after talking about ideas all day.

Lanayru promenade experienced a renaissance since the end of the Calamity. The broad cobblestone roads have been repaired; shops and restaurants have thrived. It’s not quite an extension of Kakariko, yet not quite its own entity either.

“I promise it’s worth it.” He tells her.

********

Dinner is perfectly prepared Hyrule bass, caught that morning; roasted and served on a bed of wild greens. Their table is private and offers a view of the falls that feed the waterway. They flirt quietly in the candle light as twilight rises, only standing to leave after the waitstaff checks in a third time.

He holds her close and she melts into him, her fingers tracing his collarbone, light as a firefly, striking sparks on his skin. He cups the back of her skull, dragging his thumb along the nape of her neck, breathing her in.

“This has been a lovely evening. Thank you so much.” Her fingers trail off his chest and down his arm before falling off. “It’s late and I’m tired, let’s go back.”

Let’s go back. That won’t work in his plan.

“Hey,” he catches her hand, slipping his fingers between hers. “The dragon is supposed to fly over the promenade soon. Don’t you want to see the dragon?”

She meets his eyes with a sigh and bites her lip. He watches her weigh that offer with the promise of a warm bed. The moment stretches out, and he starts to scramble for a backup plan he doesn’t have. He swallows and hopes she doesn’t see when she says, a little resigned, “Okay. Let’s see the dragon.”

He holds himself still, though he wants to bounce on the balls of his feet. “I know the best spot.”

He leads her up the promenade a little, trying to not seem to eager or excited. There’s an overpass crossing the water and he walks her up the stone steps, taking a place along the railing, facing Mount Lanayru where the dragon makes her home. There’s a crowd already forming, waiting for the dragon’s nightly appearance. Zelda places her hands on the railing and he stands behind her, resting his chin in her shoulder, his hands over hers. The night is a little cooler than he expected, so he hopes when he shivers against her,it doesn’t seem odd to her.

The wind picks up and Link looks along the promenade. Naydra is right on time. Her front pair of limbs lazily swim through the air as she makes her rounds, ignoring the mortals below her. Zelda gasps beside him. Has she never seen this beautiful blue dragon who watches over the Spring of Wisdom? He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close as he shivers, hairs standing up on his neck.

He remembers the first time he saw the dragon. She had been twisted around the icy stones hiding the Spring of Wisdom, malice coating her, contorting her in unnatural, painful ways. He stood before her, unsure if she would strike him dead for the sin of seeing her in such a state.

Instead, she asked him to free her.

He wonders if Naydra ever noticed him again. She doesn’t seem to now as she makes her rounds. Her body stretches over them, icy crystals falling from the air around her. She swims onward, silent, keeping her own council.

Zelda’s face is tilted upwards, her mouth open. He can feel her smile against his cheeks.

Naydra’s tail with its wide blue-green spikes finally passes overhead

“Oh,” Zelda’s breath is warm against his ear. “Thank you. That was lovely. I’m glad you brought me here.”

Naydra had repaid him by leading his to a secret behind the spring, helping him toward this very moment.

He slips his hand into his pocket, and draws out the small black box with the deep blue velvet lining and it’s own secret inside. He holds it before her and flips open the lid as she cocks her head in curiosity. He trembles against her when she gasps again, understanding the implied question.

She turns to face him, tears in her eyes, joy on her features.

“Yes. Yes. Of course. Yes.”

She cups his face in her hands and pulls him to her, meeting his mouth with hers. The temperature always drops when Naydra passes by overhead, and Zelda is so warm, so warm. Her lips and tongue play against his; he is barely aware of the people around them cheering the dragon on.

Yes. She said yes.

[science-lings]

Top 5 favorite LU fics you've read

Top 5 favorite fics that you've written too!

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first of all, I haven't been reading a whole lot of fic lately and I am absolutely terrible at keeping track of what I read and how much I like it so take that into account, also it's hard for me to decide which one I like the most just in general so it's less of a top five and more of a rec list lmao. anyway, without further ado...

Man, I Feel Like A by Ontoxay (xaymak): Wild has gender stuff, there is more than one of this theme and I only just realized it. He's genderfluid and starts out presenting femininely so the rest of the chain assumes that he's a woman and he kinda goes with it until it becomes a bit of a problem.

Different by Janazza, WhyDidIWriteThisTrainwreck: Another one with Wild vs Gender, where she's kind of a woman who dressed as a man since a very young age to keep with the standard of being the hero and singlehandedly inspired me to write my own Fem!Wild au, marketed as a Mulan AU.

Sapphire Circlets; (solution) by Aquaticflames: last Wild vs Gender one I promise, this time featuring Gerudo Town and Time being a bit of an enby king.

Not Half Pawd by Song Mina: Legend and Twilight get stuck in their animal forms and Wild is there too, they go on a road trip to fix that. Legend gets the pats he deserves.

Level One by LightBlueScrubs: this one is a more recent addition that I really enjoyed, most of the chain is part of an emergency trauma center which is all fine and good until someone familiar gets sent in to be treated. (it's Wild) I really liked how informative this one was, you can tell that the author actually works in the medical industry and knows how things work. This one made me enjoy learning things and that's always nice. It's like found family but they're all co-workers and exhausted. It balances POVs extremely well and bounces from past to present a lot to show Wild's relationship to each of them and why it's so devastating when he gets injured and it shows each of their reactions to finding out and UGH it's so good. Modern AUs can kinda be hit or miss, I like a lot of Zelda stuff for the magic and fantastical elements but this one is so good at making the characters interesting without having to include destiny and all that.

Now to my own fics...

Of Dubious Sophistication: My own Wild meets the chain fic, which is ongoing, slowly... but it focuses on different parts of his past and personality that he is trying to hide and how the chain slowly learns about him outside of their first impression of him. There's also more going on behind the surface but that's not a surprise. Most chapters are focused on Wild and another one of the chain, giving them each time to shine and a moment to realize that Wild is not what they thought he was.

Another Second Chance: Wild goes back in time to the AoC timeline to help prevent Ganons return, but no one recognizes him and he decides that it might just be best if they never find out. (this one is old but it's getting a revival... believe me :)) There's a lot of focus on Wild and his family and also his connection to the champion's spirits and how he's a little more magical than he lets on.

Who Could Ever Leave (But Who Could Stay): Warning, this one is sad and I had a great time writing it. I love the fact that Wild is so far in the future for the others and that there's so much time between them and he's the last one. I love thinking about endings and death and mourning and having to confront his place in time. I love making him (and you) cry. I like to think it's in a cathartic way though, I feel like people kill the Links for shock value all the time but that's not the part that hurts the most in my opinion. But also I wanted there to be hope, because canonically, there's a bit of an afterlife, and even after ten thousand years, the heroes were remembered.

Heavy in Your Arms: Basic bitch Twi and Wild bonding fic featuring Wild's memories. Hurt/ comfort, a bit of self-projection in the way that I want what Twilight says to Wild to be said to me and that's the crux of this fic. Everyone (specifically me) needs a Twilight.

I've Seen Hell (But This is a Bit More My Style): the first fic in my previously mentioned fem!Wild AU! Focuses on her life pre-calamity and how she was treated due to her obvious distinction from fate. There's also a fic where she's with the chain and one where she gets to be gay with Zelda, I am writing more for her though, she's just so much fun.

[improvised-finish]

Welcome to Lehon'a's House!

Figured since this is now linked to Etheirys, I should have something here so people aren't totally lost! Welcome to the place for any and all writing, art (read: commissions), and lore for Lehon'a Nhavareh, my main OC/WoL/whatever you wanna call it.

The WoL universe will be tagged warrior of light, and the civilian one will be tagged keeper of the cadence!

The basics:

Name - Lehon'a Nhavareh

Age - doesn't know exactly, her mother guesses around 24

Nameday - since she was abandoned as a child, she celebrates it on the day she was taken in: the 23rd day of the 1st Umbral Moon

Occupation - Warrior of Light (MSQ universe)/Professional dancer as a member of the Sapphire Sky Ensemble & protection-for-hire (civilian verse)

Guardian - Menphina, the Lover

Height - ~165 cm, but who's counting?

Jobs - Dancer, White Mage, Gunbreaker, a bit of Red Magic (MSQ universe) / knows a bit of basic conjury and war dancing (civilian verse)

Lehon'a was taken in at an extremely young age by a female moon keeper with no children of her own, sometime between her first and second summer. Assigned male at birth, she was given her mother's name with the 'a suffix to indicate being her first son, and she's decided to keep the name after transitioning out of respect for her mother. She always got a lot of odd looks being a sun seeker raised within a keeper community, but over time she began to become part of the tribe, so to speak, especially by becoming involved with their very musical worship of Menphina. Her natural sense of rhythm made her an excellent percussion player, so even if she couldn't directly participate she was still a regular fixture whenever there was music to be heard.

A few small excursions outside of her home had made Lehon'a curious about the wider world, and given that male keepers are often expected to roam, it seemed only fitting that between her 18th and 19th summer, she left for Gridania to learn the art of conjury and become an adventurer, hoping to help those she could and making ends meet.

It is here the two paths diverge: Her study of conjury (that becomes white magic) and encounter with Yda and Papalymo pushes her to join the Scions and embark on what would become the rest of the MSQ as the Warrior of Light. In the universe where she doesn't possess the blessing of light, however, she ends up staying just long enough to learn the very basics of wind and earth magic before being carried away to other places on escort jobs.

The exact circumstances of it vary based on which path she takes, but eventually she comes to realize something isn't right inside herself, and grows closer to the goddess Menphina in searching for what it is that's troubling her. After many journeys across Eorzea and a brief encounter with the goddess herself, she realizes that what she truly wants is to live as a daughter of the moon, not a son as she was born. With her adoptive mother's blessing, she transitions from male to female (and changes appearance with a little help from a phial of fantasia), living as her true self from that moment on.

(I've got more fleshed out in some stories and other lore style writing that will be here soon, but I don't want to make this too long since it's gonna be pinned, and I think it'll be easier to separate the WoL-verse stuff from the civilian verse into their own posts!)

[moral-terpitude]

The Dead Rabbit - Part X

Charlotte had just finished restocking the bar in preparation for the busy night that was ahead of her when her phone began to ring. She smiled to herself, realizing she still had Tommy’s name in her phone as Mr. Shelby.

“Well good morning, Mr. Shelby,” she prodded.

He let low moan escape his lips, “Charlotte do not start with me this morning, I swear.”

She was fully aware what she was doing to him. It wasn’t what she said but the way she said it. She paced behind the bar, stoking the fire she had lit in his mind with her words, “Or what?”

He sank down in the leather chair letting his head rest comfortably with a sigh, “I was going to ask if you wanted to meet at Katz’s for lunch in a half hour but if you can’t behave I’ll have to pick things up and come straight there and take you on the top of your fucking bar.”

She thought for a moment, being the only one there, it wasn’t like it was out of the question as a possibility, “You make that sound like that’s the bad option.”

“No, it’s just the ‘neither of us are going to accomplish all that we need to do today’ option.” He was matter of fact. He hoped she didn’t take it as coming off short with her.

“Good point. I’ll see you in a half hour.”

“Goodbye, Charlotte.”

She retreated upstairs to retrieve her coat and purse although she knew he wasn’t going to let her pay for a thing. It was just the way he was.

She rode silently in the cab as she could feel her flush face cooling down.

He grabbed his coat from the rack in the office as there was a knock at the door, “Come in.” He retrieved his leather gloves from the pocket of his coat as his Secretary opened the door.

“Mr. Shelby,” she began, but paused as she saw him preparing himself to leave. “I apologize, do you have a meeting?”

He hesitated, “Yes, a lunch. What is it, Natasha?”

“It wasn’t on your agenda today.”

“It doesn’t need to be. I know what my plans are for the day and how to schedule around them. What do you need?”

“You’ve gotten a phone call from the New York State Liquor Authority regarding preliminary information for an operating license, they said you can find the paperwork and the fee scheduling online. Also, there was a call from Pippin Jewelers. They said they received a Sapphire and Diamond Navette circa 1880, and a set of Sapphire and Diamond cuff links from circa 1910. They also said the 1920s bar pin you requested modifications to was ready to be picked up.”

He sighed, running his tongue along the back of his lower teeth, “It is supposed to be for a distillers permit, but I can sort that out me self. Please call back the jeweler, tell them I’ll be in for the Bar Pin and if they can replace the Sapphires on the cuff links with emeralds I’ll take those as well.”

She gave him a curt nod, her brown hair swaying as she turned to leave, “very well, Mr. Shelby.”

He finished donning his coat, gloves, and flat cap before leaving the office. He knew it would be out of his way but he opted to stop by the jeweler first, in an attempt to try and give her a gift that he hoped she would love.

The cab ride there was shorter than Charlotte had expected, but they were meeting just before lunch so maybe she had managed to beat some traffic.

Snow started to sprinkle the air as she paid the cab driver and stepped outside. She couldn’t remember the last time she went to Katz’s. She glanced both ways down the street however Tommy was nowhere in sight.

She went inside and sat in the table service section while she waited. It was about 10 more minutes before he joined her, snow coating his garments as he shed his outer layers and sat across from her. She had ordered herself a coffee and him a water in his absence.

“I have something for you,” he remarked as he reached inside his jacket and removed a black rectangular velvet box from the breast pocket.

“They had to repair it to make it wearable, so ignore the metal plate, but If you didn’t know the difference you’d think it was always there.”

He placed the box on the table between them and Charlotte took it slowly, holding it in her hands before opening it. The hinge was strong and it popped open almost immediately.

The pin was silver filigree, fluid but structured. A hard edge surrounded the entirety of the pin, but the Art Deco metal work of the interior had a pattern almost reminiscent of feathers. A large clear emerald was sat in the center, flanked on each side by three white diamonds.

She took it gently in her hand and turned it to view the back side, and on the silver plate in question she saw an inscription:

She loved me for the dangers I had passed,

And I loved her that she did pity them.

“This is the only witchcraft I have used.” Charlotte whispered, completing the quote from Othello. “Thank you, Tommy. It’s beautiful.”

Nothing on Earth would make me wear it. The Russian woman’s voice echoed in her head as she closed the box gently and sat it between them on the table.

“Who,” Charlotte began as she was interrupted by her phone ringing in her pocket, “sorry, I’ve got to take this.” She whispered as she removed herself from the table in an effort to not be rude.

“What’s going on Anna?” She asked as she stepped outside.

“The ice machine isn’t working. I’ve called a couple of places but no one will come out and service it today.”

Charlotte sighed, “Shit. Of Course. Won’t make it thru the first couple hours with what’s there. Go upstairs and grab my keys and I guess we’ll just have to buy ice. Take Javi or Max with you and we’ll have to keep it in the walk in freezer.”

“Okay. Do you want me to just use the card?”

“Or take some cash out of the till. Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“No, thank you.”

“Everything okay?” He asked as she returned to her seat.

Charlotte shrugged with a sigh as she sipped her coffee, “Par for the course, ice maker quit on one of the busiest nights of the year, no one will come out to fix it because it’s, well, the busiest night of the year.” She made a small disgusted gesture with her hands.

“I can take a look at it,” he offered.

“I’m sure they already did their best,” She furrowed her brow as the waitress approached them from the distance, “What do you know about ice machines?”

He shrugged, repressing a smile, “Absolutely nothing.”

The bar had started filling up around 6:30 that night. Both floors were full when Charlotte’s phone started exploding with messages.

Marcie and Erika, the other two bartenders who were supposed to be working with her tonight were both, conveniently, now unable to make their way into work. They offered no explanation and she frankly didn’t need one, she knew what was going on. She had been young once.

It would be doable. It would be okay. Until it wasn’t. And then people would just have to wait.

Going on 9, Tommy tried calling Charlotte, with no answer. He imagined she was already quite busy. By the fourth time he called her he was starting to get concerned.

He concluded there was not another paper or email that couldn’t wait until the new year, and locked up the office to make his way to the pub.

Once he saw traffic to confirm what Charlotte had said, he knew there was no chance of taking a cab there in a timely manner. It would be roughly an hour walk to get there, or the metro would be about 20 minutes taking the N to Whitehall Street.

He wasn’t sold on the idea of being trapped underground in a narrow tunnel full of people. He shook off the feeling, reminding himself that his claustrophobia issue was an inherited trait, and wove his way through the cluster of people going to and fro to try and make it before the next train went.

Someone had put Dan Auerbach on the jukebox. The jazzy guitar rang through the bar as Charlotte continued making the drinks of the people waiting.

Tommy took the stairs up the back, finding his way into the bar without digging through the dregs of people. He wasn’t sure where he was headed, just that he needed to go up. He determined that the kitchen was the only way through to the bar. There were 7 or so people, and none of them were paying attention to him, however you’d think a man in suit weaving his way through a packed kitchen would draw some attention. He pondered which door to go through as he eyed his options, but was pulled out of his train of thought by a small woman yelling at him.

“I said hey!” She really wasn’t any smaller than Charlotte, however she was more ferocious looking. Her red hair was pulled up in a bun on top of her head, and several piercings adorned her face. Shockingly they complemented her well.

“Hello, pretty boy, anyone in there?” She waved her hand in front of Tommy’s face, “What the fuck are you doing in the kitchen?”

If he had a guess, he bet this was Anna. “I’m looking for Charlotte,” he bowed his head as he spoke to avoid yelling yet make sure she could hear him, “I’m Tommy,” he stuck his hand out to her, but she shook her head and turned.

“C’mon, you’re in the way back here!” She yelled as they walked through the wooden door to their right.

She nodded in Charlotte’s direction before walking past Tommy back into the kitchen.

He could see she was one drink short of drowning behind the bar. He removed his jacket, barely able to think over the clatter and clamor of people’s voices and glasses. He tucked it with the well liquor and approached the woman looking particularly exasperated with the fact she had to wait for a drink on New Years Eve.

“How can I help you ma’am?” he asked as the woman leaned on the bar so he could hear what she said. He noted that Charlotte hadn’t saw him yet, and she looked to be in her element behind the bar. She looked down the bar to her right, and he could see in the midst of her retained curls, pulled back in a chignon, that she had elected to wear the bar pin in her hair. She had on quite the outfit. A pair of black trousers and oxfords paired with a teal sequin blouse, adorned with tassels, shoulder pads, and all.

“I need two Guinness, a Two Hearted, and a Gin and Tonic.”

He nodded, and approached Charlotte at the other end of the bar to pour the beers first. He placed his hand on her back as he walked behind her in order to not startle her, his shoes not faring well with the rubber floor mats behind the bar. It wouldn’t have been half as bad if they weren’t so sticky.

He grabbed three of the pint glasses from under the bar, holding one up as he spoke, “Guinness first, yeah?” he knew the answer. Guinness always was poured first so that it had time to settle.

She nodded, a smile creeping across her face, “What else?”

“Two-Hearted and a Gin and Tonic.”

She took one of the pint glasses from the bar and stood beside him as they each poured a beer in silence. She couldn’t help but look at him. James never would have helped her at the bar, let alone made drinks. He had hated her working there at all. Tommy looked comfortable there though. They were quite the pair, and she had to admit even in just the vest and dress shirt he looked good.

The remainder of the night went on in that way, busier and busier with no real chance for it to stop. Occasionally Anna would pop down from the upstairs to grab something, or in the rare moments that it was quiet upstairs, to help them catch up. There wasn’t a moment Anna saw Charlotte not happy that night. She and Tommy were either exchanging some smirk, or laugh, or quiet moment that maybe they thought no one else would pick up on.

Tommy even kissed her at midnight, much to Charlotte’s surprise.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

A little bit of a tipsy Tippy right now so it's time for some angsty Emerald Sapphire headcanons (ZafTauro? Idk I was going to mix our names but I'm worried it might mean something like "ballsack" in another language)

Anyway:

Zafiro was abandoned by Hylians and raised by Zoras. He's a trans man and has top surgery scars that are enhanced by bioluminescent tattoos on his chest. He never wears a shirt if he can help it because he's proud of who he is. He has had to deal with losing friends right before his eyes and that hardened his heart a little bit. He was given the Zora's Sapphire as a blessing from the goddess Nayru. This grants him the power to control water and ice, and breathe underwater.

Tauro is very strong and skilled with a spear, as is Zafiro. He actually saved Lurelin Village from a Lynel attack, but he was severely wounded. That's why he has scars all over his body. He's also terrified of fire because the Lynel would use fire arrows to try and burn down the village. Tauro didn't want to be on the battlefield anymore. His love for research is more important. He decided to leave Lurelin and set out to study ruins alone.

When Tauro and Zafiro meet for the first time, Zafiro was pretty quiet. Tauro thought that Zafiro didn't like him for whatever reason, but was still very kind to him. Zafiro just couldn't shake the fact he thought Tauro was good looking. Tauro and Zafiro got to know each other better and made great discoveries along the way, helping Link and the rest put the pieces together.

One day, Tauro and Zafiro decided to go swimming together. They both have a great love for water. Tauro found out that Zafiro walks on his tippy-toes while bare footed, so of course...

Tauro gave Zafiro

The nickname Tippy!

Later on, they both start talking about their pasts. Tauro tells Tippy that he's afraid of fire and can't stand the thought of having to fight ever again. He knows he's big and strong and would protect his friends in a heartbeat, but he wants to be buried in research rather than be covered in blood. Tippy nods in agreement... Ever since he was little, Zafiro had to train to be a fighter and protect his people. Zafiro loves the adventure, but he can understand why Tauro would rather have his nose in a research book than have to fight monsters again. Zafiro tells Tauro that he will protect him. Tauro smiles and takes Tippy's hand, saying that he will protect him too. No matter what, Tauro is willing to step up once again to protect his loved ones.

And yes, when they get together, they kiss each other's scars and stretch marks tenderly 💎☘️

[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter Eight: Taking My Time With You

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~4k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings: mentions of body insecurities, nsfw (smut) - making out, face-sitting, cunnilingus, strap-on (r receiving), aftercare

chapter summary: After a successful Rave'N, Larissa cannot wait to ravish you with absolute desperation - but you have other ideas (this entire chapter is basically porn but like… sweet, loving porn).

The door to Larissa’s office slammed shut behind you and you were pushed against it within seconds, Larissa’s lips attaching to your own in a frenzy. It was as though all of the pent-up stress from the last week was pouring out of you both as hands grabbed messily at clothes and tongues and teeth clashed.

“Bed tonight?” Larissa mumbled between kisses. You barely had time to breathe out a “yes” before Larissa was walking backwards towards the door to her quarters, dragging you along by the lapels of your blazer, her lips never leaving your own.

Desperation continued to build within you, the flames of a roaring fire licking at your core. Larissa stopped at the foot of the bed, her hands sliding under your blazer and pushing it down your arms. Her lips were warm and soft, but there was an urgency to her kisses, to each of her movements - it was an urgency that she hadn’t shown before, and it concerned you a little. 

“Rissa…” you mumbled, your words immediately swallowed by the blonde, whose fingers had begun to play clumsily with the buttons of your shirt.

“Rissa,” you tried again, pulling back slightly. Larissa looked down at you expectantly, and your heart skipped a beat - her lipstick was smudged down her chin, her sapphire irises barely visible, her chest heaving.

“Are you alright?” she asked breathily as you stared up at her. You couldn’t help but smile at the concern that flashed through widened pupils.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” you chuckled. 

“I am more than alright.” Larissa smiled down at you and leaned in for another kiss, which you dodged. A tiny crease appeared between her brows - you were immediately struck with the urge to kiss it away, but you held yourself back.

“We can slow down, then,” you teased, a wide grin stretching across your face. “I’m not a mirage, you know. I won’t just disappear if you don’t fuck me right away.”

A faint pink hue dusted Larissa’s cheeks and she cast her eyes to the ground, dropping her arms down to her sides. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“Hey.” You took her chin between your fingers and forced her to meet your gaze. “Don’t apologize.” You paused, then in a whisper: “I just want to take my time with you tonight.” 

You could have sworn you saw a film of tears in Larissa’s eyes, but then she blinked and they were gone. The crease between her brows faded as her lips curved into a shy smile.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

Placing your hands on her hips, you guided Larissa onto the bed, allowing her to wiggle up until she was on her back, her head resting against the pillows. You hovered over her, gently parting her knees with your own to rest a leg in between hers, then lowered yourself onto her.

You brushed your lips against hers, so lightly that you could barely feel the touch. Another brush of your lips, this time only slightly more firm. You could feel Larissa shiver with anticipation underneath you at the barely-there touches. The next kiss was soft and gentle, and you held back just a little - you’d meant it when you said you wanted to take your time tonight. Something about tonight seemed different - even though Larissa hadn’t officially been your date, the nerves, the flirting, the dancing, had all felt special. You didn’t know what you were but surely what you’d shared had gone beyond friends with benefits. There was no way Larissa didn’t feel it, too, right? 

Larissa let out the softest of gasps as your tongue swiped at her bottom lip. Her hands came up to cup your cheeks - you realized then that she still had her gloves on.

“May I?” You crinkled your nose playfully as you said it, taking her hands in your own and brushing your fingers over the fabric of the gloves. Larissa nodded, watching your every move as you slid them off her hands, finger by finger, and reached over to place them neatly on her nightstand.

You turned your attention back to Larissa, gazing into her eyes which still watched you warmly and a bit curiously, waiting for your next move. Yep. Morticia was an idiot. Larissa looked absolutely ethereal, despite (or perhaps because of) her smudged lipstick and her slightly mussed hair. You wondered how anyone could ever turn her down (you would take her in a heartbeat, if she’d only ask), and your heart ached for a young Larissa whose school dance had been colored by rejection and heartbreak, and for an older Larissa who still seemed to hold onto so much bitterness because of it.

The urge to take care of her, to dote upon her and make this Rave’N unforgettable for her - no matter how she might truly feel about you - took over, and you captured her lips again. She matched your pace, languid and gentle, allowing you to part her lips with your tongue and lick into her mouth. The noises she made were heavenly - soft, quiet, breathy - the heat between your legs was growing rapidly but you kept up your torturously slow pace, drawing out every lick, every movement of your lips against hers.

The two of you kissed for what felt like hours, until your lips were tingly and swollen and you were out of breath. You shifted your leg so that your thigh was pressing against Larissa’s center - you could feel her warmth through her underwear and you groaned as she bucked her hips, subtly trying to find friction against her aching core.

“Please,” Larissa whispered, looking up at you with doe-eyes. You placed a final kiss on her lips before sitting up, resting on her thigh as you unbuttoned your shirt, discarding it on the floor next to the bed. Then came your bra and your dress pants (you struggled a bit with those, resulting in a breathy chuckle from Larissa), until you were left in only your panties.

“Can we try something?” you asked timidly. Larissa propped herself up on her elbows, brow creasing slightly, and your heartbeat picked up as you waited for a response. Finally, she nodded.

“Can I take this off?” You tugged lightly at the hem of Larissa’s dress and she sat up so that you could maneuver behind her. You dragged the zipper down, slowly revealing the milky expanse of her back, dotted in tiny freckles that made up little constellations. The zipper ended just above the swell of Larissa’s ass, and you took a moment to kiss your way down her spine before placing your hands on her shoulders and sliding the dress off her arms. She shivered as your hands slid down her biceps, and you placed your lips at the junction of her neck and shoulder, biting gently before sucking and licking at the skin.

Larissa shifted her hips so that you could pull the dress over her butt, then she pushed it down her legs.

“These too,” you whispered, gently snapping the waistband of her panties. She tugged those off as well, then turned to look at you expectantly. “What did you want to try?” You couldn’t tell if Larissa was feeling apprehensive or excited - it looked like a mixture of both - so you threaded your hands in her hair and tugged her close for a searing kiss, pouring all the reassurance and comfort into the kiss that you could summon up.

You sunk down until you were flat on your back, pulling Larissa with you as you went. 

“I had this fantasy of you…” you murmured sweetly, rubbing soothing circles over Larissa’s biceps with your thumbs. “Sitting on my face.” 

Larissa’s eyes widened slightly and she began to chew at her lip.

“I… don’t know…”

Cupping Larissa’s cheek, you searched her eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

Her cheeks burned and she blinked a few times, parting her lips slightly. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea… you know I’m a whole lot of woman, and-”

“There’s no rush,” you reassured quickly. “But you won’t break me, just saying.” You tried to keep your tone lighthearted and teasing, not wanting to embarrass Larissa.

She swallowed thickly. “Can we… Can we try it then?”

You smiled warmly up at her. “Yes.” Threading your fingers loosely in her updo, which was beginning to lose its hold, you pulled her close and placed a soothing kiss to her lips - you hoped to convey tenderness and care with your actions, showing her that she could feel safe with you. You felt Larissa melt into the kiss, visibly relaxing above you.

After another moment’s hesitation, Larissa pulled back from the kiss to maneuver herself and swing one leg slowly over your head, grabbing the headboard to steady herself. You placed your hands on her thighs, squeezing lightly in reassurance. When she lined her cunt up with your face, you could see how wet she was, her folds glistening delectably - your mouth watered at the sight, and you placed soft kisses to the tender flesh of her inner thighs.

“Take your time,” you murmured, glancing up to see Larissa nod. After a moment, she lowered herself onto your mouth. You licked a stripe up her slit and she jolted a little when your tongue soothed over her clit, biting back a loud groan.

“Is this okay?” she asked, sounding wary and a bit breathless. You responded by rubbing your hands up her thighs until you reached her hips, tugging her down - she relented, pressing the full weight of her body onto your waiting tongue.

Rushing was the furthest thing from your mind as you took your time eating Larissa out - you dragged your tongue through her folds, gathering her juices and savoring the taste of her, tangy and salty. You began drawing slow circles around her clit with your tongue, keeping a languorous pace - every flick of your tongue was deliberate as you worshiped her pussy as if she were a divine goddess.

Larissa rolled her hips in time with your ministrations, becoming more bold in her movements over time. A string of soft, airy moans left her mouth, gradually increasing in volume. The sounds she was making were so delightfully sinful that you felt you could come just from hearing them. 

You could feel your own arousal dripping out of your cunt and pooling in your panties - you felt an overwhelming urge to reach down between your own legs and pleasure yourself, but the way Larissa’s hips bucked and rolled beneath your hands made you feel so connected with her that you would gladly ignore your own desire if it meant feeling Larissa’s warm skin under your palms.

A whimper tumbled from Larissa’s lips as you slid your tongue down her slit and circled her entrance, a wave of arousal dripping out of her hole onto your tongue. You moaned, causing Larissa’s pelvis to buck at the vibration against her cunt.

“Please can you- ah, fuck- inside…”

Wasting no time, you dipped your tongue into her center, as far as it could go. Larissa cried out in pleasure, each thrust of her hips becoming more erratic as she got closer to her peak. Her thighs began to tremble as she fucked herself on your tongue - you could tell by her movements and the loud moans tumbling out of her that she was becoming more uninhibited, more confident in herself.

“You’re doing so well,” you praised. “Such a good girl.”

Your words seemed to send Larissa over the edge - she let out a strangled cry, coating your chin in her juices. You fucked her through her orgasm, gently soothing over her clit with your tongue to bring her down slowly, then starting to lap up the remnants of her arousal from her folds and thighs. When you felt her body becoming heavier on your face, you helped her ease her leg over your head.

She slid down beside you, her eyes fluttering shut as she worked to calm her ragged breathing. You wiped her essence off your chin and turned on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow so you could watch her. 

“I can feel you staring at me.” Larissa opened one eye to glance sideways at you, and you flushed a deep red.

“Can’t help it when you’re so beautiful,” you mumbled, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling her close. “How was it?”

It was Larissa’s turn to blush. She turned her head to the side and opened both eyes to look at you, a blissed out smile adorning her face. “Wonderful.” And then, in a whisper so quiet you may have missed it were you not staring at her lips: “You make my body feel like a temple. I feel… worshiped by you.”

“You should.” You leaned over Larissa and kissed her, immediately opening your mouth to allow Larissa to taste herself on your tongue.

“Oh, God,” she rasped, deepening the kiss and grasping for your waist to pull you on top of her. Her leg slipped between your thighs and pressed against your core. Larissa gasped as she felt the wet spot at the center of your panties - you had completely soaked through the thin cotton fabric. “Let me return the favor?”

You whimpered into the kiss, nodding as you pressed your heat against Larissa’s thigh and began to rut your hips - the friction felt so good, after denying yourself for so long, that you were already close to coming. 

“That’s it, darling,” Larissa cooed as you cried out, your clit rubbing against the seam of your underwear and sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. 

“Rissa, I’m-” Your sentence went unfinished as your orgasm crested like a wave, then crashed down upon you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you slumped against her, breathing heavily, and you felt her lips on your forehead, her arms snaking around your torso to hold you tightly.

“You’re not tired already?” Larissa teased, and your head shot up. 

“Why? Depends what you wanted to do…” 

“I was thinking I could fuck you senseless,” she murmured suggestively into your ear, her warm breath tickling your neck. “But if you’re too tired…”

“I’m awake,” you said enthusiastically, grinning down at her. 

Larissa laughed. “Good.” She pressed a kiss to your lips, then reached over to her bedside table and rummaged around in the drawer, pulling out her strap and harness.

You moved aside as you watched Larissa adjust the harness against her hips. Larissa settled on her knees in front of you, leaning in and pressing a trail of heated kisses down your throat as her hands found the waistband of your panties, tugging down gently. You shifted your hips to help her, allowing her to pull the underwear down your legs.

Larissa’s pupils widened with desire as she pulled back, her gaze dropping to your pussy - you were absolutely drenched. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, and she squirmed slightly in place.

You reached for the bottle of lube in the open drawer of her bedside table. “Can I?”

The blonde nodded and you began to lube up the strap, rubbing your hands slowly along the appendage. She bit her lip as she watched you, her breath hitching audibly in her chest.

“Do you want to get on your knees for me, darling?” she cooed breathlessly. You wasted no time, getting on all fours and baring your ass to Larissa. She rubbed soothing circles over your thighs, before grasping the cock and brushing the tip teasingly across your clit. It felt heavenly - your walls clenched desperately and you pushed your hips back, begging for her to take you.

Larissa dragged the strap through your folds, up to your entrance. “Are you ready, love?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed.

You felt the tip slip inside of you, stretching you out deliciously. Fisting at the sheets beneath you for dear life, you waited for Larissa to push in further, allowing you time to adjust with every inch.

“Tell me when,” Larissa murmured, keeping her hips perfectly still as she steadied herself on your waist.

You took a deep breath and shifted your hips, groaning a little at the feeling of fullness. “I’m good, Rissa.”

Larissa began a steady pace inside of you - each thrust was slow, almost methodical as she worked out a rhythm. It didn’t take her long - she knew exactly which of your buttons to press - and you ground your hips back, searching for more friction.

You felt her hand reach around your body, her fingers finding your clit and massaging the swollen bundle of nerves, drawing a whimper from your throat. 

“Right there,” you gasped, and Larissa circled your clit gently at just the right pace, as if she knew your own body better than you did. She picked up her pace with the strap, snapping her hips to meet your own.

“Good girl,” Larissa panted as you let out a particularly lewd moan - she began to pound into you in earnest and leaned over you to plant sloppy kisses on every inch of skin that she could reach, one hand still on your clit while the other grabbed at your waist. The skin on your back tingled where it had met her lips - all the different touches made you feel as though every nerve-ending in your body was alight. 

“Is this alright?” she rasped out, her breath coming out in short puffs on your back as she bottomed out, then pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting back in. You nodded frantically.

“Y-yes, fuck-”

You rocked your hips in time with Larissa’s thrusts, your thighs beginning to quiver. “Riss… I’m so c-close.”

“I got you,” she cooed, steadying herself with a warm, comforting hand on your lower back as you slowly reached your peak. She continued to thrust in and out of you, her fingers rubbing gentle circles around your clit as pleasure exploded within you, then slowly began to ebb. 

Slumping forward and resting your forehead on the mattress, you worked to steady your breathing.

“I’m going to pull out, okay?” Larissa waited for your muffled “yeah” before slowly slipping out of you. You heard the sound of the strap hitting the floor, then felt Larissa’s presence by your side, allowing her arms to pull you into an embrace. 

She was warm and sticky with sweat - you were content, exactly where you wanted to be. Minutes felt like hours as you allowed yourself to be held - when you looked up, Larissa’s eyes were shut and her breathing deep.

“Rissa?”

She merely hummed in response.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” you chuckled, caressing her cheek and allowing your thumb to trace her lips. 

“I’m not asleep,” she replied, voice heavy and almost slurred - you laughed, and she frowned.

“I’m going to clean you up - I’ll be right back,” you whispered, tapping the tip of Larissa’s nose. She giggled and crinkled her nose in response - your heart constricted at how cute she was, and you hurried to get a glass of water and a warm washcloth, not wanting to leave her alone for too long.

As you wet the washcloth in the sink, you caught sight of red lipstick prints smeared all over the lower half of your face. You giggled - but you thought you should take care of those nonetheless.

“Rissa?” you called out.

“Yes?” came her reply from the bedroom.

“Do you have makeup wipes or something?”

“Top drawer on the left.”

You found what you were looking for and returned to the bed. 

Larissa had a dreamy-eyed look about her as you dabbed at her folds, careful to avoid her sensitive clit. 

You wiped yourself clean as well before dropping the washcloth next to the bed and crawling up next to Larissa to dab at her face with a makeup wipe.

“Thank you,” she mumbled sleepily, a wistful smile dancing on her face. 

“Anytime. We still gotta get those pins out of your hair, though.” 

Larissa turned her head without prompting and you slid the pins out of her updo, one by one, watching each silver curl fall loose and cascade over her shoulders. 

Larissa was quiet as you combed through her hair with your fingers - she seemed to be gathering all her nerves. When she spoke, it was softly and with a touch of apprehension. 

“Is it bad if… what if I asked you to stay, and I meant it? Would you?”

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. You were about to break your one rule - well, Larissa’s one rule. Larissa was about to break her own rule - and you didn’t have it in you anymore to care. Praying to any and all Gods that could possibly exist in the universe that she wouldn’t come to regret it in the morning, you smiled warmly at her. 

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me to stay.”

Larissa took a deep breath.

“Will you stay with me?” 

The words rang out in the silence of the room for a moment - you felt your heart stutter in your chest as she spoke them.

“Yes.”

Larissa’s face broke out into a grin - then she yawned, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. 

“We should get some sleep,” you said, though you suddenly weren’t tired anymore. You were actually spending the night with Larissa (you felt like a giddy schoolgirl) - you wanted to savor every second of it. 

You wiggled yourself into a comfortable position under the covers, before opening your arms to Larissa. She snuggled in. 

“Turn,” you instructed, and she looked up at you, confused. 

“You know, normally when someone spoons another person, that person is facing the other direction,” you clarified sweetly. 

Larissa frowned, furrowing her brow. “I’m too tall, I should spoon you.”

“Don’t be stubborn, Larissa, turn around.” You tried to look as stern as possible - certain you were failing miserably.

Larissa huffed, but seemed too tired to fight you - she turned in your arms and scooted backwards until her back was flush against your front. You slung one arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and rested your head near the crook of Larissa’s neck, nipping playfully at her skin before peppering the side of her neck and shoulder with soft kisses. A satisfied sigh escaped Larissa’s parted lips and you watched as she fell asleep, a small smile playing on her lips, before allowing yourself to follow suit.

~~~

Larissa blinked her eyes open as the sunlight flooding her bedroom became too bright for her to handle, rousing her from a peaceful slumber. It must be late, she thought, so much later than she normally woke up. Warmth flooded her entire body as she recalled how safe - how (she barely dared to think the word) loved - she’d felt falling asleep in your arms. Arms that were not currently wrapped around her.

A frown creased her face as she took in the empty spot next to her. When had you left? There was an indent in the mattress, and she reached out to trace it with her fingertips - it was still warm. That could only mean one thing - you’d slept over - and you’d slipped out minutes before.

The warm, safe feeling that had flooded her heart morphed into a cold shower of realization. The two of you had broken your rules. And then you’d left. Tears began to prick at Larissa’s eyes. Had she ruined everything? Had she driven away the one person in her life who seemed to accept her as she is, taking everything in stride? Had last night proved that it was all - that she was - too much for you?

Her mind went into overdrive, beginning to pick apart the previous evening’s interactions and pulling them under a microscopic lens - she almost missed the distinct sound of her espresso machine roaring to life in the kitchen. For a brief moment, her stomach churned - was someone else in her quarters? - then relief washed over her like a tidal wave, replacing the cold sense of dread that had taken hold of her.

Larissa jolted into action - she had to see you, had to check that you were really there - more than anything, she had to feel you close. She climbed out of bed and, without bothering to get dressed or pull on a robe, padded towards the sound.

x

thank you to @afeatherformills and to my girlfriend for helping me with this, I hope you guys enjoy - I am excited for the next chapter hehe

[aurellya]

Moonlit Dance

❀ Tartali | Oneshot | Fluff

Summary: Where Childe just wants to see Zhongli smile and finds the perfect opportunity to carry out his plan when a festival lights up Liyue's streets with song and dance.

“Childe, I don’t—” Zhongli gasps as he finds himself being pulled into the crowd, stopping only after colliding with Childe whose free hand drops to his waist, keeping them pressed close together even as everyone around them spins and twirls with joy in an almost organised chaos, led only by the melody of the music drifting around them.

“Come on, xiansheng! I promise it’ll be fun,” He hears Childe say, the other smiling at him brighter than any of the lights that surround them.

The music changes, and he watches Childe mouth the counts ‘1… 2… 3…’ before the hand on his waist is guiding him with a gentle push. 

Carefully, Zhongli takes one step — making sure to mirror Childe’s the best he could. Eventually, he falls into a pattern. Right foot back, left foot sideways to the left, right foot meets left, repeat with the opposite leg. But just as he gets used to the awkward steps, allows himself to drift along with the melody as everyone else was, the music changes.

An upbeat tune takes the floor. Light, bouncy and full of energy despite the way the moon is shining down on them. It’s easy to forget the late night; Easy to forget the fatigue, as the music fills the air and he allows it to guide him — well, as much as he could while staring right down at the ground below and watching the faint imprints his feet leave in the soil.

Then, there is a hand cupping his cheek, tilting his head back up to meet sapphire blue orbs that shine brighter than any precious gem ever could in his eyes, “Keep your eyes on me.” And he does just that. Never looking away from Childe even as the other steps away, only to twirl him back close and catch him in his arms before Zhongli can collide with the other merrymakers around them, or the floor.

It’s exhilarating, and he can’t help the wide smile that spreads across his face, or the laughter that slips past his lips each time their eyes inevitably meet once more no matter how far apart they step, hands remaining linked all the while. 

Zhongli finds himself falling. Falling for the way the usually quiet night of Liyue is filled with fun and cheer. Falling for the way everyone seems to move as one, united by the festivities that last but a single night each year. Falling for the way, at each moment, Childe is right by him just as he’d said, guiding him through it all such that all Zhongli has to do is enjoy. 

Of course, no first tries go perfect. And Zhongli almost expects it when his shoe catches on an unfortunate rock, breaking the graceful flow he’d been keeping and sending him into the beginnings of an awkward stumble — ah, it seemed the very earth he held domain over wished to betray him this very night.

But then there are warm arms circling his waist, holding him steady. Their noses bump, and they meet each other’s gaze, frozen in silence for just a heartbeat before soft laughter is filling the space between them.

“Wasn’t that fun, xiansheng?” Childe is saying, warm breaths brushing against Zhongli’s cheek as they remain there, not quite pulling apart even as the others make to leave to explore the rest of the festival. The music has ended after all, and there is much more to enjoy. Yet all Zhongli can focus on is the way his heart continues to pound within his chest, and the echoes of the music’s final notes replay in his mind.

“Indeed, it was,” He replies after a few moments, placing his hands on Childe’s shoulders as he gazes into those eyes once more, eyes that had been fixed on him the whole time. “Though perhaps we should practice more before the next time we attempt such a thing… for the sake of both your feet and mine.”

“A little dirt on my shoes is nothing at all. I much prefer seeing your smile, Zhongli xiansheng.”

The heat that rises to his cheeks is inevitable, and Zhongli sighs as he flicks the other on the forehead lightly. What else was he to say against such sweet words? And so Zhongli decides to wrap a hand in the fabric of Childe’s scarf, leading the other towards him until their lips brush in a final fleeting touch before they part. Hand in hand, they return to the crowd once more. Whether to participate in one of the various game stalls that lined the streets, or to savour yet another set of freshly cooked dishes whose aroma filled the air, who knows?

After all, the night was still young and they had much left to explore. Ah, the joys of mortal life… a wonderful thing to experience, together.

Author's Notes:

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[mikaharuka]

Hi, can you tell me more about We Need To Talk About Rosalie please?

Heyo Iris! Thanks for the ask~

So, this fic started off as the result of a crack/joke prompt on Discord ("watching paint dry"), but then it sort of evolved into a serious off-screen scene/moment within the main timeline~

The story is mostly Carlisle and Mike being extremely awkward during this second time they meet and talk, and Rosalie is the topic of conversation (and makes her appearance in the story too~). I'll have to back-track a bit into Apricity for this to make sense. In short, Mike and Rosalie formed a strange connection before Apricity began.

From Sapphire (Apricity, Ch 12):

Rosalie Hale had been alone in a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by books. [...] Mike had taken one of the empty seats nearby and began reading, occasionally looking up from his book in mild curiosity - and often found the girl returning his neutral gaze. They remained in a comfortable silence until they left for the day. That experience repeated itself a couple times until a half-year later, when their psychology teacher announced a term-paper and Rosalie asked Mike to be her project partner. He wasn’t sure why she asked him, but he had no reason not to accept. [...] They weren’t really ‘friends’ in the classic sense. In fact, they hardly spoke to each other or interacted in person, outside of required classwork or projects. But every now and then, she’d text him a link to some random article or thought that usually got his interest, or he’d text her the title of some random novel that she usually ended up liking. They reached an understanding of sorts, a new kind of equilibrium over the past year.

Basically, Mike and Rosalie are idiots who are definitely friends and talk about stuff way more than either would admit to... and Mike gets called out on this bs when he meets Carlisle for the first time.

From Midnight (Apricity, Ch 14):

“Rose and I don’t interact too often outside of school-related matters.” “Interesting. She regularly corresponds with you. Do you not consider her a friend?” “A friend…” ‘Friend’ wasn’t the first word that came to mind. He and Rose worked well together in the few classes they shared. Group projects often had them meeting outside of school hours… and a few personal things probably got mentioned every now and then… and they did text each other random stuff… and there was her warning from that morning… Huh… maybe they were friends of a sort after all? “You’ve come to a realization.” [...] “I didn’t think of it that way before, but I suppose we are. Friends, that is.” “I would agree, based on what Rosalie has told me.”

I'm not going to spoil the rest of this chapter, but basically this first meeting between them is very tense, awkward, but also weirdly wholesome every once in a while... which brings us to this fic.

Carlisle has... a lot of stuff going on and is also redecorating a certain space (including painting a certain space). He remembers the chaotic messes his siblings (especially Edward) often make... then he remembers Mike, his calmer/analytic demeanor, and his way with observation, design, and colors in general. He also feels bad for the first meeting and wants to make up for it... and Rosalie is the odd common ground of conversation. So really, this is one huge pile of weirdly tense, wholesome awkwardness that goes out rather well.

You can find the original post and links to other answers here :)

[skypxllar]

Check In - Hera

[Another me, huh?]

After meeting with Heidi, she suddenly felt like she learned so much. Sure, now that Freya was defeated, the group can finally rest easily; however, now that she knows that there's another like her out htere she was so full of wonder. Sure, she's seen other iterations of familiar people like Sapphire May and even other Zinnias, but to consider another version of HER -- one where Helen passed away and she became an Arceus in her stead? There was so much to unpack.

Then, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Hera changed back to form. "Hel? That you?"

"Yes. May I come in?"

"Of course."

Hera's Giratina entered the room. Her power seemed to be dormant at the moment. She closed the door behind her. "I wanted to check on you and see if you were alright, Hera."

Hera nodded. "I'm fine. Just... a little confused since Heidi appeared." She tilted her head at Hel. "...? Is this a new Altered Forme or something, Hel? You look a little different."

Hel nodded. "Yes. Now that I have my Griseous Core returned to me, I have trained my linking with it to create this new Altered Form. It still contains some of my powers without the personality change."

Hera nodded. "Ah. I guess that I wasn't expecting this, but I like it."

Hel nodded in turn and tapped her Griseous Core, causing her to change. "Is this what you are expecting, sister?"

"I was, but you didn't have to change. I like both versions. Though, I'm gonna miss the old you a bit~" Hera giggled.

Hel chuckled as well. Hera wasn't the first to say that.

"Say, Hera. What are your thoughts on the new discovery?"

"What? The fact that there's another world out there just like us?"

"Yes. Although, it is unfortunate that there doesn't seem to be a living version of Helen."

"Yeah. Heidi seemed to be still a little sad over it, too." Hera sighed. "I know I'd be if Helen passed."

Hel nodded.

"Well, honestly, I'm not sure what to make of it, really. It sounds like there's a lot more going on over there, with a lot of interesting twists, too."

"Yes. Although, to be frank, I have been curious specifically about if there is another version of myself with Heidi as well."

"What, do you think that you're different there than here?"

"Possibly, yes. I have not met a Giratina similar to myself before and with my unique properties, so I wonder how similar or different we truly are." Hel giggled. "Say, if you are to visit, can I come with you?"

"Yeah, of course!" Hera nodded. "Honestly, I was going to ask just that you and I go at first to see how things look."

"Mmm. Well, then we have a deal."

The two girls chuckled.