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orangekittyenergy · 7 months ago

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On Tails and Horns

NSFW Rolan Fic

Tags: NSFW, 18+ only, tail touching, horn stroking, dry humping, first kiss, touch starved Rolan, she/her Female Tav, mostly sexy flirting but with smut at the end, basically all angst and anticipation really, I guess subRolan

Words: 6000 (once again this got completely out of hand)

Summary: Tav finally goes to visit Rolan in his new tower after a hard couple weeks of cleanup. Rolan is so delighted to see her and pent up with frustration and feelings that the lightest of touches is enough to make him lose all sense of himself.

A/N update: Holy hells thank you fine folk so much for the love on this one. I'm gonna go have a cry for real❤️😭

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Tav and Rolan sat in his sitting room for tea, perched together, far closer than Rolan had intended, on the plush couch. The velvet couch was one of the many opulent vestiges from the previous owner. Books and scrolls aside, it certainly didn’t hurt to now occupy a fully furnished tower. The large vaulted windows were flung open wide, letting in a soft breeze and low hum from the movements of the city far below.

Rolan had been delighted when she came to visit. Tav had been so busy with helping the issues in the damaged city he hadn’t been quite sure when he would see her again. But he couldn’t deny the way his heart sang when she strolled through the doors over an hour ago, hoping to catch up with him now that she had a moment to breathe. Him, of all people.

But now here they sat; having discussed the details of both of their new lives, how life in the tower and store were going, the efforts to clean up the city, and the question of what lay next seemed to hover in the air.

Tav set her cup down on the side table and gave him a soft look.

“Thank you for taking time for me. I know you’ve been busy. But I really needed this.” She said and shot him what looked like an almost shy smile. Rolan blinked hard at her, surprised at her words as much as the look on her face.

“Thank...hah! I should be thanking you. Consistently and forever.” He set his own empty cup down as well. “I would have nothing were it not for you.”

“Oh, don’t pretend to be modest. You know you were amazing in the courtyard at that battle; I don’t know if we could’ve made it through without your help.” Tav reminded him.

Rolan cocked his head, looking away a moment in thought.

“Yes, I suppose I was rather amazing. I guess Cal and Lia helped some but my spells really sealed the fate of those wretched mind-flayers.” He mused with a slight smile. Tav always knew how to stroke his ego.

“But...really...thank you, Rolan. I’ve been meaning to visit sooner. I’m still staying at the Elfsong. Maybe we can do this again? Maybe dinner perhaps?” She said, almost casually. Just tossing asking him to dinner out there as if it was nothing.

His breath caught in his throat. Dinner. His mind rang with the word as it seeped into every corner of his brain; trying to wrap his head around what that could possibly mean. Was she asking him out? That couldn’t be so. It was casual. Two friends catching up. But still, his mind immediately pictured the scene; dinner and wine at the Elfsong. He’d love to see her in something more dressy. No, that was ridiculous. She must have dozens of suitors.

"Ahem...dinner, yes. That... would be a fine idea..” He spoke haltingly, trying to fill the silence with words, any words, while he was still trying to work through the idea in his head, a thousand different scenarios crashing together at once.

As he struggled with this concept; it seemed the deepest part of his desires to be close to her, to get to know her in possibly more than a friendly setting, that he has previously pushed away, had bubbled up again and his body decided to act for him.

Tav felt a movement on her leg and shivered.

She looked down to see Rolan’s tail curled gently but insistently around her leg just above her knee, the tip trailing down to rest on her calf. He followed her gaze and his eyes widened with shock at the impudence and betrayal of his own tail. Before he could utter out the immediate string of curses and apologies that flew into his head, in that split second of fear that gripped him, Tav moved quicker and he froze.

She raised her hand from her thigh and gently placed it on the exposed section of tail atop her leg. All thoughts fled from Rolan’s head as a hiss and a full body shudder rolled through him at her whisper light touch.

The shiver extended all the way through his tail and Tav immediately raised her hand off it as if she had been shocked, looking up to meet his eyes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I should've asked first-"

She started as he spoke at the same time.

"I am very sorry about that damn tail, I -" he paused, her words finally reaching his muddled brain. "Ask?" The word almost caught in his throat as he choked it out, incredulous. He caught her eyes flutter down to the offending tail, still around her leg, then back up to his meet his eyes with a blush. A blush? What did she have to blush about? It was his tail that got him into this predicament.

"Yes, sorry. I'm so sorry Rolan, I've heard tails can be sensitive...I should've asked first...it was just...it was right there." She gave a nervous chuckle and glanced away.

Wonderful, now I've done and mucked everything up, Rolan thought. The mere mention of dinner from her lips had left him already in shambles, unable to even control his own cursed tail. He frowned and cleared his throat, trying to still the building throbbing in his chest and regain his usual demeanor.

"No. I mean, yes, you should have." He said brusquely at first. Her eyes flickered away again and he quickly added. "They...uh...can be sensitive in some areas, yes." He swallowed thickly suddenly quite unsure of what to say. Tav met his eyes for a brief moment then looked back down. Rolan followed her gaze, already knowing full well what he would find and saw his damned tail, somehow wrapped, so it seemed, even tighter around her leg. He cleared his throat again but made no attempt to move it despite his nerves screaming at him.

"So, can I?" Tav spoke, pulling his attention back to her face. It was tilted down but her eyes peered up at him in what seemed to be a deliberately maddening pose.

"Can you....?" He hesitated, he was sure she couldn't be asking what he thought she was asking.

"Can I touch your tail?" She finished boldly. Rolan eyed her a moment, and swallowed thickly, his brain swirling with a million thoughts and his hands starting to tremble. He crossed his arms and tried to seem nonchalant about the entire situation and realized he was failing miserably.

"Sure. Yes. You may." He uttered, hoping his voice didn't waver.

Tav reached back out, hand tentative but confident and placed her palm again on the flesh of his tail where it rested on her leg.

The sensation was like a blaze of fire through his already burning hot veins. He bit down on his tongue, hard, to avoid another offending shiver and felt his eyelids flutter, betrayal of his own self control.

Thankfully, Tav’s eyes remained fixed on his tail, not noticing the immediate and dramatic way it affected him. Or, he realized, she might be tactful enough to be avoiding his face. Her touch became more firm as she well and truly let the full weight of her hand fall on it.

A sharp hiss of air escaped his clenched teeth as her hand moved slightly and her eyes finally returned to his.

"Is this okay?" She asked. Her voice was hushed, almost...he struggled to place her tone...reverent?

"Yes, yes it's fine." He breathed out, forcing himself to let the tension in his jaw relax. She began to ease her hand up slightly, tracing the bumps and ridges with her fingertips, digits gently paving the path for her palm to follow.

Rolan felt himself flush and wondered if Tav could tell the difference between his usual ruddy hue and the deeper scarlet of his blushes.

"Does it feel....good?"

His eyes had purposefully wandered but now snapped back to hers and narrowed slightly. Her expression was unreadable and even as her haunting words echoed in his ears he, again, couldn't sense the meaning behind her tone. Did she want it to feel good? Or was it pure curiosity that caused her to ask such a charged question?

And what’s more; how should he answer?

"It...does. The tail...my tail...seems to get more sensitive the higher up it goes." He tried to answer factually, logically even. It was true after all, but as quickly as the words left his mouth he realized the possible connotation of them. An invitation even. The corners of Tav’s lips flickered with a smile and her brow raised almost imperceptibly.

"Hmmm." Was the only response she gave. But her hand continued it's ascending exploration of his tail. It was now beyond the section just on her leg and was continuing on to where it dipped down a touch by his own legs.

Leaning forward slightly to extend her reach, she continued her careful mapping of the ridges, which were getting more and more pronounced as his tail progressed. She touched him as if she wished to memorize every single bump and pore; with a tenderness he couldn’t recall ever feeling before. The feeling was indescribable, but undeniably sensual.

Rolan felt another shudder roll through him and couldn't contain this one. He felt it vibrate through his whole body all the way through and to the very tip of his tail and it gave a little flicker of movement against her calf. He couldn't tell if he was thankful or not that this one, as it trembled it's way down through his tail, didn't scare her hand away.

He stared at her hard, suddenly frustrated at her tender movements. Did she know how good it felt? Was she teasing him on purpose? To what bloody end? It was one thing to be touched so tenderly after so long, it was quite another to have his once detested bumps and ridges being the subject of such adoration. It was altogether brutal to have it be by someone that he wasn't even sure had further intentions with him. Other than being some...strange creature to fascinate over.

He squeezed his eyes shut. No matter how good it felt, how long he had wanted this, how soft her touch was, he had to stop this.

"I think-" he popped open his eyes intending on telling her to cease her activity but found that she had shifted while he battled internally and was now right beside him, her hips almost brushing against his own, her eyes firmly locked on his, watching his reactions carefully.

He wasn't just a subject of curiosity for her. He didn't know what she thought or what the intent was, but the burning in her eyes told him that it was far more than pure detached curiosity. He swallowed away his angry words, the frustration leaving him immediately, burned away by the heat of her gaze.

Her arm was now stretched out as far as it could go, ending just where his tail dipped down beside his thigh, before it would continue back up in a curve to reach the base. Incidentally, she had reached the point right where it started to become truly sensitive. It would've been positively indecent to let her continue.

His heart drummed hard in his chest, so loud he was certain she could hear it. He should end this, for decency’s sake alone. But couldn’t bring himself to conjure the words. A larger part of him was also so very desperate for her to continue; to see how far her boldness would take her. Take them. The two battling halves of his mind fought internally against each other. His mind fractured behind too many carefully crafted layers of strict composure.

He didn't have to struggle long. With a scoot of her hips again, her thighs well and truly pressed against his now, her arm bent at the elbow, giving her room to continue should she wish.

Rolan sucked in a sharp hiss of air at this development and stared at her carefully. Her eyes never left his. Her hand still firmly in place. The very air between them felt electric as if there was some magic from an unspoken spell being cast.

"Can I keep going?" She asked with a breath. His chest ached and again it took him a moment to register something. His need and eagerness for her touch along with his conflicting thoughts at the budding situation had made his senses dull. But as her words rang in his ears he heard something unmistakable. A nervous waver. In her voice. The slightest quiver. Of excitement or nerves; it could be either but he would take it. She was usually so, confident. Commanding even. To hear even a hint of a nerve in her voice at this situation stirred his insides and dispelled his doubts.

"Yes." He answered simply before he could stop himself with too much thinking. His chest hitched as her arm extended, stroking up his tail further, still using careful attention to the now more prominent peaks of cartilage. His jaw fell open slightly. The sensation of her hand almost too much to bear as another large shudder, stemming from her hand this time and rolling up his spine all the way to his scalp took him over.

She leaned forward further, her chest now dangerously close to touching his own. As her fingertips edged ever closer to the base of his tail he felt an unmistakable groan escape his lips. Her hand froze and he clamped his mouth shut with a snap both in the same moment.

His eyes darted away from hers, embarrassment welling up inside of him.

After an aching pause, his eyes still diverted, he felt Tav remove her hand and lean back away slightly. If the touch of her skin had lit a pleasant warm fire until under his skin, the sudden absence of it was a sharp painful sting of ice. Leaving him with a longing for contact that felt worse than if she hadn't touched him at all.

He finally pulled himself back to face her and was surprised to see her looking rather abashed. Her hands were sat back firmly on her thighs, gripping the fabric, a slight blush on her face, but... he could swear…was there a hint of a smile on her pink lips? Her confounding beautiful lips.

Rolan opened his mouth to speak but once again words failed him. What could he say that wouldn't sound needy and desperate? How could he begin to ask her to continue to touch him without begging?

"Your tail felt very nice. Very soft. Sorry if I...went too far." Tav once again came to his rescue. This time rescuing him from the aching void of silence between them. Rolan blinked hard at her words. No one ever in the history of his knowledge had call his or anyone else’s tail nice or soft. As he absorbed her judgement of his tail, he realized she was staring at him expectantly.

"No, it was fine. It felt... good." A sudden surge of his own boldness possessed him, born of the sheer desire at having her hands on him again. To feel her touch him; somewhere. Anywhere. He started speaking before he knew what he was saying. "The...horns, if you were curious about them as well, also have a certain level of sensitivity... Not necessarily at the tips, but the base..." He couldn't even believe the words coming out of his own mouth. Desire had driven him absolutely mad.

Before he could begin to second guess himself he saw that the spark that flared up in her eyes was immediate. Her hint of a smile grew into a full fledged one.

Tav leaned forward slightly again and her eyes darted up to his horns.

"May I?" She asked, raising her hands up from her thighs until they hovered just over his own. He gave a gentle nod, not trusting his own voice at the prospect of being touched again.

Without hesitation now her hands raised to each place her fingertips at the point of each horn. Rolan dipped his head forward slightly to give her better access, practically bowing towards her. His own reverence at her caring touches.

She placed her fingers gently on the tips of his horns, again tracing across the thicker bumps and ridges, feeling her way around every groove as she explored. After just a moment there, she gently slid further down from the tips, lower and lower until they were thick enough to wrap a hand around. As she did so Rolan sucked a sharp gasp of air in through taut lips. Not so much at the sensation; it was altogether different than the soft flesh of his tail, but at her willingness to touch him again.

The feeling of hands on his horns was more akin to someone brushing his hair, not that he would know what that felt like; but it was more about the way it trickled down to his actual flesh that gave him shivers. But the feeling of her so close to him again, her desire to touch him again, her tender soft hands on the harshest parts of him; that was what truly drove his senses wild and made his insides coil with hunger. The feeling of her hands gently caressing his horns sent shooting sparks of sweet sensation across his scalp and he found himself clamping his mouth shut hard again to avoid making another wanton noise.

Heeding his words she seemed to move quicker down than with his tail, but as she reached the midpoint of his horns she slowed, her grip growing more delicate and exploratory again. As her hands slid across the grooves with care the sensation, the pulsing in his skin, grew stronger and stronger until his breath hitched and his breathing grew heavy once more. He stared down at her lap, trying in vain not to look directly at her chest.

His own hands, which had been absurdly useless thus far, clutched hard against the fabric of his robe at his thighs, as another shiver rolled down his spine. He felt it flow all the way down through his tail again. His eyes shot down at it. His tail. His damned tail that started this whole thing, still carefully curled around her leg, seemed to tighten involuntarily at the shudder. He wasn’t sure if he should be blessing or cursing that it seemed to have a mind of its own; operating purely on base instinct betraying his deepest thoughts and desires.

Her hands finally reached the base of his horns and tenderly traced the bumps from where they erupted from his skin, bringing forth another unintended deep groan of pleasure from the depths of his chest. At the noise his eyes darted back up to meet hers and he found her watching him intently, her lips parted slightly.

Thankfully, her hands didn't stray, undisturbed by his obvious, even lewd enjoyment of this. They stayed; soft, tender, and so caring on his flushed burning skin.

As her hands seemed to finish their careful explorations of the flesh at the base of his horns, he still had almost half-expected her to pull away. The game complete. The research done. A dark thought rolled through him before he could stop it that this was just a bit of fun for her. Teasing him like this.

But her hands lingered. He once again found her eyes, meeting them with a deep gaze as she slid her hands down, away from his horns until she was gently cupping his cheeks. Sparks shot through his entire body and his chest heaved, almost painfully so. The moment lingered, his fear and doubt still too deeply etched into his own skin in invisible scars to make a move first. A few weeks of comfort and a few moments of tender touching couldn’t erase a lifetime of hardships and disappointments.

Thankfully, Tav, was still the more bold of the two of them. Her eyes darted obviously down to his slightly parted lips then back up to meet his as she licked her lips.

“Rolan?” She breathed out softly.

He couldn’t trust that his voice wouldn’t shake. Couldn’t trust that any possible utterance of words would snap this beautiful fantasy in two and she would dissolve. Couldn’t trust that any noise he made would break whatever spell she was under and cause her to lean away. But she lingered, unwilling to move without word from him. He swallowed thickly again and replied.

“Yes?” He finally managed to eke out with a small gasp.

“Can I kiss you?”

All of the air seemed to leave the room. She spoke so freely. So honestly. A slight hush in her words but only the tiniest hint of a quiver in her voice.

It contrasted so starkly with the tremble that coursed through his body. Of course he wanted her to kiss him. What kind of a question was that? He wanted it more than he needed to breathe. But somehow, the words out there, the possibility at hand, filled him with a deeper fear than he knew existed. A fear that threatened to overtake even his desire for her. A lingering voice that scolded him; ‘you will never quite be good enough.’

She licked her lips again and Rolan finally found the courage to quell the voice once and for all. She gave him courage. She always had. She had been there for him when no one else was; not even himself. It had always been within him, the confidence, the desires; but she had been patient enough to slowly ease it out.

“Yes, please…” He croaked out.

She leaned forward, hands still on his cheeks and placed a tender lingering kiss on his lips. The sensation of her caressing his tail was nothing compared to this. To the soft, slightly moist feeling of her warm lips pressed against his.

It sent another surge of confidence and unleashed passion coursing through his body. He could already feel his tail tightening around her leg again. His hands, trembling with anticipation and desire before, useless on his lap, now reached forward, reaching for her, eager to pull her close.

The kiss deepened, spurred on by his reaction; Tav opened her mouth, welcoming him in and leaned in further. His hands found her waist, gripping it tight as her own tongue replied to his, dancing carefully over and around his pointed teeth.

Rolan couldn’t help but groan slightly as his body lit up with sparks, every sensation he had ever felt, good or bad, seemed to pale in comparison to this divine moment. Her mouth hot against his, their breath mingling. He found his stomach was flipping over, and there was a deep aching stir in the very core of his body. Tav leaned even closer, practically in his lap now even though her hips still firmly sat on the couch beneath them.

He struggled to keep up with her tongue at first. Hers was so careful and precise and he felt sloppy and careless, sweeping along her lips and occasionally fumbling out of them as he struggled to keep up and simultaneously rushed to catch up; kissing her like it was his first and last kiss. All messy and nervous and wet and eager.

Patient as ever, Tav slowed, giving them both a moment to find the right flow, adjusting her head to tip it to the side so they could lock lips fully. He breathed out a pleased sigh into her mouth as they found a pleasant connection, leaving their awkward tongues behind.

Confidence again surging, he tugged at her hips with a new found greedy need. Greedy. He once teased her with that very word, but now very much felt the acute actuality of the word itself. He was greedy for her. He needed more of her. Now that he had been given a taste, he felt practically insatiable.

Catching note of his eager tugs, without question or request now, Tav lifted up her legs and straddled his lap, letting his body adjust to sit back against the couch. The new position allowed a new level of closeness. Her body pressed fully against his now, his pulse pounding hard between them.

Rolan felt positively dizzy. Giddy even; and that was not a word he felt he had ever used or thought of using before. He wrapped his arms fully around her back now, taking advantage of the closeness to run his hands up and down her clothed spine. His tail had released her leg at her movement and now joined his hands at her waist, resting almost scandalously against the swell of her ass. Her own hands drifted down from his face, resting on his shoulders and gently playing with the edges of his hair that rested there.

He released another shuddering moan into the kiss, feeling her body sink deeper onto his, his body still lighting up in sensations he felt he never knew before. As his mind hurried to catch up to the evolving situation and new desires continued blooming within, one thing quickly became achingly clear. Much as his tail betrayed him before, he now felt a throbbing hardness hidden under the layer of his robes and pants. He had felt it pulse and twitch earlier at her careful caresses, but now with her intentions laid bare, the situation far from friendly, and her body pressed against his, there was no denying it as the blood rushed ever further down into his groin.

For a brief moment he felt as if he was almost searching for new things to fear to ignore the comfort and passion of their kisses. As perceptive as ever, Tav seemed to notice this new wave of nerves. That, or he realized, she couldn’t help but feel his erection pressed against her due to their proximity. She finally eased her mouth away from his, allowing them both to suck in a few much needed gulps of air.

Catching his eye and leaning her forehead close to his, he felt her adjust and give a long slow roll of her hips against his hardness.

Even through the many layers of fabric the sensation of pure pleasure that tore through him was undeniable. An unmistakably vulgar groan fell from his lips before he could quell it and he felt his eyelids flutter. Tav simply smiled, and repeated the motion, spreading her knees as wide as they could go to push her hips further against him.

Rolan trembled with delight; his mind once again racing to catch up to this new development. But as his mind looked for ways to worry about this, he found himself coming up blank. The unrelenting lust and passion of the situation finally staking claim on all of his senses. It felt so good. Too good to ignore or deny further.

Another roll of her hips had his heart racing at the unimaginable level of pleasure just the mere friction of her body pressing against his made him feel. She moved more purposefully now, without pause or hesitation, grinding her very core, her own heat, against him. Her goal it seemed, lay in far more carnal pleasures than just simply driving him mad.

He dipped a hand under the edge of her loose tunic as she continued to writhe against him, and he splayed his hand across her naked back. Savoring again the feeling of her flesh against his.

It was miraculous. It was indecent. It was passionate. It was lewd. But most importantly in his head, above all else – it just felt so fucking good.

“Tav…” He groaned, unable and now finally unafraid of holding back his vocal enjoyment at this point. “If you keep going...I...I’m going...to…” Each word came out punctuated by a heavy gasping breath. He was fully panting now, the sheer ecstasy at feeling her rut against him, at the friction rubbing against his hard cock, at the entire situation really – all already so close to pushing him over the edge.

Her response was immediate. She paused her rocking and pulled back a touch to look him square in the eye. There was not a trace of annoyance in her face; just pure care for him. For his comfort.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked, a little breathless. His throat burned. The immediacy of her response to him. Her unfaltering care for his feelings. The genuine and absolute respect. It struck him hard in the chest and felt almost as painful as the sudden loss of her delicious movements.

His eyes met hers. Part of him realized how improper this all was. He should be lavishing her with flowers and gifts. He supposed. He didn’t have much experience with it, but came to understand that was the thing to do during proper courtships. But a deeper part of him didn’t care. The city was in crumbles around them. They had defeated an army of mind-flayers and he himself had been to hell and back. To the hells with what was proper. He had tied his life to being stifled and composed; there was a time and place for it and now was neither.

“No, please don’t stop.” He finally breathed out. She grinned and leaned back in for another sweeping kiss, immediately resuming the pulsing and rocking of her hips against his. His entire body filled to the brim with burning fire again and another loud moan fell from his lips and the return of the sensation that was bringing him to the brink.

Tav was moaning too, he realized, soft breathy sounds, her breath hot against his ears. Provoked by the idea that she was possibly getting even a tiniest bit of the same level of pleasure from this that he was, he sat up slightly. He wrapped his arms fully around her, drawing her closer and holding her tight.

All last thoughts of maintaining composure well and fully gone, he thrust his groin up in time with her own movements. It took him a moment to find the right rhythm, the practice of movements such as this not in his natural repertoire. But before long they synced up in unison and increased the pace.

“Yes. Tav. Please. Tav. Please. Yes.” Words spilled from his lips with each jerking movement as the sensation within him built to a feverish peak. As the tingling feeling crested within him, at the last moments, all words seem to fail. Only moans and salacious grunts remained.

His grip tightened around her waist, one clawed hand grasping at her shirt, the other leaving scratches on her bare back as his body begin to coil and tense. It was the moment just before a spell releases, that last uttered syllable as it traveled from throat to teeth to air, bringing forth all kinds of magic into existence. He met her eyes again and she was that moment.

Her face was flush from her exertions, her pupils blown wide, staring at him with pure desire, her absolute and incessant need to take care of him. Him.

A last roll of her hips and he was done. He cried out obscenely as his tension released and he came so hard that his head spun. His cock pulsed, pressed hard between them, spilling his seed in his pants beneath his robe. As waves of his orgasm crested and rolled through his shaking and sputtering body, he felt his whole body begin to release in a way he didn’t think was possible. He tossed his head back to lean on the back of the couch it seemed like every muscle in his body went limp at once. He indeed thought he might pass out with the way his heart pounded in his chest and he sucked in deep gasps of air; thinking he might never catch his breath.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind he thought of the mess he had made, in his own clothes no less, but it was quickly overtaken by the feeling of Tav leaning close, looking to close the gap he had created by sinking into the couch.

She placed a wet kiss against the throbbing pulse of his neck and nuzzled her face there while he rode out the high of his own selfish, greedy pleasure.

After a moment of deep breathing and bliss, his heart started to calm and points of panic and fear started to creep back into his mind one by one. He adjusted his head slightly to sit up, needing to face her. Feeling him move, Tav sat up further as well to meet his eyes, but made no move to climb down off his lap.

“Can I still take you to dinner?” He asked quickly as their eyes met, addressing the most pressing of his concerns; that this was just a little fling. He pulled his hand back out of her shirt, wanting this to feel as formal and romantic as possible now, given the situation. Tav smiled brightly and gave an eager nod, leaning in for a quick, and rather chaste, kiss.

“I would be a little offended if you didn’t.” She raised a brow at him. “How about tonight?” She suggested and he once again reveled in her boldness. A quality, he quite felt, that was rubbing off on him.

Rolan cleared his throat; it would be next to impossible to regain full composure after what they had done, but he still tried.

“Yes. Grand. Wonderful. Great. We shall...um… have dinner tonight then.” He said, sounding almost curt in his attempt to seem collected.

Tav was utterly unfazed by his tone and gave him another smile and a tender kiss on his lips before starting to try and disentangle herself from his hands and tail, intending on standing up.

Despite the embarrassing mess in his pants, despite the awkwardness of the situation, despite her trying to start to pull away; he found himself pulling her back. His whole body, not just his tail this time, speaking for him and refusing to let her go. He pulled her back in tightly and pressed his cheek to hers, letting his eyes shut with a soft sigh as her warm body enveloped his.

Tav paused a moment before giving in and wrapped her arms around his neck, relaxing herself back into his arms.

“Can we just…stay like this a moment more?” He whispered softly into her neck before he lost the courage to do so. He found himself struck with a deep fear at letting her go. It overtook any apprehension he felt about actually giving his feelings a voice. What if she didn’t come back? What if something happened to her? What it what if what it. But, most striking among his worry, was the ache he could already feel at lack of contact. Now that he had felt her touch he didn’t think he could survive without it.

“As long as you like.” Tav whispered back with a smile against his cheek.

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forever-rogue · 6 months ago

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Hi babes! So I’ve had this idea running around my brain for days.

Basically Cooper Howard and the reader knew each other pre-apocalypse (up to you wether it was romantic or platonic) but after the bombs go off, the reader makes it to a vault where she is put in a cryopod for 200 years to see that the rest of her vault is dead from asphyxiation (I definitely didn’t think of this by playing fallout 4). So she escapes and later finds Cooper (she recognises him and then realises it’s him), it’s up to you how it goes from there 🫶🏻.

Anyway, I love your work! Hope you’re doing great! 💗

AN | I love this concept. Enjoy❤️

Pairing | Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x fem!reader

Warnings | language; mentions of canon typical violence

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main

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“You look like you’ve got something on your mind, sugar,” Cooper came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. You made a small sound of content before leaning into him and turning your head to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“I’m just…thinking,” you whispered before turning around so you were facing him. The warm evening breeze swirled around the two of you as you leaned against the porch railing, and looked down the Hollywood hills. He took your face in his hands, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“You do that a lot,” he teased as you rolled your eyes in amusement, “too much thinking ain’t good for you.”

“Well, between the two of us, one of us has to use a brain cell once in a while,” he scoffed as he gently squeezed your cheeks before pressing a kiss to your lips. When he let go, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him a few more times, “I love you, you know?”

“I know,” he confirmed with a soft nod, “I love you too, sweetheart. You gonna tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“I suppose,” you sighed lightly, resting your hands on his chest, “do you think that...it seems silly, but do you think that it'll ever happen? The nuclear war. Or do you think it’s all just a big pissing contest?”

“I think,” he took one of your hands and brought it to his lips in order to press a kiss to your knuckles, “that you worry too much too often.”

“I know,” you agreed, “I know I do. I just can't help it sometimes. What if something happens?”

“If anything were to happen, we’d face it together and figure it out,” he promised and while you liked the idea of his sweet words, it didn’t totally alleviate your worries. He’d been trying to convince himself as much as you. It had been a constant in his mind as well. He wasn’t as good of a liar as he believed he was.

“Rest assured Cooper Howard,” you whispered softly, “that I will always find you and be with you. No matter what life brings.”

He pressed his forehead to yours and let out a small sigh. You echoed the sound sweetly before kissing him again, “I promise, Coop.”

“I promise too.”

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“Cooper?” your brow furrowed as you looked at the tall figure standing in front of you. The first time seeing a Ghoul had almost caused you to have a heart attack; you hadn’t been expecting to see someone so…crispy. Being asleep for the last two hundred years hadn’t prepared you for half the things you’d seen in the short time since you’d escaped Vault 111. Like the radroaches - seriously? Weren’t those things bad enough normal? Nature had definitely fucked up with that one.

Some things you could get used to easily, but other things were definitely going to take time. Two hundred years had passed and you hadn’t experienced a single thing. In some ways it felt like you’d been a lamb left to slaughter.

After you’d gotten over your initial shock at the Ghouls, you’d realized, with a heavy heart, that they were just people too. People had suffered unfortunate circumstances but they were still just people…mostly. Realistically you’d been rather lucky when it came down to it. You had a long nap while others suffered.

But you’d recognize him anywhere; you’d memorized every part of him so many years ago. You weren’t sure if you could ever forget him.

But this…this wasn’t who you were expecting to see. Honestly, you didn’t expect to see him ever again, but here he was…alive and breathing. Maybe.

“Cooper,” you took a step closer while he took a step back, his hand brushing along the holster at his side. You held up your hands in a meek attempt to show your innocence; it still made your heart constrict to see his response to you, “i-it’s me.”

“I’m ain’t fallin’ for that one, sweetheart,” he drawled, causing a frown to tug down the corners of your mouth, “I know when I’m hallucinating and I’m not about to go feral.”

“What are you…talking about?” you watched in confusion as he reached into his pocket and grabbed a small vial before downing it in one go. He tossed the bottle to the side, letting it clink off the side of a building, “I don't ... I don’t know what’s going on! I don’t understand anything here, but I know it’s you. I’d know you anywhere.”

He made a sound at the back of his throat as he blinked a few times, still looking at you as if he was trying to decide if he’d already gone feral or whatever it was called. You wondered if he would even possibly shoot you.

“That’s impossible,” he said quietly as he studied you. It was like you were frozen in time - you looked exactly the same as you did two hundred years ago. It wasn’t possible for you to look like that when he looked like…a monster, “you look just like her but you can’t be her.”

“Cooper Howard,” you sighed in exasperation, running a hand through your hair. You’d always done that and he’d seen that look on your face a thousand times before, “I don’t know exactly what happened to me. I-I woke up and I was in one of those weird vaults that they used to talk about and there was no else there. A couple of skeletons and a bunch of these giant cockroaches-”

“Radroaches.”

“Radroaches,” you rolled your eyes and that almost had him let down his guard, “and I got out. I don’t know what year it is and I don’t know what’s happened. I’m just here. And I have no fucking clue what I’m doing or where I’m going or what’s even happening in the world anymore. But I found you. I know it’s you. I told you that I’d always find you.”

He allowed himself to relax as he tried to put the pieces together to see if your story made sense. The worst part of it all was that it made sense. The day the life as he’d always known it stopped, he hadn’t seen you. But he knew that you’d been at the Vault-Tec headquarters that day. It made sense. It made sense.

He hated that. Hated that you were forced to experience this strange new world, and even more that you had been all but abandoned to figure it out for yourself. But he couldn’t deny that there was a palpable feeling running through his entire being at the sight of you. Your smile was just as pretty as he remembered; he thought about it a lot. Thought about you a lot, still to this day, despite the fact that it had been literal centuries.

He’d accepted that you were dead a long time ago. But here you were, a ghost of a life that once was.

You let out a nervous laugh at his silence, feeling like a fool, “are you gonna say anything or am I just going to keep standing here like an idiot?”

“You should turn back around and walk to the nearest vault and pray that they take you in,” was all he managed to choke out as you felt the tears start to sting at the back of your eyes. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to figure out what to possibly even say to him, “you ain’t cut out for his world. You weren’t made for it. You ain’t gonna survive up here on the surface.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you stomped your foot, an unwitting little habit that you had, “you want me to just walk away?”

“Yeah,” he pulled the brim of his hat lower, voice gruff, “I do.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, trying to hold back all that you were feeling, “and what? You’re cut out for this world?”

“Look at me,” he growled deeply, “I’m a fuckin’ monster made for this world.”

You flinched at the sound of the self hatred in his voice. He wasn’t anything like you’d remembered or expected, but he was still your Cooper.

“You should get going, darlin’.”

You turned on your heel, ready to walk…somewhere. Anywhere other than there, left to be humiliated.

“Tell me one thing,” you turned back to face him, finding that he was still watching you intently, “what year is it?”

“2296.”

Your heart almost stopped for a moment as you tried not to panic.

Over two hundred years since you’d last walked the world. You’d been sleeping for over two hundred years while Cooper had been suffering. You had so many questions, but more than anything your heart hurt for everything that he’d been through.

You offered him a nod before walking away, this time for real, trying to figure out what the actual fuck you were going to do.

Cooper watched you go wordlessly, eyes on you until you were but a small speck in the distance.

“Who was that?” Lucy appeared at his side along with the canine companion they'd named Dogmeat, a curious expression on her face, “did you know her?”

“It was no one,” the sharpness of his voice caught Lucy off guard and she raised her eyebrows in question, “just lost.”

“Okie dokie,” she hitched her backpack higher onto her shoulders, “we should keep going before it gets dark.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with her, finding his heart wasn’t quite in it, “get a move on kid.”

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This was a weird world. Like really weird. There were creatures that you'd encountered that appeared to be descendants of the ones you'd known during your previous life. Roaches definitely weren't supposed to be the size of dogs. Dogs really shouldn't have been up to your shoulders. And that thing that you'd encountered that was maybe a fish? Wild.

It was all so much to get used to and it felt like you were a child all over again. You had met a kind woman that had taken you into her diner (or whatever a diner was these days) and helped to get you back on your feet. The first order of business? Getting rid of the vault suit; not'd noticed an immediate shift in how people treated you once the suit was gone.

The one thing that hadn't changed? Men. Men continued to the worst, leering shamelessly after you. Looks like not even radiation can evolve that out of men.

You still had not clue what you were going to do with your life or anything really, but at least now you had a safe space to learn to adapt and overcome. Now you just had about two hundred years of history to catch up on. Learning about places called the New California Republic and New Vegas definitely told you that something big had happened.

Everything else, you hoped, would fall into place over time. You did, however, have your suspicions that Vault-Tec were nothing but a bunch of liars confirmed. There was that at least. And you'd learned what a Ghoul was - what Cooper was. It didn't sound like it had been a fun reality for him.

At least if you were going to start aging naturally, you wouldn’t have to suffer in this hell forever.

You were helping around the diner one afternoon when the doors swung open to reveal Cooper, along with a young woman and a dog. Funny, you thought to yourself, Cooper had always adored dogs.

The rag dropped from your hand as blinked wordlessly at them. Neither you nor Cooper said anything, silence thick and heavy between the two of you.

“Do you have any pie?” The young woman asked, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips as she looked around, “and maybe some water?”

“S-sure,” you stammered nervously pointing at the table towards the back, “I'll get that pie.”

And just like that, Cooper was back in your life.

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Without Cooper, you weren't quite sure what to do. Honestly, you had been sure what you'd do once you left the vault along, but you figured when you found him that things would fall into place…or make a little more sense anyway. But as you'd made your way through the skeletons that littered the vault, you weren't entirely convinced that this wasn't some sort of fever dream.

And Cooper had turned his back on you.

Only to come back to rescue you.

“What happened?” He asked, his voice dropping softly, almost like he was letting down his guard, “how did you end up in one of those pods?”

“I don't know,” you admitted, wiping your hands on your knees as you looked at him, “I-I remember bits and pieces but not the whole thing.”

He made a small sound of acknowledgment but didn’t say much else. You’d been wracking your brain for weeks now - ever since you’d escaped the vault - about what exactly happened before you took a centuries long nap.

“The last thing I really remember was speaking with that Maclean kid, the one that had recently started working at Vault-Tec. We got into an argument about something and he shoved me around and then…I think he hit me. The next thing I can remember is waking up.”

“Life is funny, ain’t it,” he pinched his brow before looking at you with a pained expression, “Hank Maclean is still alive. The girl I’ve been traveling with…she’s his kid. I think everyone finally found just what kind of a person he is. And it ain’t a good one.”

“He’s still alive,” you breathed out heavily, trying to decide if you were angry with him or…in a twisted way, thankful. You supposed the last two hundred years could have been a lot worse than just sleeping through them. But then again, if you’d been awake and aging, you’d have been long dead by now, “this is all so…weird.”

Silence fell over the two of you for a few bit, as you started at the roaring fire. It was dangerous, or so you’d been told by almost everyone you’d encountered. But somehow with Cooper by yourself, you didn’t feel scared or nervous.

“I looked for you,” he said after a short while as your attention snapped to him, “for a long time. Decades.”

“Really?” your voice cracked on the simple question as he nodded.

“After a while, I realized you were probably dead,” your heart twisted at that, “it was the only logical answer. Unless you’d ended up like me and I would never wish that on you.”

“What happened, Cooper?” you asked softly. You wanted to know but you also didn’t want to push him either. You still had so many questions about this strange new world, “you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Your curiosity was one of the things I always loved about you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, almost sounding just as you remembered, “to put it simply, radiation. I got a little bit too much of that radiation and then I became like one of them radroaches, adapting and surviving.”

“Radiation,” you repeated softly, “fuck me. Am I going to-”

“You’ll be fine,” he reassured you, “radiation levels are livable now.”

“Oh,” you swallowed thickly as you gave him a nod, “that’s good…I think.”

“You don’t deserve to have to live in such a world,” he caught your eye and looked at you intently, “in a way I wished you’d never have had to experience it. It would have been easier if you’d just…died that day they dropped the bombs. But in a selfish way, I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart. Still the prettiest face I’ve ever seen.”

You snorted in amusement as your face warmed up, “still the biggest flirt I’ve ever met Cooper Howard. In a selfish way, I’m glad you’re here too.”

“You’re telling me that you’re happy to see his ugly old face?” he asked, his voice turning gruff and bitter, “darlin’, you could be looking at a gulper and it’d be a prettier sight.”

“What’s a gulper?” your mind reeled with possibilities of what in the actual hell a gulper was.

“I…nevermind,” you didn’t need to know about those horrors just yet, “there’s a lot of things that are prettier than I am.”

“Agree to disagree,” you insisted with a soft laugh, “I’m glad you’re here, you know. Even if it sucks and this whole world sucks. I’m glad you’re still here. Selfish or not.”

You stood up and brushed yourself off before walking over to him and plopping onto the ground next to him so you were facing him. You reached for his hand and took it in yours, giving it a squeeze so tender that it almost made him cry. He never thought he’d get to feel such a touch ever again.

“So,” you whispered softly, “what’s next?”

“You’re not ready to run for the hills and hide?” he joked, half serious.

“Nope,” you promised, “besides, what the fuck am I going to do here by myself? I know nothing about anything anymore.”

“Want to help me and the kind find Hank Maclean?” he asked as your eyebrows raised up, “it’s a long story.”

“I’m in,” you promised, “but there’s one thing I want to do first.”

“And what’s that, sugar?”

“This,” you leaned in and took his face in your hands, before gently leaning and kissing him. When you pulled away he looked at you in surprise, “that’s all.”

“C’mere,” he put his hands on your hips and hauled you onto his lap, “you should know better than to start something you can’t finish.”

“Oh, I fully intended to finish,” you grinned, “I’ve missed you, Coop.”

“I’ve missed you every day for a long time,” he sighed, “I’m not letting you go again.”

“Good.”

#cooper howard #cooper howard x you #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x fem!reader #the ghoul x reader #fallout tv #fallout #walton goggins

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spncrscasey · 3 months ago

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You’re Losing Me (s.r.)

Fandom/Characters: Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 863

Summary: Some love lasts. Sadly, yours didn’t.

Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, a singular petname, no happy ending (i’m sorry, i hate sad endings too but there was no way of fixing this lol)

a/n: i’ve been obsessed with song fics recently so i decided to do another one inspired by you’re losing me by taylor swift !! so hoping i did my baby spencer’s character justice and portrayed him well considering i’ve restarted this over 4 times and it still ended up shorter than i wanted it to- anyway i’m gonna close my eyes and hit post because the more i reread it the more i start hating it so hopefully yall enjoy reading this more than me while listening to my girl tay <3

“You’re just ending it!? I- I don’t understand.”

“Of course, you don’t Spencer!” You yelled, raising your hands in frustration.

You paced back and forth, looking around at the space you once called home, a concept that now seemed so distant, so foreign. You couldn't understand when everything began to unravel. One minute, you were the love of his life, the woman who he would go to the ends of the earth for, and the next, it was as if you didn't even matter.

He was always at work but on the rare occasions when he was home, he’d head straight to bed, somehow managing to skillfully evade any connection with you throughout the entire evening. The goodbye kisses, the random texts throughout his day, the nightly ‘I love you’s’— they had all slowly stopped as well. It was as if he was absent even when he was right next to you.

You attempted talking to him about it, trying to get him to open up and tell you what's bothering him. Yet, he consistently brushed you off, claiming, 'You wouldn't understand.' You hated being on the sidelines of his life, and you resented him even more for placing you there, little by little.

When had he stopped confiding in you?

The room where you now found yourselves arguing in was once a sanctuary of shared laughter and cherished moments. Its walls had witnessed endless expressions of love and happiness, but the light in it had started to dull.

You sighed, taking a seat on the armchair in the corner of the dimly lit room. You placed your head in your hands, exhausted from the constant screaming.

“When did you stop loving me, Spencer?” You whispered, almost inaudible, but he heard anyway.

The question had been circling your brain nonstop for the last few months. Did you do something wrong? Was there another woman? Did he just randomly fall out of love? Did he ever even love you in the first place?

So many questions, yet he couldn't seem to answer any of them.

You were waiting for him to say something, anything. To tell you that he never stopped, or maybe the exact moment he did. But it never came.

When he didn't respond you continued, “Was it something I did?”

He was quick to reply to that one, “No sweetheart, never.”

The pet name was like a slap to the face. ‘Sweetheart.’ A name that he hadn't used to refer to you in months. So what gave him the right to use it now when you wanted to break up with him?

“You don't get to call me that anymore.” You said, tone almost as sharp as the glare you were sending him.

He visibly flinched. You chuckled to yourself at his reaction, looking up, but there was no humor in your tone.

“I gave you everything Spencer! I showed you endless empathy- after particularly hard cases where all you wanted was to fall asleep, or when-” You took a breath cutting yourself off before continuing, “Or when you came back from prison and had a difficult time opening up, I understood and gave you your space.”

Your eyes had started brimming with tears threatening to fall. You didn't want them to. Didn't want to show him how much he's hurt you, how much his actions affected you.

You composed yourself before adding, “And what did I get in return? Your ignorance.”

When you finally locked eyes, you could see so much hurt in his gaze that you almost felt sorry for him. Almost. You didn't intend to cause him pain, but there was a strange satisfaction in knowing that he was experiencing the same level of hurt that had consumed you for the past few months.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he blinked rapidly, struggling to articulate his thoughts. The usually talkative genius was suddenly left in stunned silence, unable to say anything.

You both sat in quiet for a moment, air thick with indecision. You heard him take a breath and speak, breaking the silence, “I'm sorry, Y/N- I didn't know you felt this way. I didn't think my actions were affecting our relationship.” He paused before beginning again, voice lower, “I guess I just didn't realize I stopped loving you.”

Every word he uttered felt like a dagger plunging into your heart. Unleashing a flood of emotions that gradually drained the life out of you, pulse fading, too far gone to bring back to life.

“I guess being myself wasn't enough for you to see me.” You announced, rising from your seat, and heading towards the door.

You turned to glance at him one final time, the moonlight catching the strands of his messy brunette hair and casting a cool glow on his beautiful brown eyes. You wanted to capture every detail into your memory- the gentle crinkles at the corner of his eyes, the way his hair fell across his forehead, and the way his eyes sparkled with emotion.

You slightly smiled before twisting the doorknob, “Thanks for at least being honest with me.”

I can't find a pulse. My heart won't start anymore.

#sky writes #ssa spencer reid #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #dr reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #song fic #spencer reid x y/n #song inspired #song inspired fic #criminal minds #ssa reid #you’re losing me #ts #taylor swift #midnights #you’re losing me taylor swift

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katyawriteswhump · 3 months ago

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See if I care

Late entry for @steddieangstyaugust prompt 24: ‘Go, see if I care,’ and also prompt 18 ‘right person, wrong time’ (I originally scribbled this idea for that one… whoops!)

Summary: When Eddie develops mysterious powers, he’s scared out of his mind. Steve is equally terrified of losing Eddie.

Rating: E. CW: problematic emotions, sexual content, self harm. Tags: established steddie, needy steve, eddie had powers. WC: 2000-ish.

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Steve was staring into the pool, which had been emptied for the winter, when the mail van drew up outside.

He hurried over to take the delivery then turned over the single dog-eared letter. The address was written in Eddie’s hand. A thunderclap resonated through Steve’s chest, and he opened it quickly.

Steve, sorry it’s been ages since my last letter. Peru was a bust, so I followed the crazy visions to Pittsburgh, where I found this total badass with powers like mine. She’s helped me access locked up memories, and it’s blown me away.

Apparently, I spent several years as a kid in Hawkins Lab. Yeah, that dump that looks all shut up. They trained me to use my powers as a weapon, some bull about beating Soviets, and then something happened. Something so bad, my memory still won’t let me see it. After that, they must’ve somehow dumped me back with my uncle, and he was made to believe I was with my Pa all that lost time…

Steve skipped forward, flipped over the paper.

“Please, Eddie,” he whispered, “I need to know you’re coming home, or I’m gonna lose my mind.”

….

Three months earlier

“This is a baaaad idea,” said Eddie, as he and Steve squished into the bank queue. “They’ll take one look at the tats, the hair, the name Munson, and they’ll pee their forced-conformity pants and run screaming.”

“Jesus, have a little faith.” Steve didn’t get what Eddie was so nervous about. “They’ll let us open the account, no sweat. I’ve got a reference from my mom, and she’s super-well respected.”

“Yeah, but putting down a deposit for a condo? It’s kinda drastic, dude. I mean—”

“Chill.” Steve’s fingertips brushed Eddie’s soft lips. “It’s gonna be f—"

“EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND.”

Steve’s heart literally leaped into his mouth. A bunch of armed guys wearing cartoon character masks stormed into the bank. Steve threw himself behind the nearest counter, bunched up with Eddie and several others from the queue. Screams and cries filled the air, echoed by the piercing rat-a-tat of gunfire.

Steve covered his ears. Oh God, oh God. But they’re only after money. They don’t want us.

He lifted his face from his knees, reached for Eddie’s hand. Eddie looked frantic, clenching and unclenching his other fist.

“Breathe,” mouthed Steve. “It’s gonna be—"

At the sound of a child’s wail, Steve’s blood jumped again. He peeped around the counter. A robber wearing a Bugs Bunny mask had picked on a woman who’d been waiting with her kid. The little girl screamed and sobbed, while the robber waved his gun at the kneeling woman:

“Open the vault, NOW,” yelled Bugs to a quivering bank clerk. “Or you’re all gonna be finger-painting with mommy’s brains.”

Steve leaped to his feet, threw his arms in the air. “What is wrong with you, a-hole? Taking a hostage with a kid?”

“Yeah? You wanna be a hero? You wanna take her place?”

“Um…” Steve’s brain caught up with his instincts and his knees turned to jello.

Oh. Shit.

Steve felt a sickening crack across the back of his head. The next few minutes passed in a pain-drenched blur. He was thrown to the ground, dragged up again, pushed around. There was waaaay too much noise, more shouts about opening the vault, and he was scared he was gonna puke. He found himself held flush against Bugs Bunny’s chest, the cool butt of a pistol at his temple.

Always did hate that son-of-a-bitch carrot muncher.

“You wanna play games too?” Steve winced at the robber’s deafening yell in his ear, although the gun slid from his head. He lifted his chin to see Eddie facing them down. Looking pissed and spooked in equal measures. “Do YOU want a bullet in your brain, you long-haired loon?"

Steve’s terror spiked. Eddie lifted his arms and roared. A heavy blast hit Steve, throwing him backwards. He impacted something with a crunch and then landed with a heavy splat in a slick sea of blood and gore.

Somebody shot me. Or there was a bomb. I’m dying!

A wave of dizziness carried Steve far, far away.

…

Steve was in hospital for twenty-four hours, suffering from concussion, bruising and shock. Dustin visited Steve. His mom flew home, leaving his father alone in Paris. Robin was hard to get rid of. No sign of Steve’s boyfriend, though.

He was back at home in his room—moping and bored out of his aching skull—when someone tapped on the window. Steve hurried over, grabbed a wide-eyed, scared-looking Eddie and hauled him inside.

“Thanks,” gasped Eddie. “You know I suck at climbing.”

“Why not use the door like a normal person?” They stood nose to nose, breaths bated, not quite touching. “I mean, my mom isn’t mad at you. Not like I am.”

A beat passed. Steve glared and trembled and was pretty sure Eddie trembled worse.

“Steve, I’m sorry I didn’t swing by before.”

Steve exhaled crossly, mumbled, “Whatever.” They tumbled forward into each other’s arms and into a desperate kiss.

Steve made out like it was his last moment on earth—all that mattered was Eddie’s touch, Eddie’s longed-for taste, Eddie’s nearness. When they finally broke apart, Steve rested his forehead on Eddie's, burrowed his arms up the back of Eddie’s t-shirt:

“What the heck happened?” he asked. “That grainy footage from the bank is all over the news. Half the town believes you killed that bank robber somehow, and Dustin sure as heck says it’s real. Telekinesis, or something like that. Why didn’t you tell me you had freakin’ superpowers?”

“Because it’s scaring the shit outta me.” Eddie extracted himself from Steve and started pacing the room. “Look, Steve. I’m gonna have to get the hell out of Dodge. Alone.”

It took a moment for Eddie’s words to hit home. Steve staggered back and sat down heavily on the bed. “You’re dumping me?”

“Listen, I only discovered I could do this weird shit recently and it’s brutal.” Eddie hooked his arms around himself, unhooked them, and began wringing his hands. “When you were in danger, I hadn't a clue what to do. Then I threw Bugs Bunny into that wall so hard he exploded and you got caught up in it. I had literally no control over ANYTHING. You see why I can’t be with you?”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “You’re blaming me?”

“Not what I said, Steve.” Eddie clawed his hair. “Don’t you get it? I could hurt more people. I could hurt you. And here’s the real stinger—you’re the town’s whitebread hero for offering yourself as hostage. I’m more of an outcast freak than ever! Hawkins Post ran an editorial saying I commune with the devil and should be arrested for Bugs’ murder. Jesus, I goddamn hate that I killed, and I’d do it all over… to save you.”

“I can handle this.” Steve squeezed the words from tightly clenched teeth. “Christ, I can look out for myself. None of this is a good reason for us to split.”

Eddie stopped pacing, puffed out a sigh that sounded horribly like one of relief. “I’m sorry. You’re the right person. It’s simply the wrong darn time.”

“Go, then!” Steve leaped up and screamed point-blank in Eddie’s face. “See if I care!”

Eddie’s shoulders slumped and he turned away. He’d gotten one leg slung over Steve’s windowsill, when he peeped back, face crumpling. Steve dived forward and flung his arms around Eddie. Two seconds later, they were rolling on his bed, kissing each other stupid again.

“Holy shit. I missed you so much,” groaned Eddie.

Steve savored a flicker of triumph, then plunged his tongue back down Eddie’s throat.

They peeled each other’s shirts off, kissing and breaking apart, then kissing again. Steve’s jaw ached, and all his bruises from the robbery started up singing. Soon, Eddie was dry rutting into Steve, jerky and desperate and hurting Steve worse. Steve didn’t care. His fingers tugged and tangled and messed up Eddie’s hair, and then he clung so hard.

They’d never had full-on sex. Steve was ready as always to roll over, spread his legs, and offer Eddie pretty much anything. He’d bang Eddie silly too, if Eddie wanted that. Eddie shoved his hand down the back of Steve’s pants, grabbed the meat of Steve’s butt and squeezed hungrily. Nevertheless, he seemed pretty happy carrying on like this, and they’d both already pushed beyond a semi. Steve fiddled down his own fly then Eddie’s.

“Damn, Steve… Gnnnng!”

They grasped each other’s dicks and scrubbed against each other’s stomachs, skins sliding, getting slippery and wet. Then they started up kissing again, and it was never gonna take long. Steve spurted messily over Eddie’s hand and chest. Eddie’s dick jerked crazily in the circle of Steve’s fist.

Jesus... Wow! Ouch?!?

Steve felt like his brain as well as Eddie’s dick exploded. Gaudy colors wheeled in front of his eyes, echoed by a disturbing crackling noise. Eddie broke the kiss, collapsed, boneless and sweaty, on top of Steve.

For a few happy moments, they floated, their heavy breaths falling into rhythm.

Then Steve spotted the broken window, the glass on the carpet.

And heard his mother’s shout: “Steve? Are you okay? What on earth was that noise?”

“Fine, mom. Uh, just a minute.” Thank Christ his door was bolted.

Steve remained on the bed, his brains still mush from the crazy-hot orgasm. Eddie was already on his feet, dragging his shirt on. Then he was at the window, gingerly hoisting himself over the shattered remnants of the pane.

“Don’t you dare!” hissed Steve, forcing himself bolt upright. “I’m coming with you. I just need to grab some stuff. Clothes… meds… cash.”

“Are you insane? You either bagged yourself a poltergeist who hates guys jacking off together… or I just exploded your window.” Eddie raked damp hair from his doleful eyes. “I’m sorry, Babe. I hope this won’t be forever.”

He lowered himself down and disappeared. Steve dithered, torn. He wanted to chase after Eddie, but his stupid concussion headache now hurtled back with vengeance. Plus, his mom hammered on the door. “Steve! What’s going on?”

“I, uh… I dunno.” He straightened his clothes, bustled to conceal the worst of the mess. “I had the TV on, and… Something smashed into my window, I guess.”

He let her in and slumped on his destroyed bed, while she tiptoed around the glass. He dabbed his lips, still burning with Eddie’s kisses.

He waited till his mom had gone to call a glazier. Then he busted his knuckles punching the wall, nursed his bleeding fist, and cried.

…

Steve scanned the letter, helplessly seeking the words he needed.

The words that told him Eddie was coming home to him at last.

After Eddie had left, Steve had holed himself away with Dustin, who’d shared geek theories about Eddie’s powers—mainly gamma rays and other dweeby shit out of comic books. Dustin knew tons more about Eddie’s crazy-pants talents than Steve did. In fact, Steve suspected Eddie had spilled all to Dustin long before he’d been forced to reveal himself to Steve.

“His powers were changing him,” Dustin had told Steve. “Eddie was never one for heroics. And there he was, foiling bank robberies. It scared him shitless.”

“Total bull,” Steve had snapped. “Eddie always had that streak in him, I swear. The only thing he’s being a coward about is…

“… me.”

Yada yada yada.

Me, me, ME.

Steve guts knotted tightly, as he scanned Eddie’s letter a third time.

I love you, wrote Eddie, toward the end.

“I love you too,” murmured Steve. “When you’re ready to come home, I promise I won’t frogmarch you into another bank. Push you into all that grown-up crap. I’ll be there for you, when you need me. God, I’m such an idiot.”

He furiously screwed up the letter and dropped it to the leaves and sludge at the bottom of the empty pool. Then he jumped in after and fished it right out. He read it properly, studying harder than he ever had in class.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Take all the time you need, Eddie. I wish I could tell you… I’ll wait.”

…

Eddie conquers all, becomes a superhero crime-fighter known as The Stunner. Steve is his sidekick and Dustin his gadget guy and they all live happily ever after.

Which is actually closer to the angst-light fic that I intended to write before this wrote itself instead 😛

Thanks for reading!

My Stranger Things fic on AO3

#steddieangstyaugust #steddie angsty august #steddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie smut #steddie fanfiction

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usagiumiko3 · 2 months ago

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hey guys🌌💕 i’ve been diving into emily brontë’s "the night is darkening round me" and while reading I made some connections between some poems and the lnds characters. here are some of my picks that I think resonate the best.

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» the prisoner «

in the dungeon-crypts, idly did i stray,

reckless of the lives wasting there away;

'draw the ponderous bars! open, warder stern!'

he dared not say me nay - the hingers harshly turn.

'our guests are darkly lodged,' i whisper'd, gazing through

the vault, whose grated eye showed heaven more grey than blue;

(this was when glad spring laughed in awaking pride;)

'aye, darkly lodged enough!' returned my sullen guide.

then, god forgive my youth; forgive my careless tongue;

i scoffed, as chill chains on the damp flag-stones rung:

'confined in triple walls, art thou so much to fear,

that we must bind thee down and clench thy fetters here?'

the captive raised her face, it was as soft and mild

as sculptured marble saint, or slumbering unwean'd child;

it was so soft and mild, it was so sweet and fair,

pain could not trace a line, nor grief a shadow there!

the captive raised her hand and pressed it to her brow;

'i have been struck,' she said, 'and i am suffering now;

yet these are little worth, your bolts and irons strong,

and, were they forged in steel, they could not hold me long.'

hoarse laughed the jailer grim: 'shall i be won to hear;

dost think, fond, dreaming wretch, that i shall grant thy prayer?

or, better still, wilt melt my master's heart with groans?

ah! sooner might the sun thaw down these granite stones.

'my master's voice is low, his aspect bland and kind,

but hard as hardest flint, the soul that lurks behind;

and i am rough and rude, yet not more rough to see

than is the hidden ghost that has its home in me.'

about her lips there played a smile of almost scorn,

'my friend,' she gently said, 'you have not heard me mourn;

when you my kindred's lives, my lost life, can restore,

then may i weep and sue, - but never, friend, before!

(.....)

'oh, dreadful is the check - intense the agony -

when the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;

when the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,

the soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.

'yet i would lose no sting, would wish no torture less,

the more that anguish racks, the earlier it will bless;

and robed in fires of hell, or bright with heavenly shine,

if it but herald death, the vision is divine!'

she ceased to speak, and we, unanswering, turned to go -

we had no further power to work the captive woe:

her cheek, her gleaming eye, declared that man had given

a sentence, unapproved, and overruled by heaven.

» ‘no coward soul is mine’ «

no coward soul is mine

no trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere

i see heaven's glories shine

and faith shines equal arming me from fear

o god within my breast

almighty ever-present deity

life, that in me hast rest

as i undying life, have power in thee

vain are the thousand creeds

that move men's hearts, unutterably vain,

worthless as withered weeds

or idlest froth amid the boundless main

to waken doubt in one

holding so fast by thy infinity

so surely anchored on

the steadfast rock of immortality

with wide-embracing love

thy spirit animates eternal years

pervades and broods above,

changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

though earth and moon were gone

and suns and universes ceased to be

and thou wert left alone

every existence would exist in thee

there is not room for death

nor atom that his might could render void

since thou art being and breath

and what thou art may never be destroyed

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» remembrance «

cold in the earth - and the deep snow piled above thee,

far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!

have i forgot, my only love, to love thee,

severed at last by time's all-severing wave?

now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover

over the mountains, on that northern shore,

resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover

thy noble heart for ever, ever more?

cold in the earth - and fifteen wild decembers,

from those brown hills, have melted into spring:

faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers

after such years of change and suffering!

sweet love of youth, forgive, if i forget thee,

while the world's tide is bearing me along;

other desires and other hopes beset me,

hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

no later light has lightened up my heaven,

no second morn has ever shone for me;

all my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,

all my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

but, when the days of golden dreams had perished,

and even despair was powerless to destroy;

then did i learn how existence could be cherished,

strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.

then did i check the tears of useless passion -

weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;

sternly denied its burning wish to hasten

down to that tomb already more than mine.

and, even yet, i dare not let it languish,

dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;

once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,

how could i seek the empty world again?

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» stars «

ah! why, because the dazzling sun

restored our earth to joy,

have you departed, every one,

and left a desert sky?

all through the night, your glorious eyes

were gazing down in mine,

and with a full heart's thankful sighs,

i blessed that watch divine.

i was at peace, and drank your beams

as they were life to me;

and revelled in my changeful dreams,

like petrel on the sea.

thought followed thought, star followed star,

through boundless regions, on;

while one sweet influence, near and far,

thrilled through, and proved us one!

why did the morning dawn to break

so great, so pure, a spell;

and scorch with fire, the tranquil cheek,

where your cool radiance fell?

blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,

his fierce beams struck my brow;

the soul of nature, sprang, elate,

but mine sank sad and low!

my lids closed down, yet through their veil,

i saw him, blazing, still,

and steep in gold the misty dale,

and flash upon the hill.

i turned me to the pillow, then,

to call back night, and see

your worlds of solemn light, again,

throb with my heart, and me!

it would not do - the pillow glowed,

and glowed both roof and floor;

and birds sang loudly in the wood,

and fresh winds shook the door;

the curtains waved, the wakened flies

were murmuring round my room,

imprisoned there, till i should rise,

and give them leave to roam.

oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night;

oh, night and stars return!

and hide me from the hostile light,

that does not warm, but burn;

that drains the blood of suffering men;

drinks tears, instead of dew;

let me sleep through his blinding reign,

and only wake with you!

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» anticipation «

how beautiful the earth is still,

to thee - how full of happiness!

how little fraught with real ill,

or unreal phantoms of distress!

how spring can bring thee glory, yet,

and summer win thee to forget

december's sullen time!

why dost thou hold the treasure fast,

of youth's delight, when youth is past,

and thou art near thy prime?

when those who were thy own compeers,

equals in fortune and in years,

have seen their morning melt in tears,

to clouded, smileless day;

blest, had they died untried and young,

before their hearts went wandering wrong,

poor slaves, subdued by passions strong,

a weak and helpless prey!

‘because, i hoped while they enjoyed,

and, by fulfilment, hope destroyed;

as children hope, with trustful breast,

i waited bliss - and cherished rest.

a thoughtful spirit taught me, soon,

that we must long till life be done;

that every phase of earthly joy

must always fade, and always cloy:

‘this i foresaw - and would not chase

the fleeting treacheries;

but, with firm foot and tranquil face,

held backward from that tempting race,

gazed o'er the sands the waves efface,

to the enduring seas -

there cast my anchor of desire

deep in unknown eternity;

nor ever let my spirit tire,

with looking for what is to be!

'it is hope's spell that glorifies,

like youth, to my maturer eyes,

all nature's million mysteries,

the fearful and the fair -

hope soothes me in the griefs i know;

she lulls my pain for others' woe,

and makes me strong to undergo

what i am born to bear.

'glad comforter! will i not brave,

unawed, the darkness of the grave?

nay, smile to hear death's billows rave -

sustained, my guide, by thee?

the more unjust seems present fate,

the more my spirit swells elate,

strong, in thy strength, to anticipate

rewarding destiny!'

» self-interrogation «

(….)

‘time stands before the door of death,

upbraiding bitterly;

and conscience, with exhaustless breath,

pours black reproach on me:

‘and though i've said that conscience lies,

and time should fate condemn;

still, sad repentance clouds my eyes,

and makes me yield to them!'

‘then art thou glad to seek repose?

art glad to leave the sea,

and anchor all thy weary woes

in calm eternity?

'nothing regrets to see thee go -

not one voice sobs "farewell",

and where thy heart has suffered so,

canst thou desire to dwell?'

‘alas! the countless links are strong

that bind us to our clay;

the loving spirit lingers long,

and would not pass away!

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» ‘the night is darkening round me’ «

the night is darkening round me

the wild winds coldly blow

but a tyrant spell has bound me

and i cannot cannot go

the giant trees are bending

their bare boughs weighed with snow and

the storm is fast descending

and yet i cannot go

clouds beyond clouds above me

wastes beyond wastes below

but nothing drear can move me

i will not cannot go

- - -

i'll come when thou art saddest

laid alone in the darkened room

when the mad day's mirth has vanished

and the smile of joy is banished

from evening's chilly gloom

i'll come when the heart's [real feeling

has entire unbiased sway

and my influence o'er thee stealing

grief deepening joy congealing

shall bear thy soul away

listen 'tis just the hour

the awful time for thee

dost thou not feel upon thy soul

a flood of strange sensations roll

forerunners of a sterner power

heralds of me

- - -

i would have touched the heavenly key

that spoke alike of bliss and thee

i would have woke the entrancing song

but its words died upon my tongue

and then i knew that hallowed strain

could never speak of joy again

and then i felt

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» death «

death! that struck when i was most confiding

in my certain faith of joy to be -

strike again, time's withered branch dividing

from the fresh root of eternity!

leaves, upon time's branch, were growing brightly,

full of sap, and full of silver dew;

birds beneath its shelter gathered nightly;

daily round its flowers the wild bees flew.

sorrow passed, and plucked the golden blossom;

guilt stripped off the foliage in its pride;

but, within its parent's kindly bosom,

flowed for ever life's restoring tide.

little mourned i for the parted gladness,

for the vacant nest and silent song -

hope was there, and laughed me out of sadness;

whispering, 'winter will not linger long!'

and, behold! with tenfold increase blessing,

spring adorned the beauty-burdened spray;

wind and rain and fervent heat, caressing,

lavished glory on that second may!

high it rose - no winged grief could sweep it;

sin was scared to distance with its shine;

love, and its own life, had power to keep it

from all wrong - from every blight but thine!

cruel death! the young leaves droop and languish;

evening's gentle air may still restore -

no! the morning sunshine mocks my anguish -

time, for me, must never blossom more!

strike it down, that other boughs may flourish

where that perished sapling used to be;

thus, at least, its mouldering corpse will nourish

that from which it sprung - eternity.

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» faith and despondency «

‘the winter wind is loud and wild,

come close to me, my darling child;

forsake thy books, and mateless play;

and, while the night is gathering grey,

we'll talk its pensive hours away; -

‘iernë, round our sheltered hall

november's gusts unheeded call;

not one faint breath can enter here

enough to wave my daughter's hair,

and i am glad to watch the blaze

glance from her eyes, with mimic rays;

to feel her cheek so softly pressed,

in happy quiet on my breast.

‘but, yet, even this tranquillity

brings bitter, restless thoughts to me;

and, in the red fire's cheerful glow,

i think of deep glens, blocked with snow;

i dream of moor, and misty hill,

where evening closes dark and chill;

for, lone, among the mountains cold,

lie those that i have loved of old.

and my heart aches, in hopeless pain

exhausted with repinings vain,

that i shall greet them ne'er again!'

» honour's martyr «

the moon is full this winter night;

the stars are clear, though few;

and every window glistens bright,

with leaves of frozen dew.

the sweet moon through your lattice gleams

and lights your room like day;

and there you pass, in happy dreams,

the peaceful hours away!

while i, with effort hardly quelling

the anguish in my breast,

wander about the silent dwelling,

and cannot think of rest.

the old clock in the gloomy hall

ticks on, from hour to hour;

and every time its measured call

seems lingering slow and slower:

and oh, how slow that keen-eyed star

has tracked the chilly grey!

what, watching yet! how very far

the morning lies away!

without your chamber door i stand;

love, are you slumbering still?

my cold heart, underneath my hand,

has almost ceased to thrill.

bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,

and drowns the turret bell,

whose sad note, undistinguished, dies

unheard, like my farewell!

tomorrow, scorn will blight my name,

and hate will trample me,

will load me with a coward's shame -

a traitor's perjury.

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» the old stoic «

riches i hold in light esteem;

and love i laugh to scorn;

and lust of fame was but a dream

that vanished with the morn:

and if i pray, the only prayer

that moves my lips for me

is, 'leave the heart that now i bear,

and give me liberty!'

yes, as my swift days near their goal,

‘tis all that i implore;

in life and death, a chainless soul,

with courage to endure.

» self-interrogation «

(….)

‘and rest is sweet, when laurelled fame

will crown the soldier's crest;

but, a brave heart, with a tarnished name,

would rather fight than rest.'

'well, thou hast fought for many a year,

hast fought thy whole life through,

hast humbled falsehood, trampled fear;

what is there left to do?'

‘tis true, this arm has hotly striven,

has dared what few would dare;

much have i done, and freely given,

but little learnt to bear!’

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stellavesperis · 5 months ago

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Through the Smoke

This is my original work and I do not give permission for this to be reposted outside of tumblr, or used in any other sort of way without my expressed permission. Please be respectful of it.

Oki doki! Now that I'm actually getting around to posting this, I'm a little bit nervous about it lol, but here is my short orchestral piece "Through the Smoke" based on the aftermath of Dagor Bragollach. This isn't exactly part of the Noldolantë project that I'm working on, but this is a taste of my style and contains the main musical themes I do intend to work into it. It was ultimately inspired by a fanfic I read by @sweetteaanddragons called "Through the Smoke I See You" about Maglor's defense of the Gap, which proceeded to stew in my brain until another scene developed from it (see below cut for more). Be forewarned, this is an MP3 sound file derived from a notation software, so expect the instrument quality to match that. Additionally, that initial theme/meter transition is a bit rough because I can't get the playback to do what I want it to do :(. This wouldn't happen ideally in an actual performance with intuitive players. (I want to say feedback is appreciated because I want to improve, but I also don't know if I can take super harsh critiques right now, so keep it gentle if you must). A lengthy discussion of the music and the scene below.

The Scene in Question:

In the original fic, Maglor is trying to prove some things by defending the Gap at all costs, resulting in him having to be dragged away from the battle unconscious to Himring (I won't say much more about the fic because you should go read it. It's short and worth your time). It's narrated from Maglor's perspective. The scene which then presented itself to me was from Maedhros' perspective. After successfully defending Himring, he was waiting on the battlements and staring off into the smoky, glowing haze that blanketed all of Beleriand as far as the eye could see. For all he knew, his was the only stronghold that had fended off Morgoth's attacks. There was the faintest of rains that allowed a brief respite from the burning ash-laden air. Off in the distance, the sentinels spot several horses running from the direction of Maglor's lands- it's unclear at first who their riders are, but once they recognize them, Maedhros lifts his heart that someone else is still alive and rushes to the gates to meet his brother, who he then realizes is wounded.

More on the Music itself:

I deliberated for a while which of my WIPs to post because all of them have interconnected musical motifs, which you have to have heard in the previous piece to understand its meaning, but I settled for this one because I was the happiest with where it was. It also contains several different character themes/ leitmotifs that I get to talk about.

The first theme to make an appearance is the B section of Maedhros' theme, pitched higher on the violin. This is his secondary theme, which was originally played on the horn (White Fire is the next piece I'd like to post, so you can understand this more fully). I definitely intend to use this going forward. I begin to overlap this with what I've decided to call the Main Theme/Overture of the Noldolantë, which creates a lot of dissonance before opening up more fully around the one minute mark (the meter transition really is rough to capture on the notation software I was using, neither the ritardando nor the breath I scripted show up in the recording) Around 1:23, it opens up into a theme that vaults up before coming back down that I've used for Maglor basically ever since I first read the Silmarillion. I've played it so many times I’ve lost the capacity to determine if it is actually a good fit for him- it just is his theme and my music would be vacant without it. This leitmotif is adjoined to the main theme for the Noldolantë. Underneath Maglor's theme is the harp line I used for Maedhros' return from his capture (i.e. a subtle reminder that he couldn't save his brother from Thangorodrim, his guilt being the driving force of his actions in the fic, as well as the pulse of his theme here).

At this point in time, I kinda just started having fun with the music to see what else could be fit together, so be less concerned with what the themes mean narratively. The first four notes (me re me do) that begin after the caesura at 1:40ish have also been associated with the Sons of Fëanor ever since I read the Silmarillion, and I haven't been able to resist using them in my cadences whenever possible. The harp line at this part actually belongs to the viola line from "Finwë and Indis". Finally, the violin (te le sol sol) is the abbreviated leitmotif for the Silmarils. This is a super short motif on purpose because I can work it into a variety of settings and disguise it underneath a lot of other lines without detracting too much from anything else that's going on, just enough to be a subtle reminder of their presence (or lack thereof).

Whew! That was a lot. Thank you again to anyone who took the time to read/listen. I really appreciate the support I've received from you all in the past few weeks- it's given me the courage to be a bit more bold about my music. I hope that it lives up to your expectations :)

(And thanks again to @sweetteaanddragons for letting me post this!)

#silmarillion #sweetteaanddragons #the silmarillion #tolkien #tolkien music #silm fandom #maglor #maedhros #feanorians #tolkien legendarium #silm music #silmarillion stage adaptation idea #sorta kinda #Noldolantë #dagor bragollach #ettelenethelien #forrestpoet #curiouselleth #eri-pl

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runawaymun · 2 years ago

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The Valar, but make them Egyptian

Varda Elentári - as Nut, Egyptian goddess of the sky, vault of the heavens, often drawn arched over the Earth god, Neb.

Manwë - as Horus, most notably god of kingship, healing, protection, the sun and the sky.

Aulë - as Ptah, creator-god and maker of things, a patron of craftsmen, especially sculptors

Yavanna - as Taweret, goddess of fertility, rejuvenation, and protection.

Mandos - as Anubis, god of funerary rites, protector of graves, and guide to the underworld.

Nienna - as Nephthys, goddess of grief, mourning, darkness, temple service, magic, and embalming.

Ulmo - as represented by two wedjat eyes resting in the water. The wedjet eye is a symbol that represents protection and healing -- and Tolkien makes a point of telling us that Ulmo keeps watch over all the comings and goings in Arda.

Oromë - as Amun, “The Hidden One”, creator of animals, patron of hunters.

Melkor - (skulking beyond the wings (doors) of night) as Set, god of deserts, storms, disorder, and violence.

The file’s huge so feel free to click/zoom. Some more closeups under the cut! I’ve had this brain worm in my brain for a while ever since reading more up on the heirarchy of the Valar and discovering that, conveniently, there are eight “exalted ones” + melkor, making nine, like the Egyptian Ennead. Though unfortunately I couldn’t slap them all neatly into Ennead slots, I did really enjoy linking them to their Egyptian ‘counterparts’, if you will. :)

+ Orome focus because he deserves it, plus the reference used for his section: Ramses II (cosplaying as Amun bc all the Pharoahs did).

#The Silmarillion #my art #silmart #tolkien art #<3 #this was a lot of fun to do

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alexisherself · 8 months ago

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The Damned Crown of Karsus

Summary: Gale and Solikha find a way into the vaults of Sorcerous Sundries. Gale looks through the Annals of Karsus and Solikha has a panic attack basically. Spoilers for Act 3 Gale/Durge storylines.

I can't stop writing stuff that is so angsty, help (or don't it's fine)!

It was an off day where their companions and them had some down time. Jaheria, Karlach and Minsc managed to catch Rion up with what was needed in Rivington to protect the refugees. Shadowheart, Asartion, Wyll and Laezel had decided to touch base with Guild about any other goings on they’ve heard of, especially in regards to the search for Bhaal’s temple, which they had deduced was in the sewers.

Solikha and Gale had been visiting Rolan, Cal and Lia to go over the tower artillery and sort through Lorroakan’s stash of scrolls and items when Rolan mentioned he discovered a way into the vaults below.

“I know you had mentioned wanting access to the vaults below the tower” Rolan said as Gale looked as if he was going to pass out and fall over the balcony they stood on. “Just a floor below, it’s a pedestal that will take you to the archives. I didn’t venture far but feel free to take a look and gather anything you need.”

“You didn’t venture far Rolan cause you set off a trap” Cal laughed out loud as Lia snorted. “He came back all singed and I thought maybe he blew himself up with a fireball.”

Rolan blushed and the trio started going at it while Solikha giggled before she turned to Gale. His eyes were alight with determination and she could tell it was taking every bit of strength to keep himself from bolting back into the tower and throwing himself to the floor below.

Her stomach churned and heart sank. Ever since learning more about the crown, how her and Gortash stole it from Mephistopheles, and reconfiguring it to take control over the Elder Brain; she had been very wary of discussing it with Gale. She knew of his ambitions and through their whole journey she’s tried to make it known she loves him for him and not any power he wields or could potentially possess. All she wanted and needed was Gale Dekarios, the human wizard. But how could she tell him ‘No, I won’t help you become a god’ when she herself had already essentially tread that path with Gortash.

Before she could say anything Gale had already grabbed her hand and cast featherfall on them. She leaped to the floor below without even thinking. Thanks to Volo’s eye, Solikha was able to suss out which pedestal was the correct one. At least this thing came in handy, she had to give Volo that.

“Gale, I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Solikha was nervous now, a feeling of dread sinking into her soul. She went to reach for his hand but he was nervously pacing.

“Nonsense, you are more than capable of handling the traps down there!” Gale said, obviously not quite understanding what Solikha meant. “If there was a time to doubt yourself it is not this moment. We are so close, I can feel it.”

She wasn’t sure if Gale was talking to her or to himself and in that moment she figured there was no stopping him now. She sighed and grabbed his hand and touched the pedestal. If anything, this vault would likely have an excellent selection of loot for them to acquire and they could discuss the book later.

A similar tug at the gut and the appeared in an atrium with clearly visible burn marks across the marble from Rolan’s mishap days prior. It didn’t take long for Solikha to disarm the traps Rolan didn’t set off while Gale cast Knock on a couple of the chests and door into the next room.

“Silverhand, Elminster…and Karsus.” Gale’s eyes are ablaze with wonder and Solikha grabbed him before he stepped on the trapped floor plate. “Ah yes thank you my love.”

“Just steer clear until I’ve done a quick trap check, okay?” She looked over the door and surrounding area carefully. Dismantled two traps that definitely would have sent a disintegrate spell towards them and allowed Gale to step forward. “Should be good now, though I’m unsure if I can unlock this door.”

“No worries dear, I have a couple more spells in me today.” Gale winked and cast knock on Karsus’s door. It rippled with blue light and a magical click echoed in the room. Solikha felt as if she was going to empty out her guts right on the floor.

Gale opened the door slowly and there it was, right in front of them, just sitting on a half empty shelf. She heard him breath in shallowly and walk over to pick it up. Solikha busied herself disarming, unlocking and scrounging for scrolls and other items trying hard to think of how to tell Gale this was a bad idea.

“This really is it…not only that but it contains diagrams of how to to put it together. The original designs! I could reforge it, I could..” he looked up at Solikha, her eyes full of emotion he couldn’t read. “What is it, love? This is so exciting, it could answer all our problems. I could rip you from Bhaal! Cure myself of the orb...”

“Gale I…I’m not sure I want you delving into this.” Solikha interrupted him quietly, looking him in the eyes. “The crown is dangerous, I can’t lose you to it. I can't lose you to your ambitions.”

“Oh pish posh, don’t be such a hindrance after being such a help.” He sounded annoyed as if he thought she was trying to ruin this moment. “You’ve done this once before right? I’m sure deep down the muscle memory will kick in and with your help there is no way I wouldn’t succeed.”

She felt dizzy and unsure on her feet. Memories swimming of the cold of Cania, a hand in hers and his smile. Promises of godhood and power on the way to Moonrise. The crown being placed on the brain. Her memories cease to flood her mind and she comes back to the room. How does she tell him to learn from her mistakes? How does she say there is nothing good to come from this damned fucking crown. It will ruin him. It will kill her.

“Solikha, are you alright?” Whatever annoyance Gale felt was was cut short as she went pale as a sheet and looked as if she was going to pass out.

“You can’t do this, I can’t be a part of this. Not again.” Her voice cracked and tears formed in her eyes blurring her vision. “Gale please, please understand nothing good can come from this.”

“You helped him. At least you know I would do good. Solikha, you know me. I’d use this power to help the world, not destroy it or turn a blind eye.” Heavy silence fell as Gortash was finally brought up and Gale knew he fucked up. He started to apologize but his words fell apart as they reached her ears and her body froze. He didn’t just use that against her, did he? How dare he, how could he? Shouldn’t she be angry? She knew she should but she felt nothing but despair as her mind sunk into blackness. Tears streamed down her face hot and salty.

“How could…did you just?” Her mouth felt like mush and her words choked out between gasps. Panic arose and the room spun around her. “Gale I can’t believe you just said that. How could you say that?”

She couldn’t look up at him but she felt his arms fold around her. He held her tightly and kissed the top of her head. “Love, that was wholly out of line. I’m so sorry, I never should have used that against you. I’m sorry.” Gale whispered softly over and over again. Solikha wanted to believe him even though every atom in her body was telling her not to; telling her to use the disintegrate scroll she just found on the book and let him leave her. At least that way he’d be safe.

“If you want to use the past against me Gale, then heed my warning.” She spoke into his chest, still not able to look at him. “There is nothing good that can come from reforging the crown. You once spoke of Gale’s Folly when you told me of the orb. That damned stupid crown on that monstrosity of a fucking brain is my folly. We need to learn from our past actions. Please.”

She felt a slight change in Gale’s body while they were still entwined. His body stiffened for a second then relaxed. Did her words find him finally? I

“Just hear me out, love. Come to our bed tonight after your bath and I’ll bring you somewhere magical. If you still wish to speak with me, that is.” He said cautiously, knowing he was still on thin ice.

She sighed into his chest and his index finger hooked under her chin, bringing her face to his. He kissed her so gently as if she was delicate enough to break in pieces. He wasn’t wrong either, anxiety had filled every nerve in her body as an impending doom set in. She wanted to trust him, to not let this feeling overtake her. To trust he would hear her out and she could walk him away from this. They broke their kiss, leaning together forehead to forehead and she replied finally, “Until tonight then.”

#bg3 durge #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x durge #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 gale #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gale x tav #crown of karsus #gortash ruins everything

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rebelliousstories · 6 months ago

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Take You In Real Slow

Kiss Me You Animal

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Zylia “The Freak” Shelley

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Angst, Strong Language, Fluff, Mentions of Death

Word Count: 1,161

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

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Kiss Me You Animal Masterlist: Here

Summary: Finding an unlikely companion, Cooper can not help but to be amazed by the woman before him.

A deep breath left the woman as she leaned against the wall behind her. Zylia was trying to calm her racing thoughts but nothing seemed to work. The stare from in front of her caused her to consider her words very carefully. One wrong word, one wrong move, and she was a goner.

“My earliest memory was being inside of a chamber in a vault. Vault four. It was run by scientists and I was a test subject. I don’t really remember how long I was in the vault. But it was just full of pain and suffering.” Her eyes were downcast, unable to stare The Ghoul in his eyes.

“Day and night, I was poked and prodded. Blood taken, blood given. I don’t even remember when the change in me happened. But I remember the pain. It was unlike anything I had ever felt then or since. Whatever they did, it- it changed me. Forever. I’ve lost all sense of time, I crave blood, and without it, I think I die. I’m not sure.” Her explanation continued, while Cooper said nothing.

“They left my chamber unlocked one day by accident. So I took my chance and ran. I killed so many people just trying to escape, and I’m sure that makes me a bad person. But I’m trying to do better. All I want is peace and answers. That’s why when I escaped, I got my file. I’ve spent years trying to find someone to teach me how to read it, but no luck.” As she concluded her story, her hands fiddled with the stack of worn papers that were in her hands. There was a beat of silence, and it encompassed them both.

“Well, that is a mighty fine story there, little Dracula.” This caused the woman to look towards The Ghoul confused.

“What the hell is a ‘Dracula?’” Zylia tried to wrack her brain for anytime that she had heard that word, but came p empty.

“Somethin’ from before your time. Sounds like you got dealt a shitty hand though.” He commented, pushing himself off of the wall and coming closer to the woman. She remained against the wall, and looked cautiously towards him.

“I deal with it.” That was all she cold say.

“So, when you enter a fine establishment, that is just everywhere up here, do you need permission to enter?” Cooper teased, stepping into the woman’s bubble.

“The hell are you talking about, Ghoul?” She snapped. He tried to brush a hand through her hair but she slapped him away.

“What about a cross? If I have that or garlic, can I stop you?” Another remark. This time Zylia tried to shove Howard away from her, but he remained in his place.

“Are you just gonna make fun of me? You wanted a story, I gave you one. Now let me go.” Another shove and Cooper was out of the woman’s way. He stumbled back and held his hands up in defense while Zylia tried to navigate her way out.

“Hold on now, things were just gettin’ good. I’d hate to ruin the party now.” The man now blocked the entrance that they had stumbled through a few hours ago, which infuriated the woman.

“And why the hell should I stay? You’re just gonna make fun of me.” She countered, not liking the fact that a ghoul had taken a liking to her.

“Well, let’s just say you are the most interesting thing I have seen in these God forsaken Wastelands in about two hundred years. And now that’s a long time to go without a little bit of interest or entertainment.” Cooper drawled, flicking the edge of his hat.

“I don’t give a damn if you find me interesting. I’m not some whore you pay a few hundred caps to entertain you!”

This prompted a chuckle from The Ghoul. He was watching in amusement as the woman was getting fired up at him. She probably did not even realize that there was the barest hint of a flush to her cheeks, or that the veins on her face and body were becoming more and more prominent.

“What?” She screamed, leveling a glare towards the man. The sun outside was less boiling than before as it began to set.

“You’re adorable when you’re angry. Just a cute little vampire gettin’ all worked up.” He drawled.

“Well then I’m about real damn cute. Let me go.” Zylia tried to move around him, but he followed her every time. She would move to her right, and he would move to his left. Zylia tried to move the other way, and Cooper followed. Now, she was even more pissed off.

“Why aren’t you letting me leave,” came her yell. But there was an underlying pleading tone to it. Cooper began to open his mother’s to talk, but she just held up a hand to stop him.

“If you say because I’m entertaining, or anything of the sort, so help me. I will kill you right here, Ghoul.” She threatened, causing said ghoul to rethink for a moment.

“Well, you are interestin’, and therefore entertain’ to me. Or maybe I just like you sweetheart. Ever think of that?” He teased, finding joy in watching her fluster.

“Why are you being nice to me?” Finally, she asked. Cooper kicked around a can on the floor and looked out towards the setting sun. The sky was alight with vibrant shades of red, orange, purple, and blue.

“Can’t a fella just like a girl that seems even more fucked up than he is?” The drawl was back, which just made the woman groan.

“In this world? Hell no.” She barked. The Ghoul just chuckled as he watched. He was delighting in her frustration.

“So what is an appropriate answer for wantin’ to spend time with such an interesting young lady such as yourself?” He asked, walking closer to her once more. Zylia kept a scowl on her face as she answered.

“There isn’t one, asshole.”

Cooper chuckled as he saw the last rays of light disappear below the horizon. His head was turned, and he basked in the fleeting warmth of it all. There was not a word spoken between the pair as night took over. It was very difficult to see the other person without the light of the sun. But the moon started to trickle in following the same path that the sun was just in moments ago.

“Well, seein’ as we ain’t got no more light to make it safely across. Would you delight an old cowpoke like me with some company?” Howard began to settle himself in for the night, including starting a fire in the middle of the room. He shuffled the bodies out of the way and sat down next to the warming flames.

“You sittin’ down or goin’ vampire?” Zylia stood there, confused about what she was going to do with The Ghoul before her.

#rebelliousstories #writing #fallout #fallout imagine #cooper howard #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul #cooper howard x oc #the ghoul x oc #the ghoul imagine #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul fallout #Kiss Me You Animal

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tinyinvadr · 4 months ago

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The final chapter is here! Oof, Dr. Loboto’s backstory hurts, man. Very excited to start the Psychonauts 2 storyline next! Have a lot of interesting ideas for Flint going forward!

Psychoborrower in the Rhombus of Ruin

Chapter 3

Dr. Loboto’s mind was nothing like I expected. I was picturing a lot more teeth. Thank god I was wrong.

We were on a ship, out at sea, and Raz was tied to the mast.

“Wow, you really can’t catch a break today, huh?”

He sighed. “Could you please just untie me?”

I started to climb down his arm to get to the rope, but a big wave made the boat rock, forcing me to cling to his sleeve.

“Ah, ah, ah! I wouldn’t try to move, little fellow! There’s a monster in these waters!”

Down on the deck was Loboto, dressed as a first mate. Right. Of course. His other primary interest was fish monsters. Ugh…

“Shouldn’t we sail away, then?” Raz asked.

“You think I haven’t thought of that? The ship’s compass is missing! We’re stuck out here without it!”

The boat started to rock again, so I quickly scrambled back up to Raz’s shoulder so I could support myself better. Then, on the right side of the boat, an unbelievably massive monster rose from beneath the waves. I braced myself, preparing for the worst.

What I saw was horrifying, but not what I expected.

The monster was also Dr. Loboto. And naked.

“RUB A DUB DUB, WHO’S IN MY TUB?”

It was then that I noticed the ocean wasn’t an ocean at all. It was a giant bathtub. Yep. Definitely gonna have nightmares about this.

First Mate Loboto ran over to the ship’s cuckoo clock and turned the hands back, causing time to slow down for Monstroboto. Raz took that opportunity to set his head on fire.

Monstroboto ducked under the water for a minute, but came back up and started throwing bath toys at us. Working together with First Mate, we blasted the toys back at him while the cuckoo clock slowed him down.

Eventually, we burned through his shower cap, leaving his brains exposed. I wasn’t sure if that was our doing, but it looked like it had to have hurt.

We knocked him out, and out of his brain tumbled a Memory Vault. First Mate opened it up and took out the stereoscope to look through it. This was our chance to get some insight on Loboto and figure out how to stop him.

Raz and I both used Clairvoyance so we could see the memory. This memory was unlike any I’d ever seen before. Usually, a memory plays out like a slideshow of still images. This was vivid. It looked real. Like we were living in it.

The first thing we saw was a house. Two plush dolls that represented Dr. Loboto’s parents appeared on the porch, waving goodbye to him as they sent him off to the hospital for a procedure of some sort.

Maybe it was the fact that I find dolls in general disturbing (me-sized playthings for humans, it’s just creepy), but there was something very wrong with his parents. The way they talked to him felt fake, and I heard them muttering to each other about how he’s a monster and a devil child.

I could feel a sense of impending dread. I had no idea what we were about to see, but I knew it had to be something truly terrible.

We shifted around to get inside the dollhouse, and found a young Loboto hiding inside a closet to listen in on his parents.

“Oh, I just can’t take it anymore! That boy is a monster!”

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ve spoken to my colleagues at the hospital. The procedure should fix him right up!”

“Will it… hurt him?”

“The ice pick is long, but very thin. In the hands of a professional, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“Oh… I don’t care anymore. I just want this to be over and done with.”

Ice pick? What the hell did they do to him?

In the kitchen, little Loboto was hiding under the table, watching as his mother angrily tossed a bunch of bent spoons on the floor.

“He did it! I saw him!”

“Now, calm down, dear. I’ll take him with me to the hospital tomorrow and have a doctor look at him. We have to be sure. He is our son, after all.”

His mother scoffed.

“Is he?”

Every memory I saw of these people made me feel sick. How could they treat their child like that?

There was one last place to look: the nursery. This had to be Loboto’s earliest memory. He was just a baby in this one.

His parents acted completely different in this one. They called him a little angel, and talked about their hopes for his future. Though, his father mocked the idea of him becoming a dentist.

Before they left the room, they noticed a teddy bear in the crib that they had been keeping away from him due to the eyes being a choking hazard, so they put it on the other side of the room, shrugging it off.

Then, once they were gone, we got the missing piece of the story. They key motivation for his parents’ hatred and cruelty. I already had my suspicions, but to see it confirmed sent shivers down my spine.

Dr. Loboto was psychic.

He used Telekinesis to return the teddy bear to the crib, then retrieved the ship’s missing compass from the mobile above him.

I was at a loss for words, and Raz wasn’t doing much better.

“Just because you were psychic… Did they really-?”

Answering for him, baby Loboto ripped open the heads of his stuffed animals, right where their frontal lobes would be.

At that point, I felt sick. I had to get out of Loboto’s head and back into my own.

The intense emotional distress was enough to boot me from his mental world entirely. Raz was still in there, leaving him and Loboto both locked in a trance. Even though I was back in my body, I felt like I was in a trance of my own. I couldn’t think about what I saw. I couldn’t think about anything. I just stared off into oblivion as that horrible, cold feeling overtook me.

The most I could do was repeat the same phrase over and over in my head.

How could they? How could they?

I snapped out of it when a siren started blaring. Ashamed of the horrible experiments he subjected people to in the past, Dr. Loboto activated the base’s self destruct function. He let everyone go, but didn’t think to let us leave the base first before initiating the countdown.

I still wasn’t in the right headspace to be of much help. Raz used Clairvoyance to look for an escape route, Milla held back the flooding, Lili tried to wake her dad up, and Sasha fought with a fish guard over a record for some reason.

Once Raz found the jet and got it up and running again, Sasha and Milla dropped what they were doing to pick up Truman and Coach with their TK. Raz was still out of his body, so Milla picked us both up as well. Then, just before the base exploded, we all made our escape.

Milla buckled Raz into his seat, and it was then that she noticed the remaining despair in my eyes from what I’d just seen in Loboto’s mind.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

I couldn’t respond. It was like my voice was caught in my throat. So I just shook my head.

She picked me up, clutching me to her chest as she brought me to her seat at the front. Sasha was already seated next to her, prepping the jet for takeoff. He glanced to the side and noticed me, and immediately stopped to ask what happened.

After a moment, I told them everything. While they also looked saddened about what happened to him, they didn’t seem surprised. And that only made me feel worse.

“How… How often does this happen?”

Sasha sighed, taking a second to think of how to respond.

“Lobotomies aren’t common anymore. They’re illegal in most places now. But… some non-psychic parents of psychic children do still try to ‘cure’ them.”

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Why? Why do they do it?”

Milla stroked the back of my head with her thumb, holding me close to her heart.

“People are afraid of things that they don’t understand. And sometimes, they use their fear to justify doing terrible things. Instead of trying to learn and grow from their fears, they let it turn into hatred.”

This way of thinking felt all too familiar. Borrowers are afraid of humans. It’s an understandable fear, considering the seemingly endless number of ways they could potentially hurt or kill us. But my parents weren’t just afraid of them. They actively hated them. They refused to even consider the possibility that not all humans are inherently evil or that some of them might even be willing to help us. Ironically, they dehumanized humanity as a whole, viewing all of them as monsters instead of complex beings.

And they hated psychics even more, if such a thing was possible. Super-humans outfitted with powers that enabled them to hunt us down. Or at least, that was what they always told me.

A disturbing thought came to my mind.

“If my parents had the same resources that humans do, would they… would they have tried to…?”

I couldn’t finish that sentence.

“Flint… you don’t need to worry about what could have been. What matters is that under the circumstances you’re in now, that will never happen. And even if it could, you’re under the protection of the Psychonauts now. Anyone who wishes to harm you will have to answer to us.”

Sasha smirked, adjusting his glasses. God, he’s so cool.

“That’s right! We never leave a soldier behind! You’re one of us now, kid!”

I looked back to see Coach in the back, still wearing his All Paul tail. It suits him.

I then glanced over at Lili, who was sitting next to a still unconscious Truman. She smiled at me.

“The Psychonauts isn’t just an agency. We’re like a family. And we all protect each other. Right, Dad?”

Truman was still out of it, but she held his hand and nodded.

“Well, if he was awake right now, he’d agree.”

After a few more minutes, Raz and Truman both woke up. Which meant we were ready for the next task at hand.

Dr. Loboto mentioned that someone hired him to kidnap Truman, but he refused to give us a name. Our next mission was to find him and try and get him to tell us the name of his client. After restoring his moral compass, we hoped he would be willing to cooperate. And I hoped we could give him the help he needed.

After all, psychics stick together.

#giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #psychonauts

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glapplebloom · 9 months ago

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Technically, I saw this last year. But let’s make it official.

So Wordgirl has been on my radar for a while. I’ve been watching some random clips on recommendation and I’ve been enjoying what I’ve seen. But what really took me to look at a full episode was because of the Death Battle Discord. One of the Community Death Battles featured Wordgirl Vs SheZow. That got me to watch an episode to find out the context of her being able to resist time.

So the episode in question is called Time-Out with Two-Brains. It begins with Two-Brains going into his vault of cheese only to find out that they're going to expire soon. So what does an evil scientist do to prevent his favorite food from going stale? Freeze time. So he created a device that froze the planet and everyone on it so he could eat all the cheese he could. But what about Wordgirl?

She was offworld taking care of some asteroids. So the effects of the time freeze didn’t reach her. Yet it froze the Narrator. She talks about how she wishes she could pause life so she could work on all the things she had to do. Sure would be nice if time froze for her to be able to do all that. Luckily for her, she notices the time stop and decides to immediately try to solve it.

She thought of some criminals but sadly they weren’t responsible since they were also affected by the Time Stop. So she uses this to put them in jail while still figuring out who was responsible. This eventually leads her to the Beach where Two-Brains reveals himself. Despite knowing the benefits, she decides to stop them and they have their climatic showdown: a sandcastle building contest.

It doesn’t last long because Two-Brains sees the problem with stopping time. No TV, no service from waiters, no new magazines to happen. Oh yeah, it also has the potential to stop time forever if not stopped soon. So Wordgirl goes to his hideout (since it's the kind of show where the bad guys are on friendly terms with the hero) and stops the Time Stopping Ray before it affects her.

So with time back to normal, she takes Two-Brains and his two henchmen to jail. But what were the henchmen doing all this time? Combined, they did the following: write a novel, discover the joy of mountain biking, learn how to bake a cake, learn how to play the piano and became an expert in Yoga. Doing one of these would take a long time, yet it didn’t feel like it was that long.

If I have to give the episode one issue, she seems to be upset that she wasted time when she really didn’t. It was like the episode was originally meant to be a half an hour long but was cut to fit the normal runtime of a typical episode. Still, it is enjoyable and based on the clips I’ve seen and some of the great choices in voice works (Cree Summer, Tom Kenny and Patton Oswalt being three of them), this is one show I hope I can see all the episodes.

Which leads me to my issue: there’s 8 seasons with 130 episodes in total. Luckily I did this early in the year. And now 120 episodes to go by the time of this writing. And so far I am enjoying what I am seeing. The Butcher is my favorite.

#one shot

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yourthoughtsjim · 1 year ago

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True Feelings

Cisco Ramon x reader, afab/femme

A/N: Lisne, this fic got away from me man

Warnings: daddy kink, praise, oral (both receiving), overstimulation, breeding, use of "kitten", use of powers

Word count: 3.5k+

“You’re all clear! The scans look good.” Caitlin comments as she puts the brain scanner down. Earlier that day you had been whammied by Rainbow Raider, sending you into an absolute war path. Slowly, you went and apologized to everyone you had wronged that day. You made a special point to apologize to Cisco. The one who always had your back no matter what you said or did.

You followed him to the Time Vault where Barry had sent him to get some information from Gideon.

“Hey, Cisco? I’m really sorry for the things I said today. I didn’t mean it. I swear.” You say in a shy tone.

“Y/N, look, I understand that Rainbow Raider got you earlier but you don’t need to say sorry. We all say and do stupid shit when we’re pissed off. Harry is just one example of that.” Cisco responds.

“I know, I just…” You trail off. Then he pushes off the desk he had been leaning on and makes his way towards your space. Grabbing one hand, he places it on his own.

“Listen, I have known you for a little over five years. I know everything about you. I know you would never mean anything like that.” He says in a soothing tone.

You couldn't help but look into those big soft brown eyes. “I love you.” You absentmindedly state. It wasn’t until a few seconds later you had realized what you had said. A flush of red crosses your face.

“Baby… it was finally time for you to admit it. I see the way you look at me. With all the love and adoration in your pretty eyes.” Cisco states.

“I… Cisco…” You once again trail off. It didn’t take long for Cisco to press his lips against yours. His hands made their way to your hips.

The embrace was long and passionate. You almost forgot how to breathe for a minute there. You then pull away from the kiss and make a small whimper.

Cisco gently grabs your chin and looks you in the eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything for my little princesa.” He speaks in a deep tone.

You melt into his touch. “I want you to make me feel good.” You say in a hushed tone.

A smirk crosses the meta’s face. “Sweetheart, you need to be more specific, tell Papi where you want him to make you feel good.”

“O-On my clit.” You once again speak in a hushed tone.

Cisco smirks. Then you feel his hand land on your stomach and slowly trail into your pants. Soon his fingers were tracing just around your clit, teasing you.

You squirm to try to get direct contact but it’s no use. He was good with his hands. With being an engineer and whatnot.

A sparkle of amusement entered his eyes as he watched you struggle. It was like he was playing with his own personal toy. Seeing how long it would take for you to break and beg for it.

He also loved the way your brows furrowed in both annoyance and desperation. Cisco took note of the way your nose scrunched up and the way you bit your lip.

His fingers were covered with your juices and it was all from him just teasing you. He couldn’t help but imagine the way you’d be dripping all of his cock. How pretty his cock would look with your juices on it.

You finally start to get frustrated “D-Daddy… want my clit to feel good. Wanna moan for you.” You plead.

“That’s not how you ask for things, princess.” He states as he continues to tease you.

With a hot face that ran red with embarrassment “Please rub my clit.”

“That’s a good girl.” He says while finally paying direct attention to that bundle of nerves. The sensation made you trip backwards into the wall.

Your back arched away from the braille like wall. That’s when one of the rubs felt too good. “Fuck! Cisco…” You moan.

“That’s it. God, you’re so wet. Soaked even. I wonder how often you get this way, thinking about me.” He states before he chuckles. You look at him and he has such a cocky smirk on his face.

“A-All the time. I’ve thought about how you’d make me cum over and over again. I’ve thought about how you’d breed me.”

“Oh, princess. You want your Daddy to breed you, huh? Well let’s get you nice and wet first.”

Cisco put more pressure on your already sore clit. Then an idea popped into his head. He’s always wanted to see just how much control of his powers he truly had.

Gasping, you felt strong vibrations. “Oh my god! I-I didn’t know you could, fuck, do that.”

“Neither did I, but what better test subject than you, my pretty girl?” He rhetorically inquires.

You begin to whine as he keeps up the pace. “Papi, gonna cum!” You squeal.

“Go on, cum.” He commands. His voice was deeper than the soft tone you had been accustomed to.

You unravel on his hand. He kept rubbing you as you rode out your orgasm. “Good girl.” He comments as he stops and deactivates his powers.

What you didn’t expect to happen next was Cisco getting on his knees in front you. On the way down, he completely removes your pants and panties. He licks his lips at the sight of your glistening cunt. The hunger for your taste overran his senses.

Cisco then throws both of your legs over his shoulders, pinning you against the wall. It didn’t take long for him to harshly eat you out. It was like you were his own personal snack tray. He licked your slit up and down. The sounds coming from below sounded so lewd.

Then he spelled his name on your clit, he wanted you to remember who made you feel this good.

You didn’t know the dorky movie referencing meta had this much experience.

No one you had previously been with had this much skill.

Your hands tangled in that soft long hair of his that you loved so much. That action earned a smile you could feel against your pussy.

“S-Shit. Cisco. Daddy.” Was the only thing you could manage to get out. Cisco was making you see stars. It was much better compared to the red you were seeing earlier.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked, hard. Your eyes flutter shut and you hang your head down. He looked up and saw your tongue out, panting.

You couldn’t squirm away even if you wanted to. His strong arms kept you in place.

“Please, please, please…”

He detached. “Please, what?” He asks before returning to assaulting your cunt with his mouth.

“Please, make me cum! Wanna cum! I’m so fucking close.” You scream.

It didn’t take him long to do that. Letting your second orgasm wash over you, he finally stands you up. You think you’re done but he pushes you to your knees. Before you could get your senses together, his cock was in your face.

“Go on, suck your Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.” He commands. The normally soft and gentle Cisco you had known was long gone. It must have been the way you moaned his name and title that drove him to be rougher with you.

Feeling your warm mouth around his cock made him imagine how your pretty little cunt would feel wrapped around him. It made him twitch slightly in your mouth. Then you feel some precum drip into the back of your throat.

You start off at a slow and gentle pace at first, trying to get adjusted to having something so big in your mouth. “Such a good fucking princess.” Cisco growls.

The way he growled made your cunt clench around nothing. Then you feel hands in your hair. Cisco tangles his thick fingers in your strands. It was then he started fucking your face with force.

The edges of your eyes filled with tears and Cisco took notice. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you.” He calmly states.

Your own hands find their place on his thighs to give yourself some stability. You hummed around his cock, sending vibrations up his shaft. “Fuck, kitty, if you keep doing that, Daddy’ll cum down that pretty throat.”

His words only encouraged you. You wanted to taste him just like he tasted you.

“Shit…” He hisses through his teeth as he does what he said he was going to do. He came right down your throat. The warm liquid painted it.

Cisco pulls out of your mouth with a pop. You then show him you swallowed all of his cum. Not a single drop was left anywhere.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He comments pulling you up and into a kiss. You taste not only him but yourself on his tongue.

The kiss lasted a while. The two of you were hot and sweaty but that didn’t stop either of you. Within seconds he had you pinned against the podium. “T-This is off, right? It won’t turn on?” You question as you pull back from the kiss.

“If not, it’ll be one hell of a surprise for Barry when he looks over the video footage.” Cisco responds with a light chuckle.

The thought of, what essentially, your boss seeing you like this was an idea that you found more appealing than you’d care to admit.

Cisco took no time turning you around and bending you over. He crouches a bit, giving your slit a lick before standing back up. “You taste like heaven, mi amor.” He comments.

Grabbing his cock by the base, he uses your juices as lube before he stuffs your tiny cunt. He groans when he bottoms out. “So fucking tight, even after I made you cum.”

His hips meet yours with a force that you were certain would leave bruises. He leans down and gives your back a few kisses, his hair tickling you in the process. Your poor cunt was overstimulated at this point. Neither of you really cared, however.

“You’re such a good girl, letting Daddy fuck you like this. I can’t wait to do this every day.”

“B-Belong to you now! I’m Daddy’s!” You shout.

“Of course, you do. You’re mine to do with what I please and what I want to do is make you feel so good, your legs shake.” He whispers in your ear.

Cisco snakes an arm through your arms and pins them there. Then he pulls you up, fucking you like that. This made you feel so much tighter on his cock. It also made it easier for him to hit your cervix.

You felt so unbelievably blissed out. “That’s it, my cock was made for you baby. Made to fuck you just like this.” He growls in your ear.

It was then his other hand hovered over your clit where he let his powers activate again. This time you scream. Loud enough to echo throughout the Time Vault.

“Papi! Feels so fucking good.”

“Oh, I know princess.”

After all these years, you hadn’t imagined that he would feel this good. The first day on the team, Cisco was the one that got your attention first. There was something that drew you to him in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

Each day walking into S.T.A.R Labs was like torture when you had to watch him work. You did it often too, walking into his lab just to see what new gadget he was working on, imagining just how good he would be with his hands. It worsened when you found out he can play the guitar.

Another thing that drove you crazy about him was his hair and how it was always so perfect. You had to stop yourself often from just reaching your hand out and touching it.

You’re snapped back to the present when he thrusts particularly hard. It made you gasp. “S-Shit. Daddy. Gonna cum. Please.” You weakly state.

“Hold it.”

“I can’t, Daddy, I can’t.” You cry out.

“Go on then, but you better moan my fucking name when you do.” He commands.

And with his permission, you let yourself fall apart on his cock. “Cisco… fuck…” You groan.

Cisco wasn’t done with fucking you, though, he was still trying to find his high. Now he was fucking into you like he meant it. Your poor cervix was probably bruised at this point.

He didn’t let up on his powers either, if anything he only upped the ante. You were crying at this point. “Remember, Daddy’s got you, princess.” He reiterates his point from earlier by giving you a soft kiss on the neck. Deep down you wished he had bitten into you. Leaving his mark on you.

Cisco finally lets your arms free and you fall forward. His powers deactivated, giving you some reprieve.

You arch your back while holding onto the pillar in front of you. “How do you think Eobard would react to this? To me fucking you in the place he built?” He questions with a cocky tone.

“H-He’d hate it.”

He grins as his thrusts get faster. “He would. If Barry wasn’t the owner of this place, I’d leave my cum all over the place. I’ve thought about it before too.”

“N-No! Your cum belongs in me. I n-need you to breed me.” You scream out.

“What a cum hungry kitten you are.”

“W-Wanna be your housewife. Want you to f-fuck me in t-the dining room.”

“And you will. I’ll fuck you in every room.”

Cisco then takes a few more hard thrusts before spilling inside your abused cunt. The warm sticky liquid filled you to the brim. He must have been waiting for this day.

He stills inside for a few seconds to catch his breath a bit. “Such a good kitten. Let Daddy make you feel even better.”

Cisco pulls out and replaces his cock with his fingers. Fucking his cum into you. “We have to make sure it takes. Wanna turn you into a mommy.” He comments.

“Mmm, Papi…”

“That’s it, call me Papi, little one.”

He crooks his fingers just right to hit your g-spot, making you grind into his hand. The burn of your clit sent you wild. It was a good burn. Your head falls to the podium.

“Fuck, Daddy… make me cum again. Please I need to cum again. Wanna cum for you so many times. Wanna be a good kitty for Papi.”

“Oh, you already are. You became Papi’s good girl the moment you told me what you wanted.”

Cisco quickened his pace along with twisting his fingers. This action made you grip the pillar for dear life.

You couldn’t ask for permission to cum as another release washed over you without warning. “I d-didn’t ask. I’m sorry. It feels too good.” You plead with the meta.

“It’s okay, princess. Daddy’ll just have to fuck you with his cock again as punishment. Give you another load of his cum. Let it overflow in this pretty little pussy.”

He was hard again. He couldn’t wait to get back in that warm hole. It was only moments before he was. His cock once again hitting your cervix.

“God, you’re taking me so fucking well. You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you?”

“Mhm!”

He wanted to see your face. He wanted to see your eyes glossed over in pure, unadulterated bliss. So, he takes his cock out and turns you around with ease. Then he puts one of your legs up against him.

Cisco moves some of your hair out of your face before caressing it. “Such a pretty girl.” He pumps inside you on the final word. A little “O” shape formed on your mouth. “So cute.” He comments.

You couldn’t keep eye contact with him. Your head felt so heavy. Then he grabs your chin gently. “Come on, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Your vision was blurry from all of the stimulation he had put you through. “Daddy makes me feel good. Daddy takes care of me.”

“Yes he does, princess. Daddy already knows your body.” He whispers close to your face. His hair obstructing any other place you could look.

You kept squeezing your tight pussy around his cock. It was almost like you were trying to milk him for everything he had.

“You just keep sucking me back in. The grip on your cunt so strong. You really wanted this, hm?” He teases.

All it took was that last taunt and you were pushed over the edge again. You had cum on his cock twice now. Twice on his fingers.

“Cumming on my cock again? What a special little princess.” Cisco praises.

You had never felt euphoria quite like this before. Even in your fucked out state, you wanted to cum for him again.

“Think you can handle another?” He inquires.

“Yes, Papi.” You weakly answer.

“Good girl.”

He slams into you repeatedly, this time he circled your clit with his thumb. “Daddy, Daddy!”

“Yes, kitten?”

“Good… feels good…”

“I know sweetheart.”

He once again brings you to the brink of orgasm. With one last thrust, you two cum together. “Shit, kitten, Fuck” Cisco groans as he spills more of his cum inside you.

There wasn’t much time before you were bent over again. He had more cum to give you and you wanted it all.

He slams into you over and over again. Fucking his cum back in and trying to milk another load using your pussy.

“That’s it, take it, take Daddy’s cock again. Gonna fill you up.”

It was like he had turned into an animal at this point. Growling and getting rougher with each thrust. “Gonna breed this sweet cunt. You’ll be knocked up with my kid.”

“W-Wanna be! Wanna be knocked up!” You exclaim.

This time, his orgasm washed over him faster than the previous ones. The third load left you feeling so full. You swear you have a bulge from how much cum that had been stuffed in you.

Cisco’s hand landed on your clit again. “Just one more, sweetheart. You can do it. I know you can. One last one is all Daddy wants.” He states rubbing your clit fast and hard.

“Ah! Daddy, fuck.” You whine.

“That’s it, give it to me. Your pleasure is mine now. Every time you cum, it’s mine. Every time you touch yourself, it’s me touching you.”

Your legs begin to shake as you near your sixth orgasm. It took everything in your power to stay standing up.

He slows down, letting you come down from your high before removing his hand. “Good girl.” He comments, giving you a kiss on the lips.

“Are you okay?” His gentle and soft demeanor is back.

You nod your head. You were more than okay. You were ecstatic that the man you’d worked with for the past five years had shown his true feelings about you.

He helps you get redressed. He pocketed your underwear though. “Pervert.” You jokingly comment. “Oh, baby, you have no idea.” He remarks.

The two of you looked around to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind, mainly Cisco’s cum, before you left.

Then you walk out hand in hand and head towards the cortex. The rest of the team was standing there. All of them had shocked looks on their faces. Barry’s being the most shocked.

“It’s about damn time.” Frost comments. She had been the only one who saw this coming. After all, she was the person that you were closest with during your time in Central City.

“You couldn’t have possibly seen this coming.” Iris states.

“It’s not like she’s my roommate or anything. I hear her moaning Cisco’s name all the time.”

“Frost!” You exclaim.

“I mean, I’m not that shocked either.” Ralph follows up. “Although, I did expect it to happen earlier. Which means I’m out $50.” He rolls his eyes, pulling his wallet out. Then he took out the amount owed and passed it to Frost.

“You two made a bet?” Cisco asked.

“Well, yeah.” Frost states.

You look at each other and roll your eyes together. “I bet she sounded so pretty. Having hearing her whine and whimper through the walls had me considering fucking her myself.”

“Frost, I swear to god.” You grit through your teeth with slight annoyance.

The idea of watching you and Frost together swam in Cisco’s head. “That would be hot. Maybe a different day.” He says.

Your face flushed a deep red. Almost akin to the shade of the Scarlet Speedster’s suit that Cisco built.

“Someone likes that idea.” Harry comments.

“Har…” Barry shakes his head.

Harry then chuckles a bit.

“Well, we should let the new happy couple recoup from whatever happened in the Time Vault.” Iris states.

“How did you-” You’re cut off by Iris “That’s where Barry and I go most of the time. Either there or the STARchives.”

“Oh my god…” Barry sounded exasperated.

Then one by one over the next several minutes, each of the other members of Team Flash left S.T.A.R Labs. It left you and Cisco alone.

“Wanna go to Jitters and then get something at Big Belly Burger?” Cisco asks.

You consider it for a second. “You’re buying.”

“Of course, my little princesa deserves a reward for being so good.” He whispers in your ear before giving your head a kiss.

The two of you head towards the elevator. When you arrive there, you hit the ground floor button.

Turning around, both of you look forward before looking at each other with smiles as the door closes.

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