#its been so long ive forgotten how to tag hmmmmmm

[kintrash413]

Chapter Three of my JohnDirk vampire AU is out :D

[dustingrayves]

boy ive been tagged by @skia-visuals, @soymilkheaven AND @amarietie!! hmmmmmm lets see then! ill include some unposted stuff and wips too, to keep it Actually last 15!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patters. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

> 1: dulcet

The evenings at the lab slash house were always quiet; someone would be catching up on sleep, or outside running errands or searching for that one goddess-damned things they’re missing for their newest creation. Or they’d just be in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring a mug of cocoa, just like right now.

> 2: natans

With the sun high in the sky and a breeze, any place could be transformed into a tranquil hideout. However, it seems to have less to do with the unobscured sun or fluttering trees, and more with the company.

Though, Sorey would be lying if he said the sound of softly flowing water and chirping birds all around didn’t help the atmosphere.

> 3: [untitled], next part of the seawards au

The ocean’s pull is unpredictable; one second the waves are calm and almost soothing, and the very next one they could be bringing a calamity, the earth’s wrath in the form of a devastating storm. But for now, it’s calm.

It’s calm when Sorey looks around, eyes skimming the shimmering surface where the sun reflects just right.

And it’s still calm when he blinks and turns to his companion, a wide grin now stretching his lips and a glimmer to his eyes, making them look just like the ever-moving water.

> 4: [untitled], tyrant king au

“We can’t raise taxes anymore, your majesty, not unless you want to face kingdom-wide rebellion and an uprising.”

The king, seated on his golden throne, taps his fingers against an armrest and huffs. “Why do you always go against everything I say?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at his advisor, who folds his scroll back up, tucking it into a fold of his long, flowing robes.

“I’m sure you haven’t forgotten my position,” the white-haired man says, as exasperated as he can. “And, frankly, all you majesty’s recent ideas were bad.”

> 5: consolo, vestimentum mea

“Hey,” comes a soft voice from the doorway.

Lusa twists from his table and mess of parts to see Esper’s portal glowing where the door should be. He’s about to make a remark about him finally taking Lusa’s requests to use doors like normal human beings to heart, but he notices the deep circles under the time traveler’s eyes (not unusual on their own, but they look a little too dark now) and his current paler-than-a-wall complexion. “Hey,” he breathes instead.

> 6: oasis

The beating sun stays in the sky for longer here than anywhere else, it feels like. Or maybe it’s just the lack of shadows that makes it feel so; the last tree they stopped under to give their hot skin a little reprieve almost wasn’t big enough, and that was while all the Seraphim were gone.

No one is quite sure of the time, though Edna does grumble that they’d been running around all day, and frankly, they’d all be much, much happier if they could get out of this hotland and back somewhere cool and shaded. Preferably an inn. And preferably right now.

> 7: auxilium

The familiar door stands before him, and yet Mikleo can’t force himself to reach out, to push it open and step inside.

Grass shuffles beneath his sole as he drags it over the breeze-fluttering greenery; his fingers tug at the leather gloves of the other hand. His heart is stuck in his throat, like a lump that refuses to leave, no matter how many times he swallows around it.

> 8: tonsus

Slow, practiced movements.

Sorey’s eyes follow them, the soft lengths of Mikleo’s fingers running through white tresses, parting and holding and weaving them together into an easy braid. It’s immaculous, almost without stray hairs, so utterly pretty and perfect and infuriating—

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he finds himself uttering.

> 9: coeo

The castle towers tall, stone so cold he can feel it even standing paces away. Head craned back, he looks up, watching the contrast of the dark walls against the pale yellows and pinks of the setting sun.

And then he decides he had stalled enough. His feet disobey only momentarily, and then he’s pushing the main entrance open, a heavy wooden door thrice his height.

> 10:  praegressus

“You have ice cream on your lip,” Sorey points out, actually pointing at the Seraph with his (equally messy) finger.

“Oh— Lemme get a—” Mikleo reaches over to grab a handkerchief but Sorey is faster, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Mikleo’s. His tongue peeks out and swipes over the soft lips, licking the few stray droplets of the matcha cream clean before pulling away.

> 11:  clean slate 7

Lusa had thought Esper would be uncomfortable, but much to his surprise (and elation), he isn’t. Then again, he hadn’t been that uncomfortable around Knight or Arme.

At least the second time around.

Esper had taken to cooking lunch for them all, the biggest pot sitting on the stove, filled with rice. A saucepan rests next to it, thick sauce with pieces of meat slowly cooling down from its boiling point. The scent permeates the whole house; it had lulled Arc downstairs from where he’d been preparing his room for the other boys.

> 12: abet

He’s embarrassed, feeling all the blood that had rushed up to his face, but he’d already been cooped up inside the bathroom for too long, and the fact that Sorey is still silent while waiting doesn’t really say much more about his patience than his determination to go along with this. Really. Mikleo is only doing this because it’s him. He’d’ve declined without a second thought if it were anybody else.

Then again, there never would be anyone else.

> 13: flosum osculis

Like a waterfall, like a tidal wave of sea foam; white hair falls over Mikleo’s shoulders as soon as it’s out of its tie. Just as soft as it looks, and glimmering in the setting sun’s rays.

Sorey takes a moment to simply run his fingers through the curling locks, carding gently. Mikleo hums and leans backwards, into the touch, so Sorey keeps at it, softly tugging at the hair and parting it between his fingers, watching in fascination as it bounces when let go of.

> 14: quia

There’s blood thumping in his ears, and he almost misses the warehouse door creaking open. Light footsteps advance towards him, but he only snaps back to himself when a hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

“You did quite the number on him,” the man says, the low lilt of his voice dragging through Esper’s mind like the knife he grips in his tense fingers.

“Has it already been ten minutes?”

> 15: amicable

The seaweed digs into his back, unpliant underneath him as he’s pushed further into the nest. A grin plays on his lips, and he thinks he could stay like this forever.

Mikleo nuzzles into his neck again, scratching the sensitive skin with his fin and gills, and then soothing it with the softness of his hair right after. His lips press a line of soft kisses all over, just the faintest traces of teeth inbetween them.

hmmm i do notice a pattern! it seems i like to start with a description of some sort most of the time! and i know exactly why, too. i used to do a lot of writing bare bones and ive always wanted to do those poetic descriptions of places and people and idk i like to practice! also that most of these are fluffy mmmm love me that sweet sweet softness

theres not enough people left who havent been tagged that i keep up with so ill just go with @rainsonata (｡´ ‿｀♡)