#liam ;; inquiries

[gyorklady]

Why do I have the feeling that Kyle wrote that consequence thinking/hoping that it was going to be Liam who knocked down the tower again? Because we all know that Liam would have rocked the hell out of that consequence.

[detectivewoof-a]

Liam is certain he can't embarress Manny, so why try? What he can do, however, is walk around his apartment in nothing but one of Manny's button ups while preparing cafecito for him. (hark, a flustering!) || @arsenicflavouredtea

It’s not polite to stare. It’s not polite to stare. It’s--alright, he’s staring just a bit and it was most definitely because he might have forgotten that he offered for Liam to stay the night and nothing more than that. Yep, he’s definitely not thinking too hard about this. 

“Mierda...” Probably also best he doesn’t think about what this implies about the current dating scene or he’ll definitely think himself into a circle. A quick cough, at least so Manny could indicate that his presence most definitely was in the kitchen. “Mugs are in the cupboard by your head.” 

And yes, he was also biting back a dry joke about specifying which head.  

[minaharkerdailymirror]

Mina didn't expect she would ever see Armand again. She knew it was a risky thing to invite him to an isolated place, especially after she saw some of what he was capable of. However, there was a part of her that felt drawn to him, She wasn't sure how she could explain it. At first when she met him, sh thought he was a bit odd. Then they'd killed Liam together and rescued a child. Once you killed a child murderer, it was safe to say that you become friends.

They had parted ways when he got her to her car safely and Mina had come home to her safe house just outside of new ridge to recover from injuries she'd been accumulating since her last vacation.

Their case had been on the news. The little girl made her way home, they'd said, Liam had killed himself they'd said. Others had been found on the property per his confession.

She and Armand were not mentioned, nothing was brought up to question how this went on for so long. If any inquiries were made, people might start taking a hard look at the justice department.

Mina felt so bad for the families.

and in the evening, Mina turned on the porch light, just in case a friend came floating by looking for the white house with green trim.

Not that she expected him to.

@thanklessindubai

[amore-reads16]

Part three- Liam Mairi x fem reader

Overview- after Y/N’s challenge with Bodhi on the mats tension is in the air. Rumour has spread on your fighting skills and you can no longer hide under the shadows of mediocrity you had found comfort in. Meanwhile avoiding Liam has become near to impossible as he corners you at every chance he gets. Will you forgive him and fall back into the web of deception he spun or will you stand your ground and shut him out until he disappears. Liam hopes for the latter.

WARNING- slight smut…

Note- thank you so much for all the support on this story! I don’t want to make it into a big thing despite all the ideas I have! So I’m thinking another two parts and I’ll try and draw it to a close. Also let me know if you would want a Xaden x reader story because I have some ideas for a few short parts for that as well! Anyway enjoy this part :)

Also I hope everyone enjoys the little cruel prince reference at the end it just came to me and I couldn’t resist putting it in …

Avoiding Liam is like avoiding flies on a hot summers day. Annoyingly impossible. After his jealous outburst the other day he can’t seem to leave you alone, bothering you with a thousand questions which range from petty inquiries into any kind of attachment you may have with Bodhi- ‘so you’re telling me you don’t have a crush on him because the way you pinned him down on that mat would say otherwise Y/N’ and more painful questions that you didn’t know the answer to yet like ‘when are you going to forgive me? When are you going to let me in and let me explain everything? When are you going to admit to yourself that you know I love you’. That last one had hurt. You didn’t know he loved you. Not anymore, after everything he did, you were finding it hard to believe anything he ever said to you was true.

You couldn’t bear to hear him explain everything to you. To hear all of his lies directly would just crush you even more. But if he explained everything and you forgave him only to learn that he was deceiving you again and this was a ploy to learn more about your signet… well that would destroy you. There was no right move to make so ignorance was bliss at the moment. Well kind of. It was hard to be ignorant of the situation when the situation wouldn’t leave you alone. In fact the situation was currently running behind you trying to catch up with your fast pace.

“Y/N will you please just wait !” Liam shouts breathlessly.

You carry on trying to ignore his shouts and the nosey people that watch the scene he is now making. He eventually catches up with you and stands in front of you grabbing your arms to stop you walking into him holding you still, much to your dismay. You huff in annoyance as he pants from sprinting down the hallway.

“Where-“ he breathes in “did you learn to walk like that?” He shakes his head quickly catching his breath.

“What do you want Mairi?” You snap and he sighs in response.

“Back to last names are we now?” He tuts shaking his head.

“Saying your first name feels to intimate” you snark back “and the thought of anything intimate with you makes me feel sick”

He laughs at this. But not a jovial laugh, no it’s sarcastic and filled with humour as if he’s in on some joke you aren’t. “We both know that’s not true. Especially when I curl my fingers when I’m deep in-“

You quickly cut him off slamming your hand on his mouth, your eyes wide in horror of what he has just said in the middle on the corridor with people walking by and listening. This boy will be the death of you. You grab his hand and swiftly pull him into the side near a window so the two of you can have a little space.

“Shut up!” You snarl “you can’t say shit like that in the middle of the corridor it’s disgusting”

He smirks and leans up against the wall crossing his arms showing how tight and muscular they are. Fuck me. He’s gorgeous. How can someone be so despicable but so damn attractive to you? No clear thoughts come to your mind. The only thought is that you want nothing more than to feel Liam’s arms wrapped around your waist once more as you straddle him slightly rocking back and forth whilst he-

“What are you thinking there Y/LN” he smirks even harder making you frustrated with how much he is enjoying seeing you squirm just by one action. Especially an action as pathetic as leaning up against a wall. Get yourself together woman!

“How much I want to-“ you start but he cuts you off.

“Fuck me?”

“Kill you” you finish “I will never fuck you”

“Again” he adds to your sentence reminding you of all the times you spent wrapped up in his sheets.

“Yes again.” You say begrudgingly “Well what did you want ?” You demand to avoid anymore sexual talk.

“You know what I want” he says simply. Any hint of flirtyness is gone and now he is serious. He wants to talk.

“To explain yes but you know what I want also. I want you to leave me alone because I don’t want your explanation” you say and attempt to walk away but he grabs your arms pivoting you back around to face him. You are only a few inches away from his body now. So close you can see the fleks of pale green that run through his eyes. The way his golden hair flops in front of his face. His perfectly shaped nose and its slight slope at the bottom. His lips- so pink and so soft… you almost cave. Breathing in deeply you meet his eyes which are staring into yours so deeply you think you might melt right here right now.

“I think you do want my explanation but you are too scared to admit it” he starts pulling you even closer. Great you think now you officially can’t breathe. “I think that you are too scared to hear what I have to say because you’ll realise that I do love you and I fucked up badly but I am willing to do anything to earn back your trust.” Now he’s caressing your arm stoking up and down it with his fingers calloused from carving his wood figures. “I think that in time you’ll trust me and we will be stronger than ever. I think that is what scares the shit out of you.” He pulls his hands away from your arm and steps backwards leaving your body cold and craving the warmth he just briefly supplied.

“But maybe I’m wrong” he carries on and you cross your arms across your body as if you are trying to recreate the warmth of his body. “Maybe you don’t want this as much as I do”

“Is that a challenge?” You ask straightening your posture so you at least look more intimidating and not like a baby deer.

“Only if you want it to be” his smirk returns almost making a smile appear on your face.

“In your wildest dreams Mairi” you mumble turning away and heading towards your class which he has officially made you late to.

“Oh but you are in my dreams!” He hollers after you as you are halfway down the corridor. “And that’s not just the dirty ones!”

You shake your head and are glad your back is facing him as you finally let a smile on your face. Dickhead.

……………………………………

All through battle briefing all you could think of was the feel of Liam’s hands on your body, stroking your arm slightly causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. And the smug bastard was sat across from you staring at you as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Bastard. How bad would it be if you were to just have sex with him once? Use him to get whatever it was in your system out. Bad. Very bad you have to tell yourself. He lied to you, poisoned you with his words, he told you he loved you. All to aid Xaden Riorson and whatever twisted scheme he was brewing. You wanted no part of that. But Liam on the other hand… that was a different story. At first when you had learned of his betrayal you were mad, so mad it caused you to beat the shit out of Bodhi on the training mats just to prove you were a threat. But now that anger had faded and day by day you just grew more sad consumed in the heartbreak Liam had caused. And it was easier to remember the love you felt for him. It was harder to block past memories out. But you needed to. You couldn’t trust him anymore.

After classes was over and it was dinner time you decided to skip the meal and get something later once everyone had gone to bed or gone off to do their own things. Instead you were sat in the very garden you had witnessed the hooded figures discussing the information Liam had gathered on you. You sat in the crook of an old tree reading a book about the history of dragons and their riders. Learning about the most skilled riders in the history of Navarre brought you comfort and hope. Hope that you could survive this hell hole and build a better life for you and your brother.

‘Incoming quick one, you have company’ Rhella warns in your mind.

Immediately you shut your book drawing a dagger from your leather pants. You spring up from your seat pointing the dagger into the darkness ready for Xaden or perhaps Imogen to spring from around the corner and slit your throat. But neither of them appear. Instead a blonde mop of hair peers around the corner causing you to sigh, partly out of annoyance and partly out of relief.

“Woah! Put the dagger away sweetheart” Liam laughs his hands up in the air in a mock surrender

Not putting the dagger down but lowering it slightly you glare at Liam who is walking closer. “You idiot Liam! I thought you were-“ you begin but don’t have the energy to finish. You don’t particularly want to admit how vulnerable he and his friends has made you feel. How you can barely sleep at night out of fear you may never wake up. “Never mind” you finish after a long moment of silence. Feeling defeated you lower your dagger completely.

“Y/N” Liam pleads “you don’t think I’d hurt you do you?” He asks, clearly hurt.

“Of course I do! You’ve already hurt me! You were planning to kill me with your friends!” You shout anger rising in your body again.

He takes in a deep breath walking closer until he is only a short distance away but you could tell he was at least trying to be respectful tonight. “Please understand this, even if you’ll never let yourself understand anything else about what I did, I would never hurt you. Ever”

Tears suddenly begin to pool in your eyes. The soft tone of his voice, caring and caressing at the same time soothing you in some strange unexplained way despite everything. The air is thick with the loss of him and the indecision of whether to cave to everything your body wants, but your mind and heart refuses. He comes closer very slowly, almost testing if you’ll give him permission to be this close to you. You don’t back away or yell so he takes it and uses a hand to wipe a stray tear that falls from your eye.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” he whispers bringing his forehead to yours. And for a moment you embrace it. For a moment you breathe in his sent which reminds you of the fresh sea and clean linen. For a moment everything finally feels normal again and you are complete. But this is only for a moment. Pushing Liam off you forcefully you scoff loudly.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it Liam!” You sob “I love you and you are ruining my life!” You shout getting close to his face, finger pointing at him as you get close enough to start hitting his chest repeatedly.

“You still love me?” He says so quietly you barely hear him.

You sneer at his words “Loved. Past tense.”

“You said love” he replies.

“That’s semantics” you counter ashamed of your own slip up.

“What can I do to fix this if you won’t let me explain! To get you to trust me again! I’ve tried! I AM trying! But you won’t let me in” he’s shouting now clearly frustrated with the situation at hand.

“Why can’t you understand Liam? I. Don’t. Want. You. Anymore” you spit.

“Bullshit” he quickly responds staring down at you grabbing your arms to keep them from hitting his chest. “I know you want this more than anything and that you have to stop yourself everyday from running over to me just to touch me, be near me. That everyday is a battle between what you know you actually want and what you should want. And I’m fed up of not being able to do this” his voice has changed, it’s darker now, full of lust and craving different to his normal happy, cheeky persona. He bows his head towards yours causing your breath the get strangled in your throat. The action is so quick you are unsure there was anyway you could have stopped it, not that you wanted to, as he aggressively kisses you. Weeks of absence from you has left him depraved as he almost devours your lips. You kiss back on reflex, your bodies moulding together instinctively as if that’s where they belong. This is wrong is all you can think. But why does something so wrong feel so right? The pair of you stumble towards the tree you were once sheltered in and are now using as a surface to be pressed up against whilst Liam ravishes your body. He slides his hands under your shirt fondling the bottom of your breast making you shiver and let out a small whimper into his mouth at the contact. This pleases Liam as you feel the smirk on his face as you kiss him.

“Shut up” you hiss in between kisses

“Didn’t say anything love” he replies as he removes his mouth from yours moving into your neck sucking on the sweet spot he knows all too well.

“Liam” you moan trying to keep your voice down realising you are still outside “not here” you manage to say.

He pulls away but he’s still so close you can feel his breath on your skin. “Do you want to-“

You are so desperate in this moment reason is a thing of the past and you immediately agree to whatever it is he was going to suggest “yes”

“I didn’t even finish my-“

“Yes” you say again causing him to gulp pressing another longing kiss onto your lips. With you pressed against a tree his body consuming yours as he leans one hand above your head against the bark he looks like a god. And who can say no to a god you try to make excuses for what you know you are about to do, and in the morning regret. But your body has needs and unfortunately for you he knows every single one of them.

“Okay” he barely whispers leaning away from the tree whilst he takes your soft hand in his beginning to lead you back into the quadrant and to his bedroom. Oh shit. Doubt begins to fill your mind which he senses. He brings you to a halt at his door.

“We don’t have to do this. I don’t want to do anything with you that you’ll regret. That would kill me” he says slowly and sadly. And that was it. In that moment you knew that no matter what he had done, no matter how much it had hurt you, this boy in front of you cared for you more than you would ever fully accept. Which is why you reach behind him twisting the knob on his door opening it whilst you push him into his own room.

“I want you Mairi. Even if in the morning I’ll tell you differently. Tell you I despise your very existence. Tell you I want nothing to do with you. Even maybe swing a punch. I won’t mean it. Not really, not deep down. Just know that” you say softly. He nods in response uttering the very three words that ignite and crush your soul at the very same time.

“I love you”

…………….…………………………….

Liam had fallen asleep ages ago however you could not manage to get any rest. His arm was wrapped around your waist in a familiar way as your back pressed up against his front with your legs intertwined. It was odd how quickly the two of you fit back together like nothing had happened and all was normal. But all was not normal which is why you couldn’t seem to get any sleep. You needed to get out of there. The weight of him was suffocating, not because he was heavy, but because what you had just done was weighing you down. You had told yourself that no matter what you wouldn’t let Liam worm his way back into your life but here you were. Naked. In his sheets. Fuck. You needed to get out of there… now.

Savouring perhaps the last moment you would have with Liam you carefully, and slowly, lifted his arm from around your body managing to slide out of his grasp replacing the spot where your body just was with a pillow to avoid him waking up and wanting to talk… to explain.

As quietly as possible you put on your clothes and slip out of Liam’s door. When you are on the other side you release a long sigh suddenly torn between running back into Liam’s bed or running to your room where you can try and forget what just happened and how it made you feel. Going to your room is the logical thing and today you side with logic. You begin to walk down the corridor but you don’t get far before a voice calls out from the shadows

“Going somewhere?”

Your body stiffens. You immediately reach for your dagger only for a thick tendril of smoke to wrap around your hand stopping you.

“There will be no need for that” the voice emerges from the shadows. Xaden. Tonight may just be your last night on earth you think.

“Riorson. Lurking in the shadows as per usual” you snarl turning around to meet Xaden’s face which is even more striking in the moonlight.

“I could say the same thing about you considering our last encounters have been centred around you sneaking around in the dead of night” he says striding forwards slowly towards you. A predator stalking his prey.

“Touchè” you say nonchalantly. Normally, seeing Xaden, especially after everything that had happened, would make your hairs stand up, your posture rigid and your breath hitched out of fear and sheer awe over his power. But tonight you couldn’t be bothered being on guard, you were too emotionally torn to fight back tonight. There is a moment of silence where you stare at him and him you.

“So” you begin “if you’ve come to kill me just get it over with and if not I’ll be going to my room, I’ve had a long night and no offence, well maybe offence, you are the last person I want to be talking to right now” you say crossing your arms waiting for him to either kill you or dismiss you.

“We made a deal. I don’t harm you or your brother and you keep our secret safe” he says flatly.

“Yes we did indeed, but I’ll be damned if I ever trust a word that comes out of your mouth” you are growing tired of this now. Bored of whatever this conversation is, but then Xaden says something that makes you go rigid.

“I know you’ve just come out of Liam’s room, and I can take a guess at what you have been doing” he whispers making you wish you never left Liam’s bed.

“And?” You ask

“If our deal is going to work that can’t happen again” he says. At this you scoff shaking your head not quite believing the words that have just left his mouth.

“So you send your friend to con me, you expose my secrets, you try to kill me and now you are telling me who I can and can’t sleep with?” The question is rhetorical and you can’t understand why you are even having this conversation.

“This isn’t going to end well” he says in a softer tone now “for him or you. You don’t fit in with us, you don’t belong with him. You will never understand him or his goals.” Xaden is now standing so close to you that you can feel the cool shade of his shadows wrapping around you in a threatening manner. “Stay away for him” he says voice low “or our deal is going to be called off and I don’t think I have to remind you of the consequences of that”

You stare at him in shock and he meets your gaze never flinching or backing down. Anger bubbles inside you itching to be let out. How dare he try and control your life. How dare he dictate yours and Liam’s relationship. How dare he after everything he has put you and Liam through think he has any right to be the ultimate decider of your fate, your future. Fuck that. But you are wise enough to not lash out. So you keep calm and appear intimidated, although that part is easy when a 6 foot god knows what jacked male towers over you, and you nod your head slowly submitting to his command.

“All I have to do is stay away and I’ll be safe? My brother will be safe?” You ask, doe eyed.

“Yes” he says simply

“Okay” you mumble so low you aren’t even sure he hears but nods curtly giving you one last look, probably assessing you, before he walks away becoming one with the shadows again.

It was then and there where you came up with your plan- if you couldn’t be better than them you would become so much worse. Play them at their own game. Learn their secrets just like they did yours. Then the power would be in your hands. You would be the one calling the bets. And how amazing would it feel to finally have justice, to be the one doing the threatening and not be the threatened. And maybe, just maybe, then you would finally feel normal.

[dearharriet]

Mama’s Fallen Angel; Eddie Munson 🎲

“Eddie,” you whisper, “need you.”

Eddie groans into your throat. That you need him even once almost makes the whole year he lost with you worth it.

“Be patient, baby,” he cooes, but he’s halfway there himself. “Gonna give it to ya.”

summary: eddie is torn when you, his troubled ex-best-friend, show up on his doorstep after a year of being gone. (18+)

word count: 2.3K

warnings: explicit sexual content—MDNI, fem!r, fingering, thigh-fucking, unprotected piv (be safe), postcoital dysphoria (?), unhealthy/messy relationship, mentions of abuse (not from eddie), angst

a/n: I’ve literally no qualifications to be writing abt sex pls tell me if it’s awful 😟 based on the song fallen angel by poison !!

It’s ten o'clock and thunderous in Indianapolis. Pounding rain drowns all other noise, but the rumble of your fists on Eddie’s front door cuts through it all like lightning.

The door swings open, and Eddie frowns. You’re drenched, panting, and carrying a go-bag half your weight. Before he can ask questions, you let yourself in, bypassing him completely.

“Hope this isn’t a bad time,” you say, but you leave little room for opposition. You’re taking your coat off, shaking like a bathed dog. “Should I take my shoes off?”

You’re talking like Eddie invited you over, like he’s seen you at all in the past twelve months. He can’t believe his own traitorous mouth as it plays along.

“Uh, yeah. Please.”

Technically, he walks all over his apartment in shoes—his work boots, even—but the sight of your ratty sneakers is enough to compel him. You sling them to the side and trail into Eddie’s living space. Eddie nervously follows.

“What’re you doin’ here?”

No answer. You pick up the knick-knacks and memorabilia on his coffee table, scrutinizing them.

“Um, hellooo?” Eddie snaps his fingers near your head until you turn your attention to him, blank-faced. Something about your silence is more unsettling than anything you could say. Eddie needs it to end.

“Why aren’t you in Chicago?” Eddie asks like you’re crazy. You stick your nose up haughtily, all defense.

“What, I can’t visit?”

“Is that what this is?” Eddie glances around, at your shoes, your bag on the floor. “Cause it doesn’t feel like it, babe.”

Shifting uncomfortably, you don’t reply. There are photos around Eddie’s place, above the couch and on the end tables by his sofa. You study them, glazing over pictures of Eddie and an athletic brunette—Steve Harrington, from school—then a band of kids, and then a pretty blonde girl you’d never seen.

“You have a girlfriend now?” Disdain paints the question, clear as day. It’s almost more of an insult than an inquiry. Eddie frowns.

“No.”

Tearing your eyes away from the photo—Eddie and the blonde, cheesing over a mound of moving boxes—you look at Eddie. He looks so different, yet so familiar. His hair is gathered and tied in a low bun, revealing his face for once. His features look fresh, fed and warm and happy. You can’t decide if you’re proud or inconsolably jealous. Still, he wears a tinge of worry that you often create.

Eddie was always looking after you. Through your tumultuous upbringing, he and Wayne took care of you, loved you the way you deserved. It wasn’t apparent until recently that your biggest saboteur was yourself.

“Liam got mean,” you say, and you know what Eddie will say back. His lack of surprise always hurt more than the actual abuse. His I told you so‘s.

“He left?” Eddie’s eyebrows pinch. You shake your head.

“I did.” It’s sickly satisfying to watch his face blank, his mouth drop. “I was gonna go home, but…”

Eddie nods. He knows as well as you do that your parents would never take you back, and that their roof meant very little in terms of safety.

“Uncle Wayne would’ve taken ya,” He offers, but it’s a null point. You’re not in Wayne’s living room, you’re in Eddie’s.

“I don’t want Uncle Wayne,” you say anyway. You stare at the floor, your shoulders by your ears. “I want you.”

Something in Eddie’s chest burns, passion or fury or both. Years ago, he was elated to hear you say so, but now…

“We’re not doing this again.” Eddie’s voice is stern.

Looking up, your eyes flash with confusion.

“What?” You step closer, reaching out. “Eddie—“

Dodging your advance, Eddie throws his hands up.

“No! You don’t get to do this to me.” He licks his lips. “I got over you, and it fucking blew, but I’m finally happy here. If you bet on the wrong horse, I’m sorry, but you can’t come back and ruin me all over again.”

It doesn’t matter how measured he is, Eddie can’t stop the words from becoming scathing. You look absolutely torn and out of your depth, but an icy resolution creeps over you.

“Yeah, okay.” You step away and grab your bag harshly. “Got it.”

Eddie trails after you, back into the inlet.

“Where are you going?” Eddie feels idiotic, he’d told you to leave, hadn’t he? Wasn’t that what he was saying, that you’re not welcome? You look like you’re thinking the same thing, scowling as you tie your shoes.

“I dunno, a women’s shelter, maybe?” You shrug. “Or a hostel. There’s a few here.”

It all leaves a bad taste in Eddie’s mouth.

“Wayne would—“

“I told you, I don’t wanna see him,” you interrupt, rising from your crouched position. Eddie wants to shake you, to grab your face and make you listen.

“He can help you.”

“I don’t want his help!” Your shout pings off of Eddie’s walls. You curl in on yourself, half angry, half defeated. “I can’t stand the way he’d look at me, okay? I can barely stand the way you’re looking at me.”

“Yeah, well, tough shit! Big city wasn’t what you were expecting, huh, angel?” He shakes his head. Your face burns with the embarrassment of overambition and naïveté. “You should've listened to me.”

There it is. The smug fucking bastard. Your blood roils in your chest, pounding at your skin. You grab Eddie by the collar and shake him.

“You’re fucking mean,” you spit. You let him go, just to push at his chest with your palms. “You’re the fucking problem!”

Stumbling back, Eddie clenches his jaw and sneers.

“ Why? ‘Cause I care? ‘Cause I want you to be safe?”

Eddie can’t even be bothered to think about his neighbors, so riled up he can hear his pulse. He steps closer and you push him back again.

“You blamed me! You still blame me! You treat me like I’m stupid for going with him, but I was fucking scared, Eddie. I had nowhere else to go.” Your shoves are getting weaker, less imposing, and your eyes are glassy with tears. “It’s not my fucking fault that he was nice when we met, when people were around. It’s not.”

The fight flees Eddie’s eyes, too, because you’re right. He’d spent years trying to protect you, and he was just hurting you instead. He backs off, deflating.

Neither of you knows what to say, breathing hard and feeling awful. The rain is gone, making the silence all that much louder.

“You can take my bed tonight,” Eddie murmurs, afraid to pierce the silence.

You purse your lips, looking away. “No, you were right. I should go.”

“No, fuck that.” You flinch, and Eddie pales a little. “Forget what I said,” he amends, “I was being jealous and insufferable. It’s dark and it’s raining, and you should stay.”

Eddie looks painfully sincere, and desperate. It feels wrong, but you have nowhere else to go. You nod hesitantly, agreeing.

Your pack looks completely out of place in his room. Tattered and duct-taped and filled to the brim. It makes the space around it look impossibly cleaner. You don’t even open it, either, because Eddie lends you his own clothes. It sits forgotten at the foot of his bed.

Eddie sets you up nicely, tucking you into his sheets and slinking towards the door.

When you’re about to say goodnight, laying your still-damp hair on Eddie’s pillows, you feel suddenly as out of place and lost as the bag on the floor.

“Eddie.” His head turns your way, hand paused over the lightswitch. You’re gripping his comforter in your hands, radiating anxiety.

“Would you stay?” Eddie’s lips press together, and you’re sure he’ll say no. Still, you can’t help but add a pathetic, “please?”

Eddie knows he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. But you’re in his clothes, in his bed, and you’re asking for him. He can’t say no to you.

Freeing his hair from its confines, he crawls in next to you. You’re uncertain, but Eddie slips into autopilot, grabbing for you like you were never gone.

Brown curls fall all over the place, soft on your shoulder and much longer than you remember them being.

“Are you ever gonna cut this,” you wonder, fiddling with a silky strand. Eddie wraps an arm around your waist and your bodies press together.

“I did cut it,” he says. “It grew out again.”

“Oh. Right.” It hadn’t felt like you were apart that long, but you suppose it had been over a year. It’s hard to collect all of that time in your mind, to accept it.

“I wish this wasn’t so fucked up,” you lament, eyes closed. “That I wasn’t.”

“You’re not,” Eddie rumbles. You feel it in your toes. “You’re just having a hard time. It doesn’t mean you’re ruined.”

Big hands pet your hair, soothing and exciting at the same time.

“‘N you didn’t ruin me, either. I shouldn’t’ve said that.” Eddie’s eyes trace over your features, some far away thoughts showing themselves. “We’re just growin’ up, I think, and maybe shit-outta-luck, too.”

You nod, playing with the collar of his t-shirt at the base of his neck.

“It’s so hard,” you fret. “Everyone says I should find myself, but I just wanna fall in love.”

A tear slips from your eye, and Eddie stays quiet, attentive.

“Why am I so shallow?”

Eddie doesn’t know, or maybe can’t explain what he does know. Your crying panics him all the same. In a last-ditch effort to soothe you, he presses his mouth to yours.

It’s not a solution and it’s self-serving, and he’s falling back into this old routine, he knows. Eddie knows. But he loves you, and you’re here, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever stop falling for you no matter what you do. So he presses you into his bed and licks into your mouth like you’re made of honey.

Soft moans curl out of you like smoke, and Eddie takes them all in his mouth. When he separates from you to lathe over your neck—lost in your heady voice and his arousal—you push his shirt up, feeling his bare skin.

“Eddie,” you whisper, “need you.”

Eddie groans into your throat. That you need him even once almost makes the whole year he lost with you worth it.

“Be patient, baby,” he cooes, but he’s halfway there himself. “Gonna give it to ya.”

He pushes under your shirt, and then he’s taking it off. Goosebumps spread over your hot chest as the open air hits it, and then chills spill over you when Eddie licks over your breasts.

He’s between your legs now, rolling his hips against your center. Both of you moan, washed in a haze of desperation and desire that feels bottomless. You’re arching and preening, perfectly capable of falling apart just as you are, but you want more. You’re always greedy, chasing the most satisfaction you can get.

“Please, Eddie.” Hooking a leg around him, you press his restless pelvis into you and grind onto his covered cock. Eddie makes an animalistic sound into your chest, completely undone.

“Okay—yeah, okay,” he breathes.

His shirt is gone like lightning, and then he’s fumbling for the sleep pants he lent you. Fingers hooked under them and your underwear, he rids you of both in one frenetic tug.

“Turn over, angel.”

Flushing, you do as he says, anticipation seeping from your cunt. Eddie spreads you apart, pressing slovenly kisses over your shoulder blades. Two fingers tease your weeping hole, spreading the hot slick between your legs.

“Fuck,” he curses, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The two fingers glide in easily, palm-down, and Eddie needles into your soft-spot cruelly.

Your cunt sucks his fingers in hungrily, squelching its own demands for something bigger, but pulsating from his relentless fingering. You feel close to tears, naked and needy and untouched where you really need it. Your clit is swollen between your closed legs.

When your cunt grips down on Eddie’s fingers—three now—and your thighs are wet with arousal, Eddie pulls away and shucks his bottoms off. Rucking your ass up further, he straddles your legs and rubs the hot head of his cock over your entrance.

“Look at you, angel.” Eddie fucks himself between your slippery thighs, catching your clit. You cry out, trying to chase the sensation, but Eddie holds you still. He thrusts in a few more times, lubing himself up with your arousal, and then spreads you open again.

Bearing down on you, his chest flush to your back, Eddie pushes his cock into your entrance. From above, he’s in the perfect position to thrust down into your sweet spot. It has you tripping over your words until all you can cry out is his name, over and over.

You’re dizzy and full and tightening on his length, and Eddie finally ends your torture, sneaking a hand under you to toy with your clit. You don’t last long before you’re squirming and wailing and fucking yourself on his cock, and Eddie’s swearing under his breath and coming, too.

Hot and out of breath, you bask in his weight and warmth before he pulls out of you. Eddie’s pillow is wet with condensation and drool.

“Ok?” He rubs your back as he asks. You nod your head, and he sighs. “M’kay. Be right back.”

He comes back with a wet towel and a glass of water, and cleans your sticky thighs before you limp off to the bathroom. Your thank you’s lodge in your throat, so you forego them to avoid crying. The come-down is hard enough, but you’ve been so deprived of gestures like this that all of it goes to waste in comforting you.

You think Eddie knows, and that he’s just as clueless about what to do as you, so you both cling to each other through the night and hope it fixes itself. You have somewhere warm to stay, and someone to hold you, and that’s all that’s ever mattered.

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thank you for reading! 🦢

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[twopoppies]

Oasis are getting back together. 1D next!

Hm. Maybe my shady anon from the other week who said Oasis would reunite and Louis would join them on stage wasn't being a troll. LMAO!

Amid this weekend’s Reading Festival — which the Britpop band headlined 24 years ago today in 2000 — reports emerged that the Gallagher brothers have settled their 15-year feud and will announce a series of 2025 gigs in the U.K., including a 10-night stand at Wembley Stadium (breaking Taylor Swift’s just-set record of eight concerts) and shows at their native Manchester’s Heaton Park. The Times U.K. first reported the rumors, claiming “industry insiders” confirmed that Oasis would reunite onstage for the first time since August 2009, with an announcement imminent, perhaps as early as this Tuesday. The rumors quickly spread to social media Saturday, eventually catching the attention of Liam Gallagher, who tweeted in response to fans inquiries, “News to me” and “I know nothing.” As the day progressed, however, Gallagher — perhaps truthfully, perhaps mockingly — began the fan the flames of the reunion rumors. When one fan said they were “scared” about Tuesday’s potential announcement, Gallagher tweeted, “Your scared how do you think I feel.” Most tellingly, when one fan complained about Oasis playing Heaton Park, a “terrible venue,” Liam quipped back, “See you down the front you big fanny.” The teasing continued Sunday morning: When asked when the tour dates will be announced, Liam said, “Nxt Friday.” When asked about his plans for 2025, he tweeted, “World domination.”

full article here

[impossiblegirlposts]

Liam Vs Travis in Tower of Inquiry Falls

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC Halloween Throwbacks 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA+

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Trick or Treat 🎨 | Multiple Characters - @exotic-inquiry C: @lilyoffandoms

CRIMES OF PASSION

Tricks and Treat ✒️ | M!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter

NIGHTBOUND

The Haunted House ✒️ | Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

A Quite Carrick Halloween ✒️ | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

A Very Scary Halloween ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter

Haunting ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick - @jerzwriter

Hilltop Haunts ✒️ | Sienna Trinh x M!OC - @liaromancewriter

Hunger Pains ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @cariantha

Masquerade ✒️🔥 | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter

Max & Si’s Halloween Bash 📱 | Sienna Trinh x M!OC - @liaromancewriter

On The Spot ✒️🎨 | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

Pumpkin Love ✒️ | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

This Little Bunny ✒️ | Sienna Trinh x M!OC - @liaromancewriter

Tricky Treats ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter

What Could Ever Go Wrong? ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!OC, Tobias Carrick - @coffeeheartaddict2

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Decamped ✒️Ⓜ | Liam Rys x F!MC - @nestledonthaveone

Trick or ... Treat ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!OC - @kristinamae093

WAKE THE DEAD

It's Witchcraft ✒️🎨 | Eli Sipes x F!MC - @jerzwriter

New Things: Traditions, Hopes & Fears ✒️ | Eli Sipes x F!MC - @jerzwriter

[beardedmrbean]

The local student who was banned from wearing an “only two genders” shirt to middle school is asking the Supreme Court to hear his high-profile First Amendment case.

The lawyers for Middleboro student Liam Morrison have filed a petition with the Supreme Court after a federal appeals court in Boston ruled against him a few months ago.

Liam last year was banned by school officials from wearing a shirt to school that read, “There are only two genders.” The 7th grader then wore a shirt that stated, “There are censored genders,” and again, he was ordered to take off the shirt.

A U.S. district judge previously ruled in favor of the Middleboro school officials, and the U.S. Court of Appeals for the 1st Circuit then affirmed the district court’s ruling.

Now, Liam’s attorneys from Alliance Defending Freedom are formally asking the Supreme Court to hear the case.

“Students don’t lose their free speech rights the moment they walk into a school building,” ADF Senior Counsel and Vice President of U.S. Litigation David Cortman said in a statement. “This case isn’t about T-shirts; it’s about a public school telling a middle-schooler that he isn’t allowed to express a view that differs from their own.

“The school actively promotes its view about gender through posters and ‘Pride’ events, and it encourages students to wear clothing with messages on the same topic—so long as that clothing expresses the school’s preferred views on the subject,” the attorney added. “Our legal system is built on the truth that the government cannot silence any speaker just because it disapproves of what they say.”

The Middleboro school district each year celebrates Pride month, hanging Pride flags and sending the message that there are “an unlimited number of genders,” one of Liam’s lawyers had argued in front of the appeals court.

In response to the school’s view, Liam wore the controversial shirt to Nichols Middle School last year.

School officials in response to the shirt told Liam to either take off the shirt or leave school for the day. Liam chose to miss the rest of his classes that day.

When the Middleboro principal pulled Liam out of class and told him he had to take off his shirt, the principal said they had received complaints about the words on his shirt — and that the words might make some students feel unsafe.

“Middleborough was enforcing a dress code, so it was making a forecast regarding the disruptive impact of a particular means of expression and not of, say, a stray remark on a playground, a point made during discussion or debate, or a classroom inquiry,” the appeals court wrote in its ruling a few months ago. “The forecast concerned the predicted impact of a message that would confront any student proximate to it throughout the school day.”

School officials “knew the serious nature of the struggles, including suicidal ideation, that some of those students had experienced related to their treatment based on their gender identities by other students, and the effect those struggles could have on those students’ ability to learn,” the appeals court wrote.

“We think it was reasonable for Middleborough to forecast that a message displayed throughout the school day denying the existence of the gender identities of transgender and gender non-conforming students would have a serious negative impact on those students’ ability to concentrate on their classroom work,” the court added.

The petition to the Supreme Court from Liam’s attorneys focuses on the “Tinker” court case.

“L.M. sought to participate in his school’s marketplace of ideas and address sociopolitical matters in a passive, silent, and untargeted way,” reads the petition to the Supreme Court. “This Court’s review is urgently needed to reaffirm that Tinker protects ‘unpopular ideas,’ public schools can’t establish what is ‘orthodox in… matters of opinion,’ and students aren’t ‘confined to the expression of… sentiments that are officially approved.’ ”

The petition adds, “The lower court’s ruling is irreconcilable with this Court’s decisions and students’ First Amendment right ‘to freedom of expression of their views… on controversial subjects like’ gender identity.”

[allwaswell16]

I never read an A/B/O fic. Do you have suggestions which fics are good for a newbie?

Oooh okay. Hmmm...Okay, so I'm going to try my best here. First, here is a primer with links that I did for beginners:

🌸 A/B/O Primer

The first one I ever read, which is what got me hooked is:

Cameras Flashing by @juliusschmidt​ (E, 81k)

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

For beginners, I think I'll recommend some favorites of mine that have some world building, but aren't deep into wolf lore.

 Light, Spark and Fire (series) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings (E/M, 239k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

where the lights are beautiful (series) by twoshipsdrifting / @polkadotlou (E, 48k)

Harry wasn’t wrong about that, not in a general sense. Lots of omegas did seek out rich alphas and betas, hoping or planning to go into heat at the right time. Plenty of omegas saw this as their duty, especially if their families weren’t well off. Worse, Louis couldn’t honestly say he’d never thought about it. If that had been his life, his goal, Louis would feel pretty good about himself now. As it is…Louis feels like shit.

Or the accidental bonding a/b/o fic.

Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren (E, 42k)

Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

Anybody Have a Map? by @2tiedships2 (NR, 12k)

Niall rolled his eyes, “You two are weird. Fine. Me and Liam will go by ourselves. Party poopers.”

Niall got up to get ready but first turned to Louis and asked, “Lou are you still kicking me out next week? I’ll see if I can make plans with Liam.”

Louis cringed. Because of course Niall would say something in front of Harry.

“Yeah,” Louis stated. “That’s still the plan. Now run along my little Irish idiot.”

Niall skipped the ten feet to his bedroom to get ready. Louis steeled himself for Harry’s inquiry.

“What’s next week, Lou?” Harry looked down at him with a confused look in his eyes.

Or the one where Louis met Harry in NYC where they bonded as fellow Brits in the large city. Years later, with Louis' upcoming heat, maybe it's time for their friendship to become something more.

a body wishes to be held & held by @turnyourankle​ (E, 9k)

Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

And if you end up loving these like I hope you do, here are my other a/b/o fic recs:

🌸 A/B/O Fics / Part Two / Part Three

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Alpha Harry

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Canon

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Daddy Kink

🌸  A/B/O Fics - Long

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Luna Louis

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Omega Drop

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Omega/Omega

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Short

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Styles Triplets

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Styles Twins

🌸 A/B/O Fics - Touch Deprivation

[jessthetea]

Different anon here but I think that the anon that said it wasn’t weird that jamie hasn’t talked about liam’s death and that we shouldn’t make his death about jamie and jess’s relationship was just referring to another anon who said “Does anyone else think it's weird that Jamie hasn't mentioned Liam Payne's death? They at least knew each other. Maybe he feels strange that his girlfriend dated him” because I can see why people can read the latter anon’s ask and think it implied the connection between liam and jess and jamie’s relationship, quote, “Maybe he feels strange that his girlfriend dated him”

It seems, from my perspective, that no one is truly attempting to comment on the state of Jess and Jamie's relationship or their breakup, for that matter. Rather, it appears to be a reasonable observation and question. People are quite entitled to their curiosities and opinions, without it necessarily reflecting upon Jess and Jamie's relationship. The reality remains that Jess did, indeed, have some form of relationship with Liam, and understandably, this could present a certain discomfort for them both. It’s hardly the most peculiar inquiry to raise or conclusion to draw. I don't believe anyone was actively pushing that narrative, but rather, it's simply how you've interpreted it. It is not, however, the responsibility of this blog to oversee, manage, or dictate how individuals choose to interpret things.

[deepspacedukat]

Incentive

This was written after a certain conversation with @bigblissandlove1. In my defense, I was possessed by a certain Romulan Captain. It’s fine. Also, if you’re looking for a visual of wtf he looks like in this particular encounter, take a look at this post here. 😇

S’Talon is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1. This story was written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story, “The Raptor’s Descent” if you haven’t already! That’s where S’Talon came from!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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S’Talon (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut adjacent, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Implied interspecies sex, implied Human/Romulan sex, Romulan disguised as a Human, implied oral sex (female receiving), kissing.

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There were times when S’Talon couldn’t help but wonder why he received some of the missions that he did. Oh, he wasn’t feeling disloyal to the Empire - far from it. He was only too happy to do whatever he could for his people. But there were moments where he was curious what Koval’s logic could possibly be. He nearly always understood by the end of his assignments, but this one...well, this one was odd.

The Riov had been surgically altered to appear Human in order to infiltrate an unaffiliated Human colony near the edge of the Neutral Zone. He was told to keep his ears and eyes open, but, what he couldn’t figure out was why. These people had minimal technology. They were pacifists who lived off the land and bothered nobody. All they wished was to be left alone to their quiet little way of life. Koval said that a few appropriated reports from Starfleet likened this planet to a more peaceful version of something called the Wild West. He didn’t know exactly what that was, but people here were certainly welcoming.

So why was he here? What could be so important that Koval believed it necessary to take him from the T’Met for such an extended period? His hair was nearly long enough to reach his shoulders, and he’d even grown a beard. Working in a field, tilling soil, and herding animals was not exactly what he’d envisioned when he’d been sent on a covert mission.

Neither was the wardrobe. Oh, nothing was too out of the ordinary for Human attire, he supposed, but it was all combined rather oddly here. Button-down shirts, vests, leather work boots with spurs, ornate belt buckles... Even the hats were different. Their brims were wide to protect against the sun, but they all had a rather distinct shape. Despite his initial reservations about the odd outfit choices, the Riov had grown rather attached to a certain brown hat of his.

He was still no closer to figuring out what Koval had wanted him to investigate. His only orders after his surgical alteration had been for him to discover any oddities and protect Romulan interests. He had, of course, asked for more of an indicator of what sort of oddities, but his old friend had only been able to tell him that he had reason to believe that something was very wrong.

A month in, S’Talon was close to admitting defeat - after all, he’d neither heard nor seen anything out of the ordinary - when he saw her. The Riov had gone to a village gathering in celebration of the bountiful harvest, and amongst the vast crowd he saw a face with which he was intimately familiar.

No, it couldn’t be. Not here.

“I could introduce you, if you like, Liam.” The sly voice of one of S’Talon’s new friends asked from his side. Liam was the faux identity Koval had given his agent, and the man making the inquiry...well, that was from a rather personable, if gullible, blacksmith named Harvey. In another lifetime, the Riov knew that he and Harvey would’ve been good friends. As it was, he could barely bring himself to shake his head. “Oh, come on. You’ve been all nice and respectable to all the other ladies in town. Why not charm this newcomer? She would make a handsome wife for you.”

S’Talon weighed his options carefully. She knew his face with or without his Romulan features. She knew his voice. She knew everything about him. To see her now would be a risk.

But if he waited until she spotted him, he had very little chance of convincing her to remain quiet about his identity. Besides, he still needed to know why she was here. What the hell was a Starfleet officer doing impersonating some charming lady from another village?

“You know...I believe I would like an introduction, Harvey,” S’Talon said removing his hat, smoothing his hair back, and straightening his shirt. The slightly tipsy man slapped him on the back and led him over to the small group that included the object of his curiosity.

The moment her eyes met his, a spark of surprised recognition flitted through her eyes. A familiar, buzzing attraction settled in the back of his skull, as she was introduced to him as a ‘Miss Annie’ - so she was using a pseudonym, too? That was telling. Perhaps this was why Koval had sent him.

Lifting her hand gingerly in his, S’Talon gave her one of his most charming smiles.

“It’s a great pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Annie. Could I interest you in a stroll through the moonlight?” She hesitated a moment, but she did accept his invitation, looping her arm with his. As soon as they were outside, he plopped his hat back on his head and looked down at her. “I never thought I’d see you again, much less here.”

“The feeling is mutual...Liam,” she murmured with a smirk and a quiet giggle. “I know the ears are for the mission, but what about the beard and hair?”

“Well, I thought it might help my cover to be a little less...clean-cut. Very few of the men here are without facial hair of some type, and allowing the rest to grow out seemed to be the correct aesthetic choice,” he explained as they made their way onto a quiet little path lit by street lamps. They remained silent for a while before he brought up the first of his questions. “Commander...e’lev, what in the stars are you doing here?”

“Surely you know I can’t answer that,” she hedged, but S’Talon drew her to a stop as they stepped onto a small bridge that spanned a river’s width. Raising one of his now-curved eyebrows, he tilted her chin up.

“And surely you know what any other agent would have to do in response to the current problem?” They both knew the Riov would never harm a hair on her beautiful head, but he let the question hang there for a moment. They both needed to recognize the gravity of the situation and keep it at the forefront of their thoughts if they were going to get through...whatever this was.

Her courage was palpable as she stepped closer to him and laid her hands on his chest. The twinkle of starlight reflecting in her eyes made S’Talon swallow reflexively. He remembered how soft and sweet she was in his bed the last time they saw each other. Now, covered in a checked, light blue dress made of soft cotton, she looked even more lovely than he remembered.

“I’m eager to come to an understanding. We don’t need to resort to such unpleasant actions...do we?” Her hands slid upwards, winding around the back of his neck, and the Riov caught her waist carefully in his large hands. The calluses on his fingers scraped lightly over the fabric of her dress as he drew her closer. Her heady, familiar scent seemed even stronger here on this lovely planet.

“Given the assumption that we’ll share what we learn with each other, could you be persuaded to remain silent about my presence here if you received the proper incentive?” The low register of his suggestive question sounded even raspier than normal as he fought the urge to simply tear the laces of her bodice to shreds.

“I think that can be arranged, Riov,” she breathed as her lips brushed against his. Pulling away with a giggle, she stammered an apology. “Sorry, your beard tickles.”

Her couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

“Ah, I believe the trick is to apply firmer pressure. Like this...” he murmured catching her lips with his. The Commander melted into him just as she had all those years ago in that little Andorian bistro. He could still remember the way that the flavor of Aldebran whiskey had clung to her lips that first night.

“I think that’s enough to earn you shared information,” she breathed when they parted for air. Her nimble little fingers toyed with an errant strand of his hair as he kissed his way slowly down the length of her jaw. The brim of his hat bumped against the side of her head, and she tugged it off so he could continue unhindered. “I was sent here to study the impact of a recent Klingon crash. Cultural and technological contamination, that sort of thing. There were classified reports of odd readings suddenly appearing after the Klingons beamed their people away. We think they may have left a piece of technology behind or...well, they could be trying to start a war by making it seem as though your people wiped out this colony.”

S’Talon paused and looked at her in surprise. That would certainly explain Koval’s reasoning. If this settlement was in danger from some unknown Klingon weapon, then time could be of the essence.

“But this planet isn’t allied with the Federation–”

“I know, but any perceived encroachment on this side of the Neutral Zone would undoubtedly be seen negatively and throw our treaty and our alliance into jeopardy,” she murmured leaning up and kissing his cheek. “I haven’t been able to confirm anything yet. I only just got here, but if you have any sort of instruments that have been taking consistent readings...?”

“I do. Now, back to your incentive,” he whispered cupping her cheeks. “What would it take for you to assist me and to keep my identity secret from the rest of the villagers, Miss Annie?”

“Assuming that my own identity is safe with you, Liam–”

“Always.”

“Then, I’d say you know exactly what I’d like,” she crooned nipping at his lips. S’Talon let out a small groan and kissed her hungrily, pressing her back against the bridge railing as he explored her. Familiar and new all at the same time, the Commander was just as intoxicating today as she had been the last time they’d met. It seemed that her affinity for his special brand of affection hadn’t abated, which was fine by him. That incentive was one he would be more than happy to provide. Repeatedly.

Just as her free hand slipped beneath his vest and began unfastening the buttons holding his extremely old-fashioned shirt closed, the sound of footsteps and giggles advancing down the path forced S’Talon back to the present. They had to at least keep up the appearance of propriety while they were investigating. To be thrown out or lose the trust of the townfolk now would be disastrous.

The Riov pulled back a bit and grasped his lady’s hand, pulling her further down the path toward a small copse of trees - one that he recognized as the one butting up against the back of the courthouse.

“Where are we going?” The Commander hissed as they rushed through the trees.

“Trust me.” Within moments he’d secured the rickety wooden door behind them, and he led her carefully through the dark toward a storage closet where he’d concealed a cloaked scanning device. It had been taking constant readings, so they’d likely find some data that was useful to them.

Lighting the lantern in the corner of the room, S’Talon uncloaked the scanner and passed it to his companion.

“Do you know what you’re looking for?”

“Not precisely, but there are a couple of materials used exclusively in Klingon technology. We can always analyze your data and look for traces of those elements,” she murmured setting the scanner to search for the metals in question. “How long have you been here? You’ve collected so much data that this auto analysis will take hours.”

With a smirk, S’Talon set the scanner aside and stepped closer, drawing the Commander into his arms.

“I have a few ideas of how we can spend those hours.” The suggestive lilt in his voice was almost involuntary at this point, but it was honest. The Riov never hid his attraction to people beneath false pretenses or excuses. He respected his lovers too much to ever lie to them. Tilting her chin up, he brushed his lips teasingly against hers. “I suppose I should ask, though, given our situation: are you willing to risk your reputation by coming home with a man you’ve only just met?”

“For you, handsome? Yes. Unequivocally,” she stated in a tone that brooked no argument. She was serious. Pressing a tender kiss onto her forehead, S’Talon put the scanner in his pocket and offered her his arm to escort her to his temporary lodgings. “Besides, if we need to, we can always tell the others that we already knew each other...that we courted extensively before we came here. That should make them at least a little less judgmental.”

“Maybe they won’t be too harsh when they hear how beautiful you sound with my mouth between your legs.”

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Taglist:

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[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Thank you @greypetrel for the tag for this picrew!! :) I may have. gone A Little Bit overboard hjkfdsjfkl

look at all those blorbos

in order: June (x2), Ari, Neira, Kala, Var'Renan, Noya, Lilian, Liam, and Addie!

June gets two cos i couldn't decide lol. Liam and Lilian accidentally got the same hair. Ari's flower got put there by Cole and it Will wear it at all times.

tagging (as always without pressure of course) @a-drama-addict, @bearsizedant, @beelzebard, @elfrootsalad, @creativegoblin, @superboyconner, @exotic-inquiry, @quakingbirch, @bluecadash, @little-lightning-lavellan, @drunken-drengr, @curiouslavellan, @bigfan-fanfic, @cao-the-dreamer, @absyntthe, @daggerbean, and anyone else who wants to give it a go! :3

(also as always please dont feel restricted to da ocs! :>)

[rosenrot234]

Of course its both Sam and Liam that choose chaos with the tower of inquiry

[shyloudpanda]

I follow the Sam Riegel tag yet all I see is Liam O'Brien.

I'm not complaining, I'm just raising a inquiry about why this is. Lol

[serial-designation-f]

[Booting… Blog Introduction]

Greetings, Copper-9 social media. I am Serial Designation F, as stated beforehand. ————————————————————————————————————

Must I really? Ugh. Fine, if you insist. I use he/him. I am bisexual. Are you happy? ————————————————————————————————————

JcJenson is my parent company, and my mission is to eliminate rogue worker units. If you spot any, report them to me immediately.

//this is a silly rp/ask blog for my murder drones OC! I am not affiliated with the MD team or Liam Vickers in any way, shape, or form!//

//tags: #[accepted-inquiry] for asks, #[F speak] for every in-character post, and #[memory-logs] for any rp//