#lol it was actually your own desire to return to blue hair that prompted my desire to return

[thereluctantinquisitor]

OC-tober Day 4 - Medicine

So heads up for (the, like, five lol) people who might be familiar with Stonebreaker up to this point - there has been some adjusting/reshuffling of the characters to balance things out and help dig me out of this deep writer’s block. So… yeah, just roll with it!

In which Adiran is just relaxing in the one place he feels safe, only for that to all go out (or through) the window (1000 words).

CW for cheap, nasty alcohol.

Prompt is from @oc-growth-and-development‘s OC-tober list!

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There were very few places Adiran felt were truly his own. The palace belonged to his parents. The city to the people. The training grounds to the soldiers. The gardens were close, but there were always people passing by. Servants whispering as they walked. Gardeners clipping branches and tending to new blooms.

But Adiran’s private rooms? His bedroom, his bath, and the spacious entry for relaxing and receiving guests? Those were his.

It was an unspoken thing, mostly. A person’s private quarters was their space away from the demands of the outside world. Even his mother and father had separate entry rooms and baths, connected by a central bedchamber. As it turned out, even Kings and Queens needed a break from each other. 

Which was what made it all the stranger when he heard a frantic tapping at his window. 

On the third floor.

Frowning, hand automatically dropping to where his sword would have been, Adiran slowly made his way towards the Valcretian windows. Designed to help circulate air in the humid Rosemarsh climate, they had two large ornate panels that swing outward, latched at the centre by a gilded hook. The royal palace simply used the design because it was foreign, and therefore expensive and desirable. Despite their beauty, Adiran’s were almost always covered by a thick blue curtain, designed to block both light and prying eyes. He kept them drawn so often he could actually see a fine layer of dust gathered on the dark material. The house staff would have a fit, if they were ever permitted inside his chambers.

Three sharp taps again, more insistent this time. A muffled sound accompanied them as well; a single - rather colourful - word in a voice that was entirely too familiar.

Heart squeezing, Adiran ripped the curtain aside to find Sylda crouching on a branch of the towering Ashewood just outside his window. Let me in, asshole, she mouthed, pointing exasperatedly at the latch. Still at a loss for words, Adiran unhooked it and shoved open one of the panels. The thief, all elbows and knees, spilled into his room like a toppled pitcher. “Ugh - finally,” she said, picking herself up off the carpet and dusting the bark and leaves off her clothes. “Thought I’d have to spit on a guard just to get some attention around here.”

“I… what… how…?” Adiran just gaped as Sylda shook out her gangly limbs, snapped the curtains shut again, and proceeded with cat-like curiosity to poke around his room.

“Who, what, when?” she teased, dropping her voice in imitation of his own. Distracted, she gave a low whistle as she prodded his duvet. “Divider’s Own - I reckon your bed’s as big as my entire room!”

“What— I—” Adiran caught himself mid-stammer, partly because the look Sylda gave him made it clear she would not hold back a second time. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? How the fuck did you get in here?”

“Window.”

“That’s not what I—” Adrian cringed and lowered his voice. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

She just grinned, spun around, and flopped bodily onto his rumpled bed. “And you know that’s a secret. A trick of the trade, as they say. I can’t just go telling anyone how to sneak in here.” Sighing, she seemed to all but melt into the soft mattress. “It’d be bad for business. And for you, probably. Wouldn’t want any unsavory sorts climbing in through your window at all hours of the day.”

“Yes. That would be terrible.”

“Right?”

Judging by Sylda’s tone, the finer details of just how many people might actually know how to sneak onto palace grounds was, evidently, a matter for another day. Running an agitated hand down his face, Adiran double-checked the window before turning back to confront his latest problem. “Can you at least tell me what you’re doing here?” 

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Sitting up, legs crossed, her boots leaving dirty streaks on his covers, Sylda swung her battered satchel around until it was resting square in her lap. “Hadn’t seen you around in a while. Figured you might’ve caught something nasty last time you were out mingling with us low-folk. So…”

Before Adiran could even muster an indignant response, she pulled out a bottle of something painfully familiar. “You didn’t,” was all he said, aghast, before a wicked grin lit up her face. 

“Didn’t… what? Bring you some medicine, like the kind and thoughtful friend I am?” Her smile widened as she held the bottle aloft, swaying it enticingly. “Damn right I did. Now, you got cups in this fancy palace of yours, or are we swigging?”

Adiran was still trying to process what was happening. Taking his silence as some kind of response, Sylda shrugged and tugged the cork out with her teeth, barely managing to catch a stray droplet on her outstretched palm before it stained his sheets. 

“Wait... you... you seriously broke in here just to torture me with Palmaros Red?” Adiran had had a rough time, after his introduction to that particularly deceptive breed of swill. It was just sweet enough that you could comfortably polish off a whole bottle before the suffering kicked in. Despite his hesitation, Adiran found himself sliding onto the bed beside Sylda, doing everything in his power not to dwell on the suspicious brown streaks left by her boots. “Do you hate me or something?”

Rolling her eyes, Sylda took a long, deep pull of the wine, throat bobbing as she swallowed it with a belligerence that bordered on terrifying. Veteran though she was, even she winced at the after-burn as it went down. “Smooth as gravel,” she rasped, then turned her attention back to Adiran. “And do you really reckon I’d come all this way for someone I hate?” Before he could reply, she shoved the bottle at his chest. “Just drink up, princeling. It’s been quiet without you around to talk shit with me.”

Wrapping a hand obediently around the bottle, Adiran regarded it with pure disdain, almost wishing Sylda had just left him entirely alone. But, of course, that thought drained away when he glanced up to find her watching him fondly, lips twisted in amusement, dark brows raised expectantly, mouth tinged a tell-tale red. That strange pressure in his chest suddenly returned, almost making it hard to breathe.

What could he have possibly done, to make someone go to all this trouble just to drink utter piss with him? 

In truth, he didn’t know. He felt like he barely knew anything, these days. Not where other people were involved. But despite his own self-doubts... there she was. Sitting in the last place he ever expected to see her. A surprisingly welcome sight, even in the one place he dared to call his own.

So, with a defeated sigh, he plucked a stray leaf out of her curly hair, and took his damn medicine.

[iamnotsensical]

This Air I Can’t Breathe

@cat-clawz said: “Welcome!! If you'd like, you could do something where Jaskier isn't human and uses a glamour to hide his less human traits, but a group of highwaymen rob him and Geralt (and either take the glamour or Jaskier is forced to help out with some very nonhuman reflexes). :) Have fun!”

With this prompt we said ‘Fuck you!’ to everything I know about Jaskier’s backstory, lol. (I usually advocate for BAMF!Jask? But unforeseen circumstances have him relying a little more heavily on Geralt than usual.) I also chose to make some shit up including mythology/biology of mythical creatures, and characters I’m sure do not exist XD. (It also got a little more emotional than I planned. But here we go!) 

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“No- Hey- You bastard with selkimore guts for brains, leave that be-!” Jaskier spat at the man who was rubbing his oily greedy thumb over the pendant that always sat against Jaskier’s chest.  “Take the lute- Hey, please- Take my lute, just leave that alone-” He begged.

Geralt’s eyes widened just slightly at the offer. Filivandrel’s lute hadn’t left Jaskier’s side since the mountains, he almost couldn’t believe that Jaskier was so ready to trade it for a necklace. Though, when he came to think of it, Jaskier always wore that necklace. Geralt had just never asked why . . . 

They hadn’t been out of the city for long and it wasn’t even dark. Honestly, it was rather ballsy for this particular group of bandits to attack a witcher in broad daylight. Yet they jumped out of the trees and descended on Geralt and Jaskier with a singular intent. Their movements were languid and elegant, they moved almost like dancers. Still, Geralt and Jaskier each held their own fairly well. That is until Roach had been threatened and Jaskier grew distracted.

The bard turned his back on the woman he’d been fighting to throw a dagger at the man who’d reached for Roach’s bags. In his moment of urgency, his opponent managed to grip his wrist as it fell from the throw and use the momentum to twist it behind his back. She dragged her own dagger over one of his thighs, cutting it deeply and continuing to move her hand up. The one fluid movement gave her the position to twist Jaskier to her desire and pull the knife close against his neck. “Enough!” She yelled. In any other moment, Jaskier would have swooned over the rasping alto of her voice, but right now he found himself pissed that such a vile woman possessed such a beautiful tone. The gods always gifted the worst of people. “Put down your weapon, mutant, or I will cut your friend’s throat.”

Geralt slowed to a stop across the clearing, his eyes shooting over to where Jaskier was standing. Jaskier shook his head, a silent ‘Don’t even think about it.’ But the woman twisted his arm more harshly and Jaskier winced, persuading Geralt to toss his sword to the side.

“Godsdamnit, Geralt.” Jaskier breathed. 

The woman nodded to two other of her men and they both descended on Roach’s saddlebags. Before they could get there Geralt whistled sharply and Roach kicked the man beside her and took off into the forest. The bandits were fast, but Roach was faster. Geralt suffered a sharp blow to the cheek for it, but Roach escaped mostly untouched. 

Much to Jaskier’s dismay that turned the bandits’ to Geralt, and they were certainly not happy. Jaskier knew that Geralt could have defended himself, would have too, if Jaskier were not standing there with a knife against his throat. He tried briefly to struggle free from the woman, but at the cool drip of his own blood down his neck he stilled. “My pack-!” He said suddenly. 

The bandits slowly pulled back from Geralt, showing their damage, but giving him a break from the beating. Jaskier swallowed hard and pointed with the hand he had twisted behind his back. “My bag is behind that tree. I’d set it down for a moment.” He admitted. “You’ll find a bag of gold there, please. Take it and go.” 

The woman looked over at the same two men from before, both of whom had been taking care of their companion. The one who’d been struck by Roach. She nodded towards the tree and the two walked over to it. They found the bag and subsequently Jaskier’s lute, which he’d been hoping would go unnoticed. They pulled out the small bag of coin, it was all Jaskier had earned at the town they’d been in. She scoffed, “Can you not count? The three men and two women with your friend, the man your horse mauled, and my two partners Jei and Kei. That makes nine of us. You think one bag of coin will satisfy us? You think us too dumb to know that your witcher sent the horse away on purpose?”

Jaskier squirmed, “I think you shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answers to-” He started to bite back. He was cut off by the sound of his own whimper, the knife cutting deeper into his throat. 

“A smart ass. How fun.” The woman snapped. 

One of her two partners- Kei or Jei, Jaskier didn’t know- walked over, muttering in a language Jaskier did not recognize. The woman laughed in Jaskier’s ear and he felt her nod. “You’re right. He is wearing such pretty clothes.” She said. 

Geralt’s eyes shot up, a look of warning in his eyes, “You will not strip him.” The witcher snarled. 

The woman merely laughed as the other partner reached out and plucked the chain that rested around Jaskier’s neck. If he wasn’t already tense enough, Jaskier grew stone still as the necklace he always wore hidden behind his clothes was pulled out into the daylight. “No- Hey- You bastard with selkimore guts for brains, leave that be-!” Jaskier spat at the man who was rubbing his oily greedy thumb over the pendant that always sat against Jaskier’s chest.  “Take the lute- Hey, please- Take my lute, just leave that alone-” He begged.

Geralt’s eyes widened just slightly at the offer. Filivandrel’s lute hadn’t left Jaskier’s side since the mountains, he almost couldn’t believe that Jaskier was so ready to trade it for a necklace. Though, when he came to think of it, Jaskier always wore that necklace. Geralt had just never asked why . . . 

The necklace was plucked from Jaskier’s neck and pocketed. Almost instantly, Jaskier doubled over. The movement took the woman by surprise and she dropped him to the ground. Jaskier curled up almost pitifully and wrapped his arms around himself. Geralt instantly stood and stepped forward. With the sudden movement, the woman made a sharp yell-like noise and took off. Her group followed her.

When faced with the decision to follow them or to go to Jaskier? Well, Geralt had no choice. He dropped to his knees and looked over Jaskier carefully. He could not believe what he was seeing.

Jaskier’s hair grew darker and his skin developed a sort of bluish tint. It became almost clear and Geralt didn’t need sharp eyes to see the cold veins just below the surface. Sharp dark fingernails grew from the tips of Jaskier’s hands which were quite suddenly webbed. Spiked fins stabbed through Jaskier’s doublet, and protruded down his spine. 

Perhaps the biggest surprise was the dark black and blue tail where legs were not moments ago. 

Jaskier was shuddering and wincing against the sun, his eyes squeezed shut and expression contrite. One of his webbed hands was holding the side of his tail. The cut landed to his thigh now oozed an almost black blood, but looked dried and cracked. Actually, nearly every bit of him seemed to be cracking. 

Geralt’s eyes darted around to the ransacked bag that the bandits had left behind when they’d run. They took Jaskier’s necklace and his coin, but they were otherwise fairly unsuccessful at doing much more than causing chaos. Geralt pulled a flask of water from Jaskier’s bag and a blanket, dumping the water over the cloth and then carefully wrapping the cloth around the most of Jaskier’s tail that he could reach.

Jaskier had a tail. 

Geralt stared at his bard, expression tight and confused. “How-” He started before realizing that the necklace had to have been some kind of glamour. “When-” Surely Jaskier had to have revealed himself some times? When did he do so to keep it from Geralt? . . . Probably when Geralt was away on a hunt. They almost always made certain to have a room with a tub, Geralt had thought that Jaskier wanted to treat him after a stubborn contract, but clearly it served more than one purpose. “Why-” That was a stupid question. Why would Jaskier tell Geralt? Geralt’s entire life was devoted to killing monsters. Jaskier would have had to have been insane or suicidal to share this with Geralt. He was neither. “What-” Another stupid question. Clearly a siren. Mermaids could not breathe above water and Jaskier was breathing right now . . . not to mention the singing. Melitelle, the singing. Geralt should have figured that out sooner.

Jaskier took a labored breath, but the damp blanket was clearly helping. He tried to push himself up. He braced himself against a tree and winced as he squished his back fins. He brought trembling hands back to the gash in his tail and made a small pained noise. 

Geralt noticed the very careful way in which Jaskier’s face remained guarded, and his eyes avoided contact. “If you aren’t going to slit my throat would you mind calling Roach back? I’ve got another flask of water packed on her and- I’m feeling rather parched.” Jaskier requested. Though his tone was decidedly light, it came across as airy and strained rather than it’s regular carefree disposition. 

Geralt nodded silently and whistled again. In the distance he heard the horse turn around and start back their way. He carefully returned his attention to Jaskier and cleared his throat. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He assured him quietly. “I’m never going to hurt you, Jaskier.”

Jaskier’s eyes, somehow even bluer in his true form than when glamoured, met Geralt’s. He regarded him suspiciously. The pain, both physical and emotional, sat just beneath the surface of Jaskier’s gaze. “I’m a siren. I’ve seen you kill more than one of us.” He said skeptically.

Geralt looked solemn, but assented. “You have. But you’ve also seen me spare sirens. Just like every other creature I’ve dealt with. I only kill what will not stop hurting others . . . I don’t believe that you can hurt others. It is not your nature.” He said quietly. 

Geralt wanted to argue more, but when it came to words he was aware that no sentence he could structure would be clever enough to fight whatever arguments Jaskier’s mind was constructing. Action it would have to be. 

Roach came into the clearing and Geralt got up, walking over to the horse and pulling both his own waterskin and Jaskier’s. He returned and knelt beside the bard- the siren? The- . . .Jaskier. He knelt beside Jaskier and extended one skin while slowly pouring splashes of the others into his palm. He knew his hands were calloused, but he was careful to gently massage the water into the fins on Jaskier’s sides and back, he gently pulled each of Jaskier’s arms forward and poured some of the water on Jaskier’s hands. He gently patted it against the gills that flayed the sides of Jaskier’s neck. 

“Can you survive out of the water for long? Without that pendant?” Geralt asked.

Jaskier’s tail curled up in a slightly defensive manner. “Are you hoping the answer is no, and nature will do your job for you?” He retorted.

Geralt sighed softly, “No. I’m trying to figure out if it would be better to get you to the nearest body of water or to a mage who could make you another pendant . . . if you want, of course.” He explained.

Jaskier huffed with wise resignation he rarely showed, “I don’t have the money for that, Geralt. Why do you think I was willing to trade anything not to lose that one? They’re expensive. I wouldn’t even know where to find another.”

The witcher shook his head. “Jaskier. Can you survive out of the water without magic?”

“I- Yes. So long as I don’t dry out . . . the uh- the wet cloth was a stroke of genius. It is helping quite a bit.” He admitted quietly. 

Geralt nodded. “Good. Then we’ll find a mage.”

Jaskier’s eyes once again found Geralt’s, and Geralt once again saw that suspicion lurking. He wrapped his arms over his own chest, “Who’s going to pay for it? Those fiends took all of my money. I couldn’t earn that back in one stay, let alone the more I would need for a mage’s help.” He said curtly, clearly frustrated with Geralt.

Geralt shook his head. “I have savings. And I know a few mages who owe me.” He said evenly. “I can make it happen.” He said and carefully hooked his hand under the bend of Jaskier’s tail and behind his back. “You’ll have to hold onto Roach tightly-”

Jaskier sputtered indignantly, but gave in and held onto Geralt’s chest. “Geralt.”

“You will also have to let me know when you’re getting too dry-”

“Geralt.”

“It’s the summer months, so the sun will bake you if we aren’t careful-”

“Geralt!” Jaskier finally huffed, exasperated, even as Geralt was carefully setting him on top of Roach. “Doesn’t this seem like exactly the opportunity you were waiting for? I can’t keep up, now is the time to leave. I wouldn’t be able to follow you-” He said, voice tight and low. 

Geralt’s heart seemed to stop. “What-?” He breathed in confusion. “Why the fuck would I leave you?”

Jaskier stared at him sort of incredulously and then dropped his gaze. Despite towering over Geralt from his position on the horse, Jaskier looked . . . smaller. Definitely smaller than usual. Geralt regarded him in confusion as Jaskier cleared his throat. “You’ve made your position quite clear. We are not friends. I am only still around because I’m persistent, of all of the times you’ve up and left in the middle of nights, it only makes sense that you’d- . . . Well. Seize this situation for what it is . . . a chance to leave.” Jaskier gripped tightly onto Roach’s reins, Geralt could see that the webbing on his hands was already drying and cracking again. “I’m no longer just a nuisance. Not even just- a creature you should kill. But past all of that, a hindrance preventing you from continuing on the path, I don’t understand why you’d- . . . help me.”

Geralt stood still, his hands still holding Jaskier up on the horse. One on his hip, one where Jaskier’s knee would be. He couldn’t quite believe the words the bard was saying. Did he truly believe all of that? Geralt had thought- it was all just- banter, wasn’t it? “It seems . . . I owe you an apology, my friend. I- thought we operated with an understanding. I thought that- well, that you knew . . . my sentiments for you.” He explained quietly. 

Jaskier slowly looked up. “Sentiments?”

Geralt nodded, “I do not think of you as any of those things . . . You are my closest friend. At times my only. I- . . .” Geralt cleared his throat awkwardly. “I care a lot about you.” He admitted.

And if in that moment, Jaskier was bursting with relief and affection? He settled it all down into a small smile so as not to overwhelm his witcher. He took a slow breath and gently covered Geralt’s hand on his knee with a cold webbed hand of his own. “Oh . . . well. In that case. I suppose we should find one of those mages you spoke of . . .”

[writing-the-end]

LoL Chapter 24- Champions

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU and Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland )

Ecto belongs to @cooler-cactus-block

Not only have the hermits found out who the dark wizard is, but they’ve just won the Chimaera’s Championship. Things are finally going the right way for the hermits. 

But the celebration doesn’t last long. One more challenge lays ahead. 

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Victors, heroes, enemies. Champions. In one single moment, the hermits were all that and more. From being an illegal guild of nobodies to a team of wizards that just won the Chimaera’s championship- it’s hard to believe. Standing before the stadium, finally able to see and be enveloped in the warm lights, the entire crowd cheering for team STAR. Not the hermits, that’s not who they are here. They’re still an illegal guild. But here? They’re just a team of random wizards. A team of random wizards that just won the Chimaera’s championship. 

The only way their mood could be soured was by having to hear that bastard Dolios’s voice. Which, unfortunately, is exactly what they hear echoing all around them. Congratulating them, capitulating his pride and joy to see new faces take home the Cup, the gold, and the glory. From behind, TFC can hear Zedaph growling under his breath. “Why can’t someone shut him up?” 

“This is outrageous!” Exactly on cue, Dolios is cut off by the voice of his own Council. Idelens stands, brushing out the golden tassel of her robes so that they’re perfectly placed. She is a beacon of perfection- even the angry creases in her face are situated just so to exemplify her emotions. “Magistrate Dolios, your wise leadership has gone too far! An illegitimate group of street rats, winning the Chimaera’s Championship? They are not even a guild!”

All around Idelens, the other councilmembers voice their own displeasure- except for Apatia, who seems to be too lazy to stand. “Magistrate Dolios, you have led our kingdom into an age of prosperity and strength unlike those ever seen before.” Gadai bows as he speaks to Dolios, earning a humble smile from the bearded leader. “But it was only through your laws to organize guilds and streamline all of Lairyon’s power that this age has been ushered! This...this horde of troublemakers is the exact opposite of the prideful guilds that have spent years training and preparing for this day! A team like this has no place among the Chimaera’s Championship, much less winning! The cup, the gold, the glory should go to a real guild like mine!’

“Do you realize how hard our guilds trained?” Sidero hisses, eyes boring through the hermits. “I’m gonna-”

The entire council goes silent the second Dolios raises a hand, his red sleeve falling in a cascade of gold trim and wine fabric. Glittering eyes close, his head shaking. Brown curls of hair, tied back in a well kept ponytail, dance across the blue capelet resting on the Magistrate’s shoulders. “This is not about gold, or glory, or guilds, my dear council friends. The Chimaera’s Championship is a show or unity, of joy, of creativity for Lairyon. It is something we all love, whether it is the common farmer or richest guildmaster. Virtues this team here proudly exemplifies, a team we should be proud to call victors.” Dolios turns his gaze, which sharpens as he lays eyes on the hermits. “Though they may not be a guild, but rather a conglomeration of independent wizards working together solely for this event, they are champions nonetheless.” 

Ren and Mumbo have to cover their ears at the raucous roar that erupts from the mass of spectators around them. Cheering for Team STAR, cheering for Magistrate Dolios. His warm and charismatic smile never falters while the hermits step up to take their prize. He remains standing from his chair, above King Sor’s empty throne and above the council’s throng. 

The crowd shuffles, going quiet as heads and bodies bow. Bowing to the hermits, the champions of the games. Days of grueling competitions designed to push them to the limit and test their attributes against the best of the best. Common folk winning a game that has been dominated by only the most elite guilds for the past decade. It was a sign of respect and reverence to the gods the games were dedicated to, even their fellow non-guild teams bowing. Though Ecto was snickering the whole time. Only one person refused to lower his head at the introduction of the winners. 

Magistrate Dolios. He remained firm, not even blinking as the chalice full of gold and gems is handed off the guild. He raises his chin slightly at the mention of the gods, of the dragon spirits, the noble guardians in the sea. Grian’s skin crawls, feeling Dolios’s gaze burn into him. The charismatic glimmer in the magistrate’s eyes turns frenzied, the smooth edges of his smile become hard and cold. But all of that is gone when the crowd rises. The only remaining proof that any of it happened is the unnerving sensation left in Grian’s body. 

Cub does the next most sensible thing, knowing his fellow hermits- he portals away all the riches and the chalice back to Eremita. And he feels great, none of his magic sapped away. He feels like he could teleport all the way to Kilton right now, his excitement and freedom bubbling inside him. 

The hermits scrabble back to their inn as quickly as possible. Funny enough, as soon as they're out on the streets, out among the crowd of spectators, no one seems to notice they’re walking besides Chimaera Champions. Is it that they don’t look like a team, or they don’t act like a winning guild would? Maybe it’s that, among the busy streets, no one’s going to notice one or two hermits traveling just a few paces behind the next bead of the string. The only stranger to congratulate them was the tavernkeeper, ordering rounds on the house of their best ale- whatever taste that would be. 

TFC feels a weight press around his body, cold metal against his back and his entire weight lifted off the ground. TFC isn’t a heavy man, but he’s got the bones of any good miner. However, Jason in his cyborg form could easily pick him up, hugging him with one arm while grinding a human fist into Zed’s hair. “Congratulations, hermits! You really gave us a run for our money. But don’t be expecting us to go easy on you next time, twerps!” 

He lets go of the two he’s captured, inviting the whole group to sit with him. Grian bounces into the seat beside the automaton man. “Where’s the rest of your team? Did you guys get out alright in the labyrinth?”

Jason waves off his worries. “We were crushing it until we got to this real nasty chimaera. Should’ve known they’d be there, it’s literally in the name! The rest of those idiots are upstairs packing.” 

“Invite them down!” Iskall laughs, grabbing hold of the tankard placed and taking a large swig. Curiously, the ale is actually quite good, the mead having a fruity flavor and even the froth light and almost marshmellowy. 

“Get the wanderers too, they should get in on this celebration!” Joe adds, prompting Mumbo to be the soul to find them all. 

“The wanderers left already.” Jason has already finished his first round, and is going in for another. 

“Were they that disappointed in losing?” Xisuma questions, pulling his chair to face backwards and crowd in the ever growing table. 

“No, they were quite happy when you guys won. But they left suddenly, following after some guy with long white hair in a ponytail.” X nearly chokes on his drink, but Jason continues. “As soon as they left, we did get this lovely letter from the Council.” 

“Oh, great. Official hate mail.” Cleo sneers. She’s the first to pick up the paper, reading over it’s contents. “Ugh, it’s nothing even interesting. Just reminding all three teams that we are to disband immediately. We aren’t legal guilds, in case any of you didn’t remember.” 

“How could we forget?” Doc sneers. 

“We should leave sooner rather than later.” TFC hums, picking up the paper and reading across the elegant handwriting. All seven council members signed it. “Just in case the arcane guard decides to remind us again.” 

Xisuma recovers from his near death experience with his beer, eyes watering but otherwise back to his normal calm personality. “I have to agree with our guildmaster. We should get out of Milliara as soon as possible. I don’t think I want to be near here when the magistrate discovers our...intrusion.” 

“What about telling the king?” Impulse tips his head to the side, nearly catching it on fire with how close team ZIT is sitting. All three are still holding onto the mark of their dead guild, despite the joy of winning. Some scars never fade. Across the table, Jason just drinks away his confusion. 

“We can easily send a message from the Ashioll sea to the king. At least on Eremita we’re safer, it’s harder to reach us, but we can still message the king. Phoebe’s a good bird.” Grian still feels unnerved about how Dolios stared at him. 

The team shares one more drink, this time with all of the members of Team Crafted, before waving them off. It’s their turn to pack. Days of clothes strewn across beds, floors, and furniture. Gathering supplies, from hair brushes to gemstones, even Tango’s hair gel to keep the flames for locks from burning his pillow. 

They know they’re ready to leave when Scar tumbles down the stairs, his medals clattering against one another like a bell. His monstrosity of packing left much to be desired, but the hermits always knew they had everyone when Scar arrived- he was always last. With everyone gathered, they can finally leave Milliara. 

Coming to the city, they only hoped to leave with information on who attacked them. They didn’t expect to win any of the events- the Championship was simply a guise. But now, walking through the canal lined streets on their way home, they would return as champions. People pointed towards them, smiling and even cheering at the sight of Team STAR. Would they cheer if they knew they were an illegal guild? 

Passing through the nobility district, unfortunately in between them and the western gate, a crowd has already gathered in a wide plaza. At the sight of the arcane guard, the Council’s personal military, the muscles in every hermit tightens. They were warned to disband- this must be the legion here to make sure they do so. 

The throngs of people part, revealing the one person no hermit wanted to see. “Ah, I’m so thankful I was able to catch our victors before you returned to the countryside.” 

Magistrate Dolios stood before a large, ornate fountain. Gilded statues of various species and wizards, water casting up and down steps and terraces in the crescent shaped cascade. The water captures the torchlight of the evening air, dancing across Dolios. Shadows cast across his body, illuminating him from behind and hiding most of his features. The only defined part of him is the golden, sun shaped clasp holding his cape, light bouncing off the lustrous material. Among the group, a short scuffle breaks out. Tango and Zedaph are barely able to hold Impulse back, to keep him from blowing the magistrate off the face of this kingdom. The whole plaza was watching. 

“Hello, Magistrate. For what do we owe the...honor?” TFC steps up, putting himself between the dark mage before him and the team behind him. That magnetic smile never wavers, Dolios’s eyes sweeping across the cityfolk around them. 

“I came to congratulate you all personally. And to invite you all to capitol hall for a feast in your honor. It’s not every day that a non-guild team wins the Chimaera’s Championship. You are exactly the reason why I opened the games to teams, and you proved me right in doing so.” Dolios waves his hand. “Please, join me for a feast, champions.” 

The magistrate’s eyes flick to the side, quickly running across the faces of the people around the hermits. TFC follows his gaze, at the hundreds of people standing around them. Waiting for their answer. He can hear them whispering, the honor to be invited to dine with the leader of Lairyon. The hermit guildmaster can feel the pressure to agree. Turning down such a proposal would be like turning down a gift from the gods. 

A flash of metal catches TFC’s eyes, as does the fearful faces of the hermits. The arcane guard, initially holding back the watching crowd, has moved in on his guild. While the swords of the guards remain sheathed, he can clearly see the sharp, shear edges of hidden knives held at the backs of each hermit. The carrot and the stick, laid out clearly before TFC. He has no choice. “We are so grateful for such an offer, I simply can’t refuse.” 

The delighted smile on Dolios’s face does not mask the hungry gleam in his eyes, and the magistrate walks away from the fountain. TFC can clearly see his face now, the smooth brown hair of his beard and well tamed curls of his ponytail. “Let us feast, in honor of the gods, the ancient ones, and the good people of Lairyon that have made this kingdom wonderful.” 

Guards close around the guild, moving between the townsfolk at hermits like they’re trying to protect them. But every hermit can feel the cold, sharp metal against their backs. They’d be safer in a pit of afanc than here among the arcane guard. They have no choice but to follow Dolios, away from prying eyes. They travel up the steps of the capitol hall, the ornate doors of the building swallowing them whole and closing it’s lips with a heavy wooden slam of the doors. 

Dolios turns around, his hand appearing from beneath the wide cuffs of his robes. The marble pillars catch and illuminate the light of Dolios’s spell. Sandy dust falls across the hermits, sparkling in the torchlight. Wels and BDubs are out like a light in a minute, but others fight off the sensation of sleep. Dolios’s calm voice does little to slow the magic. “You thought you were clever, huh? You thought you found all my secrets? Well, I have one last challenge for our champions. Sleep well, you’ll need it for your final challenge.”

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Darling Fallon    Sep 3, 2013

Sensational (sin-sational!). i write on behalf of myself (S) and my lover (m). we have been ripped off by bulk-produced molded hoods before and i can only say HAND CUT LATEX ONLY never look back!! worth the money and will eventually pay for itself. neck fit like loving glove and adds dynamic intensifier to breathplay. Lovely proprietor replied prompt when “m” had questions re: breathability (she added extra breathing hole at no extra cost). class acts all around (and not just in our dungeon!) will return for more but “m” needs a break first if u get the drift lol1!! thanks to lady j!

Purchased item: DeMarco FetishWear – Latex Chrysalis Hood (translucent…

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  myMister   Aug 24, 2013

this one writes on behalf and with permission of MISTER. this one quaked with bliss when package arrived. truly awful to behold in the wise hands of MISTER. this one’s neck is small and delicate For His Pleasure and all item adjustments were made to order and did not affect shipping time. if this one could be so efficient For His Pleasure this one would be in heaven on earth. instead, this one is less than a hole. item truly enhanced <O sensation. without a doubt will be used over and over in this household for due punishments of this very worthless one. discrete pgk’ing. thanks to designer J for deepening this one’s service to MISTER.

(NOTE FROM MISTER – WILL PROPRIETER PLEASE PRIVATELY EMAIL TO DISCLOSE IF YOU ARE MALE/FEMALE/OTHER SO “myMister” (this one) WILL BE ABLE TO PROPERLY ADDRESS YOU IN ACCORDANCE WITH ITS FORMAL ROLE)

Purchased item: DeMarco FetishWear – Throttle Collar w/ attached Gas…

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  JulieJuice   August 3, 2013

LOL rip-off!!! cant believe all u ppl sucking this guys dick. says everywhere in product descript. (and you guys reviews!!) that custom sizing is no additl. cost but mine cost more!! only small alteration to titty holes cause of my cleave situation. bullshit. not buying from him again.

Response from J

Hi again Julie. If you check our many enlightening inbox conversations from 7/5-7/16 you will be reminded the additional cost was due to your request of more ring hinge insertions as the standard amount in pattern block “was not bling enough”. Cleavage was irrelevant. Sizing related alterations are always no added cost. Custom alterations requiring additional materials/effort and adjusted pricing will always be discussed and approved on client end before any exchange of payment.

Purchased item: DeMarco FetishWear – Hexagon Restrictor Harness…

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  HannahCakes!    Jun 1, 2013

Hey Whats Up I’m Caleb (obviously don’t have an etsy) and using my lady’s account. She got the catsuit for my birthday and she looked so sexy like J-Lo or someone. Didn’t want her doin the latex stuff because I thought shed have to shave off all her pubes and personally i like that kind of thing a lot but no harm done. Anyway she was super sexy and the suit thing looked good and stayed together even when we started rockin. To other full bush guys out there if youre girl wants to wear the latex stuff SHE CAN KEEP HER BUSH she just has to use lube to oil up the bush that she has.

Purchased item: DeMarco FetishWear – Domina Catsuit w/ Pussycat Zipper (red…

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  HannahCakes!   3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Caleb Review

Hi J,

Saw my boyfriend’s 6/1 review and I was like uh ohhh. I asked him to leave one because he went gaga over the catsuit, but I wasn’t expecting all the bush stuff. If you don’t want to be associated with that and want to delete, that’s ok on my end. A little embarrassing! – Hannah!

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Hannah. Please don’t worry about it, any positive review is welcome. His feedback has apparently hit a chord with some specific hesitations and concerns buyers have been experiencing but not confiding with me, so I plan on keeping it up for the time being. Enjoy your garment.

  JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Moo-cow snout muzzle thing – (idea i had)

Hi. Is this idea good

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend   Ignore

Hi Joey. Are you interested in a custom cow muzzle/mask, like the pup play masks on my page or are you just brainstorming for personal reasons?

Reply from JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

idk it’s just an idea i had

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

It’s a cool idea

Reply from JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Thanks man i thought so 2

1234Brett10093456    3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

I REMEMBER YOU FROM RAWHIDE

JULES yes I know who you are and I know your name are you scared yet?? I remember when you used to hang with Roscoe out at Rawhide because Roscoe pretended to hire you because he secretly wanted to fuck and suck you till you cried and I saw all that. I have brown flippy hair, blue eyes and am tall/cut versatile but lean TOP. I know you faked being gay. You heard of bi-now-gay-later but have you heard of gay-then-straight-betrayer (you)? That is fucked up that you still sell stuff but pretend to be a gay guy because that makes your stuff sell better because the gay guys want to fuck you. I know you are faking because my muscle bud Tomas (latino) saw you making out with a ginger chick at the wet bar in Entrance last week. He said it was probably a joke but I know it wasn’t because he said he saw tongue. I wont let you be a breeder without a fight. I am willing to tell EVERYBODY YOURE SECRET. But I wont if you prove to me YOU CAN STILL BE GAY. Im attaching a pic of my cock so you know im not lying and can follow through. I will only believe YOU ARE GAY if we can see each other face/face (i can host only on fri- I have two roommates) and our cocks have to touch and you have to stay hard for at least five minutes while I suck and jack your cock and tongue your balls (shave or dont i will leave that up to you). condoms ok but if you want to be a breeder so bad maybe I will just breed your ass but if youre actually a gay guy you’ll like it and cum thick ropes as I fuck your dirty little slut hole and youll tell me youre a hole while I fuck it with the shiny precum head of my cut fucking cock (7inches erect). you will smell my hole and BECOME GAY again IT WILL HAPPEN  - Brett Costino

  TheSteelyDanMan   2 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Latex & Breastfeeding Concerns

Good morning, J I hope you are well. Returning customer, here. My kajira/wife and I are splinter Gor lifestylers (NOT KAOTIANS) [link] but are currently isolated due to our deviation from standard kajira beautification ideals and the arrival of our first child (girl - Gemma) two months ago. My wife’s submission has usually been expressed fashion-wise in various strict latex outfits, a few of which you have kindly provided us over the past couple of years. Naturally, the arrival of a mini-me results in some changes! My wife, insecure after birth, wants to return to strict full-coverage latex, but this desire is at odds with her physical situation of actively nursing Gemma and we both have worries. Does the constriction of latex effect or otherwise harm milk production, or could secondhand latex exposure harm our baby? I imagine you have catered to many lifestyle situations where this might be relevant so I thought I would ask. Thanks very much. LEO

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    2 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Leo. While I have catered to many lifestyles, I’m afraid I must exercise discretion in this situation, as it would be on par with giving medical advice. I will say any allergy is a possibility and one should exercise undue care with a very young infant, not just in matters of latex. I highly encourage you and your wife to discuss this with her doctor as frankly as possible. In the long run it might be worth reevaluating aspects of your wife’s submission and temporarily making do with latex pieces that do not restrict the breasts, while nursing is a part of her daily reality (I’m sure I don’t have to tell you examples are available on my page). Best of luck and congratulations on the new addition to your family.

  NoraBarnacle    2 months ago   Friend   Ignore

A sincere offer…

Several months ago, I bought a pair of latex gauntlet gloves from your shop. Since then, astonishing changes have come over me. I used to be high-powered, highly controlled, a formidable woman (natural ash blond, green eyes, 45”-40”-44”) I was determined to keep these feelings to myself, but I can no longer resist, as I wholeheartedly believe your Dominating spirit, imbued in the gauntlets, is leading me forcefully but masterfully into your care. If it pleases you, know I have not touched my aching slit for one month total as I am uncertain whether you desire me to feel pleasure that is not approved by you. There are no images of you on your site, but I have drawn an accurate picture of you in my mind and I know you are the Man that I never knew I was waiting for, the Man who will lead me, the Man who will hold my neck and strike my forehead to his knee in his insistence that I allow myself to be led. When I wear the gauntlets, they are your own gallant hands restricting my weak bones. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I do not desire to resist. Please message back so I can properly present my acquiescence, body and soul, unto you. I squat disgracefully on my plump thighs, full of whorish tremor that makes me unworthy, but still I desire. I will service your home with my ardent hands and service your thick and striving cock with my wet tongue. Respond to this small soul. I submit to your gallant wisdom – A Secret Admirer

  RicoMetals   1 month ago   Friend   Ignore

Redhead Modle in Pic for Serve Her Serrated Corselette

Hey man-to-man who is she. I love redheads. Does she modle for other people/would she modle for my pieces? there’s no head in the pick – what’s her nose situation? we could all do collab and I think it would be hot. Let me kno - RICO

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    1 month ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Rico. I have not blocked you (yet) because said model wanted me to reply to you first and inform you, she’s already an established performer in her own right and does not want to model for a guy who “thinks I need some sissy seamstress to pimp me out to shitty welders online”. As I only have basic welding experience, I can offer no further comment or defense on your behalf.

  DerryBerry454   1 month ago   Friend   Ignore

Inquiry re: standard leather sleep-sack dimensions

Hello Miss J, quick question:

I will buy this item no hesitation no delay if you tell me right now about your vagina. Questions I prioritize:

1.     Color labia (outer)

2.     Color labia (inner – aroused)

3.     Clit length in centimeters or whatever measurement is most flattering to you

4.     Range of clit engorgement

5.     Depth of vaginal canal (I will allow ballpark figure as I know not everyone has graded speculums lying around)

6.     Percentage of clit orgasms v. vaginal orgasms – bonus points if you describe uterine orgasm, if that is your experience (no pressure to answer last part, as I understand it is not necessarily vagina-adjacent)

7.     Are you hairy? What color?

8.     When you wash your vagina do you douche or do you use fingers to rub through labia folds and that is it?

9.     Color of menstrual blood

10.  If you wear panties, do you find the crotch of your panties degrades due to PH of your vaginal discharge? (give me the qualities and I will calculate this for you)

While a picture of your vagina is welcome (and will only be for my private use) I really do like gathering these stats (I’m kind of a nerd) and would appreciate as much openness on your behalf as possible and you will benefit too because I’ll give you money for your lovely product. Talk to you soon! 😊

  B O A R D

[RUBBERVALLEY FIENDS THREAD 3/3 2006-PRESENT] TOPICS: 850 POSTS: 10,356

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Hey people, we’ve reached the end of the summer and you know what that means – Ivan himself of the halls of Rubber Valley presents inaugural post of their annual sweeps week filming extravaganza – first photoset already up and we’ve got the goddamn brilliant LYDIA SUCKS sons! The greatest bitch on the face of the planet almost psyched us out but she’s here she’s low and she’s ready to blow. Vid upload will probably take till tomorrow to render but we’ve got some great pic galleries already. Ivan really spoiling us pigs lmfao. Seeing lots of setup and dress-up and behind scenes stuff for yall candid pervs. We’ve got full body latex and face coverage hoods and I see a breathing tube and the barn inversion setup. Possible inverted ceiling fuck? The boys can dream. Links to download pics results in PERMABAN – only official links to Rubber Valley site allowed, don’t know how often I have to say it. You want to pass ripped screenshots you do that through email *casts pearls before swine*

GOBgobGOB: no pic of lyds upside down yet ☹

LordJim: Not interested until I see Ivan haul out the FuckRacers from two years ago – wonder why he doesn’t bring those around more often? Great view stats on current vids and who doesn’t like a fat ass getting auto-fucked while she steers the go-cart supine?

SUCKPUNTER: lmfao all views are you bro

GOBgobGOB: D I R E C T H I T

SUCKPUNTER: hey lordjim where’d you learn the word supine

LordJim: Yeah “laugh out loud” very funny guys.

SUCKPUNTER: did you learn it at college

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Lydia looks gr8 folks. Queen pristine and ready to cream. SUCKPUNTER – chill out because I’ve got my eye on you. Don’t take the bait Jim. You’re like thirty.

SUCKPUNTER: at least I don’t get off on bitches doing the pinewood derby

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: LYDIA!

GOBgobGOB: LYDIA!!!

McLovin: LYDIA LYDIA LYDIA

TheWorldofMartinAmis: Goddess. Wish she’d get her boobs done though.

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: same! I’ve been waiting for years for her to get into xtreme body mod. Right up her alley. If she’s at EXXXOTICA EXPO next year I’m going to try to get her meet and greet and ask. I know tattoo guys who’d pay HER to give her first tat.

McLovin: Lydia wouldn’t go. She’s like indie transgressive.

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): nice to see you again lockSTOCK. I see your POV but Lydia has several interviews where she says most of her viewers see her bod as a clean palate in the art of pain – as in, wounds have to go away in order for us to appreciate a fresh ruining ; ) tats and huge implants are a little tougher to work around. Anyway in my mind you can fix bad tits but you can’t fix bad attitude

ThatOneFootGuy: id suck her feet

McLovin: woah fuck 4th latex pic in dressing series with her mouth open and her eyes shut – who the lube guy with his arm right down her front?

SUCKPUNTER: lol hand clear to her pussy and hes not even hard faggot

McLovin: scope the ginger amazon in the background with camera – new girl? Don’t recognize. Didn’t know Ivan was bringing new people around this year’s sweeps.

LordJim: I wondered too when I saw. I’m sure DungeonMaster mod understands if I copy/paste following from Ivan (no pics, text w/actress info):

Newcomers are always welcome in RUBBER VALLEY (especially if they’re lovely, and especially if they’re ladies!) and this old goat is pleased to welcome DOMME LUX, our friendly neighbor down south in that little town called Chicago. Mysterious as she is alluring, you’ll see her shining light sampling tidbits of delight off our Valley Girls throughout the uploads this month (or even taking a crack at a couple!) We’re just getting to know her, but I have a feeling she’s a generous gal at heart as she kindly offered us the services of her Personal Valet, Jules DeMarco, who himself spoiled us all year with devious latex devices for our steadfast daring dollies after the unfortunate 2012 passing of our beloved torture designer Merrick Marvel (memoriam post 03/04/2012). Check out Jules’s Half-Bag Breast Mummifier in scheduled post 7/22 (Heather Bunny in the inverted Wench Wrench) the diabolical Arachnae-Hood (Lacey Jane, spinning in our trusty Landscape(her) Rolling Pin 7/16) and the Double-Fuck Full Body Boa Binder with eerie inflatable bubble hood (Lydia Sucks, finale post 7/31, don’t miss it, SUBSCRIBE). I must confess, we took advantage - the poor fella ran himself ragged helping us with film prep all week. So as an apology we let him get up close and personal with Rubber Valley’s reigning heroine LYDIA SUCKS fitting her in a custom four-limb black latex catsuit with half-face hood, made especially for her brave beautiful bod. He takes a good long time greasing her up before Ivan and Barry get her hoisted and joisted and in her best bitch-bat position among the rafters of the exalted Rubber Valley barn, where we leave her to squirm in terror! (but let’s get real – what scares Lydia? We’re wracking our brains!) Uh-oh, is Domme Lux looking jealous in the background? Is she plotting a little comeuppance for our Lovely Lady Lydia? Only one way to find out – SUBSCRIBE!

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Np lordjim, if you hadn’t posted I was going to. Looks like we’ve got fresh meat in the valley.

TheWorldofMartinAmis: very pretty girl, but always bummed when a new one turns out to be top. Call me old fashioned, I come to the Valley for slaves.

SUCKPUNTER: firecrotch

GOBgobGOB: brb too busy crankin it. milky gingerbread titties come to daddy

McLovin: @TheWorldofMartinAmis, Ivan always has at least one femdom around. Room for everybody in the valley

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: holy shit I know that guy.

SUCKPUNTER: lmfao faggots know faggots

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: no for real. His real name is Jules Marinelli. I worked with him one summer lifeguarding beaches for the park’s district. Our boss found his website where he sells his sex stuff, and it was this whole big thing. Found the kink club Entrance through that (check it out if you’re in my hood ever – huge, clean, not too much gay shit, great ladies of all stripes hanging around, but limits on drinking if you’re trying to access certain levels). He’s bi. He’s either secretly Domme Lux’s slave or Domme Lux is his slave and it’s mega on the DL because it’d hurt her career if it got out she could ‘verse. There’s all this gossip.

SUCKPUNTER: bi guys r fags

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): SUCKPUNTER – that’s strike one. lockstock – not deleting your post because from what I can see JDM doesn’t/isn’t acting in explicit scenes, but let’s cool it with doxxing info. Looks like he’s had an experience with that before, and as a small business owner myself, I know how it can suck. We aren’t gossiping high school girls. Settle back and enjoy what Ivan gives us.

GOBgobGOB: *sees dudes in the chat and stops jacking off*

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: NP mod, feel free to delete it later before it causes problems.

TheWorldofMartinAmis: going back to previous discussion – don’t think a breast job automatically constitutes body modification

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): think about it martinamis, it’s a slippery slope – you want to see some swollen battered fish get destroyed, or a fresh natural girl get destroyed?

SUCKPUNTER: i am not a faggot and a whore’s a whore and im here to see whores fucking destroyed

GOBgobGOB: *tony soprano voice* she was a HOOOOER

SUCKPUNTER: fag or cunt all whores get fucked

LordJim: Mod, step up. This isn’t going to get better. With all due respect

SUCKPUNTER: fag or cunt ALL WHORES GET FUCKED

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): yeah, already done. That should be the last of him. Don’t know why I expected that situation to turn out differently.

  FROM: lydias-verified@terrorproductions.com

TO: JulesDM86@gmail.com

Subject: Debrief – valley week

Jules,

As discussed, attached is current info for my old webmaster service from when I had to run my own fansite. Decent price and decent vendor system. Can only be an improvement on what you have now. That is not an insult, but I know it sounds like one. Stay with me.

[link] [link] [link]

And above, the top three most trafficked boards I’ve found following my own career and the rubber valley gang. We’ve caused quite a stir already and its only July 15th. I wouldn’t count on this causing an uptick in your business, but I think you know that. The standard gentleman at home spending twenty bucks a month for guaranteed links to a woman being fucked inside out while wearing a sensory deprivation hood simply doesn’t translate him to spending 100-200 dollars, contacting a seller, taking measurements, and going through the effort to order he and his special girly the hood itself. But I know you believe you’ve chosen your life the same way I believe I’ve chosen my life and won’t whine. I will say, if your ego is bruised, that your clothes are wonderful. They feel maybe half like death. I’ll wear them again and again.

On a funnier note: I have accounts myself on all the above message boards and post semi-regularly. It might amuse you to do the same thing, but you need to be careful regarding your identity. Feedback from viewers is never relevant, but it needs to be pure (don’t ask me why – my brains are fucked out). I won’t tell you who I am, and you won’t tell me who you are. Maybe we’ll find each other.

I wouldn’t tell your Cathy, since some sensitive (if inaccurate) information is flying around. Your instinct towards privacy, while cute and old fashioned, is an apt instinct. Looks like the good people of Chicago can’t keep their fucking mouths shut. Will you be able to find a straight job if your work now goes up like a dead dog’s gut? Don’t despair. Your nice long cock dropped so well down my throat while your Cathy beat my clit with the edge of your belt (nice touch – whose idea was that?) so while you might not get another chance to perch in a lifeguard’s throne, you might very well have a future in film. You’re vigorous, discrete, disciplined, clean, and a cutie-pie. Have your Cathy make some films of you alone or you two together. It’ll excite her, so you have no choice but to be excited yourself. You’re excited reading this. You believe you chose this.

Anyway – Cathy! Don’t be insulted on her behalf. I loved playing with you both. She’s kind and a lot of fun, which are virtues I still let myself appreciate in others. Let her know I appreciate how she let me use you. She’s a good girl and has a good future in store, especially with her personal valet running her life. Pick her outfits, pick her makeup, pick her clients, pick her laundry soap – is it already like that? I want to be buried alive, but you want to be buried in chores. Please dream big, Jules.

Rubber valley is where I have the most fun out of all the shoots I have in a year, but I really was lucky that you two showed up. Poor old Merrick Marvel (not even that old – colon cancer). But out with him and in with you. I enjoyed our river talk and I felt very safe in the car with you at the wheel, though I know I tormented you a little (but I’m pretty sure Cathy helped you out later with that – will you write back to me what she did to you, and if she let you come?) At one point you were with Ivan in the garage, and I tried to have a little talk with her about oblivion, but she either understood my point and got scared, or simply didn’t understand. It’s unfortunate, kind of soul-sucking, how our dominant “loved ones” transform into necessary evils. Adjust the tube. Grasp the handle. Move the thigh. Use the vocal cord to form the order. But what do they know? I never knew how to explain.

I’ve attached some personal pictures of me. I like knowing that you have them. I won’t contact you again except under strict business purposes, so let me sum up. Serve Cathy well. Don’t let her get bullied. Flourish creatively. Keep that belt. Fuck as often as your body commands you to fuck (if I suspect that sometimes your body is Cathy’s body by proxy, then this number will double, perhaps triple, but the choice is out of your hands because she owns your cock). You have a lot of growing up to do. Don’t despair. More to come.

We won’t see each other soon, but we’ll see each other again. Ciao! 

I expect improvements.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

Lydia S

[gryffindorcls]

Meant To Be:  Chapter 5 (Comfort)

IT’S DAY FIVE OF LOVESQUARE FLUFF WEEK 2020!!!

(Lol..it’s not, but we can pretend it is.) Thank you @lovesquarefluffweek​ for organizing this event!

Welcome back!  Today’s prompt is “Comfort”.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 5: Comfort

Chat Noir didn’t look up when Ladybug swung off into the night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, so he kept his eyes glued to the piano. Every cell in his body was frozen in place.

Even though it hadn’t been a patrol night, Chat knew his lady would find him in the park. He knew that she would come to him. He knew that she would want to be with him.

Since Stoneheart’s defeat, he could sense the connection that pulsed between their souls, tying their fates together. Sometimes, it was almost as if they could read each other’s minds. He loved that about their relationship.

However, despite the connection he had with his partner, today made him realize that his lady had never actually possessed his whole heart. She only had a piece of it, and the other half of it belonged to another girl. He was now one hundred percent sure that he was hopelessly in love with both Ladybug and Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and he had no idea what to do.

When he transformed earlier that night, he thought that playing the piano for Ladybug again would bring him closure. He thought that he would finally know who his heart wanted, but he now had more questions than ever before.

Why did thinking about Ladybug and Marinette suddenly make his brain hurt?

Why did spending time with both girls feel the same?

And why were their eyes so blue?

He closed the lid on the piano and leaned back. Home was the last place that he wanted to be, but he knew that he needed to sleep. He had a photoshoot in the morning, and his make-up artist was getting tired of covering up the rings that were always under his eyes.

After several more minutes of pensive silence, Chat finally mustered the energy to get up and leave. With a heavy sigh, he unsheathed his baton and launched himself onto a rooftop across the street from the park.

Even though he was on the building next door, he did his best to avoid looking at the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery; however, the faint sound of sniffling made him involuntarily turn his attention to the balcony that led to Marinette’s room. When his eyes landed on a small, huddled form that sat alone in the darkness, he began to panic.

A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind. “Marinette is crying. She could get Akumatized. I have to go to her.”

Without hesitation, he leaped onto the adjacent rooftop and wrapped his arms around the sobbing girl. “Shhh, it’s okay, Marinette. I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you. You can cry. No butterflies will visit you tonight. I promise.”

He heard her whimper his name between sobs before collapsing into his embrace. As she continued to cry, he simply held her and stroked her hair.

When the tears finally began to subside, he could feel her breathing begin to slow. Chat gradually loosened his grip until he locked eyes with Marinette. Her unshed tears glistened in the pale moonlight like diamonds at the bottom of the ocean. His heart melted upon seeing the anguish in her expression.

“Chat Noir?” she whispered, breaking the silence that had fallen between them.

He gently touched her cheek. “Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Princess.”

She gasped. “You called me ‘Princess’.”

“I guess I did,” he chuckled nervously.

“That’s right! You called me ‘Princess’ before my date with Evilustrator. That’s why it sounded so familiar.”

“Oh?”

“A boy called me ‘Princess’ earlier today, and…” Her voice trailed off as a fresh set of tears began to streak down her cheeks.

Doing his best to ignore the pit that had formed in his stomach, Chat carefully wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “And did this boy...umm...hurt your feelings?”

“No, of course not. He’s incredible. He...we...I...I’m so confused! You just remind me of him, or maybe he reminds me of you. I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!” She buried her face in her hands and once again began to cry.

He pulled her back into his arms and rocked her back and forth. “What can I do? Please tell me how I can help you.”

“Stay,” she croaked between sobs.

Chat tightened his hold. “I’m still right here. I’m not going to leave you.”

“I know.”

The crying lasted longer than before. His heart cracked each time he felt her shake in his arms. Knowing that he was the source of her pain made him want to detransform and profess his love, and if it hadn’t been for the image of Ladybug that popped into his brain, he would have. The confusion in his own heart had stopped him from making Marinette feel better, and that made him angry. However, all thoughts regarding his own emotions melted away when the girl in his arms shifted.

“Thank you for staying with me.” She rested her head against his chest.

He nuzzled his cheek on the crown of her head. “You keep saying ‘thank you’. There’s no need to thank me.”

“One should always take the time to thank the valiant knight who comes to her aid.”

“But it’s my duty to help the princess when she’s in trouble.”

“I’m not royalty.”

“You could be.”

She gasped. “I...you...have you said that to me before? A lot has happened today, and everything is starting to blend together. I can’t think straight.”

“If I had, would that be so bad?” The desire to detransform surged again.

Marinette shook her head and touched his cheek. “No, it would actually make everything a lot easier.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, Chat.”

“You are always welcome to tell me what’s on your mind. I won’t judge.”

“No, I’m not worried about that, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

She slid out of his arms and pulled her knees close to her chest. “Have you ever been in love with two people at the same time?”

“Yes.” Chat got onto his feet and walked to the edge of the balcony. “I just wish that my heart would tell me what to do.”

She moved next to him. “It’s kind of hard when you’re living in two different love stories at the same time. If only it was like the movies. You know, the ones where two separate plotlines turn out to be the same one in the end?”

“That’d be convenient.”

“Yeah, but that kind of stuff doesn’t happen in real life. I’m starting to learn that ‘happily ever afters’ are just for fairytales.”

“But what if we actually were living in a fairytale?”

“Doubtful. I’m not wearing a big, fluffy dress.”

He laughed. “Hold on. You’re telling me that the only reason you know you’re not in a fairytale is because you’re not wearing a dress right now?”

Marinette scoffed. “Excuse me, but I would one hundred percent be wearing a ballgown if this was in a fairytale. I’m an aspiring fashion designer. Do you really think I’d pass up the chance to get dressed up?”

“And you’re sure that a dress is the only thing that’s missing?”

“Well, I already have a knight and a prince, and both of you keep calling me ‘Princess’. Also, you’re living proof that magic exists in this world, so yeah, I’m just missing the dress.”

“So this boy you were talking to today...is he the prince?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re upset because you love him and someone else?”

“Yeah.”

Chat’s heart pounded against his chest. “And how do you know that you’re in love with this prince of yours?”

She smiled. “I hated him when I first met him. I thought he was spoiled, but I was wrong. He’s actually one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.”

“What did he do to change your mind?”

“He gave me an umbrella.”

He closed his eyes and allowed his thoughts to return to the front steps of the school on the rainy afternoon where he’d asked Marinette to give him a second chance. “She’s loved me since the beginning.”

“And what about the second person you’re in love with?” he asked, afraid to hear her answer.

She leaned against the railing. “What about him?”

“When did you fall in love with him?”

“When he played me a song that he wrote.”

One name echoed against the walls of his mind. “Luka.”

Chat took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “So, how long have you been in love with the other boy?”

She bit her lip. “I would like to say that it’s a recent development, but I think I’ve been in love with him since I met him. I just didn’t want to admit it because I was head over heels for the prince.”

“Does that mean that you stopped loving the prince for a while?”

“No, my love for him will never go away. When he started dating someone else, I worked hard to ignore my feelings for him, but today I found out that he broke up with his girlfriend. Because I started recognizing my feelings for the other boy, I didn’t think that knowing that bit of information about the prince would make my crush on him come back.”

“But it did?”

“Big-time, and I think he was flirting with me. I’m not sure, but I had the best day with him. When I was with the prince, I almost forgot about the other boy.”

“What made you remember him?”

“It turns out that the prince and the other boy are freakishly alike, but then again, that might just be my mind playing tricks on me. I’ve only gotten two hours of sleep in the past forty-eight hours, and my brain is not functioning properly.”

“Wait...what? Why are you still awake?”

“My mind feels restless. Confused, but restless.”

“You should be sleeping.”

“Are you the mom friend now?”

He crossed his arms. “I’m serious.”

“You can’t make me.” She stuck out her tongue.

Chat snaked his arm around her waist, placed his other arm behind her knees, and swept her off her feet. “Watch me.”

Marinette giggled and secured herself by wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. “Fine. Now that you have me, what’s your plan, kitty-cat?”

“Well, if the princess refuses to go to bed, then her knight will just have to take her there himself. Then, once you are there, I will bid you goodnight so you can sleep for ten hours.”

“As wonderful as that sounds, there’s something I don’t like about your plan.”

“And what might that be?”

She craned her neck so her mouth was next to his ear. “I don’t want you to leave.”

He swallowed. “I think that’s just the exhaustion talking, Marinette.

“It might be, but I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“What if I stayed until you fell asleep?”

“Deal.”

Chat felt his cheeks grow warm when she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. He then tightened his grip on her and walked over to the windowed hatch that led to her room. Using his foot, he opened the hatch and gently hopped onto her bed. He peeled back the covers, placed her onto the mattress, and tossed the comforter over her. He then sat at the edge of her bed and looked at the sky through the window.

“What are you doing?” Marinette groaned, turning over in her bed.

He whipped his head in her direction. “I’m waiting for you to fall asleep.”

“I know, but why are you all the way over there?”

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“You know you’re allowed to come over here.”

“But you’re trying to sleep.”

She opened her arms. “And getting a hug from my favorite knight would really help me fall asleep.”

He took a deep breath and crawled across the bed. Once he was close enough, Marinette grabbed him and pulled him close. She ran her fingers through his hair and began to hum a familiar tune.

Chat closed his eyes and listened. “Where did you hear that song?”

“The other boy I fell in love with played it in the park last night,” she said with half-lidded eyes before continuing to hum.

His mind went blank. “But that would mean that she’s in love with…”

“Me,” he whispered.

“Of course it’s you. Who else would it be?”

“How could you possibly know that?”

She buried her face into his chest. “I know more than you think.”

He tried to wrap his mind around her last statement. “What do you mean by that?”

Chat waited for an answer, but the only response he received was the sound of soft, slow breaths. When he pulled away from her embrace, Marinette didn’t move.

“Princess?” he said quietly, “Are you still awake?”

He was once again met with silence.

“She was deliriously tired,” his mind mused while he continued to look at the sleeping beauty in his arms, “She probably didn’t know what she was saying.”

Doing his best to not disturb her, he carefully moved his arm away from Marinette and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. He then opened the hatch and climbed onto the balcony. Before closing the window, he took one last look inside the room.

“Goodnight, Princess,” he whispered, “I’ll see you soon.”

Chat unsheathed his baton and vaulted into the night. He bounded over the rooftops until he was close enough to jump through his bedroom window. Once inside, he detransformed and collapsed onto his couch.

“Plagg,” he groaned, running his fingers through his hair, “Marinette started humming my song again, and then she told me that she was in love with me...like, not just Adrien me, but Chat Noir me, as well.”

The Kwami shoved a piece of cheese into his mouth and landed on Adrien’s shoulder. “And that’s a bad thing because…”

“Because she fell asleep about thirty seconds later! She couldn’t have possibly meant any of the things that she’d just said. Luka is the other boy she’s in love with. Not Chat Noir.”

“Are you serious?”

“The other boy isn’t me. It’s Luka. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Plagg rubbed his temples with his paws. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Adrien sat up. “What are you talking about?”

“This. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Am I supposed to know what “this” is?”

“Yes, but apparently, you don’t. Let’s just hope that Tikki can talk some sense into Ladybug because this has to stop.”

“What does any of this have to do with Ladybug? I was talking about Marinette.”

“You literally have all the pieces to the puzzle. How can you not see it?”

“See what?”

“That’s it!” Plagg flew close to Adrien’s face and jabbed him on the nose. “You’re not even trying. I’m going to sleep, and I suggest you do, as well. Don’t wake me up until you’ve figured it out.”

“Get back here, Plagg!” he yelled as he watched his Kwami disappear into a laundry basket.

“NO! GOODNIGHT, ADRIEN!”

“Fine, goodnight, whatever.”

He rolled his eyes and got ready for bed in a huff. When he crawled under his covers and began to drift off, the events of the past twenty-four hours began to replay in his mind.

***

Marinette’s eyes flicked open. “Tikki, how did I get here?”

“I...what?” her Kwami groaned on the pillow next to her.

“I was on the balcony with Chat Noir. He picked me up, but now I’m in bed.”

“You really don’t remember?”

“No, should I?”

“Chat Noir brought you inside after you asked him to stay with you. Then, you cuddled with him and mumbled a whole bunch of stuff before you passed out.”

“Oh, wait!” She paused before continuing. “I remember now! He tucked me in, but...what did I say to him? What did I say?”

Tikki closed her eyes. “Go to sleep, Marinette.”

“How on earth am I supposed to do that while I’m in the middle of a crisis!”

“I’d hardly call this a crisis.”

“But how am I supposed to choose between Chat and Adrien? How? They are both kind and selfless. I love both of them, Tikki!”

“Marinette…”

“And how am I supposed to pick when I don’t even know who Chat is?”

“Marinette…”

“This would all be so much easier without the masks in the way.”

“Marinette…”

“If only there was a way to know who he was.”

“MARINETTE!”

She looked at her Kwami. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Tikki zipped over to Marinette’s face. “You are going to listen to what I’m about to say. I’ve been trying to tell you this all day, and you’ve interrupted me every single time. Just be quiet and listen!”

Marinette hugged her legs against her chest. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. I just need you to listen.”

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“Now that you are the Guardian, it is your right to know who all of the Miraculous wielders are, and that includes Chat Noir.”

“You’re not suggesting what I think you are...are you?”

“Yes, I am. I am asking you to seriously consider having you and Chat reveal your identities to each other.”

“But you always said…”

“Things have changed.”

“But…”

“No buts! Just consider it, please. I’m begging you. Put us out of our misery. Plagg and I are way too old for this.”

“Aren’t you as old as time itself?”

Tikki flopped onto her pillow. “Yes, and that’s entirely too old to be dealing with this!”

She rolled her eyes and gently patted the top of her Kwami’s head. “If it means that much to you, I will think about it.”

“Thank you,” Tikki sighed, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she chuckled.

Marinette laid back down and closed her eyes. Despite her best efforts to fall asleep, her mind continued to buzz with activity for the next hour. The thought of knowing Chat’s identity filled her with immeasurable joy. When she suddenly realized that her cheeks were hurting because she’d been smiling for so long, she made her decision.

She was going to reveal her identity to Chat Noir...tomorrow.

[faelune-home]

FFXIV Write 2020 #12: Tooth and Nail

(A/N: There’s a part of me that’s not actually too happy with the presentation of this fic. I struggled with trying to phrase certain things or even just to move the scene along (The scene itself I’m fine with I’m quite happy with my topic. Though I’m amused at myself that another ‘simple idea’ got away from me and turned into feels lol). Maybe whenever I go to post this to Ao3 next month, I can edit it and fix it up with different eyes another day.

Speaking of feels, part of the problem during writing was I actually got weirdly emotional actually writing this. :’D But then as much as I say I am not my WoL, my feelings are very much the same as hers as a player, I have kinda projected that part of myself onto her in a way rip

Set during late Shadowbringers, storming Mt Gulg.

Word count: 1547

@ffxiv-writers)

The climb was intense, worsened by the assault of the sin eaters that managed to slip through the fae folks’ ranks. By the time the Scions had even made it to the top of the mountain - pearly pillars and lavish gardens awaiting them - they were already spent. Their own Warrior most of all.

“No-one here would judge you if you took the time to rest. We can push forward for you and let you save your strength for Vauthry,” Ryne suggested, wearing through her lip with worry. Despite her heavy panting, doubled over onto her knees, Fufu shook her head and gave the young girl a pained smile.

“I appreciate the thought, but it's fine. I can handle this,” she said, straightening up and giving Alphinaud a grateful nod, the boy having been tending to a nasty scratch on her arm.

“I would echo Ryne’s sentiments,” Y’shtola piped up, a heavy frown on her face. Even as the other miqo’te girl opened her mouth to protest, the scholar continued, “I am not trying to suggest you aren’t capable, we all here know that you could handle a fight like this at any other time. But I'm not going to pretend I’m not concerned about your current state. If you’re already struggling like this after four Lightwardens, what would taking in a fifth do to you?” Ears flattened against her head, Fufu could only grimace, unsure how to respond.

A loud hollar of “Incoming!” made the party start, ready to either dart for safety or jump into a fight; Thancred and Alisaie ran toward the waiting group, having chosen to scout ahead and deal with any lingering sin eaters in their upcoming path, yet now a horde followed them back to their companions. As the two ducked for cover, Y’shtola and Urianger swiftly took their places.

The throng of beasts were quickly lost in the blazing smoke and ash, most destroyed by the two Scions, and what few survived fled back into the mountaintop palace.

“Well, I’ll say that the way is mostly cleared now,” Thancred panted, collapsed against the wall, though he wore a crooked smile as though he’d just returned from a simpler errand. “What’d we miss?”

“Though not one to question her fortitude, it appears the weight of the Light within bears heavy on our friend’s shoulders,” Urianger responded, his expression blank as he averted his eyes.

“There’s no weight here,” Fufu grumbled, exasperation evident in her huff, “I can keep going.”

“Can you?” Fufu winced, casting a glance toward Alisaie, flinching again at the girl’s harsh expression. Despite the look in the miqo’te eyes seeming to say ‘Not you too’, the red mage brushed aside her brother’s fretting fingers and walked up to the Warrior of Darkness, saying, “You are an incredible fighter but this particular trek has shown your limits so far. Twelve above, we had to catch you when you nearly fell off near the start, and we’d barely fought anything then.”

“We were in the middle of fighting something then, weren’t we?” the woman pouted. Then with a sigh, she added, “I hear you all, and I know that you’re all worried. And I get the logic of asking me to save my strength for Vauthry. He’s not gonna be an easy fight and it's already hard enough with every sin eater under the skies hounding us here.

“But I have to keep going. I couldn’t bear the thought of everyone rushing in to clear a path for me without putting in some of the work myself. I’m gonna give this all of my strength and I’m gonna see this done.” Looking over all her gathered friends with a smile, she nodded.

“I want to see this done so the people of Norvrandt can finally know some peace. I know the sin eaters won’t disappear completely once he’s dead, even with however many we’ve had to deal with just getting up here, but without a leader I’d like to hope they’ll be easier to fight for the soldiers or hunters across the lands. But also…” She trailed off, a guilty look in her eye.

“What?” Ryne prompted. Fufu gulped, her lip quivering.

“It’s a bit of a selfish idea, even if it’s paired with something that needs to happen anyway,” she mumbled, looking to the ground. “I want to see this finished, and then we can work on a way to get everyone home.” Even as the stunned looks spread throughout the group, she continued, “I haven’t been here for years like everyone else. I haven’t had to adjust to the same degree as you all. But I can see the love and care you have for the people here. 

“I wanted to help not just because it was the right thing to do, to prevent something if it was in my power, but also because I knew you would want to see people you’ve all grown to care for kept safe and assured a future. But now I want the same,” she finished, her voice quivering and a stray tear dribbling down her cheek. “Vauthry’s the end and I want to see this through every step.”

There was almost no immediate response, bar the tentative reassuring hands of the twins on the woman’s shoulders, as she frantically rubbed at her face and tried to fight back the rest of her tears.

“You’re right that it is a necessary act that we return home, given the state of our bodies here,” Y’shtola finally spoke up, voice even, “but to call it selfish that you desire our own safety seems cruel to yourself and your own feelings.” 

She smiled, tinged with melancholy, “I appreciate your candidness however in acknowledging that we have integrated into groups and cultures that we have no doubt grown close to. Of course I have thought of home and my family many times these past few years, but I’d be a fool if I didn’t admit to wondering if there were ever a way to remain here. To stay with ones I would cherish with equal measure.”

“But you can’t, can you?” Ryne mumbled. Thancred gave her head a gentle pat, yet said nothing.

“Not as far as I have researched, unfortunately,” the seeker miqo’te admitted.

“Any such research done on the Source would be too late for our dearest companions, given the vast stretches of time that would pass here,” Urianger added, at some point in the conversation having put distance between himself and the group, staring out over Kholusia with his back to them. Ryne sniffed, and the Warrior of Darkness pulled her into a hug.

“If this is to be the way of things,” Alphinaud stated, a serious furrow to his brow, “then the least we can do for our friends here would be to leave them with the gift of the night and no more Lightwardens to harass them. As you said it, we would promise them the future.” Everyone nodded, the determined looks mirrored on all their faces.

Then a loud echoing filled the air, the Scions flinching at the force as the mountain under their feet quivered.

“HAVE THE VILLAINS CEASED THEIR ADVANCE? DO THEY NOW REALISE THE FUTILITY OF THEIR CAMPAIGN? HAVE I BEEN PROVEN RIGHTEOUS?!”

Thancred stumbled to his feet, weapon in hand as he grunted, “I think I speak for all here when I say that I’d very much like to finally shut him up. Let’s get on with this then.”

Everyone got to their feet, ready to move on finally, but not before they paused and looked to their ailing friend, concern still evident in the air.Thancred turned to her and said, “I shall be leading the van as always, but it's your own decision if you're up front with me or if you decide to hang back until the way is clear. No one here will force you one way or another.”

“I appreciate it,” Fufu said, “but I’ll be going.” The man shrugged, looking neither bothered nor encouraged by her response. As he shifted to the front of the group with Y’shtola and Urianger, and Ryne trailing behind, Alisaie marched over to Fufu, her arms folded stiffly and her lips pressed thin, and stated, “I want it said now that the first sign of you struggling or wavering, you will stop and rest. There’ll be no question about it.”

Fufu spied the way the elezen girl’s hands gripped at her elbows, the knuckles white with the pressure, and the watery sheen in her blue eyes. Giving her a reassuring smile, Fufu ruffled the girl’s hair and said, “I can agree to that. If it puts your mind at ease.”

“It’s got nothing to do with that,” Alisaie huffed, head ducked down before racing ahead with a quickness. Stifling a chuckle at the girl’s obvious concern, Fufu gave herself a shake, ignoring the uneasy ache buried deep in her gut, dismissing it as the light within her. This was the final trial. After this, the Exarch could get them all home. Even if he didn’t know how, he’d have the time to find out with no more sin eaters to threaten the people. She could do it.

They could do it, with all their strength together.

[lachryphage]

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Moments. [Kataang]

Pairing: Katara & Aang (around 18 +16)

Prompt: none

Warnings: kinda major fluff (you’re welcome)

I haven't written a promptless kataang fic in ages!!!!!!! 

You know when you're in such a kataang mood and just can't find what you're craving? Yeah... well... when you can't find what you're looking for, just write it yourself! Apparently, this is what I was craving lol

Also, would it even be a fic of mine if I didn't even give you guys even the slightest suggestive ending????? no. no, it wouldn't

Anyway....... hope anyone reading enjoys!

Autumn had always been Aang’s favourite season. When he told Katara, she countered that she had always just assumed it was spring ‘because, you know, new life and all that!’ Not knowing exactly why he laughed at the presumption, Aang explained that just because he respected all living things didn’t necessarily mean everything in his life revolved around that principle. His life kind of revolved around Katara nowadays. Well, Katara and being the Avatar. They both tended to overlook that last bit as much as possible, though when duty called, there wasn’t much room for avoidance.

“Why Autumn?” She piped up, pulling Aang from his thoughts as she lifted her head from his stomach to address him with curious blue eyes. He offered her a look and the slight shake of his head that said ‘I don’t really know,’ returning to gaze at the amber leaves of the oak tree right above. Today, the sun’s rays were soft and the breeze was just right, skating across his skin soothingly and the odd time blowing through the tail ends of her hair even from where she lay. Her head would rise and fall atop his stomach with each levelled breath he took. At first, he thought it must be annoying for her, but she insisted the motion relaxed her ‘to no end,’ explaining that she had held him lifeless in her arms once before and had every desire to know he was alive; even if that meant feeling each and every breath he took at every opportunity she had to do so. Sometimes, he noticed how she would place her hand over his heart when they lay together. Aang never could have guessed that was why.

Shutting his eyes, he brought up a hand to toy with a strand of her hair that was fanned out over his chest. “What about you?” He asked quietly.

“Hm?”

He opened one eye with a smile, glancing down at her face for a moment and noticing the cute little arch her brow made when she raised it. “What’s your favourite season?” 

“...Oh.” She gave a small laugh, turning back to face the leaves. “I guess I’ve never really thought about it.” She furrowed her brow in thought and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “What?” 

“Nothing.” He shook his head and felt her relax again. “...You have time to think about it now?” Aang suggested, but she sat up, a hand landing on his chest. And even though she was very clearly annoyed, her voice was laced with a laugh. “I am not spending one of our very rare moments of alone time thinking about my favourite season.” Even with the tinge of irritation icing her tone, his wide grin won her over.

“Seemed like a pretty good idea to me...” She rolled her eyes, moving to lie down beside him, her head now laying on his chest and her hand taking its rightful place over his heart. 

“Let's just enjoy this while it lasts...” She sighed almost resentfully and let her eyes drift shut. The girl had learned never to get too comfortable: disaster could strike at any minute and Aang could be called at any time. Taking their stolen moments as they came seemed to be the best way in order to keep a level head. There was no use in getting angry when the magistrates and whoever else pulled him from her arms - she knew what loving him meant, and she loved him enough to put up with it.

While Katara thought about all this, Aang pondered over what she had said with his fingers gliding through her hair. 

He hated that they couldn’t just enjoy their time together, they had to enjoy it while it lasted.

“What’s your favourite season?” He asked again. Her scoff was a hard protest.

“Aang-”

“Come on. I wanna know.” He said quietly, no hint of mischief in his voice whatsoever. So she decided to give him what he wanted and fell quiet as she took a moment to think.

“Autumn.”

He let out a heavy sigh and teased. “Very original...”

“I mean it!” She giggled, tilting her head up to see how much he was struggling to keep from smiling.

“...Alright.” He relented and she settled against him again with a smile bright on her face. “Why?”

The girl gave a leisured shrug. “I like the colours.”

“You mean the colours you see me in almost every day?” He teased again and she just took to slapping him playfully on the chest, a giddy sound spilling from her lips as he laughed heartily with her.

“You’re so annoying.”

With that, a calm, serene silence washed over them, her fingers drawing patterns across his chest dreamily as his nails raked across her scalp, applying pressure in all the right places. She hummed in content to let him know he was doing a good job, her hand eventually slowing to a stop when he took all of her attention. She allowed herself to relax completely, feeling her eyes flutter to a close while his fingers massaged the tension away. It was a talent of his - and the best part was, he didn’t even have to try all that hard. He just did whatever came natural and all of a sudden she’d be melting in his arms. “Not so annoying now, am I?” He remarked under his breath confidently and she could hear the smirk loud and clear in his voice. It wasn’t enough to rouse her out of her melty state, however. She only managed to hum a laugh with a slightly wider smile on her lips. it’s all she could manage. Quite frankly, it was all she could be bothered to give. His fingers felt too good in her hair to move.

She could let him do this forever... and, actually, he could do this forever. Without blinking an eye.

Well, maybe not forever. There were other things he liked to do with his girlfriend. “Don’t fall asleep yet.” He breathed into her hair, his fingers stopping for just a moment as he placed a kiss to her head and she let out a little whine, but soon he was back at it with a cocky smile and Katara settled again, shaking her head lazily.

“I won’t,” She replied with a voice that sure sounded like it was on the verge of sleep, he thought almost sadly. And as if she had some psychic link with him, she muttered with a smile, “You’ll get your kiss, sweetie, don’t worry,” while rubbing her hand slowly over his chest.

Aang almost felt embarrassed, his cheeks tingeing a light pink and suddenly he was glad she couldn’t see him. Imagine being embarrassed in front of your girlfriend of four years? It was positively pitiful. Toph would probably come up with a new nickname for him and Sokka would never let him live it down. Anyway, this wasn’t the time to think about Sokka and Toph, so he lay his head back on the grass and returned his full attention to the task at hand. As a passing thought, Aang wondered how it would feel if Katara did this for him. If he grew out his hair (like she secretly hoped he would) and did as he was doing now, would it really be this relaxing? She seemed to adore the gesture like nothing normal. Thinking back to the war when he had no other choice but to grow out his hair, Aang found it to be annoying and itchy and too hot. Basically, he didn’t get what the big deal was. Being bald was great! Although... he couldn’t lie and say he thought Katara should join him in his baldness: Aang loved her hair and found that he could and would easily run his fingers through it for hours on end; to which she would eventually tell him to stop because apparently doing so for too long made her hair ‘greasy’ and that was, supposedly, a bad thing. The silence as he drifted deep in aimless thought led him to believe his love was sleeping - a theory that was soon proved wrong when she stirred against him.

“Mmmm, okay...” She sighed with a stretch, her voice sounding more than pleased as she lifted her head, his hand coming away from her hair at the motion. Attempting to fix the wild tresses, she combed her own fingers through her slightly knotted hair with a tired groan and as he looked at her content and terribly beautiful face from his place on the grass, Aang decided he really liked her hair like this. It was a sexy mess, not an unkempt mess.

And he had seen it so many times before. 

In waiting, his hands hovered in the air, keen eyes following as she threw a leg over his lap and sat back confidently on his thighs, splaying her fingers out on his chest as she leaned her weight on him with that look in her eyes. “Well?” She started. “How do I look?”

Aang was already shaking his head at her in that disbelieving manner, eyes raking over her features and hands finally settling on the curve of her hips. “Completely hypnotising.” He sat up, feeling to urge to get closer to her, Katara almost coming eye to eye with him and she giggled, bowing her head shyly at his unabashed reply that would have meant only half what it did now without that look in his eyes or their intimate choice of position - or rather her choice of position. With her arms now wrapped around his neck, she took a composing breath in through her nose before meeting stormy eyes again.

“Does that mean you’ll do anything I say?” She arched a brow.

“In a heartbeat.” He replied swiftly, flirtatiously, flashing that charming smirk of his that never failed to tint her cheeks a rosy hue. He was simply too handsome for her not to blush, though if he noticed, he didn’t let on. He did notice, on the other hand, that it was a kind of defence that she would joke around after getting embarrassed, hence why she said what she said next.

“So... if I asked you to eat stewed sea prunes with me for dinner tonight, would you?”

He laughed, not even the slightest trace of irritation that she changed the dynamic of their flirting. “I’ll do anything you say, but that.”

Katara smiled, shifting a little closer and coaxing him to wrap his arms around her waist tightly. “I’m fine with that...” she purred.

“So am I,” he winked.

Feeling playful, she rolled her eyes, still noticing how her impatience grew stronger the longer they sat like this, staring at each other, basking in the other’s allure. Besides, it was no normal staring contest, it was the ‘I want you but I want you to say it first’ stare. She had initiated it.

But in the end, Katara was the very one to give in.

“Just c’mere...” She whispered with her eyes on his lips.

And she kissed him. Sweetly. Savouring him. Using her fingertips to trace his jaw and neck and collar bones. 

This time, he tasted like an autumn breeze and it instantly became her reason for favouring this season over the others. At first, she had said Autumn on a whim, but now she decided she liked Autumn the most because of that and the fact the colours reminded her of her favourite Airbender - the love of her life who she would enjoy every single second with to the fullest, not considering when the moment would end... and instead focusing on making every moment last.

This one? This one would last.

Most definitely.

[texanredrose]

Oh, My Mistake

“we’re texting for the first time in forever and i told you about some stupid thing i did and sent a sarcastic ‘you must really miss me, huh’ and you just replied ‘yes’ and i think my heart just broke” au- for Xerxes, thank you for your kindness!

Yang cursed under her breath, setting her hands on her hips and casting her lilac gaze around, a pinch to her brow. Now, sure, she’d never been the absolute biggest neat freak in Remnant, but she kept her belongings more or less organized- enough that, when she wanted to watch one of her favorite movies, she could find it with ease. It could only be in one of three places, all of which she’d checked.

No dice.

“Oh, come on,” she said, running a hand over her face. “Where is it?”

Closing her eyes, she tried to piece together the last time she’d watched it or moved the case. Months ago, at least, but maybe even more.

Wait... now she remembered the last time she’d seen it- almost a year ago. Back before... her ex moved her stuff out.

“Shit...” Her lips pulled into a tight, thin line, gaze casting about for her scroll. 

They hadn’t spoken since the relationship ended but... well, they hadn’t parted on bad terms. Winter had an exciting career in the military and a promising new assignment elsewhere; Yang had her own shop and family to consider. When the woman suggested that they probably wouldn’t be able to continue the relationship long distance, they’d ended it amicably... but that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Yang had tried going out on a few dates since then. None of them led anywhere but, hell, she had tried.

Still, the idea of reaching out to her ex to see if the woman had accidentally packed up her favorite movie didn’t magically become any more appealing. It’d likely just hurt like hell and lead nowhere but she really did love that movie.

She should just buy a new copy, honestly. It’d probably be pretty cheap; older movie, none of the flashy special effects like modern ones, and it’d be quicker and relatively painless.

Then again, she kinda had a special attachment to her copy; she’d had it nearly ten years. And, even if it hurt, just having the chance to talk with Winter again... it’d be worth it.

With a sigh, Yang located her scroll and shot off a quick text.

‘Hey, I know this is out of the blue, but you wouldn’t happen to have my Monty Python and the Holy Grail dvd by mistake, did you?’

Setting her scroll down, the blonde went over to her movie collection to start putting it back in some semblance of order, expecting the response would take at least an hour, probably more.

But then her scroll dinged before she’d made it halfway across her room.

‘I do, actually. I apologize. I can have it to your apartment by tomorrow morning.’

Her brows rose, surprised both by the prompt response and the urgency with which the woman seemed to want to return the movie.

‘You don’t have to go through all that trouble; I just was wondering where it went.’

‘Nonsense. I’ll have it delivered as soon as possible.’

She couldn’t help the way her lips curled up, just a little. That sounded like the Winter she knew.

‘Well, if you insist.’ Lightly, she bit her lip, thumbs hesitating for a moment before setting her scroll aside. And focusing on finding another movie to pass her time.

They’d gone this long without any contact. Probably for the best.

Yang groaned as she pulled herself out of bed, having slept for shit the night before. Hours had passed with her just wondering if, perhaps, she should’ve tried extending an olive branch to Winter. The woman typically didn’t remain in contact with her exes, though, so Yang had assumed that would apply to her as well.

But... she had the chance. She could’ve at least tried.

The thought remained in the back of her mind throughout her morning ritual, all the way until she tried leaving her apartment and found a man in a delivery uniform coming up the steps.

“Yang Xiao Long?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Then he held out a little brown box. “Here you go, delivery.”

She raised a brow but signed for the package anyway, taking the moment to open it up once he’d left.

Sure enough, Winter had done exactly as she said, as the DVD case slid out into her palm. However... it looked a bit more worn than she remembered and the bottom snap didn’t seem to be working, the edge worn too smooth to catch and close properly.

A frown touched her lips. Had the woman been watching it? Winter had made it clear that she didn’t really have the same appreciation for comedy the way Yang did. Whenever they watched it together, she seemed a touch more interested in her scroll than the movie, but usually spent her time watching Yang’s enjoyment- that, apparently, appealed to her a great deal more.

Setting it aside for the moment, she went out to her motorcycle, so she could get on with her day.

But this wasn’t over.

Taking off her helmet, Yang shook her hair out as she entered her apartment, setting everything in its place as quickly as she could and pulling out her scroll. She’d told Ruby about texting Winter and her sister seemed to be on the same page, encouraging her to follow her gut.

Extending an olive branch couldn’t hurt worse than never knowing.

‘Hey, they delivered the movie this morning. I’m impressed!’

‘I’m glad you got it in a timely manner.’

‘Thanks, really. I’ve been missing it.’ Her tongue peaked out as she hesitated for a moment before just plowing ahead with what seemed to be the easiest option available. ‘So, how have you been? That assignment seems to be work outing for you.’

‘It’s been an enriching opportunity. I got promoted a few months ago. It’s been good. How’s the shop?’

‘Hey, congrats on the promotion! And, ya know how it goes. Ruby’s still the best mechanic in Vytal, so our business is doing pretty well. Never a dull moment!’

‘I’m glad to hear that. I’ve heard a whisper or two about Red Dragon over here in Atlas- all good, I assure you. You and Ruby should look into branding.’

‘Eh, you know it’s not about the fame or money for her.’ Yang chuckled. ‘There might be millions of red roses out there, but there’s only one Ruby Rose!’ 

Almost immediately, she slapped a hand to her face. As much as she loved puns- as much as Winter said she loved puns while they were dating- that didn’t mean she should just start busting them out all willy nilly. Especially when half her flirting depended on them. She wouldn’t want to give the woman the wrong idea.

Or, rather, she wouldn’t want Winter guessing the truth behind her desire to reconnect. Even if they couldn’t be together, losing her girlfriend had also robbed her of a dear friend, and if she couldn’t get the former back, she’d try like hell for the latter.

‘You’re most certainly correct. She certainly rises above expectations.’

A little chuckle burst from her lips. ‘Okay, that one was pretty good.’

‘I practice in my spare time. I’ve got a Xiao Long way to go, though.’

This time, she laughed. ‘And Xiao Long have you waited to use that?’

‘Almost a year, truthfully, and you didn’t have to one up me immediately after. I’ve always kicked myself that I didn’t realize it before we broke up.’

Her lips quirked into a sad little smile. ‘Hindsight’s a bitch, huh? lol’

‘I’m learning to live with it.’

‘If only your sister could find her sense of humor. She’s still a little sore about my last prank.’

‘In her defense, you know how much she enjoys Blake’s cooking, so swapping their salt and sugar did toe the line. I’m surprised she just yelled at you; I’d half expect her to tamper with your hair care products for such a transgression.’

She ducked her head, scratching behind her ear as a blush came to her cheeks. Yeah, it did kinda go a step too far, but how was she supposed to know she’d made the swap immediately before a romantic date night they’d planned months ahead of time?

‘Okay, fair point, and I honestly expected the same. I threw out all my bottles the next day just to be safe.’ She shook her head, remembering fondly all the times she’d gotten one over on either her best friend or her girlfriend’s sister, and the lectures that followed. Sometimes, Winter would agree with Weiss while hiding a smile behind her hand and, other times, she’d be too busy laughing. ‘One of these days, someone’s going to slip past my defenses, and there’ll be hell to pay.’ 

‘Are you vaguely threatening a hypothetical prankster for giving you a taste of your own medicine?’

‘Well... yeah.’ She cringed at the blatant hypocrisy implied. ‘It’s my hair we’re talking about, here.’

‘Duly noted.’

A shake of her head. She could just picture the wry grin on the woman’s face when she typed that, the expression that said ‘you know how ridiculous you sound, right?’ in not so many words. ‘You must REALLY miss me, huh?’

‘Yes, I do. A little more with each passing day.’

That sent a shock through her system- her shoulders dropped, a frown touching her lips. She’d always thought Winter had moved on without giving her a second thought; it would explain the radio silence from that end. To find out that the woman still thought about her... or maybe she misunderstood.

‘Really? You never said anything.’

‘It was my idea to break up. I heard you were dating again and I thought it would be best to become a memory and fade away.’

A little stinging came to her eyes. ‘I could never forget you, Winter.’

‘Nor I you.’ Before she could formulate a response, another text came through. ‘I have something of a confession. I realized I’d packed up your movie a month after I left. I apologize for the delay in returning it to you.’

Yang’s brows furrowed. ‘I thought you didn’t even like that movie, though. Why keep it?’

Silence. She stared at her scroll but nothing happened. After five minutes, she began to worry; Winter had always been the sort to favor a clear beginning and ending to a conversation. She didn’t just... trail off like that. Following her gut, Yang tapped on the information at the top and hit the icon to dial, pressing the scroll to her ear.

“Yang,” Winter said, a strange edge to her voice. Not the razor sharp bite of her wit but rather something very... soft, almost morose.

“Hey, is everything okay?” She sat down on her couch, having completely forgotten about finding another movie. “Or- you busy? I can call back.”

“No, no, s’fine.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Winter. Are you drunk?”

“... yeah...” The reply came softly, almost as if she was ashamed to admit it. “I mean, I’m drinking. Not... exactly drunk yet, but... pretty much.”

“What’s going on? This... isn’t like you.” Yang shook her head. “I mean, you might have a glass of wine but you always hated the idea of getting drunk.”

“Well, I do, that, but, I made a discovery.” A sigh. “A pathetic one but a discovery nonetheless.”

“And what discovery was that?”

“Well...” A few moments passed, as if she struggled to find the words. “If I put on that movie, and I get just the right amount of drunk, and I close my eyes... I can hear you laughing along to the jokes.” 

The stinging came back to her eyes as a tear slipped down her cheek. “... Winter...”

“I know. I know I have no right, I know it was my idea, and I know I’m an idiot for ever suggesting it in the first place.” A quick inhale- almost like she was sniffling. “I thought it was the best for both of us but I was so wrong... at least... for me... I’ve missed you so much, Yang.” A pause. “I still love you.”

“You sure kept silent about it.” She didn’t mean to make it sound so accusatory but her heart was starting to hurt in her chest, her mind racing.

A year- a year- without the woman, and she’d held this back. All this time they’d lost...

“You were dating.” The shifting of fabric. “I shouldn’t have said that. Any of that. You... you deserve better than someone dumb enough to walk away in the first place.”

“That’s the alcohol talking,” she said. “What’s the real reason?”

Winter remained silent for a moment. “Why do Schnees always remain silent when merely speaking up might save someone pain?”

Oh, she remembered the answer to that question; it came from one of their first fights. What the actual argument entailed eluded her- something about improving their communication- but she remembered the answer clear as a bell. “Because you fear emotional vulnerability.” She sighed. “You thought I’d reject you.”

“And I couldn’t blame you for it.” Another sigh. “I shouldn’t have walked away. My career... it’s fulfilling, somewhat, but I’m so lonely without you. Every accomplishment just feels... hollow. Saying goodbye... is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.”

“Winter.” She got to her feet, scrubbing at her face and heading towards her closet. “You need to stop drinking.”

“You’re right. I just thought, maybe-”

“I mean it.” Yang pinned her scroll to her ear with her shoulder while opening the door, eyes roving over her wardrobe. “Pour it out. Now.”

“Right.” Faintly, she could hear some shuffling, and eventually the setting of a glass in a sink. “Done.”

“Great! See you soon.”

“I’m so- uh. What?”

But she ended the call without explaining further. They’d talk again soon enough.

Yang pulled her coat a little tighter around her, digging her chin into the warm scarf around her neck. Atlas’ colder climate grated on her nerves, truth to tell, but she could really care less about the cold night air winding through her hair as she marched her way up the path, stopping in front of the door she wanted. Winter’s new promotion had allotted her a full house to herself tucked away in a nice, well kept part of the base- something the soldiers manning the gate were all too happy to reveal once they were told she was the Colonel’s ex. Apparently, word traveled around the barracks quickly that Winter’s mood had taken a sharp down turn once her assignment in Vale ended. She hadn’t become unbearable, quite, but the rank and file were more than willing to help her out if there existed even a chance it might improve the Officer’s disposition.

They weren’t the only ones.

Raising her hand, she knocked on the door- heavy thuds that couldn’t be ignored, in the event her advice hadn’t been heeded.

A few moments later, it opened to reveal Winter, halfway out of her uniform and hair freshly released from its bun, cascading over her shoulders with bends still intact from being up all day. Blue eyes opened wide, her mouth opening but no words making it out as a very light flush came to her cheeks, and Yang couldn’t help but smile.

“Not quite next morning delivery but I caught a red eye over.” She shrugged. “You sober?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice sounding crisp and clean.

“Good.” Reaching into the big pocket on the bag slung over her shoulder, she fished out the DVD case. “How about we order some pizza and watch a movie? Sound good?”

“Yang...” It seemed like the gears in Winter’s head had finally started turning again. “I- I don’t understand. Why are you here?”

“Oh, right.” With her other hand, she reached forward, grabbed hold of the woman’s lapel, and gave a sharp tug- enough to pull her down within easy kissing distance, a fact Yang wasted no time capitalizing on as her eyes slipped closed.

Damnit; she’d missed this.

When they parted, both a little breathless, a smirk curled her lips. “That clear things up?”

Winter blinked. “No.” Hands slipped to her hips, pulling her forward and flush against the woman, a bit of mischief sparkling in blue eyes. “Explain it again?”

“I think I can do that,” she said, laughing before diving back in, the two slowly making their way inside amid the embrace.

After all, they lost a year together. 

They had to start making it up.

[kfawkes]

Chloe Price, one night stand, rave? Sorry if this is not the proper way of requesting you >

[HI. Okay, sooo… this will be my FIRST EVER LIFE IS STRANGE FIC!!!!! AHHH!!!! I’m so excited ;.; I’m sure you also know this, but I love Chloe so much and LiS is a super important game to me. 

Now, I wanna start again by saying to YOU ANON, that I am so sorry this took forever. I hope you see it ;..; Thats the one bad thing about prompts via anon, HOW WILL YOU SEE IT EVER!?!?!?! Anyway, I will cry about that later :P

Also wanna mention you didn’t include any other characters, so I’m assuming you mean this to be a Reader styled fic? I’m hoping so because thats what I’m doing lol. Also, you didn’t include a sex but since Chloe is pretty cannonly Bi, but I’m just gonna say she’s pretty much GAY– and  I’m gonna use female pronouns if necessary. ENJOY LOVE! 

Pairing: Chloe x Reader

Warnings: Drinking, some cursing.]

The music was loud, booming so fiercely that you could feel it shaking your insides with each pulse through the ground. Everyone was dancing and pressing against each other in sweaty moments and you couldn’t help but smile wide enjoying it all. The specks of light danced behind your closed eyes, and you were warm and yet comfortable. Your body swayed effortlessly as the beat pulled you alongside it and you were at peace

It was perfect. 

Well, aside from the fact that you couldn’t find your friend Maddy. That part was a little annoying, but that wasn’t surprising. Maddy was always late, also you were perfectly fine just being with yourself. Enjoying the music, dancing, and… getting a very cold drink spilled down the front of your shirt. 

Your favorite shirt–that was white for the record, and now it smelled like beer. “What the–”

And honestly, you really had intended on cussing whoever spilled it on you out, but holy shit was the person before you so god damn beautiful that words sorta stoped having meaning.

She had shoulder length choppy blue hair, wore a dark beanie and had a loose fitted ripped to shreds tank top, a strap hanging off one shoulder. You watched as she pulled her face back into an awkward frown, wiping her chin with the hand she held the now empty bottle then slid her doe eyes to meet yours finally. 

“Fuck. I completely ruined your shirt…” She said flatly, sending her hand forward lightly gesturing at the mess. 

“Yeah… I mean, it’s… fine. I probably would have spilled something on it anyway.” You lied, because actually you were almost too careful when it came to stuff like this. “Plus it was my fault, for… standing… here.”

The blue hair girl smiled again, tilting her head as she narrowed her eyes on you. “You’re joking, right? I totally just slammed into you like, full on fucking tornado slammed… and you’re taking responsibility?” 

“Y-yeah?” You replied awkwardly as you returned the smile with a little more ease than you’d spoke with. “Bad habit.”

“Guess that means you owe me a beer then, huh?” The blue haired girl pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, grabbed your hand and pulled you forward towards the bar. 

When you reached it, she propped both legs up on the stool, leaning far over the bar pulling the bartender into a tight hug. A second later she turned back towards you, with one arm still looped lazily around the man practically sitting on the bar. 

“Meet Adam. Adam, this is my new friend….” She paused using her free hand to point your way indicating she was well and ready to know it. You offered it forward, just as awkwardly as before, and she repeated it with a smile. “Y/n here owes me a beer because well, I spilled mine all over her… Yeah it makes no sense but still, give her something good? I gotta pee.” 

And she hoped down with a smile as Adam the bartender began pouring you a drink with a smile. In the few moments of silence you had, you were able to think about how fucking intriguing this girl was. Yeah, she’d just spilled a beer all over you and somehow got you to buy her a drink… but damn she was really cute and you didn’t even care.

When you reached for your wallet, the Adam shook his head and nearly laughed. “You’re with Chloe… you don’t pay.” And with a wink he pushed a glass and a bottle of beer your way then went to tend bar at the other corner.

Chloe.

When you heard her name, a small wave of butterflies went off in your stomach and a small smile spread your lips as you clenched the slightly wet beverages between your fingers anxiously waiting for her return. You just wanted to know more about her… who was she?

A second later you felt a hand pulling the neck of the bottle slowly from your grasp; the fingers lightly wrapping around your own offering another set of chills. 

“Thanks.” Chloe grabbed your free hand, pulling you forward once more as she lean her head back taking a large swig from her bottle. 

The music was still surrounding you, but now you also had an intense desire to be closer to her. You’d just met her yeah, but holy hell you were smitten already. She just had so much life, so much energy, and absolutely zero fucks to give. She was so… incredible to you. Fascinating. 

“Wanna dance?” She turned with a smile still holding your fingers lightly. When she walked now she was doing so backwards, with her shoulders lazily hung in, sporting a bashful smile as she eye you up and down like candy. 

You definitely wanted to dance, but there was something about teasing her that just seemed like much more fun, so you pursed your lips and shook your head deciding…

“You owe me. You made me spill my beer remember?” Chloe said innocently as she pulled her hands to her chest, lightly begging you with a wide smile. 

And really, she was too fucking cute for her own good and something told you that you couldn’t deny her anything… A huge smile spread and you shrugged downing whatever the hell Adam had given you. Likely a Jack n’ Coke from the taste, but honestly you just made that up because you didn’t know shit about liquor other than it got you drunk. 

And that is exactly what it did tonight. Being with Chloe meant free drinks apparently, and you were sufficiently wasted at this point. You didn’t even care that your friend Maddy had totally flaked like you knew she would, because honestly this was way better than hanging with her.

The intense makeout session being one of the main reasons for your not minding of course… One minute you were dancing, laughing and talking about whatever the hell you were, then the next you were in a dark corner of that club doing things you really shouldn’t be.

She was sliding her hands up your sides and chest, pulling your face closer with such determination that you could swear it was her job. Chloe turned you, kissing your neck and biting you lightly before she stopped holding your face between both of her hands. “Wanna get out of here?”

You couldn’t say anything, because this was the first time anything like this had happened to you and part of you wondered if you had just been hallucinating. Plus you didn’t exactly have the best track record for speaking tonight, so it was best to just nod in this case. 

So you did, far too adamantly as you swallowed trying to steady yourself, the booze and music swimming in your mind like water. After another wicked smile Chloe grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door leading outside. 

But you didn’t walk down the road, or call a cab you went straight for the side of the building. Chloe lead you up a set of old metal stairs, still keeping your fingers locked within her own. When you two reached the top, she pulled a clunky keychain from her hip and unlocked the door. 

Inside looked exactly how you imagined it would. It was a large open warehouse with concrete floors; random carpets decorating the surface and you could still feel the music pumping lightly below… There were posters and paintings everywhere, and graffiti you wonder if she’d done. She had a few bean bags, and tables here and there with a large bed on the ground by a huge window. Piles of clothes and several musical instruments were spread around like toys, and everything was just… perfect. 

This girl had to be the most interesting person you’d ever met, and that was more than a little scary… 

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.

It was Maddy, but of course it was. She probably wanted to make up some excuse about why she wasn’t there already, but right now you didn’t care. Right now you had a girl that was so fucking incredible you literally couldn’t have dreamt her up walking towards you. 

The phone kept buzzing in your hands, but you barely even noticed it because now Chloe pulled off her shirt, tossing to the side lazily as she lock eyes with you once more.

You tossed the phone to the side just in time for her to reach you, placing her arms around your neck tightly and pulling you into a kiss. She kissed you rushed, passionately; biting your lip every once in awhile as she pushed you backwards towards the bed. 

When you fell down it wasn’t as hard as you expected which was reassuring, but honestly you weren’t worried because holy shit was this actually happening? 

You felt as she pressed kisses down your cheek and stomach, kissing each hip bone softly before undoing your pants and sliding them off with ease. She pressed down to you again, kissing you softer than before and you rolled her over her smell engulfing you like fire. 

Each press was soft yet deliberate as she push into you, your soft exhales proving she was knew just what she was doing. 

And really she did, you’d never had someone make you feel so fucking incredible before. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was her… but either way it was fucking intoxicating and you drank it up faster than anything else before.

The next set of events were pretty standard in this sort of thing… but the intense desire to do it again was new. So you did, and then you did again and then once more for good measure. 

Now as you drift off holding that blue haired beauty, she looked up with a smile as she yawn pulling her arm into a stretch. 

“Oh… I’m Chloe, by the way.” And then she closed her eyes and snuggled into your arm like she’d been there a thousand times before.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever see her again– if this would ever be anything more than just… well, this. But there something about the way she pulled you closer now, kissing your neck softly, that promised you would.

[jedifighterpilot2727]

Coffee for a Friend

I’d Watch My World Burn Just to See You Smile Ch. 2 So I got some awesome feedback on the first chapter, so I decided to turn this into a multi-chap slow burn.  Mostly from Lena's POV but some from Kara's as the need arises! I have the basic plot planned out, and it should go up pretty quickly *knock on wood*. The anger I feel towards the Supergirl Writers' room is fueling me lol. i hope you guys enjoy! side note - this shouldn't impact Eyes Like Kryptonite too much I still plan on filling prompts pretty regularly!

Any feedback is good feedback!

Read it on AO3- http://archiveofourown.org/works/9574310/chapters/21718151

“Ms. Luthor.”

Jess’ voice sounded through the intercom, startling Lena from her morning reports.

“Kara Danvers is on her way in to see you."

She barely had time get out a “Thank you, Jess” before Kara was bursting in the door, all smiles.

“Good morning, Kara.” She stood from her chair, slightly caught off guard by the reporter’s sudden arrival.

“Good morning, Lena."

She looked well rested for someone who had had a max of four hours of sleep the night before - although Lena supposed that alien physiology might be at least partly to blame for that. Her hair was pulled back in a half ponytail and her glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose. She was wearing a sleeveless dress that Lena tried not to pay much attention to, for her own sake.

“What brings you to L-Corp this morning?"

“Oh!” Kara jolts, like Lena’s startled her, before stepping forward and passing Lena one of the cups of coffee she’s holding.

“I brought you some coffee! Caramel macchiato, right?"

Lena nods and takes a sip, sighing as the warm liquid hits her tongue.

“Perfect, thank you.”

Kara smiles in return, but she looks a little unsure of herself.

“Umm, I just - I wanted to thank you, for last night. I was having a really rough time and I showed up here with no warning after practically ignoring you for two weeks.” Kara looks down at the floor, the hand that isn’t holding her coffee coming up to adjust her glasses.

“I’m sorry for that, by the way, the uhh, the ignoring thing.” She looks up then, blue eyes locking with Lena’s. “It’s no excuse, but I was so worried about you, with your mother’s plan and I told them you were good, that you wouldn’t help her-"

Lena felt a tension she didn’t know she was holding release.

Kara had believed her.

Kara had full confidence in her desire to do good.

Kara had defended her.

“-and then it looked like you were helping her, and the missile, and then I thought it was all over but it wasn’t; because you-“ She waved a hand helplessly, jaw quivering. “I know that I’m rambling, but what I’m trying to say, is thank you. Thank you for being you, and not giving into your mother. And I’m so sorry that I let my fear and insecurities get in the way of telling you sooner. I really hope that you’ll let me make it up to you."

Her heart feels so full, because she can’t remember a time that anyone’s ever apologized to her for - well - anything, and that fact that Kara’s here, now, in her office saying these things almost makes up for all the hurt she’s felt in these past two weeks.

“And how exactly did you plan on making it up to me?” She can’t stop the way her lips quirk upwards in a half smile.

“Well, I want to start by being a better friend, if that’s something you’re okay with it."

Lena almost sighs in relief.

“I’m more than okay with it; I think we could both use a good friend."

Kara smiles, and it’s like Lena added a new window to her office with how much sunshine sparkles in it.

“Would you maybe want to have a movie night with me then?"

“Movie night?” She quirks an eyebrow.

“Yeah, just movies and dinner and popcorn and snacks at my place."

"Dinner, popcorn and snacks? Are you having a party?" She teases and Kara blushes.

“Well, sometimes other people are there, but lately it’s just been me.” She can see the pain written on Kara’s face and she resists the urge to question, instead asking -

“What do you need me to bring?"

“Oh! Nothing! Just yourself! And wine, if you want it, I think Alex drank the last bottle I had."

“Wine and myself it is then! What time should I be there?"

“Seven?"

“Sounds fantastic."

“You’re coming?” Kara seems a little bit shocked and Lena laughs.

“This may come as a surprise, but I’m actually a bit of a movie buff."

“Really?” Kara’s eyes crinkle at the edges, and Lena thinks it may be the cutest thing she’s seen.

“Really."

“Any requests then?"

“Have you seen Star Wars?"

Kara looks embarrassed.

“Actually, I have not - despite the bajillion times Winn had tried to get me to."

“You’re literally -“ she lowers her voice to a whisper, “- an alien; and you’ve never seen Star Wars?!"

“Nope.”

“That’s it then, we’re watching Star Wars tonight. I’ll bring my box set."

“You have the box set?"

Lena nods.

“So you’re even more of a geek than I thought! Do you have a pocket protector I can borrow?"

Lena pretends to look through her desk drawers.

“Nope, seems I’m all out, I should get another bulk shipment in on Friday if you can wait that long."

Kara snorts out a laugh, one that shakes her whole body and Lena can’t help but giggle with her.

“Oh, about the umm alien thing. . .” Kara’s voice is serious and Lena tries not to let it dampen her mood - she knows what this is about.

“Kara, I know I caught you off guard last night, and that wasn’t my intention. I can go back to pretending like I’m unaware of your extra-curricular activities."

“No! That’s not what I was trying to say! I just . . . wanted to apologize for not telling you sooner.  It’s not that I don’t trust you; it’s just - well Alex kind of freaks out when people find out I’m . . .” She lowers her voice. “. . .Supergirl. I’m glad that you know, it makes things easier, not having to hide it."

“I can’t imagine having a secret that big. It must be hard to hide away a part of yourself like that."

“Friends make it easier."

“Friends.” She repeats with a smile, one that Kara returns.

“Speaking of friends, I think I owe an apology to some of mine. I’ve been thinking about what you said last night, and I totally over reacted on James and Winn. They deserve my support and let’s face it, their chances are better if I work with them instead of against them."

“They’re lucky to have a friend like you."

“I’m lucky to have a friend like you.” Kara beams, fidgeting with her glasses again. "I should go, but I’ll see you tonight?"

“I’ll be there.” She promises, and Kara’s gone with a wave and a smile.

Oh god, this girl was going to kill her.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Kara’s heart is lighter than it has been in an long time as she flies towards the DEO.

She had forgotten how nice it felt just spend time with a friend and talk things out. No obligations, no pressure of anything more, just full and honest support. Lena had made her feel so much better about things, and she hadn’t been lying about the potstickers either.

Her stomach grumbles at the thought of food, and she makes a mental note to stop for a snack on her way back to CatCo as she lands lightly through the DEO aerial entrance, startled but glad to see James and Winn huddled over one of the computers at the command center.

Looks like she was going to get to talk to them sooner than she thought.

“Hey guys."

They turn, faces guarded, and Winn gives her a small wave before they go back to what they were doing.

“Can we talk?” She tries again.

“Is there anything for us to talk about?” James’ voice is laced with hurt and she winces.

“I need to apologize, actually."

They turn back toward her, Winn in his chair and James taking a seat on the edge of the desk.

“It wasn’t cool that you guys lied to me about the guardian, and frankly I’m still a little upset; but I was talking to Lena last night - "

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Winn holds up a hand. "Lena Luthor?!”

She gave him a pointed look before continuing.

“Lena was saying how I should trust you guys to take care of yourselves and each other and that I shouldn’t let my fear  of you getting hurt ruin our friendship. Not when you’re trying to do something so noble."

“That’s actually really good advice.” Winn observes, looking rightfully scolded.

“So I’m here to say that . . . I support you. And James, if you ever want to train in the Kryptonite room with me . . . I’d be honored."

“I’ll take you up on that.” He promises, before shooting a look at Winn. “And we’re sorry we didn’t tell you about Guardian. We shouldn’t have let it go on as long as it did."

She can almost physically feel the weight being lifted off of her shoulders and she grins, spreading her arms wide.

“Hug it out?"

“Awww yeah! Super friends hugs!” Winn pumps his fist before gathering her and James up in a bear hug. “The troublesome trio is back in business, baby!"

“Troublesome trio?” James sounds skeptical, his chin knocking Kara’s head as he speaks.

“Hey, I couldn’t think of any good ’t’ words okay? Cut me a break, I’m not getting a lot of sleep."

“Aww, poor baby! Vigilante work keeping you up at night.” Kara ruffles Winn’s hair as she pushes them away, grinning.

“Hey! Hey! The hair! The hair!” Win bats her hand away and she laughs.

“Speaking of vigilante work, wanna help us out tonight?” James offers hopefully.

“I can’t, I have plans."

“Plans?"

She starts walking backwards toward the entrance - she does not want to have to get into her friendship with Lena with them; not when they’ve just patched things up.

“Yep! But tomorrow maybe?"

“Tomorrow! Definitely!” Winn shouts after her as she shoots towards the sky.

Things were definitely looking up.