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undergrounddweller89 · 3 years ago

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Okay so as I'm getting ready for bed.

And this just came to my mind

It's bitter sweet and both die from natural causes.

Just let's Say a.i Jack didn't go back to his old self he and his Rhys never went back to Hyperion they just decided to do their own adventure...

Rhys with pointers and help from Jack turns out to be a damn good Vault Hunter but what gets him is age.

He's looking out over some vast green place, lush, pleasant, beautiful, he's seen enough dusty planets where their rivers are made more of blood than water, he's much more scarred, he's tired but lived a satisfactory life.

But he can tell his time is coming, Jack knows it too...he's been flickering at times, he didn't want to admit it, he even made some joke about how it's probably just Rhys losing his marbles and they need to stop knocking around so he can stay functional.

Yes before you ask they're totally in a relationship and Rhys many times has felt like he's the old one and wonders why Jack would like any of this aged worn out sag.

Jack always replies

It's all him baby, he wouldn't want anyone else even if he could...

"You've seen me at my worst and still smiled like there's still something good in me...ya made me wanna find that good ya know kiddo...now I'm not saying I'm saint Jack or anything but...being with you put me more back together than any of those hacks."

Rhys has just come to smile, that youthful twinkle in his eyes that's never left, leaning against a long sniper gun, he's watching the sunset, one leg stretched out, draped in colours of black, red, deep purples, clearly worn from time.

Oh and he definitely grew in that moustache to look tougher, Jack of course teased him for ages, Rhys kept it out of spite but now its come to affectionate bantering on the matter.

Sometimes Jack's even longed to feel it tickle against his upper lip a silly giggle leaving him as he Imagines it'd probably make him sneeze.

Just the little things...

As Jack imitates leaning against one thin wooden pillar outside of their humble cozy little home where his partner sits on the porch in that paint flaked chair, he stares out with him to that perfect horizon.

"You sure you don't want to be hooked up to something...you really want it to end here?"

Jack looks over his shoulder at him

"Where else but in paradise baby, I got a banging view and a gorgeous man by my side what more could the devil ask for in his final moments."

He walks back over by his side, he sits on the floor, looking as if he's resting his weight on his hands one leg out the other folded under him, leaning against his Rhysie of course he phases ever so slightly through him.

Rhys often wished he could just pet Jack's hair, but he still reaches out doing that exactly motion, over time and their connection they're able to feel somethings, due to the natural electrical charge of the mind.

"You told me some years back how there's nothing out there...I know I'll go somewhere, be it below or above...but..."

"Hey now, don't you go worrying about me kiddo...I got my soul right here whether it burns or goes up to those big dumb pearly pearlescent gates in what ever ridiculous bullcrap story that's out there, we're gonna do it together just like everything else...got that kid? "

Silence

"Kid?"

He looks up there's a slight smile meeting him in return but that light is flickering

"Come on Rhys, you wanted to look at paradise when you went, come on lift your head look at that gorgeous sun set!"

Jack let's out a breath despite not needing to breathe when Rhys lifts a hand to touch his face and his eyes water.

"Jack...I am looking at paradise..."

God Jack would do anything, give anything just to kiss him.

He remembered how Rhys had begun to how he ended here, what a fucking adventure it'd been...

Rhys's body collapsed, clattering beside him on the porch his old faithful sniper, Jack did not have time to mourn, he saw his hands deconstructing...laying beside him, he could only smile, it was genuine and heartfelt.

"Told ya I'd follow you kiddo, don't think you'll get this next adventure without me, til death do us part remember I'm always gonna be by your side."

It was a dream of course, an empty wish, but he held onto it desperately while fading from the eyes of heaven right down to the last of his coding.

#Rhys x digi jack #Rhys x Handsome Jack #Borderlands #Tales from the borderlands #Au #It's like the only thing I've written for this ever so shush #Handsome jack #Rhys strongfork

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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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Hi hi hi, First thing, I legit love your theme sm-

Second thing, I was wondering if I could maybe request a fic where Fred is best friends with a gryffindor fem!reader who try’s to stay in the shadows but he and George are basically her best friends who she loves with all her heart bc they treat her kindly and don’t try to over push her limits and Fred always try’s to check up on her every other night because he wants to make sure she doesn’t get too lonely (they have a really fluffy relationship) and time skip to him asking her to the Yule ball and then dancing with her in private where they can still hear the music but where ppl can’t see because he knows she doesn’t like crowds and idrk just fluffy and they end up kissing or smth

Anyway, have a good day and don’t feel pressured to do this okay! Drink some water and eat some food.

hi, darling!!! thank u so much for the request, also if anyone else has sent me a request i’ll be working on them this weekend. i hope this is what you wanted :))

not a yule ball

fred weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: fred and you have your own yule ball.

warnings: food, mentions of loneliness, mentions of claustrophobia, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, fred being a sweet heart, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, mutual pining but freddie being a simp, a KISS, a light slap (like on the chest?), mentions of spiking drinks with alcohol and mentions of a panic attack

word count: 2.2k

“when are you gonna tell her, mate?” george said looking at his ginger twin. “tell who, what?” he said defensively, afraid that he had made his feelings to obvious. “are you forgetting we’re magical twins? i know everything.” george said smugly, smirking and looking back at his newest invention while fred went to lay on his four poster bed.

fred was about to defend himself, lying at the fact his twin caught him dreaming about his crush who also happened to be his bestfriend, besides george of course. “you can barely stomach the thought of her getting pranked, i know you better than yourself it’s not that hard to tell” his twin looked back to his him as fred grumbled something under his breath.

he was about to continue his plea to his fiery headed twin as you, you’re gorgeous locks framing your face, your perfect coloured irises looked for him first, the way your skin looked good in every shade of lighting and the way your figure made its way over to his sitting beside his laying figure.

“you alright, freddie? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” you said looking at the red head confused. his eyes widened before sitting up next to you. “yeah, you alright love? look a bit fidgety.” he said as you were wringing your fingers together and george smirked over to fred before getting up going to the common room.

“alright, i guess. for transfiguration mcgonagall partnered me with people i don’t really know so i have to meet them in the library soon. i dunno, it’s stupid m’just nervous” you mumbled, embarrassed before looking at him. he scooted closer to you and placing a hand on your arm.

“darling, if you want i can talk to her, i mean she favours us gryffindors and i can tell her i’ll lay off the pranks and stuff?” he said quickly before adding, “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” he said in a sorrowful tone, rubbing his hand up and down your arm before pulling you into a hug. his hands rested on your waist as your arms winded their way around his neck and your head on his shoulder.

“no..no... m’fine i’ll just get over it, i have to go but i’ll see you and georgie later?” you said standing up, smoothing down your skirt and walking towards the door. “yeah?” “of course darling, i couldn’t leave you alone even if i wanted too.” and with that you were off to the library. a few seconds later the other mischievous twin apparated into the dorm and pouncing on fred’s bed.

“damn, didn’t know you were that whipped.” george added, with a laugh. “oh, bugger off!” the long haired ginger, yelled hitting george with a pillow.

later that evening fred couldn’t keep his mind off you, and your well being. he always knew that you tended to distance yourself, normally not on purpose but it was a habit that he always wanted to help you break. he knew like it was written on the back of his hand that large crowds made you nervous, he also knew that that when you were nervous you would pull on your favourite ring he made you for your birthday. you tended to like things homemade things rather than store bought, when you were nervous you would bounce your leg to the point where he would have to grab your leg to stop it.

he memorized every quirk, every indication of a mood change and he knew when things were good or bad. he didn’t think he was whipped, he thought this was what friends normally for other friends. that was until he saw you flip your hair a certain way, or loosen that gryffindor tie of yours and he absolutely wanted to kiss you senseless. he hadn’t told you, or george for that matter because he didn’t want to ruin the strong friendship you had built since second year when he helped you through a panic attack after snape had embarrassed you infront of the whole class.

‘maybe i should check on her... i don’t want to be to clingy?’ he thought to himself.

he opted to go to your dormitory, biding past the charm on the staircase and knocking on your door twice, an indication it was him before seeing you on your lay on your twin bed chipping away at your nail polish. “anything you wanna talk about?” he said before hopping on your bed sitting back on your headboard.

“it wasn’t bad, just frustrating.” you said looking into his brown irises through your dark eyelashes. “cormac kept speaking over me, he just kept interrupting and it was frustrating.” you mumbled before looking back at your fingernails.

“you had mclaggen in your group? absolutely not, i’m talking to mcgonagall.” he said, trying to stand up but not before you grabbed his hand pulling it back down. he got flustered at the completely innocent gesture, face flaring up, stomach getting tingly and his heart feeling like it could burst from his chest.

“you freddie, aren’t doing anything.” you sigh, “i’ll just work through it, it’s only a few days.” you giggled before adding, “plus if you’re coming to check on me, then i really don’t mind.” you say scrunching your nose in his direction before padding over to your desk to grab something.

if fred was flustered before, everything that had just occurred inside of his body exhilarated one hundred times harder. you WANTED him to come see you, and check on you. fred was of course, quite the flirt and he mostly new what to say to girls. but with a girl as gorgeous, and caring as you, you had him completely speechless.

“hey- you ate today right? drank water, took care of yourself? i know you forget sometimes, angel...” he said sheepishly fumbling with his ring-clad fingers looking at his lap. you smiled at his ability for care for someone, you of all people, “yeah... yeah, hermione brought me stuff.” you looked at him before grabbing a makeup wipe and looking in the mirror.

“i should- i should go me and george.... are working on a new prank, so i’m gonna go.” he said before walking to the door,

“see you tomorrow, freddie?”

“see you tomorrow, darling.”

the first bit of the semester quickly approached, the sooner you were to christmas, the sooner was... the yule ball. a ball with teenagers, dancing, fancy clothes and people trying to subtly drink alcohol... i mean who wouldn’t love it? you. you definitely did not love it. big sweaty crowds, with music you probably wouldn’t like, and drink spiking with god knows what liquor.

i mean as long as the clothes were ugly you definitely didn’t mind, and seeing fred in a suit was something you also definitely did not mind either but the claustrophobia of it all really made you want to lay in your bed and have a nice and long nap.

george’s reminders of fred’s pining definitely didn’t help either, fred wanted to go with you of course but he also knew that you definitely weren’t fond of big groups. so he had a brewing idea bubbling in that gorgeous mind of his, and the room of requirement. he had went to george with the idea hoping that it was a way to have a fun time in your own way, the more sensitive twin of the bunch agreed it was great idea.

after working on a 4ft scroll for potions, you were about to go find your 2 prankster bestfriends when you heard a double knock at the door and then the creak of it opening. you’re favourite fiery redhead walked in without his normal strut, and padded in nervously with his gaze strictly at the floor before sheepishly looking at you. “are you busy..?” he said before walking closer.

you set your quill down and look back at him and cock an eyebrow, “no...why?” you said nervously, hoping he wasn’t about to prank you considering he hadn’t since the beginning of term.

“i wanted to take you somewhere.., that’s if your not busy” he said interlocking his fingers together looking back at you. “no i’ve just done all my homework..” you stuck your hand out, “take me to the secret man cave where you test all your pranks on the innocent.” you said giggling while he interlocks your fingers together.

you guys roam around the castle till he guides you up the astronomy tower, the sky painted hues of red and orange.

“i’ve never looked at the view from up here...” you say flashing your irises towards him then back at the sunset. “yeah, it’s stunning.” he says, staring directly at your (BEAUTIFULLY CARVED) side profile, “oh yeah, the sunsets alright too” he said with a chuckle, untangling your fingers and brining his arm around your waist.

you look back at the lanky red head before lightly slapping your hand against his chest and looking up at him. “such a flirt, weasley.” you say looking back at the fading sky.

“go to the ball with me.”

“well that’s demanding.”

“well, get a pretty dress, do your hair all nice or don’t you look gorgeous at every moment of the day” fred wasn’t sure where this surge of gryffindor confidence came from, but he wasn’t exactly going to back down now.

“and don’t worry we’re not gonna be around sweaty, horny teenagers... i’ve got a surprise.” he says looking at you with smirk, oh he new you all too well.

“yeah freddie, i’ll go to a not yule ball with you”

then night was tonight, a pretty dress that excentuated every dip, curve and line of your body. you chose gryffindor red for house pride, even thought nobody would see it besides fred. you had done your makeup to perfectly match your completion, and done a hair style that exactly matched the hair type that laid on your head. your tresses, makeup and dress all compliment each-other. you look in the mirror a little more, wringing your fingers together before looking up at the door.

fred opened the door, leaning on its frame. his hair was long, not styled but you had always liked it better messy anyways. he was dressed in brown and black dress robes and if you thought fred was attractive before? you really thought we was beautiful now.

“you’re-... wow. everything is wow, you’re just so beautiful” fred said, looking you up and down analyzing your hair, face, and dress. “freddie, you look... really good” you nervously laughed before walking up to his lanky figure.

he grabbed your hand and brought you through the hallways, he also had made you cover your eyes and guided you once you reached a certain hallway. your movements were put to a halt when he whispered to you that were were almost there, you stood before a few seconds before you heard his footsteps again. ‘was he.... pacing?’ you thought to yourself. he grabbed your hand again before bringing you in a room.

“okay... open your eyes”

you quickly opened your eyes, a giant ballroom, with a instruments charmed to play your favourite music and fred to your left grinning like an idiot.

“oh my merlin.... did you do all this for me?” you say looking at him in the eyes, eyebrows scrunched and tearing welling in your eyes. “sweaty teenagers, bad music and spiked drinks with fire whisky aren’t really your favourite but i still wanted you to have a good evening. so i opted for this.” he said before looking at the floor then back at you.

“fred, i cannot fathom how amazing you are.” you said with a squeal before kissing his cheek and running to the middle of the floor. “c’mon now! don’t waste the music, dance with me!”

and with that, he was off. some songs were fast, some songs were slow. but then your favourite slow song came and he knew no matter how much protesting his brain was saying, george’s little voice was much to over powering. “i can see those gears in your head moving, care to tell me what your thinking about?”

“you.”

“i’m going to need you to elaborate, please.” she always has a smooth way with words, he thought.

“everything, you’re everything. you mean everything to me.” fred definitely wasn’t a nervous, butterfly in the stomach and flustered guy but for for you we was tripping over his feet and becoming beet red at the slightest touch from you.

“kiss me.” for being such a closed off girl, you sure were bold. you said it more of a statement rather than a question but fred didn’t care, in that moment he only wanted to kiss the girl that also wanted to kiss him.

he moved his hand to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. he moved forward engaging you in a kiss, it was slow, passionate and it was something you had been both waiting for. you pulled away for a second to let your lungs breath but not before he captured your lips again moving faster, his grip on your waist tighted.

“merlin, i’ve been waiting to do that”

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arctic-fiction · 3 years ago

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Chapter 4: My Name Is Karah

✨Masterlist✨

Summary: With a blood moon rising, long dead secrets may come to light

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Violence, blood, murder

Wordcount: 2157 (oh boy)

I spent the next few days following Skye around. He noted that someone had cleaned my room after I had left. The idea of The Dark One going through my stuff left a sour taste in my mouth. The days dragged their feet forward, and I saw that Skye still had many questions swirling in his mind that he refused to speak. As if not voicing them would make everything disappear. It felt better this way, pretending nothing had changed. We slept, ate and prayed together. During the day I helped him and the other Acolytes tend to the sanctum, and at sunset he helped me get ready for ceremonies.

"I heard the Timekeepers talking about a blood moon tonight," Skye said as he helped me into my ritual gown.

“Why wasn’t I told before?” I asked

“I don’t know, I only heard about it from other Acolytes. Can you sit down? I wanna do your hair next.”

He sectioned off my hair into four and braided each part tightly to my head. I grabbed a small glass container with dark blue paint in it and a small brush and painted my lips and lines around my eyes. We both worked in silence until he spoke again: "Do you think you're up for it?"

"Do I have a choice?"

He grimaced. "I’m just trying to help. You don’t look well.”

“I’m fine.”

“Is that why I wake up to you screaming in the middle of the night?”

I stood up. “Get out.”

“But I’m not finished y-”

“I don’t care, I’ll do it myself.”

“You can’t lift your-”

“Leave me alone, Skye!”

He looked at me with his mouth agape, before muttering a ‘fine’. He slammed the door shut behind him. I still held the glass container in my hand and with a frustrated groan threw it against the opposite wall. The glass cracked and the paint splattered against the white stone. I caught my reflection in the mirror, and a bitter flavour settled into my mouth. The stiff, itchy golden fabric of the dress suffocated me. The sleeves were too tight and the skirt was too long. At least it didn’t have a high collar, like Skye’s robe had, rather it hung loosely over my exposed shoulders. As if to make space for the wings I miss.

As I finished the braids Skye started, someone knocked on the door. An Acolyte I had never seen before told me it was time, and to follow them. The Sanctum was bathed in the dim red light of the blood moon. Barely any candles were lit and the entering Acolytes wore veils to dim their own lights. The altar had been moved to the centre of the room, directly under the clear skylight in the middle of the stained glass ceiling.

After I took my seat on the altar The High Priestess started to preach. During a Blood Moon, the line between Order and Chaos was at its thinnest. The Dark One had poisoned the White Lady’s heart, weakening her watchful gaze upon us. It was up to us to keep Chaos at bay. When she finished speaking she gestured for me to rise from my spot, and for two Acolytes to bring her the tools for the coming ritual; a large porcelain bowl with a lid on it and a dagger.

“The only way we can protect ourselves now-” she said, as she took the lid of the bowl- “the water of the gods and the blood of the saviour.”

The water shined with the same intensity as it did in the Lunar Pools, even with such a small amount. Its blue light drowned out the dim red of the blood moon. The High Priestess handed me the dagger. It felt light in my hand. It had a simple curved grip and a red gem on its pommel. I took the blade in my right hand and cut the palm of my left, letting the silver liquid drip into the bowl. With each drop the water changed colour. From blue to yellow, to green and finally red before all evaporating into the air in a silver cloud.

The Acolytes started to sing a hymn. The words and notes sounded warped to me. The floor seemed to sway underneath my feet. The dagger slipped from my hand and I grabbed hold of the altar, knocking the porcelain bowl off it. It loudly crashed on the floor, and all the Acolytes stopped dead in their tracks. They stared at me with wide eyes and bated breath, waiting for what was to follow. I didn’t dare move. My heart was hammering against my chest, feeling like it would burst at any second.

“Out!” The High Priestess yelled, “Everybody Out!”

The Acolytes ran out the room like startled deer, not wanting to see what was to come. I watched the last one scurry off and close the doors behind them. Behind me I heard metal scraping against the stone floor.

I turned around to face her and pleaded: "I-I'm sorry High Priestess, it was an accident I-"

"Enough-" she pushed me against the altar- "Do you have any idea what you have done?" She pressed the tip of the dagger underneath my eye. My hands instinctively flew up to protect my throat.

“But I completed the ritual!”

The High Priestess scowled and lunged the knife at me. I squeezed my eyes shut awaiting the pain.

“What the…” she said. When I opened my eyes I couldn’t believe what I saw. The Dark One was there, twisting her arm away from me and forcing her to drop the dagger.

“Run,” he said, and I sprinted out the Sanctum as fast as my legs could carry me.

My bedroom had never looked as safe as that night. I locked the door and slid down against it. I let out a shaky breath and softly prayed to the moon spirit for protection.

“That’s not going to help, you know,” The Dark One said as he appeared near the window.

“Go away,” I said.

“I think you still owe me a ‘Thank you.’”

“I said go away.”

"Come on now, Darling-"

"Don't call me that!" I stood up.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’m not the monster you think I am.”

“Your words mean nothing.”

He walked over to me. His chest almost touched mine. I pressed my back against the door in an attempt to get some distance between us. He raised his hand and I flinched. His touch burned my skin as his fingers traced along my throat.

“You can’t even imagine what I would give to get my body back. To have a pulse again-” he paused his movements- “harming you isn’t on that list. I lashed out at you, and I shouldn’t have.”

“You don’t think I'll forgive you just like that, do you?”

“I’m not asking you for your forgiveness, all I want is for you to trust me.”

“Trust you!? You’ve hurt me, and threatened my only friend. You pry at my inner thoughts, and yet you won’t tell me anything. Your very existence is a threat to everyone around me. Why on earth should I trust you?”

“Darling…”

“No! I am the Light-bearer and you will address me as such.”

“You are not the Light-bearer because that’s what they called me!”

“What?” I whispered. “You- you’re lying.”

He took a step back. “Why would I lie? What would I gain from lying now?”

“I don’t know… But how?”

“You don’t believe I was always like this do you? I was alive. Really, truly alive. Freer and fuller than you have ever been.”

“But, I’m alive.”

He chuckled. “You’re not, darling. None of you are. You have never felt the full extent of your senses. The warmth of the sun, or the rain rolling down your face. A perfect, walking doll with no soul. Tell me dear, what's better? To be perfect and soulless, or to have flaws and be alive?”

“You were one of us, weren’t you?”

He said nothing and avoided my eyes. “It’s late, you should go to sleep,” he eventually said.

“Answer my question.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I have all night,” I sat down on my blankets.

He sighed but relented. “What’s the story you’ve heard about me?”

“What does that have to do with it?” He stared at me blankly.

“Right, dumb question. Uh…” I dug deep into my memories, “there were these two great spirits named Aurel and Yana who created the universe. They had seven children who became the planets in the sky. They created the earth and our ancestors and then took their place as the sun and the moon. At some point their only son became jealous of the attention Aurel and Yana gave us so he corrupted our hearts with chaos. Big celestial war ensues, but they couldn’t kill him because he’s immortal so they sealed his soul into a young girl for safekeeping I guess.”

“And those children, what were their names?”

“Uhh I think they were called Ivis, Viona, Tamis, Merea, Xemtia, Ipsen and Karah. Why?”

He grimaced “My name is Karah.” He sat down across from me and started telling me his story.

“I was born here, 3954 years ago. I grew up running through the same halls you and your friend did; unbound from any form of divine fate. The movements of the stars and the planets didn’t matter to me, it seemed so far removed from my reality. So, I trained to be a healer. Medicine, it felt more tangible, more impactful to me. The phases of the moon didn’t help the sick or the injured. I did. I was happy.”

“What changed?”

“There was..a plague. Even after all this time, I still don’t know what it was. The infection ate away at the afflicted’s skin and muscles, leaving nothing but dry bones behind. Once infected, you had less than a week to live. I worked day and night in the Infirmary, to find treatment and to ease their suffering. In the end, it got me too. As I laid there, feeling my skin slowly burn away, I got a vision. Aurel visited me in my dreams and forgave my youthful arrogance and dismissal of him and Yana. He called me the Light-Bearer, a giver of new life. He blessed me with a second chance for me and the afflicted. When I woke up, the pain was gone.”

“That’s good, right?”

“In the moment it was. When I fully realised what had happened I had the overwhelming compulsion to reach out to the bed next to me. As if my soul knew what to do before my mind had comprehended the task. I laid my hands on them, and a cocoon of gold light enveloped them. After the light faded, all traces of the disease had faded away. I was ecstatic, but also terrified.”

“Why?”

“Aurel’s blessing…it changed us. We weren’t the same beings as before. We weren’t Children of the Light anymore and those that were saw us as outsiders. I knew deep down that they would look to me for guidance, but I’m not a leader, and I never wanted to be. We hoped to live in peace amongst them, or in our own community. In hindsight it was foolish to believe such a thing. They cast us out, and when they decided that wasn’t enough, they burnt down our houses and slaughtered everyone in sight. But not me. I had to watch. She saved me for last."

"She?"

"That godforsaken High Priestess. She killed my lover in front of me before impaling me with a spear. Do you know what it feels like to die? To drown in your own blood, as your heart tries to fight against itself?" A few tears rolled down his face.

"I…"

"She stabbed me over, and over, and over again and it still wasn't enough to kill me. She stole my soul and trapped me in a newborn. For centuries I've been waiting, and now thanks to you I can have my revenge."

“I can’t believe it,” I whispered, staring into my lap. “Everything I’ve ever known is a lie.”

“Don’t lie to yourself now, darling. You never believed a word of it.”

“But why? Why would they lie?”

“Because we didn’t fit in with their story. And because they couldn't destroy everything I stood for, they wrote me in as the villain of their facade.”

I frowned and played with the sleeve of my gown. Outside the window the first rays of dawn were creaking in.

“You don’t believe me.”

“I need time to think.”

“You need rest.” I laid down on my blankets and watched him rise from the ground.

“Hey, uh Karah. Thank you for saving me, and apology accepted.”

“Goodnight little one.” He disappeared into the shadows.

HOLY CRAP that took me so long to write! I really hope this chapter isn't just a Wall of Exposition(tm) Anyway, comment, like that sort of a thing

Bye~~

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willsimpforazula · 4 years ago

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Sokkla Month Day 19: Twilight

A/N: Something hot and steamy and actually coherent, unlike whatever it was that I uploaded last night. Anyways, bone apple tea or whatever it is the zoomies say these days.

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Somewhere in the Fire Nation archipelago

Basking in the dying rays of the sun as it slowly inched its way reluctantly past the horizon, Azula let her feet trail in the crystal clear waters, eyes fixed on the vivid hues that painted the sunset in vivid colours. Where the sunlight's reach merged with the unchanging inky darkness that heralded the coming of night, the stars in their multitudes were slowly taking up their positions.

Raising a hand, she idly traced a random path across some of the more prominent stars, before placing it back down on the deck. Just then, she heard a familiar voice call out to her "You might wanna reel your toes back in some, the fishes are particularly active 'round this time."

Raising her head, she turned towards the source of the voice and found her partner busy rigging up the sleek vessel for the night. Gazing at him, she took in his toned naked form and blushed slightly as it brought to mind the fact that not ten minutes ago, she was screaming his name as they made intense passionate love all over the pristine white deck of the vessel. In the multicoloured rays of the twilight, the plethora of scars and muscle blending in with his dusky skin tone made him look irresistible and she felt once more a familiar heat pooling in her.

"Hello? Azula? Princess Firefly? Are you here?" "Wh-what?" she stammered.

"Looks like someone's distracted." he teased, as he moved to fix up something to eat for the both of them.

"Was not!"

"So you say, missy, so you say. But for real, I wouldn't leave my toes hanging out in the water for long."

Pulling her feet back on to the vessel, she asked "And what makes you say that?"

"Let's just say your brother didn't exactly heed my advice and almost lost his hand to some hungry fish. Then again, they say it is during this hour that the lines between the spirit and the human realms are at its most porous."

"Really now?" she scoffed.

"I mean, that's what the elders told me. Never really saw a reason to deny it. You lived on a ship for a while, you should know there's always some kernel of truth to sailor's superstitions."

"Alright alright, I'll keep my feet on deck if it keeps you happy." Even as she did so, she couldn't help but feel a slight tug on her small toe as she lifted her feet out of the waters. Choosing to keep it to herself lest he gave her an 'I told you so' look, she made her way to where Sokka was and wrapped herself around him, the sweat and sea spray melding their bare skin together as they watched the sun finally slip beneath the waves.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you."

"Mmm, keep talking to me like that…." she whispered huskily in his ear. In a flash, she found herself pinned against the sliding glass panes of their cabin, heart, mind and soul totally enraptured by the man with cerulean eyes tenderly making love to her, keeping time with the steady lap of the seas against the hull even as the skies finally turned from orange and yellow to a dim twilight blue.

#sokkla #smut #sokka x azula #sokkla month #day 19 #boat sex???#idk what am I writing anymore

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brooklynislandgirl · 4 years ago

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~Quietly, in the Lower Garden District~

~Colour~

The man behind the counter is ready to reach over and strangle her. She can see it in his expression, so put upon by each time she shakes her head and asks if she can have another sample made. She almost wishes he would try, he'd lose more than the hour that she's been at this. That might be uncharitable of her but the man reminds her of the kind of person who, when not wearing his little vest, is exactly the kind of person who sees Beth and Anakin walking down the street together and curls a lip, makes passing commentary to other middle-age white guys. Too poor, too weird, too questionably ethnic to suit them. The kind of person who would walk faster when it got dark, or would lock up before they could make it to a door. There's more of those than either one of them care to acknowledge, and the irony is almost delicious. Except that sometimes Anakin cannot help but to be very aware of that kind of prejudice and it really takes another chunk out of his self-confidence.

"Allow me to explain again," she says softly, in crisp and enunciated haole. "I said I want a very specific shade of blue. A hint of royal with a tinge of cadet number five. Then mix at the edges a touch of Prussian and just enough Turkish Steel to give that depth soft edges. Then overly sky atop it all. Or better yet, please find me a customer service specialist who can, in fact, understand what I am looking for because clearly? You're not it." That might be her fault, she does want to paint the living room the exact shade of Anakin's eyes.

~Song~

She doesn't play as well as Andy could, and she would never be a singer though she enjoyed it maybe because it was more about intent than execution, one of the few things that held true in absolute. And sometimes neither one really mattered when he folded himself up like an envelope just so he could rest his head against her chest and instead of plucking strings, she only ran fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and she focuses hers across the back yard. Beyond the pool and past the grass. Colours blur and fade and there's a ripple of dissonance within the Tapestry to make a boundary between what is solid and inflexible and what is hidden in a space outside of the Tellurian. Words they don't use in every day conversation. She isn't quite singing now instead humming a tune that would reveal more than maybe they're ready to dive into. Other words they don't use, either. Her palm comes to rest on his brow as tender as she knows how. The other reaches around him to tuck one of the knitted blankets around him. He doesn't seem to mind the combination of warmth between herself and the acrylic, is maybe the only other person who could be cold in anything else less than 80 degrees and 90% humidity. It takes an infinite amount of patience, skill, and mana to redirect the rain to a different part of the city. He'll forgive her weariness even if he doesn't understand why she will go to bed early, sleep in late. And that's okay. He doesn't need to know. It's better if he doesn't, it would spoil the gift. 'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home.

~Scent~ The balcony door is open letting muggy air move sluggishly in through the French doors. Beneath her the bed is a little too stiff for comfort. Her laptop almost too warm as it rests on her thighs and only serves to remind her that she should probably get out of the charcoal grey suit she's wearing. She closes the screen and pulls her glasses off, raising them so they rest in her hair. Takes a sip of the wine she'd bought at...some store she won't remember the name of... but that came recommended by the bellhop.

She didn't have the forethought before leaving for Baton Rouge to steal borrow something to bring along. For reasons that she didn't want to explain because there's no very polite way to explain she's grown used to having him sleep beside her. That there's something soothing that comes wafting up from his skin the closer he gets, arm wrapped around her, leg half thrown over. At the end of a day there's his natural chemistry that mixes with clean laundry and cigarette smoke, something sweet and spicy from his preferred night cap. Sometimes there's blood. Sometimes the distinct smell of wood or metal from something he's working on for himself, the kind of tinkering that seems to bring him peace like nothing else can. There isn't an exact name for it but she can recognise it at a thousand paces. It makes her want to burrow furtively into his chest cavity and find some way to live inside of that newly hollowed out space. Maybe just thinking about it was all she needed. Maybe it's some new kind of magick trick. Regardless, she'd managed to doze off just long enough to be startled when the door of her hotel room clicks shut and he's there. Pulled out of her day dreams and turned into flesh. With exactly the kind of apologetic grin she's become as familiar with as she is the smell of him. "Guess, I jus' couldn't sleep." And she knows there's more going on behind the sheepish look, and the way he stands at a polite distance away, maybe waiting for permission. She doesn't say a word. Only turns down the previously pristine other side of the bed before slipping from hers. The white silk blouse hits the floor seconds before she disappears into the bathroom.

~Meme~ She eyes Anakin. Looks at her phone. Back and forth for five solid minutes before she just starts giggling. Which turns into a laugh.

~Sound~ It's those little sub-vocalisations that get her. Every near guttural groan, every single one of those breathless whimpers that cling to the edges of her senses soft as cobwebs or hard as thunder. There are so many layers between them, so much context to be drawn from even a half of a sigh. They are a siren song even if she doesn't know what rocks he wants her to dash herself on.

~Setting~

She cringes. "I don' wanna tell ya." He's helping her work on a psychological profiling assessment that's required of her continuing education class, which is all part of her professional development. But she's worried because it's going to sound incredibly racist, coming as it is not from a white-passing woman of colour but one of incredible privilege who absolutely knows what it's going to sound like. But she cannot resist the look of self-accusation and anxiety that creeps into his micro-expressions and doing anything else would feel incredibly dishonest. Something she doesn't want to foster in him. "Somewhere 'round sunset. Da bayou waddah look like it on fire. Dere's some soft Zydeco music goin' on in da backdrop. Air's hot an' heavy like steam 'tween lovers an' if ya real quiet, can hear da bayou jus' come alive wi' oddah souls. Dere's pirogues bobbin' along, an' you can smell some ono grindz cookin' somewhere. Spanish moss all hangin' down from cypress an' willow trees. A mixture of old spirituals an' dat beautiful, melodic pidgin dat get spoke down dere...I know is nevah really li'dat.... also make me t'ink of witch blood an' Mokole dat pass as gators... all dem ghosts an' da kine ya nevah can put ya finger on but dat give ya chicken skin jus' t'inkin' 'bout..." ~Fashion Style~

Clothes litter her floor. Flung without a care to their resting places. Some on the edge of her bed or the arm of a chair. Suits and jeans and tee-shirts. Undergarments and socks. Like some small hurricane exploded out of the closet, just with less water. There's sarongs too. Luau shirts that just aren't him. Shoes too. Finally, she steps back and examines her handiwork. A frame work of satin boxers that will caress the most delicate parts of him without bunching or pinching. An accent of which are picked up in the suit lapels and bow tie. White shirt, black buttons. Silver cuff-links. Socks that are thin as a Friday night prayer, and absolutely voluptuous Paolo Scafora oxfords in a blue so dark they look black at first glance, polished to a mirror gloss. Dior and Stefano Ricci. Famous labels from famous houses of style.

If the gala wasn't required...Anakin wouldn't be seeing the light of day and there'd be very different reasons the clothes would be laying scattered about.

But she kind of also misses that scruffy plain, slightly tattered tee-shirt and skinny jeans even she would have a hard time getting up past her own hips, and questionably aged converse. Aesthetically speakin, Anakin is ever clothing designer's wet dream and she has never wanted to be a circular scarf more in her life. "Wow. Jus'....wow." ~Feeling~

"Belonging."

It's all she says before she kisses him. Softly and sweetly, a little wet from a stray tear that slips down between their lips. Admitting this is admitting that maybe, just maybe, she loves him, too. Which puts a countdown on everything. Which means that he's going to find the wherewithal to leave her and to take with him every that makes her feel even the littlest bit real. She doesn't know if she'll survive the loss, so it's best that she make the most of it before he goes. ~Animal~ "If you were one dem changing breeds? You'd be a were-fossa. Dey are dese medium sized ....well. Dey kinda look like cats, but also...dey don't. Related to da civet but also like...mongooses. Mongeese? Wha'evah. Dey from Madagascar. Da Malagasy got kapu of a kind an' actually are sorta afraid of dem, an' wi' good reason...dey carnivorous ay-eff." She glances over. "Don' laugh! Dey beautiful an' rare an' I really like dem a lot. An' I'm not gonna tell ya any more about dem. Gonna make a new animal, an' call it a' Anakin." There is every possibility that she will do this. Some day.

~Holiday~ Christmas. It will always be Christmas. Not the lights and snow and carollers, though there's plenty of that to go around. Not the chill and dank air, not the interminably long night, not even because of gifts. It's not a childhood of Santa surfing or canoeing, and it isn't sandcastles and malasadas left by the lanai doors from Hawai'i, either. Maybe it's a touch of the peace and goodwill often associated with the season, and how he came to find her when he needed her the most. But if she had to give just one reason, it's that he brought her back a sense of wonder that she'd thought was lost when her world had shattered. He took something terrible and turned it into something beautiful. That isn't an ordinary, every day kind of magick and she doesn't know how she will ever be able to express her love and gratitude for him.

"Wha'ya t'ink about mebbe da Bahamas dis year? Get out of da city for a lil while, I promise I won' make ya go for da beach."

~Season~

When Beth thinks of seasons, she thinks of it being a mainland phenomenon. Her own islands only really have two: Kau from May to October, where everything is beautiful and averages about 85 degrees give or take, and Ho'oilo from November to April when the best tides bring in the biggest waves. It's only cooler by about ten degrees. Which is maybe why she always feels so cold so far away from home. And why she likes it here so much. She knows other places have as many as six seasons, broken up into more agricultural and solar tied patterns of weather and climate and sometimes even just spiritual nature. But taking all of Anakin into account, she would have to say... "Monsoon. It's da time of life-giving rains. But also it can be dangerous for the same reason. Cool but lingers along your skin. An' it's somet'ing I keep wi' me always, waitin' for it."

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vocalyunho · 5 years ago

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Warm Sunset

Pairing: Hongjoong x Female Reader Genre: fluff, smut Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: explicit unprotected sex

Anon who requested this, I hope it’s okay that the reader doesn’t paint a portrait of Hongjoong, but smth that reminds her of him.

Hongjoong’s birthday is next week and he’s always talked about how he’d love to have one of your paintings in his apartment...to admire it whenever he wanted, to always remember how talented of a girlfriend he has, to have it on the wall so everyone can see it and, maybe, now it’s time to create something absolutely and only for him.

Since you’re living alone in an apartment that’s more than enough for one person, you’ve turned one of the biggest rooms into your personal atelier. It’s not a massive workplace, it’s just a little bigger than a normal bedroom, but it fits all your art belongings perfectly. However, it’s not the cleanest place someone would lay eyes on...paint has gotten everywhere through the years and canvases lie here and there on every corner of the room. The tools are, also, soiled with paint because most of them have been with you since when you started painting but, truth is, you love seeing them like this...they show the hard work you’ve put into all your paintings even if they turned out to be beautiful in your eyes or not.

Being a Sunday today, you had the entire day to yourself...Hongjoong would probably come over during the evening to spend the night there, but you will have already stopped working on the painting by then. You started working on his painting last week and, even if you don’t work on it every single day, you’re on a good path and it’ll probably be ready by the day you’ll give it to him.

The painting is a landscape, a landscape of an- untouched by humanity- island. With its crystal waters shining and the sun setting and colouring the sky with millions of different hues of orange and yellow. The flora is rich with many trees and some flowers here and there that create a beautiful contrast with the colours of the sky. This landscape is him. He’s colourful and beautiful inside and out. He’s a peaceful place that you always wish to be around. He’s so pure, like he’s never been touched by the seaminess of the world. He’s a warm sunset in the middle of the summer, with a slight breeze that smoothly touches your face and gives you the feeling of a beautiful dizziness.

You were painting a number of trees when the door of the atelier opened and you turned around to face Hongjoong.

“I knew you’d be in here” he says and the corners of his lips curl up.

“I- yeah...I’m painting” you laugh, kind of nervously.

You had forgotten you had given each other a second key to your apartments and he could come in anytime with it, but you thought he’d come over much later.

“I thought you’d come over in the evening”

“yeah, that’s what I did”

“what?”

“it’s 6:30 Y/N” he said laughing “look at the clock”

“OH hahah, I lost track of time” you set the brush and paints down slowly and make your way towards him so that you’ll both leave the room without him asking about your painting, but that failed.

“what are you painting today?”

“oh it’s just...a present for a friend”

“it must be a dear friend...you have paint all over your clothes and face, baby” he laughed.

“really? I didn’t realise” you tried wiping your face while standing on the door.

“wait...is that sea I see? Is that an island?” he walks towards the canvas.

fuck.

“hah yes...my friend reminds me of...pretty islands and warm sunsets”

“that’s cute”

“why don’t we go now?”

“no, keep painting...I didn’t wanna distract you”

“you already did though”

“oh I’m sorry, do you want me to leave?”

“nonono I didn’t mean it like that...uh fine sit on the couch and I’ll go back to the painting, you might get bored though”

“there’s no way I’ll get bored of seeing you creating”

You felt a burn in your stomach, he’s so cute...

At least he didn’t ask anything else about the painting, but you didn’t wanna seem suspicious so inviting him to just stay there was the best option now...

You went back to the canvas, brush and paints in your hands again and kept creating tiny trees, but without even realising you kept looking back at Hongjoong...it must have been instinctive, since this is for him.

“what?” he laughed at some point.

“I’m sorry...you just inspire me” you said facing the canvas again.

“aww my baby is getting inspired by me”

He got up and walked up to you to give you a back hug.

“has anyone ever told you how cute and hot you look all concentrated?” he kissed your neck and you shivered.

“n-no”

“well, I am telling you right now”

“thank you”

“that’s all? not a kiss, not a lil grind, no nothing?” he lowered his hands to your sides.

“I’m trying not to get distracted, like you said Hongjoong”

“I did? A little break is never bad, then” he said and started kissing the place under your ear as his hands caressed your sides slowly. You let your head fall on his shoulder and your eyes fell shut.

He hadn’t realised that you still had the paints and brush on your hands and when he turned you around to get you closer, the palette got squeezed between your bodies and colours darted on both the floor and your faces and clothes.

“HONGJOONG”

“I’ll clean that later” he said and took the palette and brush off you hands fast and placed them on your desk. You checked the canvas to make sure paint wasn’t thrown on it, but before you were even 100% sure, Hongjoong cupped your cheeks and smashed his lips on yours. He didn’t hesitate a bit and turned the kiss into a sloppy make out session. He’s giving open mouthed kisses and so are you, giving him the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. He didn’t stay there for long though and the moment he bit on your lower lip, a moan escaped from your lips, making him smile against you.

“that’s exactly what I wanted to hear” he said and slightly, but forcefully, pulled your hair back to expose your neck to him.

“fuck” you exhaled and when you felt his lips on your neck, you knew he would try to hold back his bites and that’s what he did. Every time he’d bite with a little more pressure, he’d instantly stop at the best part, but you were not having it.

“It’s okay Hongjoong, I can cover it”

“Are you sure?”

“yeah”

He bit on the side of your neck and you felt your knees weaken, but tried to hold onto his shirt for support. He harshly sucked on the place, making your eyes fall shut and driving moans out of you, which got mixed with his sounds against your neck. You really needed some support right now, something you can lean on because his shirt wasn’t enough. So, when he nibbled on your skin and you felt your head fall all the way back, you guided him backwards till his back touched the wall, where the canvas stood on the left and a big window on the right.

He drew his head back to admire his own canvas and your eyes snapped open, only to see him smiling at his creation. He looks so pure, like he didn't just mark your neck or like his boner isn't brushing against your thigh in need of friction.

"lie on the sofa" you told him and the smile on his face turned into a smirk, like he knew he was about to have a good time.

He immediately did as you told him and after pulling his and your own pants off, you climbed on the free place between his legs.

"look, I've never sucked someone off on my workplace and you know that..." you said as you pulled his underwear down, freeing his member and letting it hit against his stomach.

"...but there's always a first time for everything, I guess" you tapped his tip on the last words and started pumping him slowly, adding more and more pressure on each pump, until you took him in your mouth.

He inhaled loudly and supported his body on his elbows to watch your every move, as you twirled your tongue around his width. You didn't force yourself to take him all in, your hand can do just fine on the part that won't be in your mouth, so you started blowing him. Your head is moving fast in all directions on his shaft and his head fell back as a loud moan left his lips. You leave him just for a second to get the wetness all over his dick, but as you pump him, pre-cum leaks from his tip.

"oof baby, why are you so quick today?"

He didn't have the time to answer as you took him in your mouth again, bobbing faster now while your hand is massaging the lower part of his member.

"fuuck, just like that baby" he groaned and his eyebrows furrowed.

You kept going, bobbing faster and faster and your hand squeezed on his base, until a wave of praises mixed with curses fell from his lips and his legs started trembling. When he throbbed in your mouth and gasped, you stopped, trying to prevent his orgasm. He let his body fall on the sofa as his chest is rising and falling fast.

"why are you so good at this?" he said through sharp breaths and with a quick move, he pulled your legs making you lie down this time.

"I'm good too, though", he's hovering above you.

"I know-" his hand flew to your clothed centre and you gasped as he started massaging your clit with his thumb. His left hand lifted your shirt and you took it off, letting him caress your lower stomach. The bundle of nerves on your clit is going crazy and you can feel your thighs starting to slightly tremble as low moans are leaving your lips.

"Hongjoong n-no...I dont wanna come yet" you whisper, grabbing his wrist to stop him and keep him in place.

"don't worry babygirl, I'd stop anyways" he said and before you could even come down, he slid your panties to the side as he smoothly pushed in without warning. Your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat at the sudden stretch, but his eyebrows also furrowed at the feeling.

"ffu-uck" you cried and he kept pushing in, slowly and steadily until he bottomed out.

When he did, he came close to your face brushing his lips on yours “I won’t be gentle, princess” and pulled almost all the way out to thrust in fast.

A whimper found its way out of your throat and his hand travelled up to wrap around your neck. This made a smile appear on your lips and you felt your core getting wetter. He started thrusting slow but hard and the force of his hips could be heard on the way your skin slapped against each other.

“a-ahh, yess”

He moved faster without pulling out more than halfway before he thrusted back in again. His fingers around your throat tighten with every louder groan he lets out and his pace is fast enough to make you see stars. The blood runs fast through your brain and your moans have turned into a distant echo in your ears.

“Hongjoong, fasterr-” he shoved himself into you harder and your cries got mixed with high-pitched moans. You couldn’t control your vocals, it’s like every thrust pushed a louder moan out of you and every whimper of his got you closer and closer.

“do you- like this-?” His fingers on your neck tighten.

“yess-”

The sofa moves along with his movements, his grunts are strained and his dick starts twitching unexpectedly. He’s pounding into you and you can feel your walls clenching leading you to feeling every ridge of his cock drag along. Your cries and his moans are in unison and fill the silent room, but when you let your orgasm get over you, he quiets himself down. It’s like he’s pressing himself not to make any loud noises, just to hear yours. He’s heaving through his nose, as your colours get all over his size and before you were done, he reaches his own climax, throbbing uncontrollably and mixing your liquids together. Incoherent syllables leave his mouth and his hold around your throat gets loose, while the orgasm washes over him. Your cries stopped getting louder as you’re panting now and when he slowly pulls out, the sudden emptiness feels weird. He lies on you, with his head buried in your shoulder, still breathing fast.

“I’ve never done this in here” you say.

“I know, baby”

“By the way, thank you in advance for this beautiful painting” he smiles and gives a kiss on your shoulder.

“w-what painting?” your eyes widen and you’re glad he’s facing the other way.

“you’ve told me before that I’m your warm sunset and that’s what you said when I asked you about the painting too”

“FUCK”

“It’s really pretty, really...but not as pretty as your eyes” he said and faced you. Your heart skipped a beat, but you laughed it off.

He’s still so pure...like he didn’t just fuck you on the sofa of your workplace, with paint on your clothes and faces as the sun is setting. Maybe he really is your warm sunset...

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #hongjoong smut #hongjoong fluff #painter reader oof #kpop fic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop scenarios

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lynenspray · 5 years ago

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┗𝗦 masterlist

regularly updated when new content gets uploaded! please check out my rules as well if you have any requests.

hello!

they/them. 21+.

red velvet nsfw content. minors are not welcome on my blog or any of my pages. i also post on asianfanfics where my sponsors get early access.

dont forget to read my rules for requests ^o^

drabbles

originals

wenrene - greedy

wenseul - i know all your favourite spots

wenseul - alleyway sunsets (collab with irwen-s)

seulrene - there’s something in the water + part 2

seulrene - let’s get physical

yerene - age gap sugar mommy au

au series

legacy (CEO!yerim au)

like a flower in june (wenseulrene age gap swingers au)

knight-dames and royalty series (joyrene seulrene regency au)

requests

seulrene

- touch me ‘til i find myself

wenrene

- say it with your hands (slow)

- been savin’ this for you

- i wanna study every inch of you

- alive at midnight

- ‘til my dying day

wenseul

- you’re the living proof

- switching the positions for you

joyrene

- let’s close this distance + part 2

- no such thing as bad thoughts

joygi

- right now i’m shameless + part 2

- i can’t make this wrong when i see your face

- a sneak peek when you freak

- hold me up (tie me down)

wenjoy

- something lifts us off the ground

- tell me they’re your favourite

- caught up in your game + part 2 + part 3 + extra cut

- paint me up

yerene

- nothing on me but you

wenjoyrene

- a deep colour called you

#masterlist

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michelle-ko-i · 4 years ago

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Through the vines and the trees, Cole and I finally make it to the beach, and run through the sand, and slowly make my way into the water, as Erina fights off the rest of the monkeys that stand at the edge of the jungle. With the morphling in my arms, I lie her down gently into the water, and let the blood from her neck wash away in the saltwater. Her breaths are short and weak, staggering and soft, but I try to keep her calm, and look down at her, and see in the dim morning light that she’s covered in mud, and was most likely camouflaged in the vines before popping out and saving my life.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, despite knowing the opposite. I support her head, letting her see the changing sky. “Just keep breathing.” Her breathing is harsh and airy, weakening as the seconds go by, and I see Cole’s face and he shows despair and doubt in his eyes, as he sits by her side, and then I notice the light emerging from the horizon. “Wanna see something?” I tell her, and she just looks at me. “Look up.” And I see her eyes shift to the colourful sight beside me. “See all of those colours? Amazing right? Don’t worry about anything else,” I tell her. “I’ll be right here with you.” And she almost smiles at me. The sky glows in pink and orange, with a hint of blue painted over the clouds that seem like silver brush strokes over the pastel sky. Sunsets and sunrises are always my favourite to paint, as they can be any colour, and are always different than the last, and I only wish that this woman can see one for a final time.

Her breathing gets weaker, and weaker, and soon, her eyes look up, and she gives out one last timid breath of air, and then stops. Her grip on my arms loosens, and she’s still, her eyes remaining open, looking out to the abyss. My chest begins to grow with weight and sinks me closer to her, and I feel the sorrow begin to consume me. The tears settle in my eyes, and the cannon fires. I let her go gently, and let the waves of the water carry her away, as a hovercraft appears in the distance, and picks her up with a claw from the hatch. They pick up her body, and bring her inside, and carry her away.

Cole and I stand in the water, and let the waves crash against us. My shoulders feel as if they're made of concrete, and I hear the waves crashing like paper being crushed into a ball. The sound of birds flying overhead, their songs and their squawks all I hear.

Cole had Hare, and I had her. If only I could’ve known her name, or something more about her. I wished we could’ve connected. But I guess we had something we enjoyed, and we enjoyed it together: painting. And if only, her family and her friends will understand my grief, but also how such a wonderful woman she was. Is. I don’t know.

“I can’t believe she sacrificed herself for me and I didn’t even know her name.” I say to myself, hoping Cole hears.

Cole looks at me in a confused matter. “You think she sacrificed herself?”

“Seemed like it.” I shrug.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” He ponders.

He’s right, it doesn’t make any sense. The thought that three people already had tried to keep me alive is baffling. First Erina revived me, then Woven died in the fog so she could carry me, and now the gentle morphling—who stood in front of a maneating monkey and got mauled, saving my life. Something is strange. These sorts of actions aren’t at all common in the Games. Even to people who know each other, and I had a feeling something was going on.

THE ASSAULT

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lunatens · 4 years ago

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aesthetic tag

tagged by @ggulovebot thaNK U MIMU ILYYYYY <33333

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add 20 of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold :)

high key this was really fun and really cute uwu im gonna tag @cutiejoshi @citruscious @woozisnoots @hannie-dul-set @kwanisms @bruh-changbin only if u guys wanna!! pls lemme know if u don’t want me to tag u in stuff <3

#i really could not think of any cool nice aesthetic things for mine lmao #jESUS it's almost 3am since when-#i need to go to sleep asap whooooops #tag game #mimu <3 #ggulovebot #aesthetic tag

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halseyassthetics · 5 years ago

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73 questions.

I was tagged by @wescoasts thanksss <3

I tag @twinzmoon @anf-stuff @amiloud-andclear @chloefran @peacelovehalseytaylor @badlandsxclementine and there’s always loads of people I want to tag but then I forget by the time I’ve done it so anyone else that would like to do it feel free, I’d love to read some cool answers :)

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

#sleepy

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

So. Many. People

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

No clue

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

That I’m actually a terrible communicated in real life it’s like words run away from me 😂😂

What’s your wakeup ritual?

I lay there for a while, check my phone and then fall back asleep 5 million times

What’s your favorite time of day?

Just after sunset

Your go to for having a good laugh?

Watching twitch or Gemma Collins compilations

Dream country to visit?

The Netherlands and Italy

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

Can’t think of anything 😂

Heels or flats/sneakers?

Sneakers (trainers)

Vintage or new?

Both

Who do you want to write your obituary?

No one

Style icon?

Idk

What are three things you can’t live without?

Music, art stuff, my dog

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

Sugar or something

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

Emily Dickinson, Roald Dahl anddd Vincent van gogh

What’s your biggest fear in life?

Losing everyone around me

Window or aisle seat?

Window

What’s your current TV obsession?

Atypical (I cant stop watching it over and over)

Favorite app?

spotify or Pinterest

Secret talent?

I can’t think of anything

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

Moving city on my own was pretty crazy for me

How would you define yourself in three words?

Creative, passionate and tired

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

Manic hoodie

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

A comfy hoodie

Superpower you would want?

Teleportation and breathing under water

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

art art and more art

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

I can’t think of anything

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

Don’t give up on school and keep being strong because you can get through more than you think

A book that everyone should read?

I’m not sure

What would you like to be remembered for?

Everything I create like my art

How do you define beauty?

Idk

What do you love most about your body?

My really weird knee because it’s awesome

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

I like to just lay and clear my mind for a bit or read

Favourite place to view art?

Art gallery/museums

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

‘Sleeping all the time’

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

Electric guitar or drums

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

Everywhere but I’ll say arms since that’s where they are now

Dolphins or koalas?

How do I choooooose

What’s your spirit animal?

A panda

Best gift you’ve ever received?

A book of all of Emily Dickinson’s poems

Best gift you’ve ever given?

Probably festival tickets to my cousin that was an awesome gift

What’s your favourite board game?

Monopoly because I always win 😂

What’s your favourite colour?

Red

Least favourite colour?

Maybe brown

Diamonds or pearls?

Diamonds

Drugstore makeup or designer?

Designer

Blow-dry or air-dry?

For hair it would be air dry

Pilates or yoga?

Yoga if I was to try any 😂

Coffee or tea?

This is so hard but tea

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

Idk

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Milk chocolate

Stairs or elevator?

elevator

Summer or winter?

Summer

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

Pasta

A dessert you don’t like?

Trifle

A skill you’re working on mastering?

Learning languages

Best thing to happen to you today?

My painting turned out great

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

That i’m a kind person. All I ever wanna be is kind so it’s really nice that people actually think that

Favourite smell?

Cinnamon or vanilla

Hugs or kisses?

Hugs

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

Space or the deep sea

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

Alaska dying in looking for Alaska :(

Lipstick or lip gloss?

Lipstick probably

Sweet or savoury?

Savoury

Girl crush?

Tooooo many

How you know you’re in love?

Idk one day I’m just there and I’m like ‘shit I think I’m in love’

Song you can listen to on repeat?

I’ve been listening to who by lauv constantly for the past week idk why

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

Tom Holland so I can be Spiderman

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

Just to move onto whatever happens next

#this was fun :)

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lokisgame · 6 years ago

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Wild Wild West [2]

[part 1]

They were so used to leaving in a hurry, that it wasn't an issue anymore. Only problem was, that she didn't pack any real holiday clothes. "We need to do some shopping." She said, walking through the parking lot. "What for?" "I don't know about you, but I." She began, but a heavy sigh cut her off mid-sentence. "Will you stop saying that?" Mulder said, slightly annoyed. "What?" "That 'but I' thing, I'm here too, with you." Scully glanced over her shoulder, expecting a scowl, but found a smile instead. “Just say what you wanna say." "I need clothes." "Okay," he grinned wider, shrugging as if it was the most obvious thing, which it was, really. "We'll go get some clothes." "Nothing fancy." She said, trying to stop the chagrin from spreading. "Of course not." "Some t-shirts, pair of shorts." "Whatever you need." "And you?" "What about me?"

"You're not spending two weeks in this suit." She turned again and saw Mulder looking at himself, dumbfounded. "Mulder!" "What's wrong with my suit?" "You look like a…" He arched one eyebrow in challenge. "Like what?" "Like an FBI agent!" She said and they both laughed. "I get that a lot." Mulder said. "I couldn't help myself," she hiccuped, "sorry." They found their rental car and Scully popped the trunk. "Was that a subtle hint I should change my style, Agent Scully?" "Maybe," she smiled, letting him handle her bag. "For the next two weeks at least." "I didn't know I'd be vacationing with the fashion police." Mulder said and slammed the lid, turning to her, hand reached out, palm up. "You wasted your chance to boss me on picking the car. I'm driving." "You wish," she grinned, taking a step back, hiding the keys behind her back. "Should I remind you of the statistics?" "Only if you wanna walk." Scully pushed a button on the small remote and the roof of their navy blue convertible, folded neatly into a small compartment, hidden behind the back seat. "Get in the car g-man." She said, and he noticed her smile grow three sizes.

They didn't exactly follow each other around the store, but Mulder kept a close eye at Scully, her head surfacing in strange places, as if she was diving. He picked light cargo pants, pair of grey sneakers, couple of 2-dollar t-shirts, nothing fancy as promised, and went to find her, since she went under again.

Thumbing through rows of hangers, Scully tried to turn the volume down on her inner critic. If she had time, she wouldn't shop at Target at all, she would look and try on and compare, visiting at least four stores in the process. Not because she was picky, she simply liked to have options. This felt like hit and run, if the colour caught her eye and she found her size, it landed in the cart, t-shirts, shorts, flip-flops. Only thing that made her pause was the dress. She wanted something simple, something she could throw over herself and be ready to go. She scanned through the rack, crossing out one model after another; too long, too short, neckline too high, too… lace. The lace made her pause. She found her size and looked at the dress closer. Chantilly lace it was not, but it made her smile, and made her other choice easier. Ten minutes later Mulder's voice found her, while she was examining herself in the dressing room mirror. By reflex, she caught the dress to cover herself up, but then the absurdity of the gesture washed through her, making her chuckle. "Have you seen a slim redhead come in here?" He asked someone, sounding closer. A young, female voice replied, sugary sweet. "Sorry, no, but maybe I can help you with something?" "No, thanks." Mulder said cooly, just outside. "I'm with someone." "In here!" Scully called out, sticking one hand above the door. The girl looking at her from the mirror blushed, all the way from her cheeks to the edge off the bikini top, then she smiled, slowly letting the dress drop. A light thump bounced the door and his voice came even closer, little over her shoulder. "You okay in there?" "Mhmm." Scully glanced at herself, practically naked, and tried to imagine him seeing her through the mirror. Cancer took the few extra pounds, but she looked healthy again, slim but toned, if a little pale. She liked what she saw, and oddly enough, she liked the thought of him, watching her. "I think I've got everything so," he said, pausing before he teased quietly, "need any help?" "I'm good, thanks." She chuckled, decision made, and tugged at the string that kept the bikini top around her neck. "You could find us beach towels thought." "Okay," Mulder chuckled, "any colour preference?" "Surprise me."

Mulder left the changing area with a goofy grin on his face, thinking how his life could turn in one day. That morning he woke up thinking what's next, and not twelve hours later, he was on vacation. A vacation with Scully no less. Not wondering what she was doing, whom she was meeting, what she was wearing, what she was thinking, because the few times they tried that, it almost drove him crazy. Last time she went away on a holiday, she hugged him goodbye and wrote him letters, which kept him sane as he worked a vicious murder case and the last one, a polaroid of her smiling against the sunset, still sat in his wallet, along with the words, 'wish you were here'. (*) The towels weren't that hard to find and as he looked for the largest ones, an image of her flashed through his mind, stretched out on blue cotton, water on her skin, glistening in the sun. They were really doing this! Somewhere out there, she was trying on swimwear, giving him two weeks off her time, out of her own free will. It's been ages since he shared a vacation with anyone; semi-regular quarantine stays didn't count. He had trouble remembering the last time he swam in the ocean, not to mention sunbathed, he preferred hiking to lying idly in the sand, but who said they couldn't do both. Hike and sunbathe that is, not quarantine and vacation. He will not ruin this trip by getting them into some kind of mess, he owed that much to Scully, if nothing else. Strolling through rows off summer clothes, a simple hat caught Mulders' eye, pale straw trimmed with a deep green ribbon. Sun and sand and Scully in a straw hat, he thought smiling to himself again. It was his duty to protect her, and a brim like that, would provide plenty of shade. Who knows, maybe she'd let him hide in it as well.

He found her at the pharmacy, patiently watching a young clerk ring up an impressive pile of medical supplies. "What's all this?" Mulder asked, hand on the small of her back. "You plan on opening an emergency ward?" "With you in tow, I just might." Scully said and turned to the clerk, remembering something else. "You have steri strips?" Mulder sighed and with a hand on her shoulder, made her turn around, then took her face in his hands and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. She definitely needed a break. "Scully," he said quietly, resting his forehead against hers, "I know you think I'll run off and do something stupid, but trust me, all we need is sunscreen." He let go and turned to the clerk, embarrassed by his shameless display of affection. "What's the best one you have? Something that could withstand a nuclear blast." "We have this," the girl reached for a simple, white box, "for very sensitive skin, UVA and UVB, SPF120, and it's waterproof." "We'll take it," Mulder smiled and took out his wallet. "The rest of it, too." "And the steri strips?" She asked Scully, making her look away from Mulder, equally embarrassed. "Yes, please." She said. "Better safe than sorry." Mulder shrugged smiling at the girl.

The sunset caught them driving along the waterfront, with wind tugging at Scully's hair, blowing like a red flame. It was hard for Mulder to take his eyes off her, but he did, just in time to see a narrow parking lot cutting into the beach. He gently taped her side with the back of his hand and she looked away from the road, following his nod and pulled over. "What a view," she said when they got out, leaning shoulder to shoulder, against the car. Sun fell slowly into the ocean, painting the sky purple and orange, kissing her skin with blushing peach, softening the lines, elongating shadows for them so that they could hide. She lost the jacket and her hair was a mess, but she never looked more beautiful. "One for the books," he said, putting his arm around her, finally sparing a glance for mother nature. With Scully's arm around his waist and her head on his shoulder, they watched the sunset in comfortable silence. Their motel was less than five miles away.

#wild wild west #x files fanfic #msr fanfic #summer holiday

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readyourimgaines · 6 years ago

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Rami Character Nightmare Comfort

Alright. So, my girlfriend has been having terrible nightmare lately, so I thought I’d try writing some fluff to cheer her up a bit. If people are interested enough I can do a part two with Freddie, Kenny, Louis, and or Jonah. Let me know what you guys think. One of my longer posts, but I hope you enjoy.

I hope this helps in some way, My Darling. -Freddie

Rami had nightmares every now and again like everyone else, but not nearly as often as you did. You were plagued with them. When the two of you first started going out, you worried he’d break up with you the very night it was decided it was time to move in together. You thought it surprising when he proved you wrong.

He opened his eyes as you wriggled around in his arms and whimpered. He looked around for a moment to pinpoint where whimpering was coming from before his sleep riddled brain put together that it was you.

“Darling?” He gently shook your shoulder but got no reaction. “Y/N.” He shook you a little harder and you woke up with a gasp, your eyes snapping open. “Are you alright?”

You curled in on yourself, not being able to stop the tears. They were of shame more than anything else. The action made his worry increase even more. “Y/N? Come on, Dear.” Rami gently rubbed your back. “Do you wanna talk about it? That always helped Sami.” That caught your attention.

“Sami had nightmares?”

“Mhm. Few times a month. I’d wake him up, he’d tell me about the nightmare if he could or wanted to, and then we cuddled in one out beds so he could sleep again.” Rami wasn’t surprised by the skeptical look you gave him. He turned and look at the alarm clock on his nightstand. The glowing green letters read 5:10. “He wakes up in 20 minutes.” Rami reached for his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling him.”

“Wha-”

“We’ve been dating for almost eight months, Y/N. I’m not leaving you because you have nightmares. I’m calling Sami so he can tell you I don’t get annoyed by helping someone through nightmares.” He pressed call and set it on speaker. I rang four times before Sami answered.

“Dude. It’s 2:15. What’s do you need?” His tone was tired but not annoyed or upset.

“2:15? I forgot about the time zones,” Rami said sheepishly.

“Forget I said anything. What’s up, Ram?”

“Y/N had a nightmare and didn’t fully believe me when I said I used to help you after one.” Rami summed up.

“Yeah. I’d cuddle with him after I told him about it.”

“I thought he was making it up to make me feel better…”

“Nope. I woke him up all the time. Just like he wakes me up now because always New York is three hours ahead of L.A. because they’re litteral different ends of the country.” All three of you chuckled at Sami’s reminder. “I’m going back to bed because I giving a test tomorrow. I’ll talk to your guys later.”

“G’night, Sam.” “Night Sami.” And the twins hung up their phone.

Rami gently pulled against and held you for a while before speaking. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He pulled you even closer when he felt you shudder. “You don’t have to.” He kissed you cheek. “I’ve got you, darling. No more nightmares tonight.”

Being a veteran of war, Snafu was no stranger to nightmares and sleep paralysis. He was heartbroken to learn that you weren’t either. Walking into the bedroom you shared, he was worried to see you laying there with your eyes open but otherwise unmoving.

“Boo.” He jogged to your side of the bed and sat by your side. The monsters were the worst part of paralysis. You saw them the second you open your eyes and were scared to close them again for fear of what would happen.

Snafu leaned down and pressed your faces together- nose to nose, forehead to forehead- so all you could see were his blue-silver eyes. His eyes always made you feel safe. Now was no exception. He hummed a song, he’d sang it before when doing the dishes. Snafu placed hi hand in your limp one, to silently tell you to hold his hand when you were able.

A couple of antagonizing minutes passed before you were able to hold his but the second he felt your hand move in his he kissed you. With the hand you weren’t holding, he caressed your cheek to try and ground you more so you’d focus on him instead.

When Snafu started to pull away, you whined in protest at the loss of heat. He quickly unlaced his boots with a well practiced hand and toed them off before more or less wrapping himself around you. “You’re okay, Boo,” he whispered in your ear.

Snafu wasn’t the best at comforting people verbally, but his touch was calming, loving, and grounding.

You yawned again and Ahkmenrah tilted his head to the side. You were normally wide awake and ready to go come nightfall.

“Y/N?” Ahkmenrah approached you cautiously. You and the pharaoh had become close friends on the borderline of a relationship for about two months.

“What’s up Ahk?” You asked.

“Are you alright? You look...tired.” He was the only person you know who could look confused and worried at the same time.

“I’m alright. I just haven’t been sleeping well lately.” You admitted. He studied you for a few seconds and you almost faltered under his strong gaze.

He held out his hand. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?” You took his hand.

“To the breakroom,” he said simply. “You need to sleep.” He tightened the hold on your hand just a little, like he knew you’d pull your hand away.

“Ahk-”

“I know- how would you say?- a thing or two about closing my eyes when I am petrified at the notion.” His words sunk in and somehow didn’t feel right. “There is a trick that Jed helped me to find on that glowing box not too long ago.”

“What’s the trick?” You entered the breakroom and you both sat on the couch He took off his chestplate before easing you to rest your head in his lap, his shendyt serving as an sort of pillow.

“Just relax,” he said in a hushed tone. He started carding his hands through your hair. Listen to my voice. Listen to my voice and let me show you where I’m from.” He paused a moment and you closed your eyes with a small sigh, the light pressure on your scalp making you drowsy already. “Everyone knows Egypt for the sand, but they never talk about the banks of the Nile. The breathtaking flying bugs- I think Americans call them dragonflies- that came all sorts of colours. And the sunsets and rises that reflect on the water…”

Between his gentle voice, the movements of his hands in your hair, and the verbal painting of Egypt, you didn’t stand a chance of staying awake.

Elliot was very used to mind games. His usual happened while he was awak, but had his fair share of nightmares and night terrors. He didn’t know how to stop them, how to make them less frequent. He’d done the research: the REM sleep; the four stages of sleep; how not enough sleep can send someone into sleep paralysis; how the only way to stop them was to sleep more. It was bullshit.

You and Elliot weren’t exactly romantic. You’d been friend for years, lived together, cuddled on the off chance that Elliot needed human contact- you were someone he could trust.

He could tell when you were down and when you needed contact. When tipped him off this time was the bags under your eyes, how you fidgeted like you were being watched in the quiet room that had the usual calm atmosphere the two of you had always established.

“Are you alright?” He’d gotten home from work at AllSafe to find you sitting next to Qwerty’s bowl and looking out the window with the fish.

“I’m good… Tired.”

“Need a smoke?” He put his backpack on his desk chair.

“I think would make things worse,” you declined the offer. “Does weed make your nightmares worse?” you asked.

Elliot shrugged. “Maybe. I just get too high to care about the nightmares,” he explains. He shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets and shuffled his feet a little. “Do you need to cuddle? I can boot leg something dumb so you don’t need to think. Rest that way.”

You looked over your shoulder at the hacker. “You’re sure?”

He nodded. “What do you wanna watch?”

#snafu and freddie's imagine shoppe #read your imagines #rami malek imagine #snafu shelton imagine #elliot alderson imagine #ahkmenrah imagine

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chezzkaa · 6 years ago

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Lumberjack AU Pairing: Ryan Haywood x Reader WC: 3700+ WARNINGS: Smutty goodness, please forgive me

The wind is picking up, you notice, and it’s starting to scream.

You shudder, pulling your coat closer and instinctively leaning into Ryan’s side, eyes scanning the treeline closing in your home. Barely visible, the lodge is just a blot of colour between the flurry of snow tumbling from the sky, shape merging with the darkness of a cold, bone rattling night. And you can’t tell if it’s the dark that scares you, or the trunks lined like soldiers glaring daggers as you stumble up the front steps - but something inside you screams too. Pooling in your stomach, cold and sticky. A sense of urgency seeing your hands shake and key miss the hole on your first two attempts until Ryan kindly takes over.

He doesn’t seem concerned, key sliding into the lock easily before the door swings open and you scamper inside. A gust of wind follows, snow clinging to your back. Even now something doesn’t feel right. It’s far too empty. The cold corners shift in the dark, windows rattling with every wail of the night trying desperately to get in. Hands held tight against your chest, you try not to seem to shaken, but the trembles tracing through your spine aren’t from the chilly night.

He knows it, too. But in the dark his features don’t seem as soft, eyes buried in bruising circles and mouth drawn into a thin grim line. The curves of his shoulders are sharp, strong hands curling like snare traps as he rubs them together for warmth. Even the space around him seems to throb in the low light, eyes straining to see the shape of him squirm. Darkness tainting the smile he offers into a wicked, vicious grin.

A step forward has him calling your name, and in your haste to turn the lights on the room floods with colour, bright enough to have you both squinting. The wind seems fainter, coming to terms with the fact it can’t come in. And the relief that washes over you is instant, but the hammering of your heart does little for your nerves.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

You provide him with a nod and shaky exhale, plastering on what you hope to be a confident smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just not used to the noise.”

“It’s your first snowstorm, right?” he asks gently, as though you’re going to break. After another nod, he softens even more. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I’ve got all of the supplies I’m going to need, just in case I’m trapped in for a few days,” you manage in what comes across as a relatively pleasant tone. Making your way towards the kettle you begin listing, hands diving for your herbs. “Canned food, water, matches and a torch-”

“I don’t mean whether you’re prepared,” he dismisses, taking another step forward and leaning across the counter towards you, his concern melting the ice churning in your chest. “I’m asking whether you’re going to be okay. These things are fucking terrifying with people around, and you’re on your own.”

Making the tea brings with it a sense of routine, of normalcy. Loading up the cup with different herbs and spices, the smell has you relaxing before it even touches your lips. Moving becomes a little easier, but you’re still too apprehensive to cross the room and start a fire. Eventually, after his questioning expression doesn’t relent, you roll your eyes. “Alright, so I’m a little freaked out.”

“I can see that,” he smirks.

“Har har, let’s pick on the girl that’s too afraid to go near the windows right now.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…” the word comes out as a tiny squeak and his face falls at the sound.

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

“Ryan,” you start, ready to reject the offer for fear of him going to too much trouble, “you really don’t have to do that. I’m going to have to face the storms eventually.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. I don’t think I could sleep tonight if I knew that being here would make the whole thing less scary.” He smiles, a sad upturn of the lips that has your heart aching. He asks again. “Would you like me to stay?”

“Yes please,” you manage, and he starts to move. “But what if we get snowed in?”

“Then you’re stuck with me, I guess. At least I’ll make a tasty meal.”

“Yeah you will…”

“What?”

---

After his third trip outside to bring in more firewood you stop him, hand catching him at the elbow as he turns to venture out again. Shaken out of a daze he throws you a confused look, but all you do is smile; removing his jacket so he has no other option than to stay indoors. “You’ve been at this for an hour,” you tell him, taking his forearm and leading him to the couch, “you need to take a break, Ryan. If you’re not careful you’ll get stuck out there.”

A gentle nudge sees him fall willingly into the cushions, body bouncing as he accepts his fate with a relieved smile. He’s not at all pleased with the glance you cast to the stovetop, snatching your hand in his, electricity shooting through your wrist. He brings you down beside him, wrapping a playful arm around your shoulder and anchoring you to the sofa. You can’t help leaning into him, knees tucking up and head resting against his shoulder. “Fine,” he sighs dramatically, jabbing you playfully in the forehead before letting his cheek press into your hair, “but you’ve gotta relax as well.”

“I’m cooking,” you insist, not quite ready to worm your way out of his arms, “you do wanna eat, right?”

He considers this thoroughly, pensive in the warm glow of the fire. Amber licks at the strength of his jaw, turning his hair to rich gold. Absentminded fingers leave trails of thoughtful swirls against your arm, your eyes dropping with the comfort that fills you. “I’ll eat if I have too. But not right now.”

“If you have too?” Your eyebrow raises, incredibly aware of how close you press into him, his gentle, lopsided smile making your heart flutter as you peer up to greet a set of crystal lakes caught in the fade of a sunset. “Since when do you turn down food?”

“Since I’ve got you sat next to me with a nice fire,” he admits bashfully, sinking further into the couch with a subdued sigh. “Besides, you’ve had a busy day. You deserve to chill out by the fire. I should be taking care of you.”

The blush rising in your cheeks is so obvious that you’re certain being painted red would be less of a giveaway. “You have been looking after me,” you remind, motioning to the stacks of wood and numerous blankets he’s set up downstairs, “you’ve practically built a fort. Cooking dinner is the least I can do to say thanks for staying with my scared ass.”

“Nah, this is perfect.” Ryan gives you a firm squeeze, watching the flames in favour of getting lost in your soft expression. “And I told you, I’m happy to stay. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy your company.”

“I choose not to believe it,” you retort with a grin, the sound of bubbling from the back of the kitchen prompting your will to leave. Starting to move, you slip from his arms and clamber from the couch with a grimace. But he’s not eager to see you go, an arm looping around your waist before you can take your first step. You give a tentative tug, testing his strength and realising he has no intention of letting you leave. You frown, twisting in his arms as he redirects you back to the couch, knees hitting the cushions. Your struggles are useless, but you’d be lying if you said you were trying. “Hey, c’mon. No fair!”

“Nope, you will relax and enjoy yourself, damn it,” he chuckles, unfazed by your squirming laughter. “You’re going to sit here and like it.”

“But dinner’s gonna burn!”

“Then we’ll order pizza.”

“In a snowstorm?” you demand, managing to face the kitchen and start scampering over the back of the couch. It doesn’t quite work, his hold still strong and unwavering. “That’s cruel and inhumane for the delivery guy.”

“We’ve got a few hours before the worst of it hits,” he muses, and you feel his shrug in your stomach. “If worst comes to worst, we can always eat cold soup.”

“But I’m making hot soup,” you huff, attempting to find some purchase beneath your feet, but left with nothing after another gentle tug from Ryan. Sliding across his chest you take the opportunity to reposition, pouncing over his shoulder in the hopes of clearing the couch.

He doesn’t even flinch, sighing noisily as his hands snag your thighs to stop you getaway. “Oh no you don’t!” Through your escape attempts he manages to pull you back, the force of both of your struggles seeing you land firmly in his lap. Your knees clamp around him instinctively, hands planted against his burning chest to steady yourself and delighted by the shock of anticipation coursing through your veins.

It takes a moment to convince yourself to look at him, noticing the looseness of his hands. Your worried at first, until you take in the surprise caught in his eyes and the tentative way his tongue wets his lips. A spark of heat pools in your stomach, deep and aching, the steady drip of warmth practically begging for movement. When neither of you speaks your arms drape across his shoulders, hands lingering against the back of his neck while his come to rest on your hips.

“Well,” he manages, husky as he tries to work through the haze the pressure of you brings, “this is not something I intended.”

“This is not something I mind,” you respond, face inching closer, eyes struggling to keep from tracing the curve of his lips, to ignore the way your hands itch to roam.

The smile pressed to his mouth isn’t playful anymore. It’s tender and sweet as he retracts a hand from your thigh, lifting up your chin and pulling you even closer. A thrill shivers through you, his palm hot as it cups your cheek, thumb swiping across your bottom lip and earning a gentle kiss. Ryan shifts beneath you, a shudder of his own ricocheting through your bodies and settling inside you. “Do you feel like relaxing yet?”

Beneath the warmth of the fireplace and the strength of his hands, you can’t help but melt. And as the wind picks up outside and the windows rattle, you’re more comfortable than you’ve ever been. Smells of pine and old sawdust leaves you intoxicated, caught in the expression that’s starting to feel more and more like home. The soft curve of his breathless smile mirrors your own, bodies flush together as your forehead rests against his. You want to laugh, want to sing with the excitement that dances through your body and exhilaration that sees your heart beat like a song. But you keep it together, locked in the arms that stop you from falling apart. Gently brushing back the lock of hair that never seems to cooperate, you’re smiling. A silly, dopey smile of a teenager caught in the whirlwind of a first love. But it’s more than that, and the way he peers longingly through his lashes tells you it’s not all in your head.

“It all depends,” you murmur, fingers working through the half hearted curls tracing the nape of his neck. You’re so close that your words barely brush against his lips, tantalizing and leaving you aching. “Would you like to join me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You bring your lips to his, swallowing the end of his sentence while a hand moves to cup his jaw. He sighs into the contact, holding you against him as your mouths move together, hands roaming your back. Gentle at first, soft lips moulding together until something inside you snaps. A leisurely swipe of your tongue has his breath catching, letting you in and caressing the inside of his mouth with a deepening kiss.

Taking his bottom lip between your teeth you tug gently, accepting the shuddering moan that trembles from him. A hand keeps you in place, firm and commanding as it buries in your hair and crushes you against him. Ryan shimmies into sitting, fingers still clinging to your thigh and squeezing, and you gasp, thrilled and passionate as you rock against him. Desperate for more, mad with the need to touch him, to feel him against you - and he’s happy to oblige.

After a minute you break apart, chest heaving and taking the opportunity to breathe. Ryan doesn’t need such luxury, descending on the exposed skin of your neck with weighted kisses and grazing teeth. The crackling of the roaring fire in barely audible over the sound of your hammering hearts, and nothing in comparison to the arousal snapping across your skin; shooting through your core as he catches your collarbone with his teeth. Caving into him, Ryan twitches beneath the soft cuss that slips from your lips, hard against your inner thigh.

A blissful smile takes over, dizzy as he runs his hands up and down your sides, fingers trailing across your ribcage and waist underneath your jumper. You smirk, hand running through the mess you’ve made of his hair, lost in the depths of his shining eyes. “If I’d known it’d be this easy, I’d have asked you to stay over sooner.”

“Oh, I’m easy am I?” He chuckles into your neck, returning to his kissing and breathing you in. He pulls away unwillingly once you start to move, but his expression grows heavy as you lift your jumper up and over your head. His next snarky comment dies in his throat, lost in his admiration of your body, content in counting the freckles that litter your skin like stars. Overjoyed to trace the faded outlines of scars that curve into clusters of spirals and sharp lines, pale and silver in the firelight.

You smirk, redirecting his face to yours and practically purring out his name. “You’re very easy.”

“Maybe we should make it a little harder then?” At his words he’s kissing you again, seizing your lips and quickening his bruising movements against your mouth. A thrust upward as you gasping, tongue sliding against his and fingers locking in his hair. You match his next thrust, grinding hard against his throbbing cock and sharing his moan.

He still manages to makes quick work of your bra despite his movements, fiddling until the hooks release and you shudder in expectation. Slipping free, the offending fabric is tossed to the side, nipples hardening in the fresh air and aching for attention. Ryan wastes no time in filling his hands, palms massaging the soft flesh with a few well timed squeezes that have you moaning.

With an arm that winds around your waist he pulls you tight against him, mouth finding your nipple after a peppering of teasing kisses. You tug on his hair, head falling back as he swirls tongue it in a few teasing flicks. His eyes don’t leave your face, bottom lip drawn between your teeth as he sucks and nibbles, attention to detail reducing you to a trembling mass of moans while the fire in your belly demands more.

You don’t give him time to work your other breast, hand snaking between your bodies and brushing him through his pants, palming until he swears. Ryan’s head falls back against the couch, sweet whispers greeting the ceiling as his eyes grow heavy. As much as you want to stare at the sight of his pleasure forever, you find the zipper with ease, slipping from him and removing his jeans in a few swift tugs. Settling between his legs, the floor bites, cold shaking through your knees and wetness spreading.

His eyes widen, expression hungry as your fingers run around his waistband, tugging off his underwear and taking him into your mouth so quickly that he gasps. Large hands wind into your hair, moving with the steady, playful pace you set. Filling your mouth and aching your jaw, each touch of your tongue seeing his eyebrows draw together until his eyes fall shut.

He thrusts into you once, testing the boundaries before you take him in further, flicking your tongue across his head after you draw back, a firm stroke following. He growls, a pant of ‘oh yeah, definitely relaxed’ making you chuckle around his length, earning you another welcomed thrust.

“I dunno,” you hum, pausing around the tip of his cock while your hands continue to work. He moans expectantly while he strokes your hair back, a few well timed kisses making him wild. “I think we could do better.”

His eyes snap open, so greedy that he’s tugging you into his lap and kissing you with bruising ferocity before you can let out a laugh. But you don’t mind, desperate to have him closer, nails tracing the strength on his shoulders and removing his plaid shirt. Bare skin greets your fingertips, strong muscles and soft skin burning beneath your touch.

You don’t have time to admire him like you want too, unable to truly appreciate the sharpness of his collarbones and curves of his shoulders, because once the shirt’s gone you’re being moved. An arm winds around your waist, cradling your body against his naked figure while Ryan leads you into the couch cushions, the absent weight of him driving you crazy. He hovers above you, a cheeky, intoxicated smirk making your heart race. “Oh don’t worry,” he murmurs, tracing the line of your pants with two teasing fingers, “I‘m sure we can.”

You moan, every touch leaving trails of fire across your skin, shudders making your legs weak. “Get on with it, then.”

Ryan quirks an eyebrow, but doesn't complain. Instead he works on the button and removes your pants and underwear while he kisses you, tongues exploring each other until you’re dizzy. And then he’s guiding your legs apart, squeezing parts of your thigh and scraping his nails up and down your leg.

He groans when he finally glides his fingers between your soft, wet folds. Running along the length and enjoying the sound of your moans as though they’re music. He eases his weight onto you, the occasional cluster of kisses pressing against your throat. Teeth grazing sensitive skin, chuckles with the nails you embed in his skin tickling through your collar bone. And you can’t help it, whimpering as he draws agonisingly slow, lazy circles against your clit.

The first hooked finger diving into your opening comes as a welcome surprise, his thumb still teasing the bundle of nerves. Your body bucks without permission, pleading for more. A second finger and he’s hitting the aching spot deep inside of you, pleasure knotting in your stomach and cusses tumbling down your front.

He presses his face into your neck, tongue lingering on your jawline while his voice chases goosebumps across your body. Deep and husky, loaded with longing. “Do you want me, Y/N?”

“Fuck, Ryan,” you moan, arching into his hand as he continues to work. His palm hits your clit, sliding so easily that your breath is quickening, body a mess of tight trembles. You can feel yourself building, the heat intensifying with every ache of pleasure.

He dots your temple with kisses, drawing your gazes from the ceiling. Your lost in his eyes, just like his voice is lost beneath another whimpering moan. “Do you want to come for me, Y/N?”

“Please…” you half beg, clawing at his shoulders, “oh god, please, Ryan.”

Removing his fingers you all but groan in disappointment, but then he’s pushing your legs up, slowly easing into you while his eyes droop shut. Your back arches, desperate for more, and you’re not disappointed, forced into the cushions as he presses as deep as he can. Ryan fills you until he’s buried to the hilt, breathless and moaning into the frantic, clumsy kiss you pull his face down for.

Yanking his eyes to yours, you can’t break away from the piercing blue that’s driven you mad from day one, his face caught in your desperate grip. You can’t take it anymore, aching with the need for him. “Fuck me, Ryan.”

He doesn’t hesitate, hips beginning to move. Infuriatingly slow at first, rhythmic and smooth. It’s not until you hook your legs around him that he speeds up, hand fisting in your hair as he starts to pounding with your orders ringing in his ears. You meet every thrust, couch scraping your skin and his teeth grazing harsh against your throat. Desperate kisses, and tangled limbs; the pleasure inside you building so much that you’re not sure you can take much more.

You’re close to unravelling, panting and caught between moans and frantic lips. A sneaky hand tries to slide between your bodies but his thumb gets their first, his hips moving wildly as he swipes across your clit. And then everything comes crashing down. His name is the only thing you can remember, called over and over again as though it’s all that’s holding you to this earth. Like it’s all that matters, and that it’ll somehow keep you above the waves of pleasure shuddering across you both.

He’s not far behind, tumbling over the edge as you throb and tighten around him, holding you impossibly close while he starts to spill out around you. He presses your named against your lips in a lasting kiss and you gladly swallow his trembles until he’s spent, body weak and collapsing against you.

Stilling together, you both try and catch your breath, neither wanting to move. The way he looks at you makes your pulse quicken, adoring and bewildered. If you could stay with your arms around his neck for the rest of your life you would, but his face contorts slightly, and you mirror the expression.

“Do you smell burning?”

He rockets up, snagging his underwear and hopping into it on the way to the kitchen. You laugh, feeling so light you’re surprised you haven’t hit the ceiling.

“Soup’s burnt,” he calls, frowning into the saucepan after turning off the heat, “where are the take out menus?”

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L! Tell us about your self ships! If Draken, or Bokuto, or Kuroo could take you on the perfect date, what would it be! I hope you have a great day xoxo

Hi nonnie 🥺 well okai, this is cute thanks for asking me, and I hope you have a good day/night. Im gunna do one for kuroo and Bo individually and the three of us together cause the dynamics are very different <33 this got— long YHSHSJS so imma just put it under the cut not to clog the dash 😔💖🥺

Kuroo: a perfect date for kuroo and I is a picnic at a local park. He loves making me special little treats and sandwiches, he’s always looking up new ideas online and likes to try them out for me to taste. We lay out a big big blanket under a pretty tree and sit and talk for hours. We like to feed each other and giggle playfully when one of purposely misses each other’s lips. We like to watch the clouds and pick out shapes, we like to people watch too honestly. Kuroo always brings a book too, cause I always get a little sleepy and will sleep with my head resting in his lap while he reads his book just loud enough for me to hear <33

Bokuto: our perfect date is something fun and exciting, like going to an amusement park! As soon as Bokuto figures out I love rollercoasters he buys us tickets and we’re off. We rush to the biggest ride first, his arms always wrapped around my mid section as we wait in line. He alway wiling to wait the extra couple minutes so we can sit in the very front and have the best experience. We get through a couple of big roller coasters, buying everyone of the pictures that get taken cause we look so silly screaming our heads off. But Bokuto def has motion sickness after a while and needs a break. He’s so pouty, feels like he’s ruined our good day, but I quickly distract him with the carnival games. Before we know it we’ve won a bunch of cute plushies to share!

Bokuto and Kuroo: boi we’re all so busy all the time so when it’s date day it’s a self care day. We all go to the salon and get medi pedi’s. I get my fake nails and the boys help me pick the colours. Kuroo will even get his nails painted sometimes to match mine! Then it’s onto the spa, where we get full body massages. After that we all head home and huddle up in bed in cozy pjs. We order in take out, which is usually noodles of some sort cause I’m a sucker for noodles and we binge watch all our favourite tv shows we haven’t had time to catch up on. Sometimes we find ourselves not paying attention to the tv cause we get lost in conversation, catching up on things we might not have been able to share during the work week <3

Draken: Draken likes to take me on road trips to the beach. We wake up as the sun is rising, him always before me cause he knows Im a horrible morning person. He makes my coffee then wakes me up, gently with kisses 🥺 we pack a cooler and sunscreen and all our beach stuff into the back of his old pick up. On the way there he lets me sleep, his hand rubbing smooth circles into my thigh. When we get there i finally have more energy so we set up everything together, and when I start to help him with his sunscreen is when I start to tease him. Poking his butt or playfully biting him HAJHS he’s like “you really wanna play like that huh—“ he’s picking me up over his shoulder and into the water it doesn’t matter how much I whine. But after we get most of our energy out he sits under the umbrella (I feel like he burns easily?) and I lay my head on his thigh and sun bath. His fingers Absentmindedly pet through my hair as we listen to the same music through shared headphones. We’ll stay there until the sunsets and the drive home consists of us yelling out tunes through the open widows of the car cause the roads are dead anyway <33

#idk this made me emotional for some reason #i love my boys very much <333 #L answers #nonnies #KittyKen #LBoKuroo #kittys selfships

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cinnamon-suncat · 7 years ago

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Honest Interview

What is your full name? “It was X’rena Kalihd, when I was born. Now it’s just...Syrena. Maybe ‘Syrena Kalihd’, I guess, ‘s not like I’m not still Kalihd’s daughter. I can’t remember th’last time anyone asked for more when I introduced myself as just ‘Syrena’, though.”

What do your friends call you? “In my tribe, it was ‘Rena’. There isn’t anyone who calls me that now -- I get ‘Syr’ more often.”

What is your favorite animal? “Dodo’s pretty tasty! Oh, oh, an’ crab! Crab’s new t’me, but there’s this lil food cart out near Costa that Braden showed me -- fucking delicious.” She pauses, realisation sparking alight in her mismatched eyes. “Oh, y’meant as like a pet or something? I dunno, never really thought about it. I don’t think I’m much’ve an animal person.”

Where were you born? “Somewhere out deep in th’Sagolii. My tribe moves around a lot, so I don’t think I -- or anyone else -- would be able to tell you exactly where.”

Do you have children? Her shoulders accordion-fold inward in an involuntary shudder. “Ffffuck no. And I hope I never do.”

Is there a person/people you love? “’Course there is.” She smiles, the curve of her lips soft and warm, but doesn’t seem inclined to elaborate.

What is your favorite color? “There’s this one shade’ve orange...but just calling it ‘orange’ doesn’t really do it justice, y’know? It’s halfway through a sunset, when Azeyma’s painted the sky alight...it’s like...” she grapples for the words to explain, her slim-fingered hands gesticulating wildly, “it’s like flames reflecting off golden paint. It’s so fierce it almost hurts your eyes t’look at. That’s my favourite colour.”

What is your full occupation? “I’m a member of th’troupe of dancers that performs on the Ruby Road Exchange. We’re sanctioned by...the city of Ul’dah? Or it’s some company, I forget, ‘s called something like Amajina-and-something...” she blows a wayward lock of hair upwards in frustration. “I dunno the name, ‘s run by some lalafell, and we’re a permanent fixture. Pays pretty well, but between you and me,” she leans inward, conspiratorial, “it’s not really dance; it’s just ‘moving around looking pretty’, it’s all choreographed and shit. Real dancing’s got a little more...soul.” Are you good at physical fighting? “‘Course I am!” Her hands ball into fists, and she demonstrates a few sloppy punches at the air, punctuating them with plosive sound effects which leave her cheeks puffed out. Her sparkling enthusiasm and energetic bobbing imply that she genuinely believes she’s a great fighter, but anyone with even the slightest knowledge of combat would be able to recognise from a mile off that she has no experience in a real fight whatsoever; she’s a civilian through and through.

Which form are you best at? "My form,” she purrs in simple answer, imbuing the word with a lascivious, honeyed smoulder as she feathers a fingertip over the curve of her hip -- then she dissolves into laughter, waving her hand in the air as if to disperse the sultry smoke of her jest. She might have been joking, unable to resist the turn of phrase...but whether she realises it or not, there’s a certain truth to it; she would probably serve better in a fight as a visual distraction than a true opponent.

What about magic? “I mean...I dunno how t’do conjury or thaumaturgy or anything like that, none’ve that stuff about pulling aether from the world...but y’know how everyone’s full of their own, personal aether? I can work with mine pretty well. It’s a type of knowledge passed down through my tribe, not really something I’ve heard of anyone else making use of in quite th’same way.”

Which type are you best at? “It’s knowledge passed down through my tribe’s healers, bolstering other people’s aether with your own when they’re running low, or numbing pain when they’re hurt. It’s kinda like...finding pressure points, places where their aether runs close to the surface, and letting your own flow in to help. You gotta be careful not to drain yourself too much, though, it makes you dizzy and weak and sick.”

Craftsmanship? "Nothing, really. In my tribe, making stuff was a job for the Tia -- I always really admired th’beautiful glasswork they made. I still like to go to the markets now and see if any’ve my tribe’s work turns up; you can recognise it at a touch, nobody else uses lightning glass as well as we do.” She almost seems to puff up with pride as she says this, then deflates as she corrects herself. “As well as they do, I mean. Sometimes I can even tell exactly who made it.” She drifts off into her thoughts for a moment, distracted and a little melancholy, then tosses her head as though shaking water from her ears as she comes back to the present. “Nothing stopping me from learning now, though, right? No more tribe rules. Maybe I’ll learn t’cross stitch or something.” The mental image of Syrena hunched over and patiently stitching tiny patterns into cloth is, quite frankly, utterly ridiculous.

Any other skills? “Dancing. Real dancing, not like the choreographed bunk I do for work. Dancing where you listen, and feel, and react -- dancing where you flow with your flames -- dancing where you turn music into movement, dancing where you shape thought and emotion with your body. There’s nobody better at that than me.” She’s cocky...but anyone who’s seen her spinning her flaming poi or twisting serpentine amidst gossamer veils would be prone to agree. “I’m pretty good at painting, too,” she stretches luxuriantly for your inspection, allowing flickering light to ripple off the intricate whorls of golden paint which spiral up her stomach and down her right arm. “Oh, and I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue!” She sticks said tongue out, waggling it crudely.

Are you an only child? “I’m a twin. Or, was a twin. X’rahn’s dead now.” She says it bluntly -- too bluntly; it’s not the callousness of someone who doesn’t care, but instead the brusqueness of someone who doesn’t want to deal with their pain right now and would rather move the conversation along. “I’ve got an older brother, too: X’khel. As well ’s that, I come from a traditional tribe, so my father was Nunh and that means I’ve got a coupla half-brothers and half-sisters.”

Where do you see yourself in five years? She laughs heartily, with her head thrown back and the bright flash of her teeth visible. “I don’t even think about myself t’morrow, let alone five years down th’line.”

Have you ever almost died? “Tons of times!” She’s cheery, for such a grim question.

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret, hardly anyone knows? “I don’t think so,” she hums, twirling a stray lock of golden brown hair around her finger. “There are things I don’t like to talk about, but ‘s not as if I’m keeping ‘em secret.”

Salty or sweet? “Salty. No, no, I mean sweet! No, salty...oh, but those cinnamon rolls at Katie’s stall...” she continues dithering, completely unable to choose, counting up pros and cons on her fingers until she runs out and slams her hands decisively on the table. “I’ll eat anything but sandworm,” she declares. “I grew up eating fuckin’ sandworm, I don’t wanna eat it ever again, not for th’rest of my life. If it’s not sandworm, I’ll love it, doesn’t matter if it’s salty or sweet.” With that, she sets to rubbing the sting out of her palms; that table slap might have been a little more passionate than she’d intended.

Do you like yourself? Syrena winks. “What’s not to love?”

Do you believe in the Twelve? “Yeah. I don’t wanna think that they control everything, but I like to think that they dip in and offer a helping hand here and there.”

Are you religious? “Ehhh, not really. I believe in the gods, sure, but I don’t do any worshipping or anything like that. I like watching Azeyma paint the sky every dawn and dusk though, does that count?”

Do you carry prejudice with you? “I think everyone’s gotta, to some extent; you’re a product of your past experiences. But I try not to judge people for anything but who they are, not what they are.”

What do you consider entertainment? “Dancing,” she says without hesitation. “Watching other people dance is fun too; I like learning new styles! Really though, anything can be entertainment -- every day offers new opportunities, new people to meet, new things t’do...aside from dancing, I don’t think there’s much that I really set out to do to have fun...I just go out and have fun, with whatever I end up stumbling into.” Favorite drink? “Water. Either that, or really stupid-looking cocktails -- th’weirder and fruitier they are, the better,” she wriggles gleefully at the idea. “I like it when the bartenders set ‘em on fire, too!”

Do you have any family traditions? She offers forward her painted right arm for your inspection again. “My tribe has a lot of traditions, but I think the one thing I’ve really held on to after leaving is the paint. ‘Khoura’, we call it, it’s not just any golden paint, it’s special. You’re not really supposed to paint yourself, but I’m tribeless now, so I do. You’re supposed to paint other women in the tribe: for friendship, or to wish them luck or fertility or whatever you want. Or you paint the Nunh, but that’s not for friendship, if y’know what I’m saying.” She wiggles her brows lasciviously at you. “I think when I paint myself, it’s mostly out of nostalgia; it feels good to be connected to my roots in some small way, even if I’m not with the tribe anymore.”

Are you a good person? “’Good’s pretty subjective, isn’t it? I’m not th’most law-abiding citizen,” her voice lilts into a singsongy register with that, as though she’s repeating words from a lecture she’s heard a couple of times. “I don’t follow rules which I think are stupid or unfair...so I’m sure there’re people out there who’d think I’m bad. But I don’t think so. I think I’m a good person, and breaking a couple of dumb rules here and there doesn’t change that.”

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