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tags: 18+ minors dni / fem reader / fingering / reader is mexican / spanish / religious imagery / aftercare / hinted virginity loss / penetration /2.6k/ pwp - let me know if i miss something.

synopsis: javier escuella feels an all encompassing desire to have you. you feel it too, maybe even more.

Javier laughs into your lips, you are kissing him with the reverence of the faithful. You kiss sweetly, gently with the undercut of hunger he is all too happy to sate. Your form is soft beneath his hands, flesh pillabe like the strings on his guitar and the trigger of his revolver - the hollow of his palms filled with the curve of your hips. Javier nips at your lip until he can hear you hiss from the sting among your sighs from the pleasure of having him suck on your tongue.

“I can’t believe you - all I did was kiss you,” he stops to puff a breathe against your lips snickering at the dazed look on your face and the glistening spit on your lips, “and now you’re letting me fuck you.”

You whine, high and embarrassed but so unbearably needy and pressing yourself up against him like a cat in heat. There’s a little gold necklace threaded along the slopes of your collar - it glints against your untouched and unblemished skin like a comet, looping along your form in a circle until completion where it stays in perpetual orbit. Javier doesn’t know if he should be jealous of the thin necklace or not.

Your nightgown is off, spread out on the ground and Javier’s eyes are caught on the pendant that holds the face of La Virgen that glints in the lowlight of his tent - his eyes meet hers and he feels a shiver against his spine. Of course she would be there, looped above your too-good heart and appearing before him. It almost pains him to touch you, the holiness of your skin burning his palms that are too greedy to stay away.

You gasp his name and it brings him back to you - it brings his lips to your chest and you sigh as your hands twist on the fabric of his shirt clad shoulders like you are scared to touch him. You still have your bloomers, the white cotton stark against his tan hands and he presses another kiss right above your heart as it stutters tucked away in your ribs.

“Esta bien hermosa - you can touch me.” The pet name makes you tremble, whining when the word graces your flushed ears. Hermosa, meaning beautiful or gorgeous in the language your mother would sing you to when you were a girl. Your nostalgia brings desperation and it only serves to make you needier, wanting for more of the man above you like how priests desire the light of God. You think of that ill-stricken Reverend that wanders this camp and something aches in your chest as you let your hands go over the curve of his shoulders and anchor yourself there. Teeth aching with each suck on your tongue you don’t notice it when your bloomers are off until the brisk cool night breeze dances on your bare thighs. The skin there is hot and growing more so when he lets his hands settle on the smooth skin.

It’s almost comical how perfectly you fit in his roughed hands, his callouses from his knife so seamlessly accepted by the plush of your thighs. Like the velvet cushions rich men sit in their gilded train cars and golden stagecoaches. You go from velvet to wet silk with simple touches and you moan something sweetly into his ear as his face goes to your chest and his hands in between your thighs. The backs of his knuckles tease the wetness of your slick that leaks like honey and Javier lets his lips kiss the bud of your nipple softly but not without letting his teeth have their own kiss at the edge to make you whine.

“You are so wet, leaking for me - you’ll make a mess on my pants mi amor.” His teasing is endless and you can hear that smile you see whenever you blink. You jumble out a half-assed apology and it makes Javier laugh at you again. He must have you in quite the state if it’s making your perfectly trained manners fall off like wool when faced with sheep shears. His fingers have made their way to where you are the most needy - letting them pet along the slit and cup at your mound. You moan his name, oh so, softly when he squeezes gently, cradling your most delicate part the same way he cradles the neck of his guitar.

“Javi - please, please.” The shortened version of his name makes him grin, shivering pleasantly at how affection given only to him melts into his ears like syrup.

“Ya se, ya se. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight.” Dark eyes are wicked at how they glint in the low orange light of his tent as he lets one finger slip in. He reclines himself back so he can watch how you take him.

Javier does not profess how he would take care of you every night for the rest of the nights you have in your life.

You whine thinly into the air, and it makes him hiss at how tight you are around his one finger.

“Relax, chiquita - I can’t take care of you when you’re all tense like this. Shh, shh,” he murmurs to you and in return you whine with a nod; pliable and sweet for him as you let your legs shuffle more open, working on letting him in and letting him deeper. One finger turns to two, and they curl into you cruelly without respite for how you weep and sniffle at the pleasure he tugs from you like music from his guitar strings. Your mouth is hanging open, drool shining on your lips as you let out thin little sounds.

You feel full, and pleasure dances along your spine as his thumb plays with the glimmering pearl of your clit. You whine - no sing his name like gospel and it makes something inside his stomach preen like a peacock.

Javier is dedicated, giving you an even pace and deep curls of his fingers to make you soft and loose for him. Dark brown eyes watch you with the precision of a predator - eagerly taking in how sweat drips down the middle of your breasts and how your jaw drops to make out little pants of his name just for him to hear. His fingers do just enough to bring you to the edge, and you stutter over your words as you push at his wrist with the desperation that is unbecoming of you. Etiquette and education are long gone from your mind as you beg him with an addled mind.

“Please, please not - not like that,” you stutter and let out soft little moans in between each word as Javier remains unmoved; letting his fingers stay inside you at their same pace, dark brown eyes taking in how even this almost makes you weep in pleasure. His cock stirs in his jeans at how it will be when he’s inside of you, filling you well beyond anything you’ve ever had.

“No, like this - it will hurt if you don’t cum now.” He mutters, voice thick with lust as he watches your hips twitch and jump when you have begun to hit the highest peak of your pleasure. Your body is eager for his fingers, tightening and fluttering around them as you leak down to his palm. Javier goes to shush you but you’re a good girl he realizes, watching you with a grin at how your hands shoot up to your mouth to muffle your long winded whines when you crash and cum for him. His voice is soft, reassuring you as you ride out your pleasure with the trembling of your hips and the quickened rising falls of your chest.

“Just like that - like that. There you go, there you go. Cum for me, give me this one and I’ll give you another.” He promises you, his accent thick as he watches your eyes go dark and unfocused as you burn with hot desire for him until he hears your broken voice mumble; “There’s more?”

He laughs. Teasingly, adoringly, lovingly and so many other words he can’t quite say.

“Si mi vida, there is always more with me. That I can promise you.”

Again, he laughs at the way he feels you twitch around his fingers that have stilled inside at the prospect of what more entails. He won’t admit to how his cock twitches in time with you tucked away in his pants.

You whine at the idea, hot at the image of being filled with all of him and whine again when his fingers slip out of you. Gossamer strands of your cum follow them, only to break and splatter along the inside of your flushed thighs. Javier smiles the same charming smile as when he sings and soothes you by rubbing your thigh with one hand while the other goes to undo his belt buckle.

You don’t see the length of him, only feel the heat of him against the petals of your cunt and it’s enough for you to yelp like some poor animal caught in a trap. Javier is bent over you, the build of his slim body covering you with his elbow supporting him above your head, eyes attuned to the half lit scene before him. You, sweating enough to make strands of your hair stick your flushed face with your eyes half lidded and mouth parted. His hips move without him thinking, coating his length in your glimmering release and rubbing against your still sensitive clit that it makes you flinch - mewling his name in a wet and defeated tone that makes him huff in half fondness-half teasing.

“Javi-” you whine, hotter than you have ever been and voice cracking when the head of his cock brushes past your entrance and makes its way in. You gasp into his mouth, one hand coming to cover your eyes and the other gripping at the fabric of his shoulder. Javier sighs against your lips and kisses you to muffle his own noises - higher pitched than he’d like to admit they are lost in between your two mouths as you take another inch of him. He is long, he knows this and you are tight ; tighter than anyone else he’s ever been with due to your lack of experience so he is slow with you despite how he wants to devour you entirely with one stroke.

Javier is tactical when he wants to be and is more than practical when he has to be so he controls himself, letting you have him inch by torturous inch. You are panting, throwing your head back in a way that lets him catch the tears that make it down your cheek and are uncovered by your hand. With one hand he bats away yours until your face - glistening and flushed is revealed to him as your mouth shines with drool from pleasure. His thumb goes to wipe away a tear and you move to feel the warmth of him more closely.

“Why are you crying hermosa, hm?” He asks you, sighing at how you take more of him so sweetly. You don’t respond only squealing and squeezing around him as you lose more of yourself on his cock. Half of him is seated inside you, enough for you to moan his name brokenly as you beg for more despite you wincing when he moves. Javier grunts and stops, letting the half of him that’s inside you stay still to let you breathe

“You can,” you pant, “you can put the whole thing in - please, please put it in.” You beg, and a thrill goes up his spine at the idea of seeing you weep from his cock being too much runs across his mind before he pushes it to the side. You are far too sweet, too delicate to be treated so roughly by him. You aren’t a working girl he can forget about come morning but the woman he wants to wake up to, which is why it’s easy for him to do what he thinks to be best.

He denies you.

“No, this is -” he sighs deeply at the way you feel around him - slick and wet and wanting for him to give you more until it aches. “This is enough. You’ll take the rest next time.” You whine at the thought and whine again when he pulls his slim hips back to fuck you like that. He gives you slow, careful thrusts with the hand that cradles your face sneaking down to rub at your pulsing clit with gentle precision. It’s almost too much for you, he notes and he feels bad that the sight of you weeping on half his cock, losing your mind with your eyes glassy from tears is doing it more for him than anything else.

You’ve always been a proper girl, ever since he saw you on your horse in the snow of Colter looking at him with the sweetest eyes framed by snowflakes. There’s a sick pleasure tugging at his stomach at how he has you now, manners gone and all you are now is debauched and drunk on him. It’s almost enough to make him finish and clearly it’s enough to get you there too by the way you weep out the little nickname you gave him.

“Javi, Javi, ’m going to -” He cuts you off with a punched out exhale, grinding his molders to keep from cumming inside by how you keep tightening around him like a vice.

“Go let go for me, mi amor - you’ve been so good.” With that you break, voice so ruined it cracks when you whine out babbles of precious thank yous in his ear as you come to completion a second and last time for the night. It’s painful, the last drag he gets of your cunt before he tugs at his sticky and slick cock to shoot his spend against the mound of your cunt. The sight of him dripping down to your twitching lower half more than makes up for it and he is more than willing to bend back over you to press gentle kiss after kiss on your panting lips. Your eyes had fluttered close and you babbled mindlessly under his gentle touches as you slowly came back down to look up at him with blearily eyes. Javier smiles at you with all the tenderness of the world when you wrap your arms around his neck - he manages to settle on his side with you in his arms and you tuck your face into his neck. You nuzzle the skin and sight softly, eyes red and half lidded tired from all he has pulled for you. Javier is soft with you, spoiling you by letting his nails scratch your scalp the way you like.

“Rest mi vida, I’ll clean you up.” he murmurs into your hair, presses a kiss to the crown of your head. You hum, murmur his name and a soft little confession of love before your eyes slip shut. You shiver when the soft fabric of a pocket square wipes at the mess of your swollen cunt and whine when you are moved to have your nightgown pulled over your head. Through your fussing Javier remains gentle, whispering praise as he settles you to his chest to sleep. When you awake you’ll be faced with teasing you thought you were quiet enough to avoid but that can wait. Now your eyes are heavy and Javier’s heartbeat is soothing - anything else can wait as for now you want for nothing else.

[thedeviltohisangel]

For A Fortnight There We Were (One Shot): It Fit Too Right

a/n: welcome to my all the things i did metaverse. please meet evelyn, a hollywood a-lister who falls in love with her co-star callum turner while filming masters of the air. this will most likely be a request based series so send them all in! would also love to flush out this relationship more with you guys through asks and chats. let me know what you think!!

He stood in the doorway of their hotel suite with a smile as he watched one person tug the corset of her gown tighter, another brush powder across her cheeks and a third place her hair over her shoulder in a meticulous manner. 

“I promise we’re almost done, baby.” 

“Don’t rush perfection on my account,” he said with a smile as he took a few steps into the room. “Let me help, love.” Callum grabbed the pair of heels from her stylist and dropped to one knee, Evelyn steadying herself on his shoulder as he slipped on one shoe and then the other. He kissed up her leg for good measure as she giggled, standing with a matching smile as she pulled him in for a kiss.

“People might get the wrong idea. You being on one knee like that.” In reality, he was just waiting for her to say she was ready and he’d be on one knee with a ring in hand in an instant. 

“The right idea you mean.” Evelyn blushed as her team began to filter out of the room. There was always a moment before every event that the two of them wanted time to themselves. They had gotten used to picking up the tempo for when it was arriving. “One day,” he followed up with a whisper. 

“One day. Soon.” He felt something blossom in his chest at her words. “Help me with my necklace?” The gold chain held a dainty C charm and fit perfectly snug around her neck as he clasped it securely.

“Gave you this necklace almost two years ago. So much has changed since then.” Yet so much had also stayed the same. They were still in each other’s orbit, circling the sun together and happy to live in this pattern for the rest of eternity. 

“And we finally get to show the world our love story.” Callum wrapped his arms around her from behind and they swayed gently to the song playing in his head. “Tracy told me there’s already stories lined up about the timeline of it all. About the overlap of still being legally married and filming the show and meeting you.” Her publicist warned her as soon as the premiere was scheduled that all the questions were going to get dragged up again. The accusations and the whispers of infidelity.

“I know the truth and you know the truth, Ev. That’s all that fucking matters.” The truth was that her marriage was a disaster the entire last year. The fights about his job and her job and fertility issues and the occasional bump of coke all mixing into a toxic sludge she was still working her way through years later.

“You’ll punch anyone who asks on the carpet or on the press tour?” She looked at him over her shoulder. 

“With a smile on my face,” Callum answered with a pucker of his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Begrudgingly, she untangled herself from his arms and interlocked their fingers together in its place. He squeezed tight as they took the elevator down to the lobby with their security, her other hand wrapping around his wrist for two anchor points at the sight of the paparazzi waiting for them on the sidewalk. 

“Evelyn! Callum! Look to the left!

“To the right, guys, come on a little smile please!”

“Callum, how about a kiss?”

His hand landed on the small of her back as he helped her into the waiting SUV before sliding in next to her. Evelyn collapsed as the door shut. “Fucking brutal,” she muttered.

“I’m hoping they get what they want at the carpet and they can leave us alone when we get back tonight.” He reached for her hand and held it in his lap. “What are my lanes in the road for touching you tonight?” 

“Are you feeling particularly handsy tonight, Mr. Turner?” she asked with a smirk as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed across each knuckle. 

“That dress is an inspiration.” She leaned in with a giggle and kissed him square on the mouth. 

“Then make sure everyone there tonight knows that.” His eyebrows raised on their own accord. 

“Yeah? You mean that?” Normally, she was much more reserved. Making him settle for longing stares and soft, hidden smiles and subtle allusions to each other. She hid from all the attention and let her work speak for itself. 

“Maybe…maybe the part of me that always wants to hide should work on healing herself tonight.” It also had been a piece of homework from her therapist this week. 

“Okay. Okay, yeah, we’ll work on it tonight. Together.” 

“Together,” she reiterated as he kissed her hand again and then her lips. 

“You make me so happy. No matter what.” 

“You make me happiest,” she laughed as he buried his face in the crook of her neck and left a few kisses there. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

----

The ride was over all too quickly, the SUV idling at the start of the carpet and the sounds of muffled screaming and yelling reaching their ears instantly. Ever since their relationship had been made public, there had been attention on them like neither had ever experienced. 

She had been called a cheater, he had been called a social climber. Accusations of adultery and a months-long affair behind her husband’s back and questions on how valid Callum’s feelings could be as a less well-known star than her. Hell, Howard Stern had straight up asked her on his radio show how it felt to have power over the person she was in a relationship with when she had been so powerless previously. Callum certainly hadn’t taken kindly to the implication. 

Quarantine had been the perfect bubble for their love to take root and flourish. Had insulated them from the outside world as long as possible and allowed her walls to come down. They were built up so high after her failed marriage. Reinforced as her mind worked through the mental fuckery of falling in love with your co-star. Evelyn hadn’t known where she began and the character ended for the longest time but she knew in her heart she wanted to figure it out with him. 

The roar reached a fever pitch as Callum stepped out of the car, buttoned his jacket and waved to a group of fans on the side. He waited for her, watched her take a deep breath and square her shoulders before she took his outstretched hand and stepped out of the vehicle. 

Her movie star smiled flitted across her face easily as their fingers interlocked and her own hand raised in a wave before letting her boyfriend slot his lips against hers to the delight of the camera flashes. 

“Let’s do a couple autographs before interviews.” Her publicist gently pressed on the small of her back to guide in the direction of glossy photographs and posters and an endless sea of markers.

Evelyn smiled warmly as she let go of his hand and began to scrawl her name across various posters of her in Targaryen garb or an old military uniform or the occasional photo she had taken with a fan previously that they were now adding her penmanship to.

“Can I get a selfie?”

“Yeah of course!” She smiled with as many fans as she could and let them take a few photos to choose from before she was getting the signal it was time to keep it moving. “Thanks for coming!” Evelyn blew a few kisses to the crowd before Callum had her hand right back in his for the ensuing carpet walk. 

“Ev, you want to go first?” Tracy asked as she was beginning to urge her to the first photomark. She hit the X and did her best to look at the cameras like she wanted to fuck them. Those were normally the only shots that kept their hunger sated and kept from yelling too explicitly at her the rest of the night. 

She looked over her shoulder and watched Callum smile and show off his suit like it was second nature and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to look at the photos later to see just how in love she was in this moment. He took her extended hand with a mischievous smile, falling in love all over again with this side of her that he knew well but she kept hidden from the outside world. 

“Let me get the two of you looking to the right!”

“Put your hands on her, mate!” “Look right at the camera with a smile, Evelyn!”

Callum furrowed his brow and wrapped his arm around her waist a little tighter as they kept fighting for a piece of them. They had both worked so hard to keep this one corner of their lives sacred and private but they couldn’t stay that way forever. Especially when they were trying to promote the show that brought them together in the first place. 

“You good?” he asked, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Hold my hand the rest of the carpet?”

“Of course, love.” Their eyes stayed locked together as he kissed the back of her hand and they made their way towards the first interviewer. 

“It’s so good to see you guys again!”

“It’s good to see you too! It’s been a minute,” Evelyn replied.

“Last time I saw you, Callum, you were with George Clooney which is a hard interview companion to top-”

“Oh, I’ve done it. This one’s my companion for life.” She couldn’t help but blush at his forwardness. “This show brought so many beautiful people to my life and introduced me to this incredible story of these men and the sacrifices they made for us but I’ll never be able to articulate what meeting this woman and falling in love with her has done for me and the honor that has truly been.” 

“This is why my team is always trying to keep us separate in front of a microphone because we always get a little in our feels about each other.” Evelyn rested her cheek against his chest.

“Tell me about that. You guys film this show and feel some vibes and then the premiere gets delayed for two years. Does this add to the nervousness or does it add to the excitement?”

“Definitely both,” Evelyn teases, “the characters are real people, real heroes, so there is such a desire to make sure the story is told in the most accurate, thankful way. Part of making sure that happened was fully devoting ourselves to the relationship between these two and to discover something real in the process was a really happy accident.” Her hand rested on his cheek and he kissed her palm, looking at her like she was the only girl in the entire world. For him she was.

“We had the opportunity to meet their children and grandchildren which was such a blessing because on paper I was skeptical, it seemed written for the movies, but they had letters and pictures and stories that really showed these two loved each other in a magical way their entire lives.”

“And what’s next for you two? I hear rumors we may see you, Ms. Shaw, in a movie about sand and worms…” Evelyn laughed. 

“I hear Austin Butler loves worms so you should ask him. I know nothing about a movie with those themes.” She mimed sealing her lips and throwing away the key. The interviewer looked to Callum for help.

“Hey, I know even less than you do. This one’s a steel trap.” 

“Alright, I’m getting the signal that the most in demand people on this carpet tonight are needing to move along. Have the best night ever you two!” They both offered their thanks before a team of security and assistants collapsed ranks around them as they moved down the carpet. 

“How’d we do, Trace?” Callum asked as he swung their interlocked hands back and forth. 

“You were on your best behavior. Thank you.” Evelyn was a typical client for a publicist. Did good work and got high profile projects, never caused controversy in an interview but had some skeletons in her closet. Evelyn always did exactly as she asked and took her advice as gospel. Her boyfriend on the other hand was all boisterous and laughed and sang and had not a care in the world. He wanted to hold her and kiss and let the whole world know he was in love with her and scream it from the rooftops. 

“I see Mr. Butler!” Evelyn pointed directly ahead to the tall blonde man taking photos with Barry. “Oh, and Barry! I haven’t seen him recently enough to ask about bathwater.”

“Look who it is! My first and second wheel!” Austin lifted her up and spun her around before greeting Callum. “You two walking together?” While he was very familiar with their PDA behind closed doors, it was rare to see it out in the open. 

“This is as close to her accepting a proposal as I’m gonna get, mate.” Ev rolled her eyes and turned to get in between them for the row of photographers currently screaming at them. She is safe in between the two of them. Had needed every ounce of it when she had arrived on set all those years ago. 

She knew Callum had a ring tucked away somewhere safe. Knew he was dying with every passing day to make things between them official forever. She meant soon when she had said it earlier. 

Evelyn looked up at him as the camera continued to blind her and she tuned them out. She smiled and he smiled right back. “I love you,” he whispered so it existed just between the two of them. 

“I love you, too. So much.” 

Yes. Soon indeed.

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I'm just looking respectfully at all these fine details okay

Ethari's shirt looks like it could be green, like Runaan's, but it's actually blue. Hard to say what the true color is with the way the Silvergrove dome works, but it's possible this is basically the same color as his OG shirt.

The metal shoulder-top collar bits look similar to jack chain, a protective minimalist version of plate armor with a really cool vibe:

I don't know that it says Ethari has been doing more combat, per se. With everything else he has going on, it could be part of an overly formal and overly restrictive collar that's "just decorative."

These metal circles on the front of his shoulders look to be inspired by Runaan's shoulder markings. The connection is emphasized by the blue gems inset:

These decorations are on his front, so everyone who approaches him will have to see and acknowledge this part of his look. I'm not sure he could shout any louder that he's still devoted to (and mourning) his missing husband without going hoarse every day.

His forge sleeves and his brown undersleeves are still the same, it seems! Which means he's still doing his tinkering and he still needs his stitched enchantments from his forge.

New earring! It looks like a cuff, but maybe it's two rings close together? Leaning slightly toward the cuff because it could reference Runaan's hair cuffs, and that's angstier, and this man seems to be wearing all his sorrows, clasping himself in their metal forms, every day.

Oh. Hm. Yeah, okay, that feels like it holds together. Ethari is wearing a lot more metal now than before, and all three things are angsty in some way. They weigh him down. Grief does that too. He's just... given it a shape.

His horn cuff has a new design as well. It's overall shape is slightly different, as if he's made himself a whole new pair of them perhaps? But he's still got the same gems from the old pair, and they look heavily armored or anchored in place, as if he's afraid of them casually falling out and being lost - he's making extra sure that the gems that represent his husband's eyes, the gems that tell everyone who he chose to give his heart to, will remain with him. He's lost everything else, you see.

His hair is longer too, which has a weight of its own. He could be growing it out to remember Runaan's long hair, but the way it's scruffy near his right horn also speaks to neglect, as if he's simply doing nothing at all with it except for perhaps occasionally clipping handfuls short when they get in his way at work. (Does this mean Runaan used to shave the sides of Ethari's undercut for him and now he's not there to do it so it grows out? new headcanon unlocked)

But something is missing that should be here:

WHERE is this man's PURPLE SCARF. It was the cutest, softest thing about him, and it's gone missing! This bodes, and not well. For Ethari to take off his scarf could mean he's given up some of his softness. It could imply the scarf was a gift from Runaan, and he can't bear to wear it without his husband. It could also just mean it's summer and Ethari can't stand hot weather so he's set it aside. But scarves are important for pulling close and kissing reasons, you see - where do you think Rayla got that move from - so there is some romantic angst associated with the absence of a once-present scarf!

And lastly, Ethari's pose. It's hard to tell from a still, but it does look like he's either making a fist over his (missing) heart, or grasping for a necklace he's not wearing anymore. Either way... ow.

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[vir-bellanaris]

Tendrils of green mist swirled around the two lone figures framed within ancient broken ruins. The smaller of the two reaching to find purchase amongst the furs the other wore upon his chest.

"I did not wish for you to see what I've been forced to become."

"Forced by whom? Yourself? You have real people here who care for you!"

"Stop. You cannot understand."

Stung, Lavellan drew in her chin. "Evidently neither can you." She continued to grasp his shoulders. She wanted to shake him, rattle his brain around a bit in that damnably hard head of his. "You said yourself I saw more than most. There has to still be some part of the man I fell in love with left."

"Vhenan." The word spoken like second nature still cuts deep. Both of them flinch involuntarily. His hands finally find her arms, holding a moment before firmly pressing them away. "You cannot dissuade me from this course."

"That's not why I'm here." Lavellan refuses to accept his rebuttal, she cups his face instead, trying to embrace him like grasping at smoke. "You call me 'your heart', even now, and yet you try to distance yourself as far from me as possible. Solas..." She tugs his face closer, their eyes seeking the depths of the other. "I refuse to give up on you."

He doesn't offer an answer.

His hands seek her wrists, gripping for a moment as though to push her away yet he stills and rests there, holding her to him. His lips part, wishing to speak, but they both know no words can do justice to the depths of emotion they've both waded through.

She takes in a slow lungful of air, feeling his warm breath mingle with her own. Her thumbs stroke over the sharp angle of his cheekbones, across the freckles smattered on fair skin like stars.

Her eyes fill with tears.

"Don't." His voice breaks on the pleading word, his arms encircling her body, holding her to him as she fights to remain poised.

"You're such an ass."

"I know."

"Why must you push me away only to linger in the periphery of my life?"

Solas presses his forehead against hers, his nose brushing against hers. "You know why." His hands grasp the curve of her waist, pulling her closer. "You are my weakness, my love. The one thing in this world that came close to toppling all my careful plans."

"Solas..."

"I thought I could rend the connection between us as surely as I will the Veil." His next breath is shuddering, his hands flex against her. "I've failed in that as well."

Her hands still cup his face, unable to school her desperation for some glimmer of hope for them. She pulls back enough to study his expression, the dark circles beneath eyes the color of a dusky eve. "I love you."

"I know, vhenan."

"But it isn't enough."

"No. It is not." He takes her hand, the one that bore the anchor, and kisses the palm. "Understand what I must do will never change how I love you."

She grasps his hand like a lifeline, her eyes growing wide with desperation. "Solas, please. Don't leave me."

He presses the leatherbound wolf jaw necklace into the palm he'd just kissed. "I will forever be with you, my heart."

It was always easier for him in the Fade.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Chasing Away the Cold

The ship swayed gently as it rested, at anchor. Doe lay on her bed in the bright cabin that was hers alone, gazing at the trinkets on the shelf: several pretty shells, a cut ruby and gold necklace that had been a gift, a music box. It was eerily silent; the crew had disembarked, but she was tired of land, wanted the gentle hush of the sea. It made her heart full to know she was trusted to care for the Sanguine Shadow, a little flare of light in her chest that kept her warm on this cold night. Through the porthole, she spied a drift of white lifted on the chill air.

A gentle knock pulled her from her reverie. 'Lass?'

'Come in,' she said, shifting onto her side as the door opened to reveal Gale, snow melting in his hair. 'Hello, you. I thought you were having a well earned drink and a dance.'

'Ah,' he said, smiling sheepishly at her as he shrugged out of his coat. 'A siren pulled me back. Have you seen her?'

'Hmm,' said Doe, tapping her bottom lip thoughtfully. 'She was in the captain's quarters last, I believe- hey!' She squealed as Gale pulled her from her bed to kiss her. He held her by the waist, close and gentle. It was sweet and smouldering, his kiss, like embers and yielding ripe fruit on the tongue. She melted into his embrace and felt him grin against her, dipping his head to kiss her throat.

'Not tonight,' he rasped softly. 'If you don't mind.'

'I don't,' she agreed. 'It's a cold night, after all.'

As if to emphasise her point, the wind picked up to a howl outside, the whirl of snow thickening and beginning to settle. She shivered in her thin shift. Gale smiled sympathetically, grasping the thin material in his warm hands and lifting it over her head to reveal her body, gooseprickled with cold.

'Poor thing,' he breathed, tipping forward to claim her mouth again, his hot tongue slipping between her lips, his breath in her mouth, a hand moving to gently cup the back of her head, kneading in soothing circles. They fell back on the bed and he covered her body, trailing kisses over jaw and neck and chest; he was focused, lips and tongue drawing sighs from her, leaving marks of possession on her skin for the captain to find- and try to best- later.

'Gale-' she said breathily, her hands tugging at his hair gently as he suckled a nipple, drawing it to a hard peak. When he looked up to meet her eyes, his gaze was hungry, the fire in those dark depths stoked to a blaze, but still adoring.

'A little warmer, lass?' He smiled at her blush; she was thawing under his skilled touch. Smoothing a hand along her skin to rest at her throat, the heavy coolness of his rings strangely soothing to her, he turned his attention to her other breast, groaning into her skin as her breath caught. He knew the map of her body well enough, but allowed her hands to guide his head down the soft rise of her belly. His kisses there tickled; she giggled and he only peppered her with more, laughing up at her with sparkling mischief in his gaze.

'Beautiful songbird,' he chuckled, nuzzling at her skin. 'You have such an infectious, wicked little laugh.'

'It's the wicked company,' she replied, grinning. 'Something about a scoundrel pirate...'

He raised a brow, smirking. 'What have you heard?'

'Oh, lots of things,' she said, writhing as he licked at her inner thigh. In response, he tsked and gripped her thighs with both hands, keeping her still. 'For one thing- he's a bit of a control freak.'

His eyes glittered at that. He pulled her down the bed, closer to his mouth, laughing darkly when she yelped. 'Hmmm. What else?'

'He's very attentive.'

'Mmhm.' He smirked into her skin, pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses higher and higher, going slowly, teasing and thorough.

'Anything else, lass?' he whispered, breath ghosting over her clit.

'He's very good,' she croaked, mouth suddenly dry.

Gale closed his eyes and moaned softly at the praise, finally lowering his head to put soft lips and skilled tongue to work. He remained slow, relishing the waves of heat rolling off her, the soft cries from her mouth, her hands gathering his hair in her fists in an effort to ground herself. He lifted her, hooked his arms beneath her thighs to ensure no escape, stayed attuned to the trembling of her body and the tension he was building. When her breathing grew fast and shallow, he pulled back for the briefest moment.

'Doe,' he growled. 'Let go.'

The command sent her falling into pleasure; tears rolled down her cheeks and she screamed his name as he worked her into a second, finally pulling away with her arousal over mouth and bearded chin. He licked his lips, catlike and smug.

'You're wearing too many clothes,' she said as he rose to kiss her. He pressed her into the mattress, hands cupping either side of her neck.

'Hmm. And what do you plan to do about that, little siren?'

It was his turn to yelp in surprise as she flipped them, straddling him as her hands went to his crisp blue linen shirt. Her legs still trembled; Gale's hands went to her hips to steady her as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. She pressed small soft kisses into his chest and shoulders, licked up his neck with a devouring tongue, tugged at his earlobe with her teeth and drew a feral snarl from him.

'You're so good,' she said between kisses, nosing at his jaw. 'Such a sweet boy.' Her hand stroked downward to unlace his trousers and she shifted so he could shimmy out of them, dropping to her knees beside the bed.

'Careful lass,' he warned. 'Keep talking like that and I won't get to be inside you before- ah-'

She grinned wickedly, big brown eyes sparkling. 'I don't plan on it, love.' With that, she divested him of the last of his clothes, took his cock in her hand and drew it into her mouth; the sound of his stuttering breath, the whimpers he could not hold back, were music to her.

She was as slow and attentive as he had been; the heat of her mouth and softness of her tongue rendering him nothing but a moaning mess above her. She would not let him have release however, not yet; she released him, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and bright eyes as she rose to straddle him again, guiding him within her. His eyes fluttered closed, his teeth grit on a groan as she sank onto him, his hands bruising on her hips to set his own punishing pace. The sweet gentleness of before gave way to hard, desperate thrusts; she came again above him, collapsing into his grip with a hoarse cry, and it only drove him to push her more.

'Fuck, Gale that feels so good-'

'You feel incredible,' he moaned in response. 'Gods- I love you- I love you so much-'

'I love you too,' she gasped. 'I need you- I need you to fill me right now-'

And then he came, heat and cries and ragged breathing, his arms winding around her to hold her close as they rode out their highs, the snowstorm raging outside, unable to touch the fire that blazed between the siren and her scoundrel.

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[sevasey51]

When It’s Too Much

Paring: Matt Casey x Kelly Severide

Summary: just husband fluff I could imagine something like this happening after Otis’ death when Casey got grilled for safety at the mattress factory fire.

Kelly Severide stood at the entrance of their office, his eyes falling on Matt Casey, who was sitting in the corner, his hands moving rhythmically. Kelly’s chest tightened as he watched the familiar stimming motions. He knew that look, the tension in Matt’s shoulders, and the way he seemed lost in his own world.

“You’re overwhelmed, aren’t you?” Kelly asked gently, his voice soft.

Matt glanced up, his expression guarded. “No, I’m okay,” he said, his fingers still moving. “Just thinking.”

Kelly knew better. Without another word, he crossed the room, taking Matt’s hand and guiding him to the couch. He sat down next to him, pulling Matt into his arms and engulfing him in a deep pressure hug. “You don’t need to put up a front with me, Bug. It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice calm and steady.

Matt hesitated for a moment, but then he let himself relax into Kelly’s embrace, the weight of his husband’s arms around him providing an anchor. His hand reached up, finding Kelly’s necklace, the familiar cool metal between his fingers. Stimming with it, he felt a small sense of relief, the comfort of routine helping him settle.

Kelly held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Matt’s eyes closed, his breathing beginning to sync with Kelly’s. The world felt less overwhelming when Kelly was there, grounding him. “You always know what I need,” Matt murmured, his voice barely audible.

Kelly smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Matt’s temple. “Of course I do. You don’t have to pretend with me.”

Matt nodded, continuing to stim with the necklace, finding comfort in Kelly’s presence. “Thank you,” he whispered, grateful for the support he knew he could always count on.

“Always, Bug,” Kelly replied. “I’m here for you, no matter what.”

[feyhunter78]

Among the Sun Ch 11

Description: Miguel comes to apologize and the dreams you both share come to light.

Ch 12

“I will accept that our circumstances were skewed, that our minds were not our own, if you agree to pretend last night never happened.”

Your words pierce his heart. How could he do such a thing? Pretend that he was not drowning in you, in the pleasure and serenity that your very presence brings?

“It was never my desire to humiliate you, in fact I had the very man who added the petals to your bath executed.” He says, hoping a loss of life will show you how desperately he wishes to care for and protect you.

“I did not ask for such a thing; I do not wish for blood to be on my hands.” You snap, fear flashing in your eyes.

Miguel’s shoulders slump, it’s clear that he’s gravely erred. “I—y/n, forgive me—I had such hopes for our reunification and—”

“Reunification? You and I have never met before, you threatened to burn my home to the ground.” You tell him, your voice teetering on the edge of cold, the first frost of winter creeping in.

Your words are so sure, so steady, and he can’t stop his own from spilling out. “You do not remember? We are fated, I have shared my dreams with you since we were children.”

You look at him as if he’s grown a second head. “Beg pardon?”

Gods, he wishes you would beg, just as you did in the bath and his receiving room, it would ease the pain in his chest as he realizes you truly have no recollection of him.

He stands, approaching you swiftly, grabbing your wrists and anchoring you before you can flee, his tail wrapping around your ankle once more.

“Look at me y/n, do you not know me? Do you not see the face of he who is bound to you? I am yours; I have been yours since I have known what it is to be another’s.” He pleads, heart aching to be recognized.

You lower your gaze, refusing to look at him, so he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

You search his face, eyes drinking in every detail, cogs turning behind them as you comb through your memories only to come up with faint wisps of dreams. “I kne—dreamed of a boy, he was kind and sweet, but his memory faded, he abandoned me once I grew older, like all beings of a child’s imagination does.” Your voice is soft, dismissive, unbelieving.

He shakes his head, this is agony. “No, no, mi vida, I am right here, I never left you, I swear on all the gods, I would never part from you.”

You continue searching, your attention caught by his pendant, the swiftness of his motions has caused it to slip from beneath his tunic. “That necklace—that’s mine.”

He glances down. The pendant is one from long ago, a thin gold chain, a rounded circle of gold, shaped like a radiant sun carved so deeply into it, air passes straight through. “No, this is mine, it was a gift from when I was younger. It is very precious to me, I do not wear it outside the palace, I only retrieved it from the vault early this morning.”

You shake your head. “No, it was a gift of mine, I have the matching piece, the sun that fits within that which is around your neck. I do not understand, I gave that piece, your piece to…” Your words trail off, a roaring waterfall into a trickling spring.

“Y/N?” He asks carefully.

“I remember it so clearly. I had not dreamt of him for months, and it was so dark, a tangible darkness, the air thick with smoke. I found him, bleeding, wounded, frightened, and…” There’s a forlorn look in your eyes, as if you were haunted by the memory.

Miguel bit the inside of his cheek, he has no memory of this, he did not dream during the games, he was sure of it. “And?”

“And he could not hear me, he stared through me as if I were a specter, as if he could not feel my touch.” Tears slip down your cheeks, and he realizes you take no notice of them, too entangled within your memory. “I pressed the necklace into his hands, told him that it pained me to see him in such a state, that I missed his presence in my dreams. I did not see him again after that. I believed him dead.”

Miguel gently catches your tears with his thumb, an anguish clear on his face. “Cariño…”

“I saw him once more, the night of my eight-and-tenth birthday. It was meant to be joyous; mother allowed Nathaniel, one of my elder brothers, to take me to the kingdom of Rieta, and for a moment I thought I saw him, living and breathing, stumbling out of a whorehouse.”

His stomach lurches, a sinking feeling of dread settling on his shoulders, a mantle of guilt. “A whorehouse? When was this?”

“Two days past when the crow flies, during the month of Qonia.” You tell him, that forlorn look fading, the fires of rage burning through the mist of grief.

“Did you speak with him?” His heart is pounding, like the hooves of warhorses against the ground.

You nod, raking your teeth across your bottom lip. “I grabbed his wrist, spoke his name, but he shook me off, stared right through me as he had in my dreams. Told me that he had no use for streetwalkers and tore his arm from my grip. I stopped wearing my necklace after that night.”

Miguel is torn between freeing the soft flesh from the grip of your teeth or falling to his knees to beg your forgiveness. In an act of cowardice, he does neither, instead he remains silent, unmoving.

“You speak of us being fated, but why would one who is meant to be by my side speak to me with such harshness, treat me in such a callous manner?” You ask, though he can tell it is less of a question and more of an accusation.

Because he was drunk, beyond all manner of sobriety, fresh from winning the games, and desperately seeking solace. It was the night he met Ava. To think that if he had been less intoxicated, if he had stopped to look closer at you, to breathe in the scent of your skin, he would have found you first. He curses his younger self, and the foolishness that comes from pride.

“Because fate is cruel, and alcohol is the gods’ way of making fools of us all.” He admits, as he releases your hands.

A small part of him latches onto the fact that you have dropped any pretense of pretending he and the man from your dreams are not one and the same. A small spark of hope flickers in his chest.

You blink up at him. “You cite drunkenness as your excuse?”

“I remember that night, vaguely, remember a soft hand on my wrist, a muddled voice and then nothing. I had won my throne a few days prior, my companions wished to celebrate, and I—I wished to drown my sorrows.”

Your gaze softens for a moment, then the sheet of ice slips back into place. “I waited for you, in my dreams, for years, then I found you, purely by chance, and you tossed me aside. How am I expected to relinquish the pain I felt? You abandoned me.”

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[monochromaticbeans]

Chapter 34: I Will Always Love You

However far away, I will always love you

However long I stay, I will always love you.

“Lovesong” ~ the Cure

The night sky stretched out like an endless canvas above them, the city lights below twinkling like scattered stars. Tokyo Tower stood tall in the distance, its red and white lights glowing softly against the backdrop of the city skyline. A gentle breeze swept through the air, carrying with it the faint hum of the city far below, but up here, it was quiet. Peaceful.

Hikari sat on the edge of the hill, her legs tucked underneath her as she gazed out at the view. The lights of Tokyo stretched on for miles, a sea of twinkling brightness that seemed to pulse with life even in the dead of night. It was beautiful—almost surreal.

Beside her, Keisuke leaned back on his hands, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The roar of his bike’s engine still hummed in the back of her mind, the thrill of the ride up here lingering in her bones. He hadn’t told her where they were going, just that he wanted to take her somewhere special. Somewhere quiet.

And now, sitting here under the stars with him, she couldn’t imagine a more perfect place.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice soft as the wind rustled through her hair. She glanced over at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “How’d you find this spot?”

He shrugged, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just rode past it one day,” he said, his voice low and calm. “Figured you'd like it up here.”

Her smile widened, warmth blooming in her chest as she leaned into him, her shoulder brushing against his. “I love it,” she murmured, her eyes drifting back to the skyline.

For a moment, the two of them sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city distant and far away. Up here, it was just them—no noise, no chaos. Just the quiet rhythm of their breathing and the soft murmur of the wind.

His fingers twitched slightly against the grass, his mind racing even though he tried to keep it still. He knew what was coming—the storm that was about to hit Toman. Kisaki, Valhalla, Kazutora… It was all hanging over his head like a blade, waiting to fall. And as much as he wanted to tell her, as much as he wanted to keep her close and warn her about the shit that was about to go down, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t risk it. If she knew, if she found out about his plan to defect to Valhalla to protect Toman, it would all fall apart. She would try to stop him. She’d get herself involved. And he couldn’t let that happen.

So instead, he stayed quiet, his eyes flickering to her as she leaned against him, her presence anchoring him even as his mind spun in circles.

“I got something for you,” he said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.

She blinked, turning to look at him with a curious tilt of her head. “What is it?”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small flat box. For a second, he hesitated, his fingers gripping the box tightly before he handed it to her.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she took the box from his hand. “Keisuke… what’s this?”

“Just… open it,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he looked away.

Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she carefully opened the box. Inside, nestled on a small piece of black velvet, was a delicate silver necklace. The pendant was simple but elegant—a small, intricately detailed wolf.

She stared at it for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. “It’s beautiful…”

She reached out, gently lifting the necklace from the box, the silver glinting softly in the moonlight. “Keisuke, I… I don’t know what to say.”

He finally turned to look at her, his dark eyes softened with something that made her chest tighten. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just… wear it. Keep it with you.”

She swallowed, her fingers lightly tracing the pendant. She could feel the weight of his words—the unspoken meaning behind them. This wasn’t just a gift. It was something more. Something deeper.

As he fastened the clasp, his fingers lingered for a moment against her neck. “Wolves are loyal,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “They stick together, no matter what.”

Her fingers drifted to the pendant, feeling the cool silver against her skin. “Then I’ll keep it close,” she replied, giving him a small, reassuring smile. “Always.”

His gaze softened, but there was a shadow behind his eyes. She could see it now, just barely—a flicker of something he wouldn’t say, something he was holding back. But instead of pressing him, she just leaned into his touch, hoping her presence could ease whatever was weighing on him.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft as she reached out, her hand brushing against his. “It’s perfect.”

His fingers curled around hers, holding her hand in a grip that was both gentle and firm. His thumb grazed the back of her hand, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything, just held onto her as if she might slip away.

Then, quietly, almost as if he didn’t want her to hear it, he spoke.

“I love you.”

Her breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat at the words. He’d said it before, but only once. He wasn’t the type to throw those words around lightly. He showed it in other ways—in the way he protected her, in the way he always had her back. But now, hearing it from his lips again, it felt like a promise.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

His grip on her hand tightened for a moment, as if he was memorizing the feel of her skin, the warmth of her touch. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers as his hand came up to cup her cheek. “You mean everything to me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You know that, right?”

She nodded, her eyes searching his, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You mean everything to me, too.”

For a moment, the world felt still, the chaos of their lives fading into the background as they held onto each other. But even as she leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was weighing on him. Something he wasn’t telling her.

But she didn’t ask. She didn’t push. Instead, she let herself enjoy the moment—the warmth of his arms around her, the cool night air, the lights of the city far below.

And when he kissed her—slow, tender, and filled with all the things he couldn’t say—she felt her heart swell with love.

She didn’t know it yet. But soon, everything would change.

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[zahroreadsthings]

Finishing the job...

Question: What do you do next?

Response: Hang back to check on Lex.

Check notes for previous instalments

You hang back. 'You know, we won't be telling anyone about this so we sure won't tell anyone if you leave.'

'I need to keep an eye on the tide,' they say flatly.

You hug them. 'Thanks for trusting me to come.'

'Yeah. Never again, though.'

'At least this is a good thing for th-'

You hear a high shriek and a splash.

'Oh, shit,' Lex mutters. They hurry over to the sound with you.

Zulfiya shakes out her left sleeve as she stands from her fall. When you get closer you see it's soaked almost to her shoulder.

'I tripped,' she says indignantly. She flexes her wrist and yelps.

You wince. That probably could've been avoided if she had a light. 'Sorry.'

'Ugh.' She continues back to the anchor, cradling her hand to her chest.

You didn't think this far ahead a moment ago. 'Uh. Tell me what to do, I'll take over the best I can.'

'Roll up the net then use this to tie it up.' She unclasps the chain belt that held the orbs and drops it at your feet. You give Lex the lantern and kneel in front of the net to roll it up while she shakes the orbs to light them up again.

Lex helps Zulfiya set the second net down. You secure the chain around the first net and let her take it.

'We'll need to wait.'

'We should... do something about your wrist,' Lex says. 'The tidepools will be cold enough to soothe it.'

'Oh, some of them have heat sigils!' you remember. 'Keep an eye out for circle carvings.'

You follow Lex around with the lantern to find a suitable tidepool. Zulfiya elects to stay at the net until you find one and walk her over. She follows you, still fuming.

She plunges her wrist into the pool and drapes her skirt over the lantern to keep its light from the net. The three of you listen to the waves in darkness. Zulfiya watches the orbs.

'How long do we have?' you ask to break the silence.

'About an hour,' Lex replies.

'How long for the net to fill?'

'Should be less than an hour with the rings,' Zulfiya says.

'We aren't staying more than an hour,' Lex says firmly.

'But if -'

'Nope.'

Zulfiya huffs.

The silence stretches out again. Zulfiya moves her hand in and out of the pool. You fiddle with a loose thread on your jacket.

Eventually she says, 'Lights are out. Everyone who wants to come is there,' and pulls her hand from the water. You and Lex follow her back to the net.

She fiddles with another necklace until she manages to unclasp it - you see it's actually one long, thin chain she's looped around her neck twice. She gives you the necklace and pockets the orbs. You wrap the net up.

When you finish the three of you walk back to the stairs, Lex leading with the lantern and you following Zulfiya. She looks around, brow furrowed in concentration like she can hear something she can't place.

Before you go up the stairs you open your jacket to reposition Reginald so he doesn't poke your ribs. He's colder than you expected, but it's been a cold night, you suppose.

You hear a gasp and look up to see Zulfiya squinting at him. Suddenly she launches herself at you and snatches Reginald before you can stow him away.

'What - hey - give him back?!' You look to Lex for help. They turn and start walking down the stairs.

She grins like she's just solved her puzzle. 'I think our friend has a few dead people in it.'

'No he doesn't!'

'I thought something was following us. They must have attached when you stood in front of the net. I'm going to try get them out.'

[bullet-prooflove]

🌹

It takes him a second to recognise it.

The circle of gold with each of the cardinal points marked on it, the diamond nestled in the centre. Your North Star, you called it. It was an anchor in the middle of a restless sea, bringing you clarity when your mind was wild and adrift. It was always there, always pointing you in the right direction. You never took it off.

The chain was broken, the links torn away from each other while the clasp maintained intact. He’d worked enough cases to know when a necklace had been ripped from someone’s throat. It takes every single ounce of self-control not to react to the gauntlet that’s being thrown down because he knows that’s what the other man wants. Everything about the action is purposeful, designed to sow discord and chaos. That doesn’t stop Terry from wanting to kill this man, from wanting to beat him until he understands what it’s like to fear for your life, to have everything stripped away from him.

The North Star - Terry Bruno x Reader

[baileyboo2016]

cactus and abelia for the ask game?

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

how to navigate life as a college student without my parents! :)

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

i do! i wear a little gold chain bracelet on my right wrist, and there are a couple pendant necklaces i wear a lot too. one is a silver anchor, and the other is a gold circle with flowery engravings. i also have a cute silver ring i like to wear on my left hand.

[alltheverses]

[ID: A sunflower with the word "ArtisXan" in curling text written over it. To the left is a morel mushroom bead and small circle bead anchoring it to a necklace cord. To the right of the sunflower are a pen and a keychain. The pen is brown and has a sunflower and a morel mushroom bead near the top. The keychain has a sunflower, a large green leaf, and a morel mushroom. The items are stylized and have limited line work./id]

"Unique, nature-themed fidget jewelry designed by ArtisXan!"

I'm very excited, my friend's business is doing a kickstarter! They have never done custom beads before. It's a small business, only 3 people, but they have been getting more popular! Even if you aren't interested in the kickstarter, they have lots of other things to check out. Necklaces, bracelets, stickers, keychains, skate accessories, pins, earrings, and pens.

The stickers are all designed and drawn by ArtisXan, lots of nature and pride themes, as well as a bunch inspired by favorite media. The jewelry is food-grade silicone, and comes in discrete and fun designs intended for adults and teens.

Some of my personal favorite stickers are the "Emotional Support Water Bottle" and the "Do Not Perceive Me".

[atticusdanger]

I went to a fundraiser for a local leftist organization and it was hosted on this cult's land up in mountains. I think I'm a bad person b/c I hated it.

I parked my car on this gravel road and trekked maybe half a mile up the mountain, shivering from the cold growing more biting the closer I got to the faint noises of music and chatter.

A light projector played various colored liquids smashing, bleeding into each other on to a stretched out blanket and shaggy haired, messiah dressed in long white robes wrapped in animal furs stitched together with mismatched patterns cut from other fabrics. He cried out names and prices to 30~ people sipping on beers and puffing away on cigarettes or joints. Fashionable and chic, they all clapped for the winners who had to step over piles of clothes laid down on a white bed sheet on the ground between the audience and the shitty little stage made of dirt outlined by a sticks and stones.

Some didn't have to walk over the clothes they were laying on or in the layers of clothing.

The prices were stickers, and reusable cups. A night stay in the messiah's trailer rented out on AirBnB but free to the winner of the next named pulled out of a Cheeto bag being dried hump by a woman in a black pirate's coat with bouncing dreads.

"it has running water!" He raised the microphone to the audience who cheered.

"it's warm and you can wash your clothes." Again the the audience cheered as he plunged his hand into the orange bag.

I heard excited whispers from the the people around me and silent anticipation as he held the scarp a paper aloft.

"the winner is..."

I gotta pee. I was too late to have entered my name and I didn't know any of these cool hispters so I didn't really care. When I asked where I could go to pee I was met with sheepish smiles and meek shrugs.

"I went over there." Said a woman with feathers in her hair; her porcelain skin drenched in soot as she worked the fire.

"There?" I pointed at a road down a bend of trees pitched in darkness.

"Yeah. Just..." She wiggled her fingers in front of her grey ribbon skirt. Blue mischievous eyes twinkled by the fire light when I looked back up at her.

"oh, uh."

"Be one with nature John Smith."

She pulled at her sliver and turquoise beaded necklace, a little man with a horn pointed downward dangled from it.

I peed so fast -- there were broken down trucks and campers anchored to trees near the edges of the mountain side. Quite rumblings of life in each of them, flickers of lantern lights moving quickly between them. The rustling of scurrying wildlife and the wolf howl by human lungs.

I turned up a hill where a wooden surfboard planted in the ground etched with arrows and names to various parts of the camp site.

I flicked my phone light on:

"Intersessions to the Souls" pointed down a hill to circle of tents around a deep hole.

"Curious Elixirs" pointed up the mountain to a gated wall made of scavenged sheet metal.

"the Airbnb" pointed to a cozy trailer situated safely into the mountain, lawn chairs, a hot tub and Christmas lights hung from the awnings wrapping around various native American imagery.

Wait, is that why people were so intrigued by this? Does only one person have access to running water and power? Where does the messiah sleep when it's rented out?

I'm out of shape, struggled up the hill back to the people where someone the raffle continued on even after the grand price had been one. Someone had won a picture of their favorite flower to be painted by Jake and a hug from Stewart.

"Jake!" A man dressed in a white kaftan, long unkempt hair braided into his beard smiled at the crowd.

"My son" the messiah grinned. "What are you closing us out with?"

"I will be improvising an ancient obscure Japanese style of dance called Butoh while Micheal accompanies my movements with his electronic Santoro and Stewart with a trombone"

"okay. My sons." The messiah paints something on Jake's forehead while I inquire where people got their Miller Lights.

Jake stands still for a moment before he slowly waves his hands to soft chords. The crowd enraptured by his run to the left run to the right run one way and head down while he shakes his legs.

I sit by the fire asking giggling girls petting a large Armenian Shepard dog with clipped ears if they have a cigarette to spare. One girl smiles breaking the large red stripe across her face into a toothy white smile.

I watch people watch Jake dance for thirty minutes while I lay next to the fire talking to the dog about how much I wished I had beer, how I much I wanted cigarettes and how I wish whoever her human was, was a cute girl I could talk to but no one ever came.

"I will not be colonized" began to loop as Jake laid on the floor touching his toes to his nose.

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Soul bound-chapter 9

Elijah and Gina Bouchard-soulmate reincarnation fic

Compulsions and questions

Gina sat in the library rubbing her burning eyes. Five hours she sat going over her term paper. References and ideas blurred in black and white swirls. The dusty library books are to blame for her allergy and itchy eyes. She felt awful.

Ever since she'd told Elijah that she'd get to know him and give him a fair chance to know this version of her, she'd be plagued with nothing but ominous nightmares. On top of work and her paper, well, she wasn't doing great. 

When she opened her eyes she was treated by two smiling faces much to her surprise.  One of Rebeka Mikaelson and that of Caroline Forbes. The two blondes were smiling at her sitting directly across waiting patiently for Gina to acknowledge them.

“Am I hallucinating or are you two real?” Her voice sounded disoriented and disconnected even to her.  

“Gina, are you okay?” Carolines overly chipper voice that Gina usually enjoyed, now sounded far too loud and echoey in the large library. Caroline's hand shot across the table to anchor the college student to reality.

Her face was riddled with concern. She rubbed small circles on Gina’s palm to help her stay awake. 

“No, I think I'm coming down with something.” All she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for a month. No crazy dreams interrupting her sleep either, hibernation in a sense. 

What she really wanted was to cuddle with a certain dark haired Mickaelson brother that seemed sweet on her. She just wanted to wrap his strong arms around her shoulders and snuggle in….

“Earth to Gina!” Caroline was leaning over the table waving her hand in front of her face. She smirked and gently swatted the hand away. She had been enjoying her intrusive daydreams, 

“Caroline and I wanted to invite you over for a girls night this weekend. Wine, witchcraft and girl talk.” Rebeka's voice was sweet and melodic, slowly burrowing into Gina's ears. The offer seemed genuine and Gina was interested. 

A frown turned down her full lips like a pout and her eyebrows raised in awareness. She could literally feel the power of suggestion crawling over her skin cool and wafting like fog, 

She glared at the two women. Her hands wringing in her lap …rage slowly building. She hated when others tried to manipulate her. Rebeka wanted Gina to say yes, whether or not it was of her own volition.

“It won't work on me.” A sneer slowly pulled up on the corner of Gina's lips.

“ Why wouldn't you want to spend time with us? Oh, come on. It'll be fun!” Caroline was doing it too. Her radiant smile beamed with warmth and genuine kindness 

Gina reached down and pulled out a little jade charm in the shape of a gardenia from her V neck shirt. Her ward against magic….no …. specifically compulsions.

“ I'd be happy to. Honestly it would be a nice break. However, I want to make one thing perfectly clear.” Both women seemed surprised by Gina's change of tone and fierce demeanor. 

“You can't put me under a compulsion. Anything you ask, whether you like my answer or not, will be accepted without you violating that rule. I'll know “ She was alert now. Her necklace shimmered a faint white light. Rebeka smiled kindly at her.

“ We didn't come here to upset you Gina. I'd really like to know this version of you, Caroline seems fond of you, and your former self and I were quite close.” Rebeka's face softened as she spoke, you could hear the truth in her words. Honestly she'd intrigued you the night Elijah had taken you to the dinner club opening. She’d seemed excited to see you as if you were old friends….

“ My brother will be there too.” Gina laughed and covered her mouth. She could feel the crimson flush rising from her cheeks. The girls giggled at her response. She was too easy to read. 

“ I think that's a yes.” Caroline teased and slipped her a note. “ See you then.” Both ladies slipped out the side door together. Apparently that had been all they needed. How did they know she was at the library studying? Had Sophia told them where she was?

Gina waited until they were outside the building to descend on the letter. She didn't recognize the handwriting.

Carefully unfolding it her eyes rapidly devoured  the painfully elegant calligraphy.

“Dearest Gina, I have a silly confession to make. I have been looking into our shared interests on your social media and would like to invite you to a ballet with me in two weeks. I hope Swan Lake is still your favorite. 

I will be hosting a local troop for the evening on the Mikaelson grounds. 

Would you do me the honor of being my date?” 

 Yours truly, Elijah Mikaelson. 

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Gina slammed her books closed and yelped from the sudden bang of the leather bound school books on the metal table. She earned a few sharp looks. She mouthed a silent sorry and shoved everything into her backpack. She had an idea, her sister knew how to print letters in a lovely manner and had all colors of ink. 

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Several hours, revisions and a highly irritated sister later, Gina finally had a handcrafted reply back. Since he'd taken his time to print out each word she thought it was only polite to take the same amount of care to draft up her reply. 

She walked several blocks in the cool crisp fall air enjoying her stool and getting to know the neighborhood.  She hadn't even placed her manicured hand on the mailbox before a masculine sounding throat cleared behind her. 

She grinned, without turning she knew it was the object of her blossoming affections. 

“Elijah.” She purred slowly, turning to face him. He looked pleasantly surprised by her standing there. Grinning, she extended her arm out gently in elegant fashion to hand him her written reply. 

“ What is this? To what do I owe the pleasure?” He seemed intrigued. Once he opened the letter his face broke out in a heart melting grin that slowly etched his chiseled face into her mind. 

He looked touched. 

“Thank you.” He cleared his voice again and took his time sweeping his beautiful dark eyes over her. “ I really appreciate the effort. Can I walk you home Miss Bouchard? You never know what unscrupulous characters are lurking about in the shadows.” He extended his elbow to her and she took it practically vibrating. 

Amused masculine chuckles followed. Klaus and Kol mikaelson stood by the gate at the end of the drive. They had been watching the sweet scene unfold before them. Klause rocked on his feet with a huge wolfish grin making his features seem devilishly handsome. 

The younger man seemed genuinely surprised to see her. He looked her up and down, smirking as he turned to Klause.

“ Oh, this again? Are you going to keep her this time or pine over a lost love for another 90 years?” The younger man teased Elijah and chuckled. 

“ Oh no Kohl, this one is much more fun, less stuffy high society and more….well fun and unabashedly witty.” Klause answered with a glint of mischief in his eye. He winked at Gine who laughed and rolled her eyes. 

“Shall we?” Elijah glared at the men and walked Gina briskly away from his brothers.

“ See you Saturday Gina!” Klaus calls after the pair.