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pixelmensupremacy · 2 years ago

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If you feel like it, can I request female reader with Nines ( maybe with Connor too ) where Reader hadls to get all dressed up for a mission (long black dress ) to infiltrate some red sand / android dealer . Basically the boys are both impressed and slightly jealous when they see their girl in action .

A/N: It’s embarrassing how little I cloud write about a drug dealer, despite having binge watched documentaries the entirety of the past summer.

Summary: The request

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: The rk bois post deviancy, not proof read, fem!reader

Distant clicking sound of heels caught his attention. Walking into the department was (Y/N); there was a sudden change in the atmosphere, caused by her presence. The mundane sinfonietta that was the constant tapping at keyboards and rustling of paperwork seemed to quiesce once she fell under the field of vision of dozen curious eyes. She welcomed the attention, pursuing the object of her desire, which happened to be in Connor’s direction.

Just barely he caught on the quiet whispering of his colleagues, though he couldn’t pay them much attention, for he had focused it on a far more important manner- (Y/N). An inexplicable discomfort formed in his throat at the sight of her. Raven velvet hugged her form, putting on display every curve of her body; a risqué opening divided the elegant fabric of the dress, omitting a discreet trace of her glowing skin. Deep crimson set her lips ablaze just barely anchoring Connor’s attention away from the deep, v shaped cleavage that was slightly deviating from the elegant, modest aura of the dress. The flames atop her lips danced, composing an incoherent melody Connor couldn’t piece together.

“Earth to Connor.” She snapped her fingers at his, forcing him back to reality. Just then, raising his head from the reports, he busied himself with, he noticed what was going on. The icy blue of his irises diminished at the sight of her.

“Yes. I apologize, I must have malfunctioned for a moment.” Connor rushed put the words so fast (Y/N) barely heard them. She giggled at his bashfulness.

“What is the status of the subject?” She planted her arms on Connor’s desk, accidentally emphasizing her cleavage, her (E/C) met Nines’ greyish ones. He clenched his jaw.

“He is expected to arrive in approximately 15 minutes.” He spoke in calm manner, avoiding meeting her eyes.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

From a safe distance, the two androids watched, ready to take action if necessary. (Y/N) appeared to do well in disguise, despite having doubts at first when she was first assigned to practically seduce one of the most dangerous men in Detroit. She laughed and even initiated physical contact with the man responsible for the ruination of multiple lives. Though what stood out to the androids was that this interaction was reciprocated. The man smirked and even went as far as resting his hand atop her exposed thigh, which she welcomed.

Despite the settled silence in the car, loud thoughts occupied the CPUs of the two detectives. Worry had settled within them. Even though they were aware of (Y/N) abilities and they didn’t have any doubts in her whatsoever, they couldn’t help, but feel uncomfortable at the situation. A criminal not only being in her presence, but going as far as flirting with her. That was what they, despite their differences, could agree upon- this whole situation was outrageous.

Much to (Y/N)’s delight, everything went according to plan; though her smile vanished once she took a glance at her android partners.

“I extracted the needed information; the drugs are being stored at a nearby book printing supplier.” The boys didn’t share her excitement, especially Nines. There was something wrong.

On the ride back to the department, (Y/N) tried to chat with them, but to no avail.

“I expected you two to be glad with what I managed to get from him. He wasn’t really the talkative type.”

“We took a notice of that.” Connor noted, a bitter expression washed over his features. “Although, you did a remarked job.” He complimented, but it was somehow distant. Aloof; as if he was drifting away into his own world. Nines was no better; keeping silent, not uttering even a single word.

“We were simply...” Connor paused, searching for the right word to describe what he and Nines felt. “We were concerned about your wellbeing.” He spoke, sparing his successor the need to explain himself.

For a moment, (Y/N) pondered upon his words until it hit her.

“Are you two jealous?” The both of them seemed to freeze in place, their mutual silence gave her all the answers she sought. A smug grin curled the corners of her lips as she stared out of the car window.

#requests #dbh fanfic #dbh x reader #rk800 x reader #rk900 imagine #rk900 x reader #connor x reader #connor x you #nines x reader

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ratethisalbum · 4 days ago

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#173) When we were that what wept for the sea

Colin Stetson

Suggested by: Anonymous

Bandcamp ~ Spotify ~ Youtube

(Remember to listen first, then rate!)

Tracklist:

The Lighthouse I

When we were that what wept for the sea

Infliction

Passage

Long before the sky would open

One day in the sun

Fireflies

The Lighthouse II

The Lighthouse III

Writhen

The surface and the light

The Lighthouse IV

Behind the sky

Wrathful seas quiesce

The Lighthouse V

Safe with me

#rate this album #colin stetson

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mimble-sparklepudding · 1 year ago

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Jess Varlineau

There once was a barmaid named Jess,

With dreams she could never express,

Until an Elezen knight,

Extended her an invite,

To which she could do naught but quiesce.

For the first installment of my dubious poetry series I have chosen the lance-wielding ex-barmaid and fearless adventuress, Jess Varlineau of @sasslett.

Not only is Jess (alongside her noble purple-armoured paramour Varrus) a fantastic and compelling character, there is also a wealth of amazingly written fiction regarding her story, both on Tumblr and on Ao3. Complimented by some beautiful Gposes and screenshots.

I can definitely recommend this FFXIV blog based on the sheer quality of the content, but it's also worth pointing out that @sasslett was one of the organisers of the recent FFXIVSwap on Tumblr, which took a huge amount of work and organisation on behalf of the Tumblr FFXIV community. I am very appreciative of all the effort that went into this project and enjoyed how happy it made people. If you also enjoyed this event then make sure to express your thanks to @sasslett (there was also another organiser for this event, but they will get their own poem soon enough worry not).

If you're not already following @sasslett then I recommend that you consider it!

#jess varlineau #varrus varlineau #ffxiv oc #lalafellin limericks #final fantasy xiv #ff14 ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14

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abandoned-quiche · 8 months ago

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Have you ever eaten a quique sorry I mean quesce sorry I mean quiesce sorry I mean chysc sorry I mean cuishe sorry I mean "Quiche"

that would be cannibalism. of course i have

#asks #anonymous

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xenopoem · 1 year ago

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SCANNER SPATTER by David John Roden

aer0oil de-couple/ I

n/sertion

cellulase under polysaccharide gliderpuff compost4est floor from tValley’s side survey dime-through-quiet Boschian Incongruity [ConSec intel designation] blistered sward sens buffer

traumupload chameleonweave

takpatina decay

twigs/n leaves

sensate synchyell0 loamthread rhizome w/streaks on white foam

upload2ConSec SatWatchers SCAN4protosentience

4 salient hypersurfacez

oculars saccaded 4est heat-signatures inert @adjacent bush

they fell1thru scorpion addict’s ominous limbic glam rending/consuming wentw/fast impact/n chamo-weave/n deep thighmeat rolling aside on the slope 2C it launch2last/fast

cani4m weaponmount harnessed/n tawny flanks

so boned

4conjoint netweaking 4 hyper cerebral electrolysis bald jowled headgrowl lips pulled over Rottweiler Dents neckfur collar studded w/Disney/Vd+ logo crackd like melonspray shit skull shards gut blowout dents land@ cranberry file 2 points 1 buffered moved/n tagged on visual ConSec HR quaint butt 0 jaundiced quips

airwasp shimmer-dents bury bark canilubed through undergrowth [guessing her aim from phase shifts/n parietal lobe] pigface has human chassis crusted w/gristle gats dildo plug/n musclethigh breasts contused w/greasy gatlings caged fli-dent munitions on collagen [empty after the precipitate assault] SCAN fear-spiked amygdala sequalae 0

cortisolnadrenal

string-maskedw/leather redball

gag unFKed beyond patchwork dolls2halts

aneurysms bloom

nosebleed wrought FKurge2remove gag

strappo plug squirt militant flukes w/bioport emulation place 4 venereal wormz/n a sample tooth thighmeat/n

analgesic cools secret cham-weave’s

AGI-text1 whistled 2 security lodge [battle elated] the HR tag resolved head-on-dog as Greg Chimes [long 0 Brand’s Security]

4me@lodge

other sentinels quiesce over the Valley awaiting guidance/missiv from their Mistress 0 movement yet Chimes’ colleague some ‘gardener’ or remote loiterer squinting into cocoid sun his denature smiles @agony/n the Bosch-IGY derangement lent fey beauty dance among sedentary inmates though hard latitudinal summers bare under grey sere scrutiny rude crosses/n infected slashes flesh red/n pink

1images duly buffered/n uploaded 1 downloaded annals from ConSecHR & jitter presence in veiled sentinels bought haughty black smile from fem-physique flaunted fur by jacket

taking down 1or2 @a time was easy

1 does not relish an inhuman wave

the Guard waved me gate C beyond 0fice door 2 compact prints 0 celeb suicides

porn uneaten @popular diseases 0 social media influencers 1 asked him how he liked here

‘your personnel stat you’re up on Freud & Sade’ cough/n deprecate

Bosch Incongruity stakes hammered turf 50M circle on each/a racoon upper body or other had glad maggots twitching w/fuzz feardesiccated heads looked on reproachful Guard took post2post intro each john cute crucial/or stray dog-envelope transmuting 2 species machine

the ur-4m-shell or yello interrupt vacant anus wounds cascading dense meat prick impingements amid mass spikes 0 spiritus animalis beneathuz pruning synaps whose chaotic/sporadic weights teach the dead how2feel

scraped filmy gristle from the racoon bag specimen while Guard laughs/n queasies a power ballad

Brand’s windowless N-face cantilevered over exhibited dead Glow concrete canyon

skydrone Incongruity/n 4est edge

within monitoring evaluating & updating

Ye? asked 1 moved from eviscerated poodle2brush hand w/itz paw 2blindsheep nailed by legs/n unresponsive 2caresses sum corrodedmind all steeped in black Ressentiment

doubtless Guard’s prized animal ethicist

‘1 never get im saccharine & overproduced’‘it wasn’t upabout rap…’‘what = you?’

1 wears thick insoles 2increase height compensations include the funerary black 1habitually sport @ConSec

don’t look physical but sovereinkillboi \LOL suiting my distressed hypersurface

ur brain needles

Guard experiencing such intrusion as system-UCS cocks stroked all his wound labias

tell me ’= ‘a commendable 4mal suicide pool @his Mal home w/ex-wife & children ’ Guard stammedlove gut shot well entitled 2 pornexotica …‘1’m a ConSec Assayer’

he but warbled then shot him n the skull & turned the gun on herself

beautiful day his handz shy caress thin corporate issue trousers complete

ground zero 4Videodrome+prominent celeb 2Thanatropian Kult but not last contagion elaborazione gibson’s aut0ixion kidman’s immaculate defenestration slp immolation would have sed little 2ConSec Illuminati

another clickbait PSYOP leaves them free 2 explore unpalatable options 4 flourishing

your servant2facts made Retro valley0death hav socioeconomic utility n minor PSYOP but celebkult deathnegative not objective negation 0 Thanatos accomplishing/n secret @ConSec BirthGrave but dirempted political affect

Kapital debars death as impossibile psych excised 2hetrotopic grave & ICU but if embraces death the irrational product grinds 2zero2disconnectthis is apparent – as 2ConSec/n all sufficiently advanced financed AGIs

however riding it out requires The Herd4 pr0itz extraction

1 scribing layers 0delire buffering fruits 0 Hippocampus/nPFC sandboxed 0 abreaction malware

oralter SCANs 2detonate if 1 violates CsexWarranty or confirms assumptionSoSec records internal sex aggression project on2manifolds

0 Guardlimbo-deep scar subsequent from exposure2Incongruity/n Brand NeuroSemiosis

1 overstimulates PKA enzyme synapses transient assembly2PFC then fuk gold AAA!

bellisimo torso-cock curtained & engorged w/ blud n the belly w/ arched bak/n neez bent yo ego dreams hiz private MalBlue

the Guard reached 4 hiz gat/n smiling up @1 pumped a dizzy shot 2 the umbilicuslayer him among the frenzied pulsions 0 growth factors present 0 skin deathcatalysed alternate murmur eros delire slow pain wound trickle soak tesicles/n nice thick cock [this gun camera capture]

1 open more knife inchoate screamgod 0 a slit secured w/speculum intended 4 fem pelvic examz hope might excite himwhore protestations but Guard was groomed 2 zero blud layers & muscle 1 saw cables 0 yello adhere 2 intestinal

‘want you 2 open up’ brushhair gentle 4eheading probing emptyverse

fingerelicit gagcables/n belly met@lipoid affixed2

intestinedamaged puckering wantonly

sensate mat from the undead jizz

electric bonespurt milk factor surge conjoined/n deathgasm

boned4catastrophe/

undamped cascades rein4cing 1

saw him die n the centre 0 Bosch Incongruity/ pale / slim & nubil4 St. Sebastian longago body aglow/

nsoul devo spiritus animalis

1feltwaiting tense scribbled a hard roll-on grass assumed a foetal pos/n interrupted the phasing tween Limbo & Cortical

[induced coma-reboot]

Ahistorical Irony

Videodrome+ was a ConSec/Disney2 trans-individual phenomena4polities flourish4scorched post-Earth doms [soon2bloommaxviolent Solar rebirth!]

Rosa Brands sacrific body variants bornmaverick work Cephalopod Sexology/n

legacy dats babooned from original mothballed 80’s Cablesnuffmeat w/self-financed holdings@ ConSec board/n active shareholder factions

incendiary PSYOP2excise personal-from-political bugged by distributed ConSec AGIarms spawning the SCANner agon

dark w/crazed natural telepathy/n not2suffer the lamentable Toronto bloodpie

but 1z persist as Illuminati attack dogz

if the governance failed ConSec sent 4 1z…

After the Psi-Bombfishtimber stench Incongruityblacked phosphor-stained burnanimal Guard slim & crisped sexprostrate @ heart ‘that 1’s 4 Ye ya shite’ [@ run2 S-facing Reception]

these were the ded or entr'acte

gristlestiff hybridz upend grass or concrete pistonmuscleBerserkers dead convuls w/biomorph canons or keratin strapplux hips fracked by grist-boned arachnids ribocrotalx from a living bugger2dislo lolaswarm 0 FKbots down a cani4m rip itz bowl pity itz mother confounded by psisplosion 2threat much/n1discourages the venturesome nuking/n a wrist gat

1recalled the drone @the treeline CTRL somewhere/somehow w/ neat MASER

considered a grenade in2the door but1ConSec implant open/d as@ Londn Munsk or Nuyk

a succession 0 muffled airbursts while ConSec Orbital-prune Brand’s drone fleet w/x-raylas

[prayz2 undead who wired 1 soul] processed the lobby walkway/n CentreSpine w/glass perm opaque dark/faint contoured by redgreenyello chevrons

reek 2 each side black sphere bubbles 0 emptyversetouched oblate semio-neuroghost drifts inslim pale Fetgirl/n tartan bale hentai toon/ @intersection by leering CatBoi

had time2note be4 the Monad shat pixel oil foam around/n multiquale tubules foldedroaring deepest world shatterer respect

1 fell

1 flew

dissembles blue black yello tar

a vast Bild on vapd bones 0 present Amurk

Cyclotowers cratered Xenogothic idols 0 the Myrrhim

each cavernator venting black Posit Priests castrate under the lidless gristle-whipped Flagellants

Cancer Stylites saggin w/incessant self-abuse swarminorgy-nuked celebrants & Xstasy all flud in bearing torches black death promises …

1feel the roaring deepest humiliation since1 ordeals @ConSecAcademia as1 am SCANned flayed tasted by an Ancientopaque Beyond dissembled n1 turn eye from the Abyss City 2the Enormity touch undulatingplanetoid straited w/liana eyetends reachdown greedy 2t towers & the souls 0fered 2 [Unnameable] …

dragged through a yello hell by gynoids & catboi / gynoids w/ pointy breasts and lush black hair on no-face geysers 0 eyes & a gyres 0 infected mouth parts [the CatBoizn little maid outfit unmouthed intubated] 1 tried SCAN/ feeling naught byond crackd emo fuzz /

1 wriggled bitches stole my wrist gat & knife!

1had specimensfreed hand from Cisey Hentai enough 2 release 3venereal shitzflukes batten on2 naked perf mmms0thigh and innerwet mump to nanowombthe Hentaiz spazzed cum in pure w/blud wee from pussy/analCatBoi bludding claw nipples as the Fluks massed hiz prostate

[LOLs] 2 snap necks as they squirm-cum in nauseaflex [1 had seen a vista 0 posthuman degradation@oddsw/noble aspirations 0 Solar conquest 0fed by ConSec yet 1 must concede a terrible beauty!]

https://twitter.com/turingcop

#David John Roden

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nicegaai · 8 months ago

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final word count: 6.8k

we did it boizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

also this:

#p #now im gonna take pain meds n lie down #Spotify

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charlesandmartine · 11 days ago

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Friday 1st November 2024

This is a strange and mystical place. It all started as we watched Poirot around 9.30 last evening. It was an episode that we have seen on numerous occasions no doubt, but still the culprit appeared as illusive as ever, and only the little grey cells could ever hope to resolve the riddle. However, the noise from outside became more and more invasive. With the confidence and naivety a novice outbacker might be expected to possess in these circumstances, we trusted this minor interruption to the airwaves would very soon cease. Not so. On turning in, the cacophony could only be described as getting more intense. It starts with an, as it were, oink, followed be an, as it were, honk, at the bass end of the octave. Then in tenor comes, ti ti ti ti. Now put that into some kind of order it becomes, oink, honk, oink, honk, oink, honk with ti, ti, ti, ti all the while. Now speed that up, turn up the volume, and repeat it for 2 hours. My head was placed between two pillows resembling a foam burger bun, and still the rhythm perpetuated. Just as it might suddenly cease, so there would then be an, oink and the whole thing began again. To venture through the external sliding door to ascertain more information regarding the source of this nocturnal orchestra would be folly in itself. The heat and barage of indeterminate flying objects would be prohibitive so the barricade pricinciple had to prevail.

Eventually the music stool lid went up and the music was put away for the night and all quiesced for the remaining hours of darkness, but the fear of a resurgence was never too far away.

One theory, away from the perils and dangers of the night, is the source of the noise might be a form of geese or maybe, according to speculation by the lady in the tourist information place, they might be fruit bats!

This morning we did what all newbies do when they hit town; go to Woolworths to buy a rubbery chicken and Tim Tams, and pop into the Tourist Information Office. It wasn't long before we were parked up at the TI and we met up again with the little family from Melbourne that we had got to know a little simply because we are always at the same places at the same time. We only just met up because they were leaving for Darwin to get their van fixed. We agreed to look out for them when they get back. The TI booked us on a cruise up the Katherine Gorge on Sunday, which should be good and pointed us in the direction of all the places we should visit. First up was the Railway Museum. That was shut.

Katherine had been an Aboriginal meeting place for thousands of years, but it wasn't until 1862 when the first European, John Stuart, arrived. This is the 'Stuart' who gave the name to the Stuart Highway, sometimes simply referred to as 'The Track'. John McDouall Stuart led the first successful expedition from St Augusta in the south all the way through the interior to Darwin in the north, finding a route for the transcontinental telegraph line. By 1872 the line was up and running, and an office was opened in Katherine. The railway had been running from Port Augusta near Adelaide to Alice, since 1878 but did not open for passengers from Alice to Darwin until 2001. Katherine today is a very mixed society with nearly half of the 18,000 people being Aboriginal, more than non-indigenous when undeclared are taken into account.

We set off for Katherine this arvo to follow an Art Trail around the town centre. It started at the old railway bridge crossing the Katherine River, last to see a train crossing it in 1976. The works of art are murals depicting local aboriginal people who have in their own way served the community of Katherine and are inspirational, especially to this latest generation; some of whom we see around the town who desperately need a purpose and direction in life.

Returning to our little house looking out across the fields, we supped SB and watched the sun gradually set behind the trees.

ps. Terrible TV here. At about 8pm last night they were advertising coffins!

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villainousshakespeare · 2 years ago

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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 26

“Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25

Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.

Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?

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"I could hold her, brother, if you are feeling tired."

Loki knew on a certain level that Thor's offer was kindly meant, but it still elicited a growl from him as he struggled to stay on his feet. This continued weakness was beginning to fray his nerves, to put it mildly.

"I am more than capable of carrying my mortal," he ground out, irritated by the light perspiration he could feel at the nape of his neck.

"Well, at least you know she can survive travel by tesseract," Thor said jovially. "After all, she has done it once before you know."

He did not know, which was part of the whole problem.

Once Caroline had made up her mind on speaking with Eir and his mother, it was as though she had become a force of nature. She had visibly stiffened her spine and charged into the room where Thor, Frigga, and a new mortal, this one sporting supremely asinine facial hair, were congregated. After Loki had suffered through the distinct offense of being engulfed by the absurdly barbered human in a totally unacceptable hug, he had had the amusement of watching the Crown Prince and Queen of Asgard being commanded by a tiny Midgardian woman who in the normal scheme of things should possess no authority whatsoever. To his unmitigated glee, they had quickly a quiesced to her demands that all four of them return to Asgard at once.

"What leaving so soon?" the Mortal who was introduced to him as Stark had asked. "Was it something I said? Stick around for a drink. Maybe some of that Asgardian brandy?"

"More like something I fear you might say," Caroline had sallied back. "Loki, I take it you still have the tesseract?"

"It is in my possession," Frigga told her with a smile.

"Perhaps we should just have Heimdall send the Bifrost," Loki had suggested slyly. "I think this place would be improved by a sky light."

"Never mind, get him out of here," Stark grimaced. "Doc, you sure about this? Asgard is a long way away, even for me."

"I assure you, I will make sure that she is well taken care of," Loki said, bristling at the implication in the other man's words.

"Easy there, Othello, no need to release the green-eyed monster on me. I'm a friend, remember?"

"I will be fine, Tony," Caroline covered for him before he could respond. "Take care of yourself."

Wanting to forestall any further conversation, Loki swept a startled Caroline into his arms, enjoying the feel of her cradled against his chest. His mother had produced the Tesseract, gathered them all to her, and moments later they were safely back on Asgard.

The fact that Caroline was now unconscious in his arms was not surprising, given that she was mortal, but the sight of her all but lifeless body still sent a tendril of anxiety through Loki. She had been so vital only moments before, and now her only movement was the rise and fall of her chest.

"She will surely wake quickly enough," Frigga assured him, as though sensing his unspoken fear. "It gets easier with each passage, and I was able to prepare for the trip while you two were speaking in the other room. I made sure to shield her from the worst of the effect by putting her to sleep before we left."

"Thank you," he said to her, wishing that he had thought to do so.

"I will go and locate Eir. Why don't you take her to your rooms, Loki," she suggested with a smile. "You can rest while she bathes and dons something a bit more suitable for the royal palace."

"I think she looks beautiful as she is," he replied, taking umbrage at his mother's slight to his love's appearance.

"She is lovely, Loki. But your Father will be irritated enough by the mere presence of a Midgardian on Asgard. The least we can do is see that he has no further cause for objection."

Loki nodded reluctantly. Odin's views on fraternization between Asgardians and humans was well documented. An occasional dalliance while visiting the wilds of Midgard might be excused, but a Prince bringing an Earth woman to court as his concubine was another matter entirely. The last thing he wanted to do was subject Caroline to one of his father's volcanic outbursts.

It was a short walk to his suite of rooms, yet Loki still felt winded by the time they arrived. It was clear from the slight staleness of air that it had been some time since he had been in residence. Still, it was a far sight nicer than the healers' recovery rooms had been. Gently depositing Caroline onto the bed, he opened the windows overlooking the gardens to let in the night air.

There was an easing of his soul being in these surroundings. At last, something was familiar to him again. The comforting sight of his books and instruments, the dark green and wood of the decor, and the knowledge that no one could pass beyond the threshold without his permission allowed him to relax for the first time since he had encountered Sif and Fandral. It was good to be home, in his own space.

The one thing in the room that was not as it had always been tossed gently on the bed, drawing Loki's attention. It was strange, he mused. He had no concrete memory of her, and yet Caroline occupying space in his most private sanctuary, in his very bed, felt right. He smiled as he watched her snuggle deeper into one of the copious number of pillows tossed about his bed. She did look lovely, even in her rumpled clothes and mussed hair.

With a wave of his hand, Loki disappeared most of his clothing, leaving only a pair of thin green shorts to cover his modesty. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, he climbed into the bed, molding his body to Caroline's under the covers. She gave a contented little sigh that constricted his chest in odd ways and pushed back against him. Despite his fatigue, Loki realized that he was once again fully aroused, a state her nearness seemed destined to thrust him into.

"We will figure this out, min kajesta," he murmured into her hair. "I promise you."

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She had been prepared this time for the jolt of the Tesseract, but it had not been enough to prevent her mind from shutting down. Blearily she wondered if she would ever get comfortable enough with the form of transportation that it did not leave her completely shut down as a result. At least this time there was minimal pain. Come to think of it, she did not remember having traveled at all. One minute Loki was holding her, and the next she was... where was she?

In bed, apparently. For one disorienting moment Caroline wondered if she had dreamed it all - everything from Tony and Thor's arrival to the horrible events at SHIELD. She was in bed, and a body that could only belong to Loki was tight against her, holding her safe. Had it all been a nightmare suffered after their night of passion?

No, she knew it was not so. To begin with, there were far too many pieces of clothing between them. She was still dressed in her oversized SHIELD cast offs, and Loki was wearing some sort of underwear. Caroline was torn between relief and regret at this. She could feel his arousal clearly against her; if he had been completely naked, she would have been hard pressed to keep herself from taking advantage.

Rolling over slowly, she took a moment to gaze at her prince's face. In sleep he looked younger, less guarded than usual. He had lost weight, that much was obvious. His razor sharp cheekbones stood out even more, sharp beneath his pale skin, and dark smudges circled under his eyes. He was still so beautiful it made her ache to look at him.

Unable to bear the closeness without kissing or pawing at him, Caroline slid from the bed and wandered about the room. It was huge, easily the size of her small apartment. A thick carpet cushioned her feet as she padded about, muffling any noise. Tall windows looked out over a world now shrouded in darkness. They were opened a bit, letting in a warm air that carried a faint perfume of flowers. A bit further down the wall were doors that would open out onto a balcony, but she was not ready yet to venture out.

The color scheme was a bit darker than his home in the woods, but she would have known instantly whose room she was in. Green, accents of gold, wood, and leather. An entire nook was dedicated to a curved wall of books, in the center of which was a decidedly comfortable looking lounge chair. A table held a number of glass tubes and bottles of various colors, paper, more books, and things she couldn't hope to give name to.

On a large chest of drawers to one side, she was touched to see a portrait of what could only be an adolescent Loki and Thor and their parents. Thor had a truculent look about him, as though only sheer force had compelled him to sit still for the painting. Loki, on the other hand, looked more still than any child she could imagine, face giving nothing away. Even then, she thought, even as a child he had hidden his thoughts and emotions behind an impenetrable mask. He had learned so early to guard himself, lest he be hurt by rejection or worse, indifference.

"The bed was much more comfortable with you in it," a sleep blurred voice started her from her rumination. "I don't suppose I could convince you to come back?"

"I would ask what time it is, but I doubt that has much meaning for me here," she said, instead of answering his question. "Was I out for a long time again?"

"Well, I don't know about again," he sighed, sitting up slightly and giving her a show of his thinner but still deliciously muscled chest. "I would say you slept for just under an hour or so. It is late on Asgard, but not prohibitively so."

"Asgard," she let the reality sink in for the first time. "I am on Asgard."

"You are," he smiled, standing with a stretch that showed just how well formed he was. "Welcome, my love, to my home."

There it was again. The wrongness of the situation. Her Loki, the one possessed of his memories better and worse, no longer claimed Asgard as his home. The time might come when he did again, she hoped that some reproachment with at least certain members of his family could be achieved given time, but he would not have so easily welcomed her there.

"Can we speak with Eir tonight, or must it wait until tomorrow?" she asked.

"Mother has gone to seek her out," he sighed, walking near to where she stood and making butterflies rise in her midsection. "We shall see if she is available. If anyone can convince her, believe me it is Frigga."

"Good."

"You look nervous, little one," he smiled, tugging on a lock of her hair. "Surely this is not the first time we have been alone together."

"No," she allowed, looking down as his eyes sought hers. That was no help at all, as it brought her eyes to the unmistakable tenting in his shorts that was impossible to miss.

"Your pulse is racing. Do I make you nervous?"

"Not usually," she blurted out.

"Really?" he sounded equal parts amused and surprised.

"Oh, you try to," she said, feeling her feet a little more under her. "In the beginning you did everything you could to make me uncomfortable."

"But you were proof against my efforts?" he lifted her hand and toyed with her fingers.

"Maybe not exactly," she admitted, "but I refused to let you distract me."

"Hmm. Yet distractions can be so much fun. For instance, we have some time now, while Eir is found. I know you are anxious to see her, but you must wait. Would not a distraction be helpful?"

"I can't," she insisted.

"Can't what?"

"Can't take advantage of you," she finished, wincing at how idiotic it sounded.

Loki seemed to agree with her, as after a stunned moment he laughed at the idea.

"In what way would you be taking advantage?" he asked.

"You don't remember anything."

"My brain does not, it is true. But other parts of me clearly have fond memories of you."

Her eyes darted to his midsection once more, where the tip of his cock was now sticking out just over the band of his shorts, pressed against his flat stomach.

"It's not just that," she said, struggling to form her thoughts when all of her brain function had gone decidedly south.

"What is it then?" he asked, putting one arm around her back and pulling her in.

"When we were together before, it was more than lust," she said at last, hoping she could make him understand.

"I see."

"In the beginning, when you first flirted with me and, well, propositioned me, that was all it was. For me at least. You are stupidly attractive Loki. I hope you know that. For you it might have been, oh, distraction."

She did not want to say too much. No need for him to know that he had been hours away from death when she came into his cell and his life.

"I doubt that was all," he murmured. "You are quite alluring yourself, darling."

"In any case, it would have been purely physical. A merging of bodies. Enjoyable, to say the least but not..." she trailed off.

"Not?"

"Not love," she said at last. "Not trust. Loki, you and I may not have known each other long, certainly not by your standards, but in that short time, we shared something profound. I trusted you with my life, and in return, you trusted me with your heart."

"That sounds unlikely," he said, uncomfortably.

"It was. I admit, I was a bit of a bully about it. Perhaps it was because we were alone, or because our lives had recently been in danger, but for whatever reason, you let me in. When we were together, it was more than just our bodies. You let me see your soul, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

"Now I know you are lying," he said, turning away. "My soul is a tarnished bauble."

"No, it's not," she was angry now. "And this is just the point. We have been through this Loki! I will keep convincing you over and over if I have to that you are worthy of love. I am more than stubborn enough to do it. But I want you to love me too. Or at least to know why you want me. Anything else will feel empty by comparison."

Damn, but she deserved a medal! She was half ready to take it all back and throw herself on him when Loki released her and backed away.

"If it was as you say, you do indeed deserve more than I offered you just now. If you wish it, I can take you to your own set of rooms."

"Please don't!" she said, eyes welling up a bit as panic set in.

"My love?" he was confused now, understandable considering her complet turn around.

"I'm sorry," she took a deep breath, trying to steady her thoughts. "Loki, in the past few weeks I have been shot at, teleported across the world, witnessed real magic, gone into hiding, fallen in love with a GOD, experienced the most world shattering sex in my life, had the walls blown in around me while tied to a bed, been possessed by a sentient rock, shot the person I love, convinced myself I had killed them, learned the they were alive but had no memory of me, and been transported to an alien planet! I have gone well past the ends of my ability to cope. I am two seconds away from bursting into tears and hiding under your bed. The only thing that is holding me together is the fact that you are here, and alive, and maybe I can be of some help to you. Please, please Loki, don't send me away."

She was shaking now, from her head to her toes. The hold that she had kept on herself coming rapidly loose as she vented her anxieties.

"I am not sending you anywhere," Loki assured her, pulling her close and wrapping both arms around her in a fierce embrace. "I may not remember the connection you speak of, but that does not mean I do not feel it. My words before were mere bravado, love. The truth is, I feel more at ease with you here, in my rooms and in my arms, than I remember feeling ever. I know not how you reached me, but it is clear that my heart resides in yours. Stay with me, min kjaereste. I will not overstep again. I promise."

"I don't" she laughed unsteadily. "Loki, I got out of bed because it was the only way I could keep from mounting you while you slept."

His eyes turned dangerously dark at her words, and Caroline had to exert all of her willpower to calm herself down.

"In this case," Loki said, pushing her away once more, "we must retrieve my memories without delay."

"Agreed. For both our sanity's sake."

"I will draw you a bath in the adjoining room, and lay out some gowns for you to choose from. Mother thought it wise for us to clothe you as an Asgardian."

"Will Eir have issues with me being human?" she asked.

"Eir has issues with everyone," he shrugged. "It is rather -"

"Yes?" she prompted.

"Odin is not overly enthusiastic about humans on Asgard."

"Odin?"

"It is possible, likely even, that we will encounter him."

Caroline thought of all the stories Loki had told her of his adopted father. From his pitting his two sons against each other, to his obvious favoritism of Thor, not to mention his horrible secret of Loki's birth, she had quite a few things she would like to say to the AllFather of Asgard.

"Whatever I have told you, it must have been one of the more lurid stories," Loki laughed. "I have never seen someone look so fierce. You could be a Valkari, my love."

"Let's just say I have opinions on Odin's parenting," she ground out.

"As do I. Come, let us get you bathed."

The visual these words inspired washed all thought of Odin from her mind, and Caroline decided that perhaps a cold bath might be in order.

"Thank you, I could use that," she agreed.

"It is this way. And I will be just outside, if you need help washing your back. Or anyplace else."

With a smirk and her small whimper, Loki led her to a small door in one wall, feeling more like her love every minute.

#Loki #Loki fanfic #Loki/ofc #loki x ofc #Romance #Love #Therapy #Loki needs a hug #Odin's A+ parenting #angst #longing #soulmates #post avengers assemble #Thor #Frigga #OFC #Asgard #memory loss #tesseract

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z428 · 1 month ago

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(Too: Escaping to the mountains to quiesce the noise of people blaming each other for all the badness in this world. Ways to not get anywhere.)

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Eridan: Quiesce

Erisol Week Day 1 - Moon

[This takes place around the end of Chapter 7 (Sollux: Reach).]

Recommended listening (instrumental):

Ophilia, the Cleric (From “Octopath Traveler”) - Samantha Ballard

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“Stargazing?”

Eridan started violently, rising on his elbows to look at the yellowblood just now climbing the stairs to the uppermost deck, where Eridan had been laying on his back watching the sky. “Sol? What do you want?”

Sollux shrugged and walked over. “Nothing, really. I was just curious what you were doing.”

Eridan eyed him warily but didn't get up.

“Any particular reason you're up here?” the yellowblood continued.

“I dunno, sometimes I just like lookin' at the sky? Why, there somethin' wrong with that?” Eridan bristled a little, defensively, expecting teasing of some kind.

But he didn't get anything of the sort.

“No,” Sollux replied; then crouched down, sat, and laid down next to the seadweller in turn.

Eridan was too startled by this turn of events to form words; he just stared as Sollux settled, hands behind his head and looking up at the sky.

“You can relax, ED,” Sollux pointed out, amusement in his tone.

Eridan narrowed his eyes for a moment; but Sollux didn't seem like he was going to move again, or otherwise make things unpleasant. So after a moment, he let himself settle back down as well, knees bent up and hands resting gently on his stomach.

They laid in silence for a while, eyes on the sky above.

“It's nice,” Sollux said softly, finally breaking the silence.

“What is?”

“Being able to see all this,” he replied. “Back in the city, where I grew up, there was too much light pollution to see much, you know? So all I could ever really look at was the moons, and some of the brighter stars.” He fell silent for a moment longer, then continued. “It's... kind of amazing, how much there really is up there to see.”

“I didn't realize you couldn't see the stars in the city,” Eridan responded. “It's really that bright? You can't go to a roof or somethin' without lights on?”

He saw Sollux shrug from the corner of his eye.

“I mean, you can get places that aren't as bright... but there's still too much ambient light everywhere to really see anything, even if there's no lights immediately around you,” Sollux explained.

Another silence fell; this time Eridan was the one to break it. “But, I mean, the moons are nice to look at too, even if you can't see all the stars...”

“Sure, I guess, but... I don't know. This, what you can see out here, it's... honestly, it's pretty amazing. Way cooler than just the moons by themselves.”

Eridan just hummed a little in response.

The silence this time was longer, interrupted only by the sound of waves lapping at the shore far beneath them. Eridan took the opportunity to enter back into the relaxed, half-meditative state he'd been in before Sollux had interrupted him; focusing on the pale lights above him, the sound of the waves, the gentle salty breeze caressing his skin.

It was times like these that really let him feel peace. It wasn't something he was used to; life always seemed to have too much going on.

Eridan let out a sigh; it seemed to attract the yellowblood's attention, for he made a quiet questioning noise.

“...Just, thinkin', I guess,” Eridan said softly.

“About what?”

“...This. Now. It's... I don't know, just... it's nice.”

“...yeah. It is.”

Another moment passed.

“Do you do this often?”

Eridan shook his head. “Not for this long, anyway,” he admitted. “Can't.”

“Why? Just too much to do?”

He shrugged. “More too much goin' on in my mind, I guess. Can't really... stay quiet, like this, for long, without somethin' takin' advantage 'a it.”

Sollux made a soft noise of understanding. “Memories?”

Eridan nodded.

“Are you having them now? I mean, you've been out here a while, even before I came out.”

“...No,” Eridan responded, with no small amount of wonder; for it was true. Though normally he could rarely relax for more than a short time before the peace was eroded away from within... something, now, was holding those creeping memories at bay.

The soft sound of Sollux's breathing, the rise and fall of his chest that Eridan could see even now, the presence of another next to him... even - no, especially - when they weren't speaking...

It changed things.

He'd never had someone simply... exist, beside him, like this. Not since Feferi, anyway, and even then, she hadn't been one for sitting in silence like this. Not in the brief times he could spend with her, anyway. She always wanted to be up and about, doing things, talking, showing him what she'd done or found or learned.

And of course, Eridan hadn't really ever had anyone else to... well, even just see. His whole life had been solitary; he'd gotten used to it. It was just his lot to be alone, after all.

But here was Sollux, just laying beside him; not trying to talk, or draw him into something, or interrupt the moment - but all the same, changing things enough that Eridan's subconscious almost didn't know what to do about it.

“I'm glad.” Sollux's quiet voice broke through his contemplations. “You deserve a little peace, you know.”

Eridan smiled crookedly into the darkness. “That's nice 'a you to say.”

“It's true.”

Eridan let that go. He didn't want to argue the point, not now.

Besides, even if it wasn't something he deserved, it was still nice. He would hold onto that as long as he could, this lovely moment of peace; when he could forget, just for a little while, everything that had come before - all the painful memories, the anxieties, the loneliness, all of it - and let himself just... be.

“...Do you want me to go?” Sollux asked, tentatively, after another moment of silence.

“You don't have to stay,” Eridan replied, a little sadly.

“That isn't what I asked. I asked if you wanted me to go.”

“I don't want to keep you from doin' whatever it is you wanted to do.”

“...and if that's staying here?”

Eridan let out a quiet sigh, but smiled a little. “Then... I'd like that, I think. If it's what you wanted to do.”

He couldn't see the other's expression, but the smile came through in Sollux's words. “Good. 'Cause it is.”

They didn't speak any more, after that; just relaxed in the silence, stars and moons glimmering in the sky above them. And it wasn't until after the first moon set that they sought to get up again.

#championfic #aoafic #erisolweek #a-sides #erisol

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