#the aurum flow

[azuresage]

“If I can use this to kill him... Then SO BE IT!”

I woke up to this AMAZING fanart of a scene from chapter 36 of The Concerto of Spirits drawn by my friend @torabdos! This made my entire month,,, I'm extremely awed ;A; It's the first time someone's drawn fanart of my writing and I'm gonna be over the moon about this forever, thank you friend!

[mrpenguinpants]

See you, space cowboy

— Parting words at the end of the day.

— Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Imbibitor Lunae, Dr. Ratio + Luocha

[Masterlist]

The title is from Cowboy Bebop. I used their "Parting" voice lines if anyone was curious. Ignore how I'm using a Kafka gif for a fic with only men. I promise this is still a "genshin" blog.

Jing Yuan

"Mmm, rest well... My apologies. There is still some work to be done and I can't see you out personally."

You blink at him before you narrow your eyes and give him a judging stare. Your fingers reach out to curl around the sleeve of his uniform, giving it a small tug that he willingly steps into despite his earlier words. He doesn't try to hide the amusement in his eyes, even letting out a soft chuckle that makes your lips downturn into a frown. Jing Yuan reaches up, smoothing the crease between your eyebrows before resting on your cheek.

"It's obvious that you're tired. You should rest for a little bit more before you go back to work," you lightly scold as you give another weak tug for him to return to your shared home. Another chuckle escapes him as he places his other hand on your shoulder, rubbing soothing circles through the fabric for a few seconds to attempt to appease you. "It's been a while since we've shared a meal together..."

Jing Yuan's eyes soften yet he politely removes your hand attached to his sleeve. This time he avoids your gaze, the disappointment flowing heavy in the air, when he shakes his head and steps back.

"Next time, I promise," he whispers, squeezing your hand to hopefully convey his sincerity. "I'll take a day off as well. I heard that our Trailblazer friend has restored Aurum Alley back to its former glory. I'm sure Yanqing would love to join us as well."

You seem to mull over it in your head. To trade one night for a full day is tempting, plus Yanqing has been running himself ragged given the recent events. It would be nice to have a break where it can just be the three of you without any military or political weight hovering above you.

"...fine. But if you break your promise, I'll sic Mimi on you," you pout at him, twisting your hand from his grip to poke him in the chest.

"I...shall plan accordingly then," he laughs awkwardly because he knows you will follow through with that threat. He still has the scratch marks on the walls as proof. Playful or not, Mimi is unfortunately an overly heavy lion.

Blade

"Go. When the mara strikes, you don't want to be next to me."

"Is that what you say to everyone who tries to help you?" you huff as you carefully bandage his wounds, the white bandages seeping red slowly as you wind them around his torso. Despite the sarcasm dripping from your tone, he can tell you're genuinely angry with him this time. If it were anyone else, he would shake them off to leave, but when you look like you're two breaths away from bursting into tears, so he can only take a deep breath and let you bandage him up.

"They'll heal. They always do," he says after a moment of silence. Alas, his attempt at comfort does nothing but make you more stressed. He winces slightly when you pull too tightly on the bandage, the gauze scrapping against his gash that's already stitching itself together again.

"I know, so shut up already," you spit in an attempt to save face, and he decides to offer a bit of kindness by not commenting on it, "I'm not doing this for you."

He knows. You used to be an ordinary medic before the Stelleron Hunters recruited you, and you incidentally had to switch careers to something more violent. But old habits die hard, and this small bit of control helps to ease your worries. Even if it's only by a small margin. Your weakened hold lets the bandages fall into a heap on your lap as your shoulder shag. You press your forehead against his shoulder just slightly above where his wound is already rapidly healing into another scar.

"Can't you be more careful?" you sigh into his shoulder, a smear of red on your cheek that you both ignore. Blood will wash out.

"I'm sorry," he replies. He won't lie to you and say that he'll try. For as much as the mara controls him and his emotions, he wills them away for a few seconds.

Dan Heng

"Time to turn in already…? Thanks for the reminder. It's easy to lose track of time in the archives — before you know it, a whole day's gone by… See you tomorrow."

You have to stifle your laugh lest you make Dan Heng more embarrassed that he kicks you out of the room to save some dignity. Even though he says all that, he hasn't once lessened his hold on you for you to actually get up and leave. If anything, his arms around your waist tighten so you're practically molded into his chest. To be fair, you had lost track of time as well. After the recent adventures and running everywhere, it felt nice to settle into Dan Heng's lap and waste a day away in the archives, just basking in each other's presence. No crazy hunter trying to stab Dan Heng or overactive mara-struck enemies attempting to decapitate you. Just the hum of the machines and the warmth of company that neither of you are ready to leave so soon.

"You know...technically it's already "tomorrow" since it's 2am. We could just stay here," you muse as you tilt your head up to look at his unimpressed expression. The longer the two of you stay up, the worse the rest of the day will be from the lack of sleep. Plus it's not healthy to stay up to reset a sleep schedule.

"You know we can't do that. Besides, you might be comfortable but this shelf has been digging into my back for the past few hours," he sighs, shifting his body to prove a point further.

"10 more minutes," you bargain.

"2," he denies flatly.

"5?" you try again.

"2." He stares you at with a frown.

"3!" You stare right back with a cheeky grin.

"...fine."

He hides the fond smile into your hair as you cheer on gaining a single minute.

Dan Heng • Imbibitor Lunae

"It's getting late, I won't be staying up much longer. Sleep well."

You have to stifle your amusement less you make Dan Heng recede even further into his shell, but you can't help but think it's kind of cute how awkward this dragon can be sometimes. The way he stands so stiffly and not at all relaxed for sleep, how his eyes are staring at anything but you who is standing right in front of him, coupled with the uneasy way he says for you to "sleep well.". As if he's questioning if it's okay for him to say something so casually despite all the time you've spent in each other's company. Dragon horns or not.

"Much longer...huh. And pray tell, how many minutes does that equate to again? It's kinda hard to tell when I'm talking to an infinite respawn glitch," you tease, lightly punching him in the shoulder makes Dan Heng crack a tiny smile. You mentally pat yourself on the back for that little win. Ever since the Astral Express concluded its journey on the Xianzhou, the new dragon had been walking on eggshells around everyone.

"You're talking too much to that hacker girl. That's not how the vidyadhara reincarnation works either," he sighs but the tension is gone from his shoulders. If you're able to joke about it then you're not mad at him lying about his origins, even though you haven't been in the first place. "But I will return to the Archives with the system hour."

You spare a glance at the clock. It'll be midnight in another 20 minutes. Has it really gotten that late so quickly?

"Alright, but if I check the data bank and there are new entries, I'm kicking your door open mister," you place your hands on your hips as you gesture two V-sign fingers at your own eyes, then at him. "Good night Dan Heng. See you in the morning.".

Dr. Ratio

"Another day has passed. If your problem still hasn't been solved, is it possible that the problem is you?"

He tilts his head to the side gracefully as you hurl your pen at him. The cheap plastic breaks on impact and leaves a smear of ink that you'll have to clean up unless you want another stain for Dr. Ratio to insult you for. Perhaps you can use his name as a tax write-off? It's the least he could do for you with how much attitude you put up with.

"What if my problem is you? If you didn't dodge then I wouldn't have to waste so many precious pens," you counter as you reach for the white cloth hanging from his waist to use to mop up the ink. One that has Ratio slapping your hand away with his stone booklet. He even dares to wipe at it with a handkerchief, as if touching your skin is equivalent to touching trash, rather than offering it to you!

"Ow! Geez, you really don't hold back. I wasn't going to actually use your clothing!" you fake sob as you nurse your poor hand close to your chest. It doesn't hurt as badly as you're making it out to be. You've seen Veritas throw chalk at his enemies and leave chalk-sized holes in them. "Besides, it's not like I can do anything about my "problems". [ Rahu ] isn't the easiest place to investigate..."

Your body slumps in as you think back on how little progress you've made with that strange planet. Diamond has been kind enough to not assign a deadline but you can feel the quiet disappointment every time you report that you don't have anything new to share each month. Maybe Veritas is right. Maybe the problem is you.

"Which is why you've been given the role. The numbers written on a stats page or monthly reports do not measure the trial and error of someone's pursuit of knowledge. Very few scholars I know would be capable of continuing for the sole purpose of finding the truth. Surely you're capable of seeing that? Unless I've severely underestimated your intelligence," Veritas states as if it were a fact. He reaches to take your hand, giving it a once over to see if he has truly hurt you. His words bring a small smile as your heart swells at his encouragement as you squeeze his hand back.

Luocha

"Have an early rest. I'll keep watch here."

It's the last thing you hear before your eyelids droop close and sleep takes you under. Your body slumps against Luocha's side, his hands already out and ready to catch you, before he gently maneuvers you so your head rests in his lap. He hums humourlessly as he combs through the strands of your hair, a bit of dirt clinging onto the ends. He'll have to tend to that later.

"I wonder what someone like you dreams of," he contemplates although he doesn't expect an answer. Your face is the picture of serenity as your chest rises up and down slowly with each breath, completely dead to the world. You're far too trusting of him, even his first meeting on friendly terms with Dan Heng hadn't made that man lower his guard. Sure, they had been on the same team but Dan Heng would constantly look behind him as if he was waiting to get stabbed in the back by Luocha's sword. Yet here you are, fast asleep in his lap and entirely defenseless.

A loud buzzing sounds from your pocket that Luocha reaches for to check, you're not going to be awake to answer it anyway.

"What considerate companions you have," he muses as Dan Heng's caller ID flashes on your phone before his call gets sent to voicemail. It's truly a blessing that all phones operate under the same system programming as he holds down the power button, effectively shutting the phone and other potential distractions silent. Under the artificial night light, when it's just the two of you here, no one can see the secret smile on his lips. Nor the possessive hold he has on you.

[circinuus]

super secret special edition SSS!

husband! jing yuan x fem pronouns reader. 1.5k words

everyone lives with secrets, even you. it's about time your husband unearths the things you've been so adamant to conceal.

[crossposted on ao3]

Tingyun knows the secret of the trade as much as she knows to keep her benefactor’s secrets.

Tourists from afar, far-reaching emissaries, foreign merchants. Secrets are both poison and leverage for all, and you are aware the amicassador does not exclude even you from this unspoken adage.

“Oh? It's Lady (Name)~ This Tingyun is always pleased to do business with my lady.”

“Tingyun…” you eyeball the tapestry hanging behind her. The Exalting Sanctum is generous with its pleasant chill. No one bats an eye as you fiddle with your warm coat that almost functions as a discreet (you hope) hood.

The worry lingers either way. A secret is both a poison and a leverage, still.

“Ah! apologies,” Tingyun's words do not match her delighted clap. “My lady—Lady Benefactor has always had many things to say of the General. This Tingyun has been swept over by your admirable enthusiasm and became clumsy with her words! Please forgive her.”

Clumsy my tail!

You were never a possessive lover. Let alone an obsessive one. It simply happens that you are not the General's spouse, but his lovely, supportive, very enthusiastic spouse.

Overheard in the Seat of Divine Foresight Gardens, an old story dictates: one may call the General’s name three times. If all is in the same breath of a praise, Lady (Name) will appear behind you, hold your hand, and talk with exuberance as she sits you down in Sleepless Earl. If all is in the same breath of a meaningless insult, she will appear with a metal coated fan to cool you down.

Which, in essence, is not untrue. And by extension, Tingyun's remark is not wrong either. But still.

“In any case,” you cough into your fist. It’s a shame that your palm is empty of the gilded hand fan Jing Yuan gifted you on your last anniversary. But business calls for sacrifices. You need your hands, preferably empty. Thus, the fan sits await in your shared abode for the span of your little excursion.

“Do you have the good stuff?”

“Certainly, Lady Benefactor,” Tingyun reciprocates your whisper, “I have the special edition goods reserved only for my VIP patron...”

Walking past the meager amount of food stalls in the Exalting Sanctum, you feel grateful for the tuskpir roll and puffergoat milk you’ve secured during your trip to Aurum Alley.

Yes, Aurum Alley. Why took the trouble to meet Tingyun first? Well. You’ve already left your love's gift away from your person. You can’t possibly leave anywhere without at least one piece of your husband, can’t you?

“Hehehehe.”

A child turns his head, and his mother beckons him away from the odd stranger. With a furrowed brow, she tears her gaze as you giggle and caress the holographic, embossed picture of Jing Yuan’s side profile; taken from one of his public appearances.

The smooth surface of the print glints in the light. Golden eyes. Silver mane. Walking past Synwood Pavilion, it’s not never that your trance grants you a scratch or bruise from hanging pots and stairs unnoticed. But this time, a kind enough stranger pulls you away from the harm.

“Thank you—ouu?!!”

The sky falls, your blood runs tepid.

Not only do the stranger keep their hold on your arm, they take the momentum to pull you close and rest a palm on the slope of your waist.

“I have not seen you since this morning, and now you try to dispose of me?”

The sharp edge of the photo card in your hand stops by a breadth of the stranger's jugular. Staring back at you are a pair of familiar eyes as golden as a spring evening.

“A-Yuan?”

“My lady,” Jing Yuan words flow easily with his small laugh. He finds no struggle in grasping the hand hovering on his neck, and before you find the tact to hide the picture you posed as an instinctual weapon, he presses a tender kiss to your wrist.

…Oh.

“A- A-Yuan.” You parrot, throat scraping dry against your voice. “I thought Master Diviner Fu and Qingzu are keeping you for the day.”

Jing Yuan’s hand is still warm against your lower back. He shakes his head. “This self is not so young anymore, and this old man needs a moment’s rest, simply.”

???! Old man my foot!!!

Your eyes dart. Hiding the embossed photo card—which discreet nature is now questionable—remains tantamount. But Jing Yuan is as cunning as he is powerful. By deliberation or spontaneous display, he envelops your figure before you choose a step; warm curls tickling your jaw as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Baobei—Jing Yuan, we’re still in public!-“

“I miss my beloved.”

Your dearest has always had a penchant for words of affection. Yet, there is a sliver of genuine fatigue in his voice, this time. Not as potent as the nights when he sought your embrace to stave away regrets and guilt of the past, but you know the shape of his ails better than anyone.

And this, for a moment, melts everything else. Sounds and colors dissolve. The world becomes nothing but him. Inconsequential; all but him.

Your lips soothe into a soft smile. Running your fingers through his pale curls, he breathes into your collarbone.

“Did you run away from the paperworks?”

“No, not this time.” His laugh tickles your neck. A sound reminiscent of Mimi’s purr. A beat, he stands straight to stare at your face before a gentle hand caresses your cheek.

“Matters have settled down early in the Seat of Divine Foresight. I rushed home to see my beloved, but fortune seems to favor my side this day.”

“Yes—well...” your tongue is heavy. Years of matrimony and you are still unable to keep up with his affections. Fortune favors your side, in fact. For this lifetime and for the next, you pray.

“I’m glad that things have settled,” you fiddle with the photo still nestled in your right hand. “I was out for a small excursion and was about to pick you up. I bought some treats as well.”

“My wife spoils me so.” You always liked the way he smiles. “Although I’d prefer my lady not get hurt and distracted in the streets, much less if I am the cause."

“What?”

Jing Yuan glances sideways, so you numbly follow his gaze.

Jumping at the realization, raw adrenaline forcibly pulls your hand behind your back, hiding the glow of the holographic photo card—special edition! Tingyun said. Though, who can deceive the Luofu Arbiter General?

You stand helpless when Jing Yuan gently reclaims your hand, slowly raising it from the shadows of your back. He hums at the glinting photo when his image is revealed for shared observation, and, to your surprise, spares no word but merely presses his lips to your knuckles.

“Fortune favors me, truly, to have such a loving beloved like you."

You make a face. Embarrassment, humor, then it all sheds to eventual amusement. You want to shake this man like a chewtoy. Turn him upside down. Rattle him.

"Since when?"

"A while."

You orchestrate a pout, "Why only tell me now?"

Jing Yuan humors you with a twinkle in his eye. "Why settle for a moment captured in time when the real one stands present before you?”

You pause.

A blink. A couple. A cycrane flies over the sky. As it departs to the horizon, so does your incredulous, airy laugh.

You made up your mind to take a strategic step backwards, putting away the photo. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“Perhaps.”

“You say that as if I didn’t notice you commissioning paintings of my image too, General”

Jing Yuan’s smile is mirthful. “So I have been caught.”

You giggle, and with or without your notice, Jing Yuan sucks in a quiet breath. An unsaid promise; another oath sworn into the silence to keep that smile safe. To ease all the tears that linger on your lashes. To soothe all the curved frowns bending your lips.

From the day he was a mere boy running late for his former teacher’s training, stumbling upon a little lady who, even then, was already brimming with a penchant for trinkets and sweets alike, to the years witnessing both of your growth, the awkward young years, the losses you both braved alone and in hand, your courtship, the day when he tied the strings of fate and bound himself to you for that day and forevermore. Even today, he had loved you. He still does, and always will.

His reverie gave you way to tiptoe and leave a ghost of a kiss to your dearest’s brow. Mimicking his frequent strategy of making a move before the adversary registers, you take his hand and lead him away from the eaved shadows of the Synwood Pavilion.

“Let’s go home, A-Yuan.”

Jing Yuan’s hand fit too perfectly, engulfing yours.

A breathless chuckle mixes with the bustle of the Exalting Sanctum; his steps pulled along with your trots. Although poor in concealment, with a series of gasps and amused murmur echoing at your wake, you pull him along to sneak through street corners and pavilions as if you are both young again. And for that moment, everything is right.

...

You’re still going to keep that holographic photo and keep it with the other stashes, though. After all, it's a super secret special edition SSS photo card!

i've been feeling lowkey anxious lately and this honk shoo mimimi man has been one of my crutches. I love him sm. legit cried at some point thinking about him zamn

[coffee-seedy]

Valentine's day

Genshin

Day 2: Dan Heng, Gepard, Jingyuan

a/n: istg seedy school is crazy for expelling her just because she's always sick, so im off tumblr for over one week to take care her problem. (Genshin valentine part 2 will be come soon-)

Dan heng

this man is too busy with his book to notice you, even though he is actually currently thinking about a valentine's gift for you. when he was in xianzhou luofu later he would go to scalegorge waterscape to look for something there, the last time he was there after fighting phantylia, he found a beautiful stone that could be used to make rings or necklaces.

so in the end he will go to xianzhou luofu again to pick up the stone, even though he doesn't want to set his foot down there he is forced to do it for you, and only you of course. while on the other hand, you trying to get his attention and are confused because this man has been daydreaming for a long time, what is he even thinking?

valentine's day was approaching and dan heng still hadn't found the stone he was looking for, despair overwhelmed him before finally finding the stone near one of vidyahara's eggs, it's not near but its a bit under the eggs. he had to be careful not to crack the egg or worse, break it and become a sunny side up egg.

slowly but surely he was able to remove the stone safely without the eggs breaking. finally, he took the stone back to the astral express so he could finally shape it into a ring, was he going to propose to you? still not sure, what is clear is that he wants this gift to be the most valuable of all, in other word yes he wants to propose to you.

because he can't make a ring, he commissions someone to do it for him and will pay a lot of credit, the person who made the ring for dan heng agreed and started giving a lot of examples of what the ring will look like. dan heng chose the shape for a long time and finally found the right shape that suits you, the person understood and started working on the project.

day after day passed until valentine finally came, dan heng had gotten the ring and didn't forget to put it in a safe place. while you were wrapping a book you found in belobog and also xianzhou luofu for dan heng. the two of you promised to meet at aurum alley in the afternoon, when you got together you immediately spent time walking around and eating. until finally at the end of the date, dan heng suddenly stopped in his tracks and started looking at you, you who saw him suddenly stop out of nowhere confused about what was happening.

slowly he began to kneel and took out the ring box… “[Name] you are the most precious person in my life, I am kneeling here wanting to ask you something… will you marry me?” you immediately fell silent, not knowing what to answer, tears slowly started to flow from your eyes, making dan heng panic and start to stand up to wipe your tears.

he might not get your answer yet, but he knows what your answer is…

Gepard Landau

captain of silvermane guards and noble from landau family, how lucky of you can get his heart. you and gepard have been dating for a long time, or more precisely three years, but your relationship is very special, even though he is always busy with work, of course he makes time to celebrate valentine's day with you.

this year is like the previous year, but what's different is that gepard is confused about what to buy you, even though you always say it doesn't need to be extravagant, he still insists on giving you the best.

he went to Serval to ask for suggestions for your valentine gift, “oh you gepard, buy them a plushie and a novel. try it, it will work!” he was a bit hesitant and suspicious... but this was his sister, of course her advice was always good, so he did it even though he didn't know what plushies and novels you liked.

when valentine's day arrived, the two of you made an appointment to meet in front of the belobog museum building in the afternoon. so you take the time to get ready and also decorate the valentine's chocolate that you made, when you arrive in front of the Belobog Museum, you don't find Gepard anywhere, maybe he's on his way here.

and of course you were right, you saw him running towards you in his formal clothes and not his silvermane guard armor. it's very strange to see him dressed formally at a simple date like this, but this is what you like about him. he looks out of breath from running out of nowhere so you give him time to normalize his breathing.

when his breathing was stabilise, you first sat near the museum fountain, there you took out chocolate from your bag and gave it to him. "Happy Valentine's Day Gepard," you said to the man and handed him the chocolate, gepard was only silent for a moment before accepting the chocolate from you. when it was gepard's turn to give the gift, he realized... he had left his gift at home.

wow gepard, you are embarrassing yourself in front of your future wife.

Jing Yuan (ft. Yanqing)

The dozing general always has a trick up his sleeve they say, as his wife the facts are true. you don't know what your husband has planned or surprises he makes for Valentine's every year, but that's what you like about your husband in general.

today is valentine's day, and your husband chose to take a day off just for yourself, and yanqing out of nowhere took a day off too... how strange. they both never take a day off on the same day, but you don't care and still spend your time with your little family. the only strange thing is that yanqing is a bit clingier than usual but you don't really mind.

at afternoon, yanqing invites you to go out for a walk, of course, as a good mother to him, you agree without thinking twice. you didn't forget to tell jing yuan that you and yanqing would be out until evening and he just agreed, usually he would grab your waist and tell you to stay.

You didn't really care and left. about walking until eight in the evening, because Yanqing pulled you to the food stalls in Aurum Alley and also to the sword shop. All these activities drain a lot of your energy, so when you two get home, yanqing immediately falls asleep leaving you in the kitchen to store the food you brought. when on the way to your bedroom you see lots of rose petals on the floor leading to your room, when you open the door to your room you find your husband sitting on the bed with only his bathrobe, and what's worse, the top part is wide open shows quite a tempting sight for anyone who sees it.

oh, so this is what the dozing general is planning.

a/n: this should be come out last week, but ye-

[beepboopkek]

— Practice makes perfect (F!Reader) [Part two]

Including: Dr.Ratio x AFAB!Reader

Part One is here

amab version has been posted on both ao3 and tumblr as well!

cw: ! NSFW ! , AFAB!Reader, established relationship, b0tt0m!sub!reader x d0m!t0p!ratio , fluff and smut, soft dr ratio, he's called veritas, oral F recieving, light cursing, hot spring freaking, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything

w/c: 2.8k

a/n: the long awaited part two to the dr ratio fic!! probably not what you guys are expecting but i like myself some soft ratio content too so ... also i apologise sincerely for any formatting mistakes, I decided I would post tonight, fell sick, still decided to go to my pc and post it and then . my pc stopped responding . so now I'm on phone rip,, anyway I hope you enjoy!

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

After your impromptu romp together, you somehow managed to get all the questions right—but not without significant struggle. Every wrong answer had earned you a “punishment” that left your cheeks burning and your body aching in ways that were both mortifying and thrilling. The aftermath of your study session was a blur of sore muscles, a tender lower half, and your boyfriend’s sheepish but endearing attempts to make amends with a parade of apologetic gifts. Which eventually led the two of you to decide to escape the chaos of your work lives for a while, booking a short trip to the Xianzhou Luofu.

Reaching there was easy enough, with Veritas’ connection to the IPC, a shuttle was already booked and the hotel reservations were made well in advance. The hotel was nestled in a quiet corner of Aurum Alley, the Luofu’s vibrant culinary street bustling with tantalizing aromas and lively chatter. It was Veritas’ first choice for a good reason—the hotel was renowned for its luxurious indoor hot springs, a favorite among tourists visiting the Luofu for the first time. Veritas, ever the planner, seemed thoroughly content ensuring everything was perfectly set for your stay.

On the day of your arrival, you were promptly escorted to your rooms, where the welcoming scent of fresh herbs and subtle incense greeted you. The two of you wasted no time settling in, quickly changing into swimsuits to prepare for the highlight of the trip—an exclusive session at the indoor hot spring that Veritas had, unsurprisingly, pre-booked well in advance. The thought of sinking into the warm, sparkling waters after a long journey made you feel a little more relaxed already. As you adjusted the straps of your swimsuit, you couldn’t help but notice Veritas’ smug smile, clearly proud of his meticulous planning.

As you stepped into the indoor hot spring area, the atmosphere immediately shifted to one of relaxation. The air was warm and thick with a gentle mist, carrying the soothing scent of eucalyptus and jasmine. The space was softly lit by lanterns with intricate designs, their golden glow reflecting off the rippling water below. The hot spring itself was a stunning centerpiece, its natural stone edges blending seamlessly with the room’s tranquil aesthetic. The water shimmered with a faint blue-green hue, its surface occasionally disturbed by the gentle flow from a carved stone spout. Surrounding the spring were polished wooden benches and plush white towels neatly folded, ready for use. You spotted a wooden tray with a different array of soaps placed on the stone, presumably for the people that enjoy bathing in the springs. The walls were adorned with elegant scrolls depicting scenes of the Luofu’s rich history. Overhead, bamboo slats covered the ceiling, allowing air to easily pass through the porous wood.

It was quiet, save for the soft trickle of water and the occasional hum of wind from vents designed to maintain the perfect balance of warmth and freshness. Veritas practically lit up as he stepped into the steamy room, his usual calm demeanor giving way to excitement. His sharp features, usually composed in a stoic expression, softened as his gaze darted to the shimmering surface of the hot spring. A smile spread across his face as his eyes met yours.

He shrugged off the towel draped over his shoulders, revealing the drool-worthy cords of muscle, well-defined shoulders flexing at the action. His movements were quick but unhurried, like someone who had been waiting for this moment and couldn’t hide his eagerness any longer.

He shot you a glance over his shoulder and without waiting for an answer, he stepped into the steaming water, his breath hitching slightly as the heat lapped at his skin. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he sank deeper and deeper until the water skimmed across the solid expanse of the middle of his torso, resting his back against the smooth stones of the spring.

“This,” he declared, his smile widening as he tilted his head back to enjoy the warmth, the tips of his violet curls getting soaked in the process, “was definitely worth the trip.” There was something infectious about his excitement—it was rare to see him so unguarded, and you couldn’t help but smile as he gestured for you to join him, splashing the water lightly in your direction.

You stepped cautiously to the edge of the hot spring making sure you didn't accidentally slip and make a fool of yourself, the warm mist curled around your skin as you adjusted the straps of your swimsuit one final time. The heat of the water brushed against your toes as you dipped them in, drawing a soft inhale from you. Slowly, you eased yourself into the spring, the silky warmth enveloping your body inch by inch.

As you sank into the water, your muscles immediately began to relax, the tension from the journey (and the ridiculous tutoring you had) melting away. You let out a quiet sigh of contentment, leaning back against the stone edge and letting the soothing heat seep into your skin. It was only then that you noticed Veritas’ gaze.

He was watching you intently, dark copper eyes trailing over the curves of your form as the water lapped gently around you. His expression was subtle but unmistakable—his lips curved in a small, appreciative smile, and there was a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes.

“Enjoying the view?” you teased, arching an eyebrow at him.

His eyes met yours, as if he were a deer caught in headlights, his ears turning a light shade of pink as he looked away.

“Always,” he replied, his voice low and smooth.

“But don’t let me distract you from relaxing... you’ve earned it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, he wasn’t looking at you but you knew he could feel it.

“Oh, you bet I have.”

Casual conversation continued, drifting from shared jokes about the eccentricities of your trip to softer, more personal topics. Veritas’ voice was calm and steady, yet it carried a subtle warmth that made every word feel closer, more intimate. You found yourself mirroring his energy, your responses playful but tinged with sincerity.

With each passing minute, the distance between you seemed to vanish without either of you truly noticing—or maybe, neither of you wanted to admit you had. After a playful round of splashing water back and forth, the mood shifted. In a sudden, fluid motion, you found yourself in his lap with his palms holding your waist in a possessive grip.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze intense, the flicker of a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“Very,” you replied with a smile of your own, feeling emboldened. “Why? Are you nervous?”

His laugh was soft, almost too casual. “Not at all. Just making sure you’re not planning any sneak attacks.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, but you couldn’t help the way your smile lingered. At one point, you tilted your head back to laugh at something he said and he grabbed it as an opportunity to lay a kiss on the column of your throat.

“You know,” You began, flashing Veritas a charming smirk as an idea formed in your brain. Under the water, you placed your hands atop the ones already resting at your waist, pushing them lower and lower to the band of your underwear. Veritas’ eyes widened slightly in response as his eyes darted down to the water and back up to your eyes. His thumb twitched against your side, as if he was almost itching to peel off your clothes.

“You said that I should be grateful for this trip, right?”His eyes narrowed at your question, softly applying more pressure onto your hips as you shuddered.

“Not today,” Before you could blink, your body was met with the cold yet smooth surface of the stone behind you, Veritas had turned the two of you around and lifted you onto the rock so that only your calves stayed inside the water. The water sloshed around your heated bodies at the sudden motion, splashing your knees and his torso.

“Veritas!” Your reaction was instant, hands frantically gripping strong shoulders with goosebump-ridden arms. The man in question simply hooked his thumb under the band and teasingly rubbed circles on the wet skin as he observed your reactions.

“This trip is about you,” Veritas spoke in a hushed tone as he tugged lightly. Your ears burned in embarrassment as your swimsuit clung to your wet body. From this angle, you had to look down slightly to look into Veritas’ eyes, his face dusted with shades of red and you weren’t able to tell if he was blushing or if it was the heat from the hot spring. Another tug at your underwear had you snapping your legs shut in even more embarrassment.

“Veritas! Over here? Are you out of your mind?” Your voice is hushed as you frantically look around as if people were inside your very private room.

“Yes and no,” Another tug at your strap, “May I?”

Well, to be fair you had the room booked for another hour or so if you remember correctly. The door was also locked because you were the last one to enter and you didn’t want someone accidentally walking in while you were half naked and with your boyfriend. After weighing your options, you nodded your head shyly as you caved in to his request. “You are so lucky I love you.”

Veritas only smiled at you, finally tugging your underwear down to the middle of your thighs and slowly off the length of your legs, throwing it off to the side on the rocks as he knocked your knees apart with a firm, warm hand. He was in-between your legs before you could react, kissing you like a starved man. His left hand curled around the back of your waist as the right cupped your cheek to angle you downwards.

You gasped as his tongue swiped across the seam of your lips, the hand cupping your cheek slowly travelling down your torso. He stopped at the base of your chest, giving a gentle squeeze and a swipe over your nipple with his thumb and then moving lower until he reached your pussy. You shook as you felt a thick finger slide down from your clit to breach your entrance, pushing it in till it reached his knuckle before making shallow thrusts with it. You moaned softly at the sensation and Veritas took the opportunity to kiss you even more deeply.

Fuck.

All at once, his lips and his finger left you. A whine built at the back of your throat at the sudden loss of heat as you glared at Veritas.

“Oh, don’t give me that look.”

The doctor was back before you could voice your complaints, bending lower and hoisting your legs onto his corded shoulders. Veritas got to work immediately, like he had been waiting for an opportunity to present itself. His hands settled underneath the back of your thighs and his thumbs spread your lips open. He licked a long stripe upwards, dipping his tongue lightly inside you before bringing it up to your clit. Loud sounds of slurping filled the steam-filled room as your boyfriend lapped around your vulva. A loud moan was ripped from your throat as Veritas captured the nub of your clit into his mouth and sucked it gently. You grasped his hair at that, pushing his sweaty bangs back as the two of you made eye contact, you smirked, whispering as you spoke, “So, this is how you get the great Veritas, hah, Ratio to shut up, huh?”

Veritas took his mouth off your clit with a loud pop, licking his lips like he had a delectable meal as he challenged you right back, “Only for you.”

You could only gasp in surprise as he went right back to eating you out, some strands from his slicked back hair falling in front of his face as he gently bit down before kissing your clit, flicking the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. Your orgasm was quick in approaching, you held onto his hair as you pushed your lower half into his face to ride it, the bridge of his nose bumping your clit as he moved lower to prod your entrance with his tongue.

“Veritas— I’m co—”

Your head fell back as you orgasmed, the prickling sensations rushing through your body as sweat rolled down your chest and forehead. The stones were cold, the water was hot and the room was heated which you realised, made for a wonderful sensory overload combined with Veritas’ ministrations. You rode out your orgasm as you ground your pussy on his face, tugging at purple strands as he swallowed everything you released.

Veritas finally let up when you released the grip on his hair, coming up from in-between your legs to gather your cum on his fingers, swiping it over his tongue as he swallowed all while making eye contact with you.

You were the first to speak, staring at his disheveled appearance as you spoke, “Holy shit.”

Veritas narrowed his eyes at you as he frowned. “Language.”

“Oh, don’t give me that after what you just did!”

Veritas moved his leg uncomfortably at that and you glanced down to note his half-hard dick in his trunks. Your gaze moved upwards as you caught your boyfriend blushing again. “Need help with that?” Your voice was a low, sultry purr as you moved to stand up but Veritas’ hands were on you in an instant, pushing you to sit back down.

“Not today. Let me take care of you.” Veritas sounded almost exasperated at your insistence so far.

“You already have! I doubt I can go again, Let me—”

“No. It’ll go away naturally. I want us to relax and enjoy this.” Veritas frowned at you this time and you knew you had lost. There was nothing harder than trying to talk to a stubborn scholar. Especially if it's your stubborn scholar.

“Fine, If you insist.”

Veritas chuckled softly at your reaction, turning to retrieve the herbal, non-toxic soaps neatly arranged on a wooden tray at the edge of the hot spring. With an easy grace, he returned, his movements steady and sure. Without a word, he leaned down and effortlessly scooped you up from where you were sitting on the rocks, cradling you as if you weighed nothing. His touch was firm but gentle as he carried you back into the warm embrace of the water, his lips curving into a soft smile as he watched you get settled back you down. You sighed as your cold body heated up once more, the now stiff muscles of your lower back unwinding and relaxing.

Veritas used the small pail left by the staff to take some water from the spring and gently rinse your hair. Then, he carefully poured a small amount of shampoo into his palm, the subtle aroma of lavender and eucalyptus filling the air as the steam enhanced the soothing scent. His fingers worked the shampoo into a rich lather, and he gestured for you to tilt your head back slightly. You complied, closing your eyes as the warm water swirled around you both.

His hands moved with a surprising tenderness, running through your hair in deliberate, gentle strokes. His fingertips brushed against your scalp with just the right amount of pressure, sending a wave of relaxation through your body. He took his time, working the shampoo into every strand, his touch both meticulous and unhurried.

“Looks like the hair oil I gave you has been working.” he murmured, his voice low and teasing and you could hear the faintest smile in his voice, even without opening your eyes.

“Only because someone insists on a strict self-care regime,” you replied with a quiet laugh, though you couldn’t deny how soothing his touch felt.

As he moved to massage your scalp, his thumbs pressed lightly against the base of your head, kneading away the tension you hadn’t even realized was there. His fingers traced slow, circular motions, and you couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh, the combination of the warm water and his careful attention melting away any lingering stress.

The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on either of you. His actions felt deliberate, as if he was pouring an unspoken affection into every gentle stroke and touch. When he finally rinsed your hair, cupping the water with his hands to ensure it didn’t get into your eyes, you opened them briefly to catch his expression.

His gaze was focused, softened by something unspoken, and when he caught you looking, he smiled. “Relax,” he said quietly, his voice carrying both a command and a reassurance. And after a long, long time, you let yourself do just that.

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Prayer Factory

Gale x F! Tav (named)

18+ religous trauma, confrontation, disassociation, implied violation, trauma responses, panic, dry heaving, roughness, dom/sub, total control, light humiliation, semi public sex, choking, handjob, face sitting, oral (f!), masturbation (m!)

Aurum steels herself to face her old demons at the temple, with her love at her side. But the adrenaline of confrontation leaves her coiled, and a wizard very eager to take her wrath...

Masterlist

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"You can do this."

Aurum stared up at the temple, its faceted golden light cascading her in angelic reprieve.

"You know, I wish it was ugly." She squeezed his fingers tightly. "Bloody and decrepit. Somewhere this painful shouldn't look like this."

He agreed, of all of their confronting of demons, this was far too beautiful. Somehow, more sinister in its resplendence.

"I'm right here with you, and I will burn this place down at your command. They've rebuilt once before, they can do it again."

She smiled at him, pulling his nape to bring him into a dizzying kiss. The soft sounds of happy parishioners and the hush of swaying flowers an idyllic backdrop.

Her voice started to slide together. It was always melodic, but now folded into a half song.

"When we get inside..." She hushed against his lips. "Don't leave my side."

"Of course, I'm wi-"

"Gale." Her tone pausing him. "Listen to me. Stay with me."

"I won't leave you." He promised, already tightening his body for a fight.

Aurum took one deep inhale, then, before she could release it, pulled them inside. Spires of the Morning swallowing them entirely.

He thought she would pull up her hood and conceal herself in her instinctual protection. But she threw her cloak down, striding up to the altar in her flowing robe. Baring herself.

The clergy turned and ran to her in shock. Voices raised in alarm, calling for regalia and covers and holy items. Descending on her as devout wolves.

Aurum stood stock still, simultaneously tight and limp to their pulling. Face composed in grace, but eyes glazed over. No longer in her body.

Watching them touch her made his stomach turn. Each piece of regalia they so lovingly slipped onto her felt like they were stripping her naked in front of him. Ripping away pieces of her autonomy one garment at a time.

He wanted to make them stop, but there were too many to pull off of her. Fingers already entangled into her hair, pulling it out of its clip to braid down her back. Bands of fabric tied around her shoulders and across her waist. Headdress affixed to her brow, a molded blindfold taking her eyes away. Every piece tailored to fit her body. To bind her to them.

He felt waves of nausea as she disappeared from him in real time. A priest tried to shoo him away, so blinded by fervor that he couldn't even recognize that they came in together. Or maybe it didn't matter. She was their holy idol, finally returned. Her outside ties were irrelevant.

"I'm her entrusted, her priest. I must stay with her." He urged.

"Oh! Thank you for returning her to us, brother."

"We cannot stay. Her light is drawn elsewhere."

The priest peered at him, confused. A small clench in his jaw.

"But she must stay. You understand, we have been without her guidance for too long. She is a direct conduit."

He truly felt like he was going to harm this man, a rage that rose like a fever up his spine. Speaking through slow and even breaths.

"It is not in our dieties nature to keep light contained. Come now, she has graced your temple again, rejoice in that. Her light must be spread beyond these walls."

The man seemed uncertain, about to retort, when Gale drew forward. Disregarding him to take her hands.

"Such resplendent light must be shone."

Many of the clergy nodded, faces slack in their blind devotion. The priest fell away, his protest lost.

It made him recoil to see their faces. He had never been on the other side. To see the way they looked at her... is this how he looked at his god? At her, on that beach so long ago?

He understood now why she had kept him at a distance for so long.

He twisted his fingers into hers.

I'm sorry.

Her fingers trembled but did not respond. Their shake the only tell in her mask of grace. The slightest flinch as one of the devout pulled away her chest binding. Her light spilling out.

They all gathered around, chattering prayers and joyful exclamation. Pushing their palms onto her chest, clammy and grotesque in their excitement.

He realized what she meant now, when she had urged him at the door.

"Don't leave my side. Stay with me."

Don't let them take me.

He stepped between the hands, presenting his body as a shield. His chest pressed to hers. Feeling the heat of her sunlight. Her eyes blinded to him, but feeling her gaze regardless.

"What is the meaning of this gathering?"

A tall man stepped down from a staircase above them. Staring down with clear authority.

"High Mornmaster! She's returned!" A priest called out. Presenting her as one does a prized relic.

"And you thought it best to adorn her out here in the open?"

"Oh! I..."

"She was bare when she arrived! We had to dress her!"

"Silence, brother."

The priests hung their heads obediently.

"Are you her charge, stranger?" He turned to Gale, eyeing him down his nose.

"I am. She is in my care, body and soul."

"A most holy duty. I commend thee."

It made bile rise to his throat to realize how they spoke around her.

"She has done well to stay her silence. We shall speak at a more private altar. Come."

Gale pantomimed leading her, but it was her step that drew them forward. How long had she spent blinded to know this place in the dark?

He spoke low in her ear as they walked, following the shadow of the high priest.

"You're doing so well. I love you, I'm right here with you. We're going to go home soon, okay?"

She nodded, taking a shuddering breath. The grip on his fingers loosened slightly. Taking up his own squeeze.

It frightened him that she hadn't spoken, but he knew how confronting places like this could unravel. All of the progress you've made pulled out of you in wrenching handfuls. A cruel magic trick.

But he would not allow them the chance to take advantage of her temporarily shattered sense of self. She was not alone. And they would die by his hand before they could take her.

"What fortuitous luck we have been graced with. Our divine light returned to us." The High Morninglord swept behind his desk, sitting back to level his gaze appreciatively at her.

"Though, I have heard whispers of a girl with a holy light in her chest, running the Cliff's Run, of all things." He laughed as if this was the most absurd notion. "The thought, our Resplendent running naked in the streets."

Gale's stomach clenched in disgust. Recognizing the tactics. Setting up a shameful question to put your obstinate charge on the back foot. To make them trip over themselves to prove you wrong.

But she didn't take the bait. Sitting straight, her hands folded gently in her lap. Her face impassive under the half mask.

"It has been far too long since your voice has hallowed these halls. Shall we have your confession, Risen Sun."

It wasn't a question.

A low laugh slipped her at his audacity. Calling her by her true title.

"Confession..." Aurum let out a slow breath, though she made no move to bend her head in prayer. "Maybe it will help."

"Yes, confession is a balm on the soul."

"Should I address Lathander or our Father?"

He paused, clearly taken aback by her brevity. Addressing the cult outright. Gathering his nerve again.

"Whoever speaks to you."

She smiled with a sharp edge.

"Then I'll speak to you."

"I remember what faith felt like. Filling a hollow in me. Ecstatic. Bright. Lifting me above my body. Gods, it makes me shiver to even think of it now."

Her voice was a soft coo of a dove. All the fullness, the lived in, pulled away. Reminding him of how she spoke so long ago. How one speaks to a lamb led to the knife.

"It fulfilled me, and why wouldn't it? It was my purpose. My whole existence had been planned with the sole purpose of channeling the divine. Or, at least, that's what I was told. 'You've been touched by the Gods.' My father would whisper. Leading me in my first steps to the altar. It was all deliberate, my breeding, my upbringing. My young mother dying during childbirth a blip on my history. An obituary not even written. Just a name and a date."

"But I think my genuine channeling was a convenience for my father, at least at first. It's easier to convince the blind masses when your child truly did speak through your god. But there lies the problem."

She leaned forward, boring her concealed gaze into him. Her voice carried on in its haunting song.

"His god spoke to me. Through me. He had thought he had channeled Him, but seeing how He flowed from me like water. I was His true voice. That filled his belly with rot. Envy. And a madman with a pit of rot in his belly... well. You surely remember what happened next?"

The priest's breath held, fear darting his eyes from her.

"Oh, come now. You weren't scared when you held me down. Don't lose your nerve now."

"No, you remember quite well. A little girl named Rosa'sune, with soft adolescent love for another girl and blind faith in her heart, was destroyed on that slab that night. And no amount of her screaming loosened your grip. It was a call from your god, and you sang to it joyously."

"That wasn't what broke my faith. Not the pain, not the shard of sun, not the carving of the tattoo across my face. I had endured wrath before. No, it was that you did it to her too."

"See, I could have believed it was a show of my worth, to be Chosen. Of course, a blessing this great must take a great deal to endure. But Amaris was not part of our sect. She didn't even worship the same god. Yet you carved her, just the same as me. You marked her identical. Now, why would that be?"

"I can hear from the shake of your breath that you have enough sense to be afraid of me. Good. You should be. My father was too, but not until it was far too late. He filled me with such terrible power. And, like all unfit parents, had never fathomed that I could defy him. That I was more than an extension of his will. In forcing that light in me had made his most fatal mistake."

She rose to lean on the desk, palms flat against the wood. Still speaking a soft lullaby.

"He had made me a weapon. His daughter, singing hymns and touching bowed heads with eyes blinded, was now a scythe shaped like a girl. In his hubris, he had made me far more powerful than him, and it was too late to turn back. So he made a failsafe. If I refused him or his god, I would burn."

"Aurum... I had no-"

"Silence. I am not here to soothe your bleating."

She reached forward and tenderly cupped his face.

"Do you remember? How our clergy sung my new holiness? Oh, how beautiful, how lucky, to be Chosen. How wonderful to have a true conduit. Without a single thought of the weight of a sun in her chest. No thought to how strange that her voice was returned to her, yet her breath came so shallow."

She reached up and pulled the blindfold away. Staring deep in his eyes.

"It was my father's will, but your faithful did this to me. I could not hide from His light, and you do not get to hide from what you've done."

Fear shaken tears edged out of his eyes, staring up at her. Mouth fallen open in silent pleading.

She brushed a tear away with her thumb, then reached inside her mouth. Wetting her opposite thumb, she circled a sun into the crest of his forehead. The trail lighting. Holy water.

"I shall let all who dwell in dark feel your holy dawn."

The priest responded almost involuntarily.

"Morninglord, hear my prayer."

She smiled a sad, knowing smile, then pulled away.

"Let's go. We're done here."

Gale rose and took her hand, though she needed no guidance. Leading him out.

As they walked, her pace picked up. Grace falling away as distance covered. Breaking into a frantic stride. Pulling away the regalia that weighed down her body.

They burst out of a hidden side door, a small alley tucked away by the sea. Aurum leaned against the brick, dry heaving.

Gale rushed forward, about to cradle her. But she shoved him away. Surprise taking up both of their faces.

He staggered back, but didn't retreat. Seeing something in her eyes.

She rose up to her full height and shoved him again. His back pushed into brick.

His breath left in a huff, a new kind of lust risen in his belly. Seeing it mirrored in her eyes. She always had a dominant streak, but this felt different. Less teasing, no toying or riling in her stare.

Her hand came to his throat, pressing her body into his. Staring deep in his eyes. Her fingers tightened. Studying him like a tiger hidden in thicket.

The thought of being her prey made his cock throb, breathing hard through her fingers.

She reached inside his robe and cupped him. Eliciting a gasp. Holding him by the throat and by the cock. His life and his manhood in the palm of her hands. Already leaking precum over her fingers. His body begging.

She gathered the slick and tightened her grip, wrenching pleasure from him in tight strokes.

He arched into the wall, eyes rising into lids. Hand gripping her forearm.

She knocked his hand back. Exhaling a fast breath, nearly a growl. Caging him back.

He braced his hands against the wall, the cool brick flat against his palms. His hips fucking up into her. The hand on his throat flexing.

This was a tucked away alley, but they were still in the city. Anyone could wander down the street and see them. See him. The thought that she might not stop in that situation made his belly tighten dangerously. Orgasm threatening shockingly soon.

She felt the throb, his cock hard as stone. Only smiling, her mouth hovering just far enough away to deny him of her. Playing with her food, watching him squirm with a tilt of her head.

That she wasn't speaking made it feel so much more salacious. Breathing hard into the space between them. Eyes wide blown with lust. The lewd sound of her hand and heavy breathing the only sounds exchanged.

The end was soon, he was past the point of no return. Hips fucking into her outside of his control. Biting into his lip, whimpers lost under her grip on his throat. Her total control over him making his pleasure feel primal. Shameful out in the open. About to cum, whether he liked it or not.

She turned his head with her thumb, seeing the tells of his body. Pushing a moan of breath against his ear. Licking a flat line up the curve.

He came in shuddering waves, hands digging into the sharp brick. Hips stuttering as the pleasure coiled in his belly struck him over and over. Out on display for the world to see. Splattering the ground.

She pushed him down by the throat. Forcing him to a sitting kneel, staring up at her. She pulled her robe aside and straddled over his upturned face. Long legs caging him. Taking the crown of his hair into her fist. Grinding her cunt into his mouth.

He gripped both hands into her ass and pulled her into him. Slurping her hard clit into his cupped tongue.

She shuddered above him, fully straddling over his face. Bracing her forearm against the brick wall. Hips pulsing into his fervent licking. Sloppy in his enthusiasm, staring up at her through lidded eyes. Fucked out, moaning into her cunt.

Her using him like this hardened his cock again, reaching between his legs to stroke himself in time to the grind of her hips.

"Good boy." She sighed when he sucked her clit into his mouth. Sending his eyes up into his head. About to cum again.

He released his cock to pull her hard into him, burying his face fully between her legs. Digging his fingertips into the fat of her ass. Slurping and sucking with animal fervor.

She buckled above him, curling her head forward. Shuddering out choked cries. Her hips tremoring from deep in her pelvis.

He slapped her ass, bending her hips to fully latch on to her clit. Wrenching his head from side to side, pulling popping sucks with the hollow of his tongue.

She bit into her forearm above him, her eyes squeezing shut tight. Muffling shrieks into her flesh. Hips shuddering so hard he thought they might give out. Bracing his forearms under her thighs, hands holding her ass up.

Her eyes fully rolled up into her head as she came. Falling forward, scraping her knees against the wall. Shuddering in pulses against his mouth. Her cum flooding into his mouth, lapping it eagerly down his throat. Moaning around swallows. His hand returning to his cock to quickly cum the last of his pleasure.

She fell down into his lap, legs straddled around his thighs. Shaking out breath into his shoulder.

He wound tightly around her, hushing into her ear. Stroking the braids out of her hair. Returning her to him, one caress at a time.

She grasped tightly around him.

"I love you." She moaned, throat raw from pleasure and swelling tears. "I want to go home."

He buried into her shoulder, his own tears threatening.

"I love you so much. Let's go home."

~

[yashiro-arisugawa]

Fav Love and Deepspace OSTs

Not ranked, I just listed them randomly; will update when I find more cool ost

So many memories tied to these OSTs, esp the event ones 🥹

Gravity of Spacetime

Its so beautiful bro, I always smile so hard when I hear it and it just makes me so happy 🥹🥹 I always imagine this playing in the background when mc and Foreseer dance in the library under the soft snow

Entwined Shadows

I always listen to entwined shadows when I feel sad cuz it makes me sadder so my original sadness doesn't feel as sad

This was the first multi banner I experienced and I was pretty sad I didn't get Zayne's snowy serenity, because I was f2p back then and only got Raf. I was also in a pretty rushed headspace because I had to get some documental shit done so this event felt like I went by in a jiffy and I couldn't even grind to try for Zayne. I'm kinda still salty about not getting it but I will wait for rerun cuz that's all I can do about it anyways

Lol but besides not getting the card I REALLY wanted, it just sounds kinda sad by default to me. Like again, piano and violin tgth and I'm sold on it. It sounds sad to me because when I hear it, it feels like "after so many life times, in this one, we could share a kiss" if that's not sad then what is

In the Ocean Depths

This one is the definition of ocean/ deep sea. You can NOT tell me it doesn't sound like you're in Lemuria. I don't even know how to describe it, it just sounds like forlon waters which holds millions of memories. They used to have this on Raf's desk/ with him page but then they changed it to the another goofier one (Fish in Hand perhaps?)

Sometimes I go to Raf's falling for you page just to listen to this ost since I don't have the affinity level to unlock the actual ost

Dawn of Heavy Snowfall

If they play this during Zayne's finale my soul will rest in peace for the next 20 lifetimes. The title is so beautiful and so apt for the OST. It sounds so innocent but sad in the beginning but when the violins swell it sounds like "finally, after all the hardships, it was all worth it, we finally made it through, and triumphed over and endlessly looping tragic fate". That ONE part where the violins swell and the strings come on has me levitating man.

I remember crying so hard when I read Zayne's anecdotes, esp the Medic of the Arctic one where this one specifically is from, I soaked my pillow and t shirt and even my glasses were dripping with tears

Beyond Time

I don't see xav romantically as an LI cuz he's not my type but I still really like him as a chara and his lore. When I read his lightseeker myth this ost was in my head rent free for at least a week if not more. It has this "cosmic serenity" vibe to it, sometimes it feels like a fever dream to me

Mysterious Shadow

Sounds really Sci-Fi and gives those classy, sophisticated heist kinda vibes. Well it IS a Sylus ost after all. I stay extra long on Sylus tender moments/ secret times pages just to listen to it for a bit longer

Misty Invasion

Lmfao whenever I listen to misty ost all I remember is how that banner brought out the most desperate and down bad side of me which I never knew. That was the banner that made me start spending on lads. I bought some event packs but I hadn't invested in aurum then so I started getting distressed dreams about not getting the cards I wanted 🤣 most stressful and horny banner so far

It also makes me really nostalgic because this was the last LaDS event I experienced back in the comfort of my own home, my own couch, my own city, my own country, before I had to move to another country for my Master's. Misty really was an era in itself

I also really like the OSTs that play in Raf's Ebb and Flow bond and the one in Zayne's Fleeting Sweetness Tender Moments

Infold needs to put all their OSTs on yt or Spotify or smth. I wonder why they haven't done it yet cuz it would get them a decent amount of money just from us being obsessed with how beautiful the music is

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Writemas Day 6: Melchiore's Home

Day 6 Prompts || Event by @agirlandherquill

The prompt I filled was "the silence of nature" and this little story features a minor character, Melchiore, who in Liberatio has the misfortune of meeting one of the main villains up close and personal. (Thanks to Lyarshu and co. for dealing with this terror.)

This is so short lmao.

Ebb and flow. Here and there. Sand and sea. Melchiore took a deep breath and sighed in satisfaction.

The splashing waves and the blowing breeze along the southern shores of Psychedelfis filled his ears and soothed his nerves. They were his constant companions as he lost his thoughts in tidying his abode. Occasionally came the crying of gulls calling to each other, or sailors doing their business nearby, but their conversations were simply background noises for Melchiore.

His neighbors - if they can be called as such - were kind enough to give him food and other necessities. They call it gratitude, in return for having restored their lighthouse. They call him a wizard for having livened the dilapidated structure. Melchiore called it "false faith" and knew he was no mage but a mere albatis ylf who had nothing but honest, hard work. He was too fatigued in mind to argue with his pitifully simple-minded fellows. He had the nearby town's favor, and they were happy enough to let him be with his so-called eccentricities, and thus he had little reason to correct the misunderstanding.

Though he was miles away from beloved friends and esteemed rivals in the Aurum Hills, Melchiore preferred the Tower of Topal. His new home afforded him a priceless peace. Day and night his senses were lulled by the silence of nature, and in his heart only calm remained.

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Log Entry Leith de Aurum, Master Engineer and Researcher Skylanders Academy Laboratory Cycle 5471, Day 189

"Subject: Traptanium Weaponry and Its Impact on Power Depletion

The more I delve into Traptanium’s mysteries, the more I find myself in awe—and, admittedly, unsettled—by its capabilities. Today’s focus was on a particularly potent property of Traptanium weaponry: its ability to erode the magical and physical power of those struck. To aid my research, I enlisted the reluctant help of Nana Crie’Cai, a formidable centaur warrior and master of the Traptanium-tipped lance she wields with unmatched precision.

Observations on Power Erosion

The phenomenon of power erosion appears unique to Traptanium weaponry, distinct from the blunt force or physical damage caused by conventional arms. When Nana demonstrated her lance in a controlled environment, the following effects were noted:

Immediate Impact: When her lance struck a magical construct (a training dummy imbued with elemental energy), the energy began to dissipate almost instantly. Unlike typical disruption spells, which scatter or repel magic, the Traptanium seemed to consume the energy, leaving the construct visibly weaker.

Lingering Weakness: Targets struck by Traptanium weaponry show signs of sustained debilitation. In sparring exercises with other Skylanders (all carefully supervised, of course), Nana’s strikes caused her opponents to feel sluggish and unable to summon their full strength. Even Spyro, in a brief demonstration, described the sensation as “like trying to ignite a fire with no tinder.”

Numbing Effect: Nana noted that, during battle, her lance disrupts not only a foe’s magical reserves but also their connection to their abilities. One subject described feeling an unnatural numbness in the moments after being struck, as though the part of themselves tied to their powers had temporarily gone dormant.

Analysis: This property stems from Traptanium’s inherent nature as a conduit for containing and manipulating energy. When used as a weapon, the material interacts with a target’s magical and elemental essence, not only interrupting the flow of power but actively drawing it away. This could explain why individuals tethered to Traptanium containment crystals experience numbness and a diminished sense of self when they stray too far.

Trap Masters and Their Specialization

Through... stressful conversations with Nana, I gained insight into why the Trap Masters are uniquely suited to wielding Traptanium weaponry.

Control and Discipline: The use of Traptanium weapons requires immense precision. A careless strike could sap more power than intended, potentially leaving a target or environment irreparably damaged. Trap Masters undergo rigorous training to master the balance between drawing power from a foe and avoiding collateral harm.

Innate Resilience: Trap Masters often have an unusually strong connection to their own elemental cores, which shields them from Traptanium’s side effects. Nana explained that when she first trained with her lance, she felt the weapon “testing” her—a tugging at her own essence that only subsided once she established a balance with the material.

Strategic Advantage: Traptanium weapons are not designed for brute force. Instead, they emphasize disruption and control, weakening opponents to the point where their abilities are rendered ineffective. This approach aligns with the Trap Masters’ philosophy: to neutralize threats efficiently without unnecessary destruction.

Applications in Combat

The power-eroding properties of Traptanium weaponry make it invaluable in specific scenarios:

Neutralizing High-Power Threats: Traptanium weapons can disarm powerful enemies, reducing their ability to fight back. Nana’s lance, for example, has been used to weaken large foes before her allies move in to subdue them.

Energy Drain and Containment: By drawing power away from their targets, Trap Masters can effectively disable magical constructs or prevent reinforcements from materializing in battle.

Battlefield Control: The lingering weakness caused by Traptanium strikes forces opponents to fight at a disadvantage, creating opportunities for strategic maneuvers.

Challenges and Ethical Considerations

While the potential of Traptanium weaponry is undeniable, its use raises ethical concerns:

Risk of Overuse: Prolonged exposure to Traptanium strikes can leave lasting damage to an individual’s magical core. Nana has been forbidden from using her lance in training exercises to avoid this issue (though she whines about it constantly).

Dependency on Trap Masters: The specialized nature of these weapons means their use is limited to a select few. This creates a reliance on the Trap Masters that could be problematic in prolonged conflicts.

Psychological Toll: The numbing sensation and temporary loss of power caused by Traptanium strikes can be deeply unsettling, even for seasoned warriors. Spyro himself noted that such experiences can “shake your confidence in ways you don’t expect."

Closing Thoughts: Traptanium weaponry represents a double-edged sword, capable of disarming the most formidable foes but also fraught with risks. The Trap Masters’ discipline and expertise ensure these weapons are wielded responsibly, but their rarity underscores how dangerous Traptanium can be in the wrong hands. Nana’s insights - though blunt - have deepened my understanding, but I suspect I’ve only begun to scratch the surface of what this extraordinary material can do."

End Log.

[azuresage]

This post is to pin and keep my series of Zelda fanfiction easily accessible.

The Aurum Flow is a series of stories that lay behind the scenes of many adventures throughout the Zelda franchise. Often do they set the stage for future events, but there will be some that follow up on tales that have already concluded. All of them feature OCs of my own making, sometimes with canon characters thrown into the mix.

Story I - The Hero of Spirits

(standalone entry) This is a prequel to Spirit Tracks that tells of how Malladus was first sealed; the story of the very first Hero of Spirits. This was my first fanfiction, written when I was 15 and updated over the years.

Story II - Ride the Winds!

(standalone entry) This is a prequel to Wind Waker, taking place roughly fifty years before Link sets out on his journey. A voyager from a cold, faraway land attempts to return home, and ends up dragging things into to place for the Hero's eventual return.

Story III - Spirits, Winds, and Time

(preceded by I and II) This is a crossover of The Hero of Spirits and Ride the Winds!, and it ended up becoming the genesis of the Aurum Flow series. This is set one hundred years before Ocarina of Time, featuring an all-seeing oracle prince who wishes to prevent the flow of time from unraveling.

Story IV - The Concerto of Spirits

(preceded by I) This is another prequel to the Spirit Tracks game, and it is a direct sequel to The Hero of Spirits, wrangling the events of that sandbox story into a more canon-compliant telling of how Link and Tetra founded New Hyrule.

Story V - Age of Prosperity;Mémoire

(standalone entry) This story assumes knowledge of my past works, but I intend for it to be standalone so you wouldn't necessarily have to read the others to enjoy it. This is set after the events of Age of Calamity, following a lost Lokomo's quest to uncover his past and his memories as he fights to protect those who can't come back to life like he can.

Please give them a chance! I'm working hard and having fun writing them, and I'm planning a lot more in the future!

[invelena]

you almost seem honest. from Maxima

the metal tip of viago's lacquered cane knocks the floor. half a statement, more of a punctuation. a fraction of his bare neck peeks from the laced edge of his shirt as his head tilts, briefly, to inspect the document she extends directly into his grasp. a string of antivan formalities inked shakily across the folded parchment flow beneath his pinned gaze—a flicker of recognition dancing through it, in the way his eyes slide along the sentences and his dark eyelashes bat evenly. the compromising feat of lyrium-smuggling merchant prince and his venatori providers. not a contract, viago observes, nor the expressed will to sign one. just gossip. maybe an unsaid suggestion to look into it, dropped casually as one would a half-remembered tune. “almost?” of course he folds it away, sliding it into the satiny pocket of his coat. “i'll make do.”

magister aurum is a fine politician, all shiny smiles and witty remarks. viago does not invite her to sit, but she finds her spot anyway; he does not offer her a drink, but she leans to inspect the wine in a crystal carafe, an aged antivan red darker than her own blood, and only after musing over it she decides against pouring herself a drink—maybe discouraged by her host's reputation, maybe just not thirsty. he flicks the wide-cuffed sleeve of his coat out of the way and pours maxima the wine she avoided, quick as a snake's forked tongue tests the ground for dangers. because she is a danger, and an opportunity, as most tevinters are. goldmines that could crumble at any moment.

“it's not poisoned.” yet. “you say i seem honest, but you stint on your information like you have something to hide. i don't like dallying—either you wish to employ the crows, or we are done here.”

baldur's gate 3.

[adureus]

⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀.

➤ Lithification / The Crystal’s Curse

Leechdoms against Aetherborne Lithasis, the disease of stone engendered upon a man's flesh or hight commonly the Crystal's Curse. Concretion comes oftenest of corrupt humors after exposure to surfeits of Aether, at which time the flesh whilom grows swarthy. To asses severity and progress of the disease, with frequent scarifying, whilom with mickle, whilom with slight, wean and draw calculus from the affected place. Should the excrescence be purulent the patient is not to be let blood on a vein, but rather be tended with potions of a perfluent and calming nature applied inwardly, with which the senses might be deadened. Let the sufferer drink this for sixteen mornings, more if there be need of it, and let him partake in neither milk of the Stolas, nor the flesh of Bo, be it wild or domesticke, nor flesh Wyrm, nor fresh Aldgoat, nor aught of that with armor of chitin or shells, as the Adamantoise, and by no means let them draw of the foul smoke of tabac. Should the excrescence be stony, the flesh is to be fomented and warmed and to be tended with warm appliances. You shall first warm the cold with triturated sulfur mingled with flecks of aurum weighed against one gil. Take then a kettle and put of the sulfur and aurum two parts to one of wine and mingle with bomb ash and Chocobo sharn and a wort hight Morganbeard of which the netherward part is grated and sifted through a sieve. Boil till that it be as thick as a tear of honey and smear wound therewith and overlay the wound with linen and woll of a ewe sodden in sharp vinegar.

⸻ The Art of FINAL FANTASY XVI

Aether in XVI borrows some similarities and properties from other Final Fantasy games ( considered the life force of the star and all living beings ). It's something to be respected and left undisturbed, and the consequences of its abuse range from mild to dire. ( eg. why the land reacts so violently to the Mothercrystals. One’s Aether is could arguably be attached to one's psyche as well. Hence why the Akashic are void of their wills. At the end of the day, everything returns to the star and its rudimental form ). Those who wield swords typically direct magic to their non-dominant hand as the curse will manifest there first, so they can preserve some dexterity should it render them immobile in the future. Both hands are used when more Aether is needed to channel magicks. 

Like mentioned earlier, Aether probably isn't intended to be weaponized, and it’s why Bearers / Dominants who concentrate and utilize it beyond its purpose are afflicted by petrification and neuropathic damage. It’s also why Crystal fetters cause pain and exhaust those enchained when removed. It gradually kills ( and possibly explains why Clive experiences so much pain when he absorbs the power of other Eikons. But, I'm curious as to why he feels no discomfort in Cid or Jill’s case, when Ramuh and Shiva are absorbed, respectively ). Disrespect nature and it'll disrespect you.

The nerves of the body could play a significant role in the channelling of Aether. Dominants prime and a loose outline of the nerves of the face light up while suffused with Aether, but in the process, it damages internals to the point of coughing blood if the Dominant is too liberal in its use. It's debatable if a Bearer is able to concentrate nearly as much as a Dominant could ( I don't remember any comparable examples ), so their symptoms aren't quite as violent. In the case of the Phoenix and Bearers who are capable of healing, they likely reverse injuries by tampering with their patients’ flow of Aether, repairing the flesh at the cost of their own. 

Just as an aside, Heartstone ( embedded in Clive and Joshua's vambraces aka The Founders’ Grasp(s), and found in the belly of elder Griffins ) is a byproduct of an excess of Aether. Contrary to what Harpocrates said, and maybe this is my deviation from canon, but I don’t think beasts are exempt from the negative affects of channelling Aether. The process is likely just slower for them compared to humans. I don’t doubt there are some that have considerably high tolerances to it by not weaponizing their Aether ( eg. Chocobos ). Torgal's a special case, and doesn’t call upon his own Eikon nor Aether, but rather the ambient Aether collected from his companions. His armour could act as insulation to protect him from the effects, like a Crystal shard. In Griffins, it’s limited to a sac around their hearts rather than the entirety of their bodies. Their anatomy probably evolved in such a way that Aether is condensed in such a way rather than suffused throughout like humans.

Also Jill's skin isn't pristine and free of scarring either, which is another deviation from canon, and I want to draw a visual of that later!!

[lionessinarms]

The Months in Between chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

It's the night of the charity event for the Firetown flood. It's being held uptown at the Argentum Aurum Hotel. The fanciest hotel in all of Element City. Everyone who's anybody is going to be there. The Mayor even prepared a speech. Brooke wanted to spare no expense and rented out a limousine for the Ripple family to pick up the Lumens. It's black tie event and Wade is in a black tux with a bowtie (like the Oscar art). He steps out of the limo to the Shop, it's closed early for the event. He looks a bit nervous because last time he was here he got into a huge shouting match with Bernie. He takes a big gulp and walks into the Shop.

Upstairs Cinder is helping her daughter with the final touches in her dress. It's like a cross between her familiar black dress and ceremonial gem robe. It's backless and long flowing. She is wearing long gloves, a surprise for Brooke, with matching dangling earrings. Cinder is beaming at her daughter. "Oh it's like I'm getting you ready for your wedding day."

Ember looking nervous, "Àshká! It's just a fancy party. Think of it as a big celebration for you and dad retiring!"

Cinder agrees, "Oh yes, I am very much looking forward to it."

Ember gets up to go look at herself in the mirror. She smiles brightly and then turns to her mom to ask. "You think Wade will like the dress?"

Cinder having done hundreds of matches tells her daughter, "He may be Water but he's still a guy." She puts her arm around her and says with a smile. "I think he has the hots for you."

Ember laughs.

From downstairs in the Shop. Wade walks in to the closed store. The only light source is coming from the Blue Flame in the back and Bernie sitting up front at the table by the window. Bernie clears his throat and waves at Wade.

Wade nervously adjusts his tie and walks over to the table. Wade doesn't know where to start but with a greeting. "Hello, you look great."

Bernie nervously, "Thank you, you look good too."

Both men look down but Wade pokes his head back up first. "Hey I'm sorry about the other day. I meant no disrespect."

Bernie nods his head, "Hmm, I apologize for my outburst too." He pauses then tells Wade, "Actually I'm impressed you stood up to me. You need do exactly that for Ember when I'm not around."

Wade smiles, "Yes sir. Anything for her." He takes a seat across the table and asks. "They're not ready yet huh?"

"Nope." Not knowing what else to stay Bernie asks "So how's work going? I hear good things about you all the time from our customers."

Wade smiles at this but then says, "Honestly I hate it. My job is finding mistakes, give the bad news, and don't do a thing about it. If it wasn't for my mom's architect knowledge helping me come up with good news to give people, I wouldn't know how much longer I could do this. It's tons of added work but the result has been faster repairs and more importantly happier people. Making that connection is what's worth it to me. That and I'm saving up for something special."

"Connecting with people is why I wanted the Fireplace. Though the work is hard and with long hours. Not always fun but I had a responsibility to take care of my wife and Ember."

Wade gets real with Bernie as he leans forward to stare at the Blue Flame from across the room. "Having Ember in my life has given me such drive and focus. It's made working so much easier." Wade takes a pause then decides to tell Bernie something big. "I want to ask her to marry me one day."

Bernie looks at Wade giving him a straight face with slightly widen eyes and raised eyebrows. Wade turns to look at Bernie. You can tell Wade is very serious and sincere about what he has just said. Saying what he feels in his heart. 

At the same time this is happening Cinder has come down the stairs and sings "We're ready!" She is excited the most for this party. Both men stand up for their ladies. From behind Cinder comes Ember.

You thought Wade was excited to see Ember at the movies this is ten times that only without the water works. He almost forgets how to breath as he stares at her beauty.

As Ember walks up to Wade they both can't keep their eyes off each other, smiling too. Ember's beautiful light is showing.

Cinder gets to her husband first and takes ahold of his arm. Bernie smiles softly at her then the both smile up at Ember.

Ember gets to Wade. He softly, almost in a whisper says. "You look so beautiful." Never looking away from her eyes they both reach for each other's hands. It's only when they touch does Wade realizes. "You're wearing gloves?"

Ember tells him. "It's a surprise for your mom. She seems like she always wants to give me a hug for some reason."

Cinder being nosy asks, "So what did you two talk about while we were getting ready?"

Wade has a slightly nervous look on his face. He is hoping Bernie doesn't give away his huge secret but he wanted him to know how serious he loves Ember.

Bernie calmly, "Oh nothing big. Just work and guy stuff." Cinder looks a little suspicious but then shrugs it off.

Wade smiles and takes the opportunity to get going. "Come on. My mom is in the limo waiting for us." Bernie and Cinder arm and arm step out first. Ember takes Wade's arm and he places his hand on top of hers as they walk out too. 

In the limo ride over. Cinder and Brooke are enjoying their time together. Chatting it up like they are old time girlfriends with glasses of Champaign in their hands. Wade and Ember stair at them like they just caught two Earth elements pruning. 

Wade whispers to Ember "Is this weirding you out too because we didn't introduce them to each other?"

"Yep."

Bernie is sitting cross armed next to Uncle Harold, "I got to say your vest is just so colorful."

Bernie thinking it's a weird complement, "Uhhh, thank you?"

Uncle Harold continues, "I just love working with colors."

Bernie doesn't know where he is going with this and feels uncomfortable that he scoots away from him just a bit.

Curious Ember asks, "So how did you two meet?"

It's a flash back. Brooke starts the story. "I went to the Fireplace the morning you started the welding job." Brooke walks into the Shop with her head held high and sees Cinder. "I knew who Cinder was the moment I saw her, the family resemblance is undeniable." 

Cinder stops and stares up at the water women with an untrusting squint in her eyes. Cinder knew who she was too but still asks, "Mrs. Ripple?"

Brooke goes, "Mrs. Lumen?" It's like a stand off as they pause.

Then Cinder speaks. "Would you care for some tea?"

"I'd love some!" Brooke proclaims. And they been good friends ever since.

Bernie leans over to Wade and Ember, "It's weirding me out too."

Wade tells Bernie, "I wonder what stories they know?"

Cinder points to Wade, "I know about the sponge!"

"AH!" Wade goes and backs away. Ember looks horrified with him.

Brooke follows up with, "So treat Ember right, not that you wouldn't dear." She says with a smile on her face.

Bernie asks, "What's a sponge?"

Ember whispers near Wade's face, "Don't worry, if she ever has one, I'll just burn it."

Wade smiles and relaxes putting his arm around Ember, "My hero."

The limo pulls up to the hotel lobby entrance. The place is huge like a convention center with a massive staircase. Lake with Ghibli and Allen with his family are on the steps waiting for the rest of the Ripples. On the same steps are Flarrietta and Flarry waiting for Bernie and Cinder.

Wade and Ember are the last to step out of the limo. Wade then notices Ember's dress is backless. Wade gets a silly nervous look on his face, blushes, and rubs the back of his head trying to quite down the popping thought bubbles. Ember doesn't catch his nervousness but his siblings do.

Allen see's Wade's face first and jokes around with him, "Hey what's wrong Bro?"

Lake adds on, "Yeah, you nervous about something?"

Brooke chimes in, "Oh you two stop it." As Wade smiles nervously.

Flarrietta waves over to the Lumens, "Oy, we saved you a table."

Bernie and Cinder turn to their daughter. Cinder tells Ember, "You go stay with Wade's family." Bernies says with a smile, "We'll mingle with you all after we catch up with the other Firish."

Wade goes, "Hey we can stop by too."

Flarry steps forward, "We got enough room for your family too."

Ember smiles at this and glows bright.

Inside the hotel's grand hall. It really is a melting pot of all Elements including Firish guests, workers, food, and art on display. Vinny, Gale, and other Construction leads in their best dress are in a circle chatting and laughing. The Firish welders are sitting with other construction men of different Elements with their wives and families all chatting. Their kids are even playing with each other. A Earth boy is chasing around a Firish boy laughing. A Water and Air kid pops in to play too. Jimmy and Wendy are lovingly dancing with each other. This charity ball doesn't feel like a depressing event but a grand celebration of the whole City coming together.

Wade looks around with Ember. "Wow, this is even cooler then I thought."

Cinder and Bernie are sitting down at a fancy table. They've gotten their familiar Firish food and drinks. Cinder tells her husband. "Now this is how to start off a retirement." Bernie smiles at her and they chime their glasses together in a toast.

There's a dance floor with music. Wade and Ember are dancing together. It just feels like the perfect celebration for the two of them.

Wade says to her. "Can this be an unofficial redo of my high school prom?"

Ember with her head on his chest laughs, "Only if it's redo of mine too." She pulls back to look at him. "I'm really looking forward to our weekend together." 

Wade looks into her eyes and nearly a whisper. "Me too." He slides his hand a little lower on her bare back and rubs his thumb across.

His touch sends electric like waves through Ember's body but she is very good at hiding it. She then places a hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes expecting a kiss on other cheek but it ends up being more of a kiss on his jaw closer to his neck. He pulls back to look at her. Trying to read her face like he did when they first touched. Ember is giving him the half lidded, droopy, bedroom eyes. Wade softens and gives the same look back. He is one lucky Water guy. The music stops and an announcer asks everyone to take their seat. Wade says something to Ember about meeting her back at the seat. As Ember sits down she motions to Brooke and Allen to come closer since the event is a bit loud. 

"I know what I want to give Wade but till need you're help with it later."

Brooke smiles and Allen goes, "You got it Ember."

Wade sits back down next to Ember and takes ahold of her hand as the Mayor of Element City begins his speech. He's an older Water man.

"My fellow Elements. When this City was founded four hundred years ago, Water had a vision. They took their first steps out of the sea and looked to sky. They felt the earth on their feet, the warmth from the sun on their bodes, and took a breath of fresh air. The Water of that time knew that this City would be the perfect place for all Elements to call home. Though throughout the years we have struggle to find common ground with each other. One thing has remained the spirit of our City and that is helping those in need in times of hardship. Our Firish community has been hurt. Out of all the disasters this City has face I have never seen such resilience and openness come from such Elements as we have from the Firish. From the new Welders on the upper banks." 

The Firish men cheer. Vinny and the other construction crew clap too. 

"And the shops in Firetown." Firish business owners cheer but Bernie stays humbly silent and smiles. 

The Mayor continues. "One shop in particular has been at the heart of our rebuild. Opening it's doors to all Elements helping to rebuild the community. And I hear their food is really good too." 

The crowd laughs. Bernie and Cinder look at each other and shrug. What business are they talking about? 

"Which is why I am proud to award the key to the City to Bernie and Cinder Lumen of the Fireplace!"

Bernie and Cinder are in shock. They were not expecting this kind of recognition. Neither was Ember as she brings her hand up to her face in shock and happy tears. She turns towards her parents and motions them to go up there. Flarrietta and Flarry tell them to go there too as they clap. Wade and the Ripples are surprised and they start crying happy tears. Wade puts his hands on Ember's shoulder for support. Which in turn, she puts one of her hands on top of his as she watches her parents go up on stage. 

As the Mayor hands Bernie the key he says. "The Fireplace is now officially marked forever as a historical site in all of Element City." He whispers to Bernie, "Which means all code violations are grandfathered in." And winks.

Bernie looks surprised at Ember and Wade then smiles.

Ember is clapping and Wade gives a goofy grin with a shrug as he claps. Ember is in tears of joy and thinks so herself what a perfect way for her parents to retire to.

Author's Note: this wasn't supposed to be the end of this chapter but the next few chapters I wrote were so much fun! They ended up being long then I thought. XDD!!

[beepboopkek]

— Practice makes perfect (M!Reader) [Part Two]

Including: Dr.Ratio x AMAB!Reader

Part one is here

afab version has been posted on both ao3 and tumblr as well!

cw: ! NSFW ! , AMAB!Reader, established relationship, b0tt0m!sub!reader x d0m!t0p!ratio , fluff and smut, soft dr ratio, he's called veritas, oral M recieving, light cursing, hot spring freaking, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything

w/c: 2.8k

a/n: the long awaited part two to the dr ratio fic!! probably not what you guys are expecting but i like myself some soft ratio content too so ... also i apologise sincerely for any formatting mistakes, I decided I would post tonight, fell sick, still decided to go to my pc and post it and then . my pc stopped responding . so now I'm on phone rip,, anyway I hope you enjoy!

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

After your impromptu romp together, you somehow managed to get all the questions right—but not without significant struggle. Every wrong answer had earned you a “punishment” that left your cheeks burning and your body aching in ways that were both mortifying and thrilling. The aftermath of your study session was a blur of sore muscles, a tender lower half, and your boyfriend’s sheepish but endearing attempts to make amends with a parade of apologetic gifts. Which eventually led the two of you to decide to escape the chaos of your work lives for a while, booking a short trip to the Xianzhou Luofu.

Reaching there was easy enough, with Veritas’ connection to the IPC, a shuttle was already booked and the hotel reservations were made well in advance. The hotel was nestled in a quiet corner of Aurum Alley, the Luofu’s vibrant culinary street bustling with tantalizing aromas and lively chatter. It was Veritas’ first choice for a good reason—the hotel was renowned for its luxurious indoor hot springs, a favorite among tourists visiting the Luofu for the first time. Veritas, ever the planner, seemed thoroughly content ensuring everything was perfectly set for your stay.

On the day of your arrival, you were promptly escorted to your rooms, where the welcoming scent of fresh herbs and subtle incense greeted you. The two of you wasted no time settling in, quickly changing into swimsuits to prepare for the highlight of the trip—an exclusive session at the indoor hot spring that Veritas had, unsurprisingly, pre-booked well in advance. The thought of sinking into the warm, sparkling waters after a long journey made you feel a little more relaxed already. As you adjusted the band of your swim trunks, you couldn’t help but notice Veritas’ smug smile, clearly proud of his meticulous planning.

As you stepped into the indoor hot spring area, the atmosphere immediately shifted to one of relaxation. The air was warm and thick with a gentle mist, carrying the soothing scent of eucalyptus and jasmine. The space was softly lit by lanterns with intricate designs, their golden glow reflecting off the rippling water below. The hot spring itself was a stunning centerpiece, its natural stone edges blending seamlessly with the room’s tranquil aesthetic. The water shimmered with a faint blue-green hue, its surface occasionally disturbed by the gentle flow from a carved stone spout. Surrounding the spring were polished wooden benches and plush white towels neatly folded, ready for use. You spotted a wooden tray with a different array of soaps placed on the stone, presumably for the people that enjoy bathing in the springs. The walls were adorned with elegant scrolls depicting scenes of the Luofu’s rich history. Overhead, bamboo slats covered the ceiling, allowing air to easily pass through the porous wood.

It was quiet, save for the soft trickle of water and the occasional hum of wind from vents designed to maintain the perfect balance of warmth and freshness. Veritas practically lit up as he stepped into the steamy room, his usual calm demeanor giving way to excitement. His sharp features, usually composed in a stoic expression, softened as his gaze darted to the shimmering surface of the hot spring. A smile spread across his face as his eyes met yours.

He shrugged off the towel draped over his shoulders, revealing the drool-worthy cords of muscle, well-defined shoulders flexing at the action. His movements were quick but unhurried, like someone who had been waiting for this moment and couldn’t hide his eagerness any longer.

He shot you a glance over his shoulder and without waiting for an answer, he stepped into the steaming water, his breath hitching slightly as the heat lapped at his skin. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he sank deeper and deeper until the water skimmed across the solid expanse of the middle of his torso, resting his back against the smooth stones of the spring.

“This,” he declared, his smile widening as he tilted his head back to enjoy the warmth, the tips of his violet curls getting soaked in the process, “was definitely worth the trip.” There was something infectious about his excitement—it was rare to see him so unguarded, and you couldn’t help but smile as he gestured for you to join him, splashing the water lightly in your direction.

You stepped cautiously to the edge of the hot spring making sure you didn't accidentally slip and make a fool of yourself, the warm mist curled around your skin as you adjusted your trunks one final time. The heat of the water brushed against your toes as you dipped them in, drawing a soft inhale from you. Slowly, you eased yourself into the spring, the silky warmth enveloping your body inch by inch.

As you sank into the water, your muscles immediately began to relax, the tension from the journey (and the ridiculous tutoring you had) melting away. You let out a quiet sigh of contentment, leaning back against the stone edge and letting the soothing heat seep into your skin. It was only then that you noticed Veritas’ gaze.

He was watching you intently, dark copper eyes trailing over your form as the water lapped gently around you. His expression was subtle but unmistakable—his lips curved in a small, appreciative smile, and there was a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes.

“Enjoying the view?” you teased, arching an eyebrow at him.

His eyes met yours, as if he were a deer caught in headlights, his ears turning a light shade of pink as he looked away.

“Always,” he replied, his voice low and smooth.

“But don’t let me distract you from relaxing... you’ve earned it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, he wasn’t looking at you but you knew he could feel it.

“Oh, you bet I have.”

Casual conversation continued, drifting from shared jokes about the eccentricities of your trip to softer, more personal topics. Veritas’ voice was calm and steady, yet it carried a subtle warmth that made every word feel closer, more intimate. You found yourself mirroring his energy, your responses playful but tinged with sincerity.

With each passing minute, the distance between you seemed to vanish without either of you truly noticing—or maybe, neither of you wanted to admit you had. After a playful round of splashing water back and forth, the mood shifted. In a sudden, fluid motion, you found yourself in his lap with his palms holding your waist in a possessive grip.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze intense, the flicker of a teasing smile playing on his lips.

“Very,” you replied with a smile of your own, feeling emboldened. “Why? Are you nervous?”

His laugh was soft, almost too casual. “Not at all. Just making sure you’re not planning any sneak attacks.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, but you couldn’t help the way your smile lingered. At one point, you tilted your head back to laugh at something he said and he grabbed it as an opportunity to lay a kiss on the column of your throat.

“You know,” You began, flashing Veritas a charming smirk as an idea formed in your brain. Under the water, you placed your hands atop the ones already resting at your waist, pushing them lower and lower to the band of your swim trunks. Veritas’ eyes widened slightly in response as his eyes darted down to the water and back up to your eyes. His thumb twitched against your side, as if he was almost itching to peel off your clothes.

“You said that I should be grateful for this trip, right?” His eyes narrowed at your question, softly applying more pressure onto your hips as you shuddered.

“Not today,” Before you could blink, your body was met with the cold yet smooth surface of the stone behind you, Veritas had turned the two of you around and lifted you onto the rock so that only your calves stayed inside the water. The water sloshed around your heated bodies at the sudden motion, splashing your knees and his torso.

“Veritas!” Your reaction was instant, hands frantically gripping strong shoulders with goosebump-ridden arms. The man in question simply pushed the band lower and teasingly rubbed circles on the newly exposed wet skin as he observed your reactions.

“This trip is about you,” Veritas spoke in a hushed tone as he tugged lightly. Your ears burned in embarrassment as your swimsuit clung to your wet body. From this angle, you had to look down slightly to look into Veritas’ eyes, his face dusted with shades of red and you weren’t able to tell if he was blushing or if it was the heat from the hot spring. Another tug at your shorts had you snapping your legs shut in even more embarrassment.

“Veritas! Over here? Are you out of your mind?” Your voice is hushed as you frantically look around as if people were inside your very private room.

“Yes and no,” Another tug at your shorts, “May I?”

Well, to be fair you had the room booked for another hour or so if you remember correctly. The door was also locked because you were the last one to enter and you didn’t want someone accidentally walking in while you were half naked and with your boyfriend. After weighing your options, you nodded your head shyly as you caved in to his request. “You are so lucky I love you.”

Veritas only smiled at you, finally tugging your shorts down to the middle of your thighs and slowly off the length of your legs, throwing it off to the side on the rocks as he knocked your knees apart with a firm, warm hand. He was in-between your legs before you could react, kissing you like a starved man. His left hand curled around the back of your waist as the right cupped your cheek to angle you downwards.

You gasped as his tongue swiped across the seam of your lips, the hand cupping your cheek slowly travelling down your torso. He stopped as his palm made contact with your pert nipple, giving a gentle squeeze and a swipe over it with his thumb and then moving lower until he reached your cock. You shook as you felt thick fingers wrap around you, giving slow purposeful strokes. You moaned softly at the sensation and Veritas took the opportunity to kiss you even more deeply.

Fuck.

All at once, his lips and his hand left you. A whine built at the back of your throat at the sudden loss of heat as you glared at Veritas.

“Oh, don’t give me that look.”

The doctor was back before you could voice your complaints, bending lower and hoisting your legs onto his corded shoulders. Veritas got to work immediately, like he had been waiting for an opportunity to present itself. His hands curled around your thighs, keeping you spread open for him. He licked a long stripe upwards, dipping his tongue lightly inside the hole of your tip before bringing it back down to the base. Loud sounds of slurping filled the steam-filled room as your boyfriend took the head of your cock in his mouth. A loud moan was ripped from your throat as Veritas took you deeper into his mouth and sucked gently. You grasped his hair at that, pushing his sweaty bangs back as the two of you made eye contact, you smirked, whispering as you spoke, “So, this is how you get the great Veritas, hah, Ratio to shut up, huh?”

Veritas took his mouth off you with a loud pop, licking his lips like he had a delectable meal as he challenged you right back, “Only for you.”

You could only gasp in surprise as he went right back to blowing you, some strands from his slicked back hair falling in front of his face as he pulled back again to lay a kiss on the tip, flicking the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. Your orgasm was quick in approaching, you held onto his hair as you pushed his face down.

“Veritas— I’m co—”

Your head fell back as you orgasmed, the prickling sensations rushing through your body as sweat rolled down your chest and forehead. The stones were cold, the water was hot and the room was heated which you realised, made for a wonderful sensory overload combined with Veritas’ ministrations. You rode out your orgasm as you held Veritas in position, fucking his face while tugging at purple strands as he swallowed everything you released.

Veritas finally let up when you released the grip on his hair, coming up from in-between your legs to gather some of the escaped cum on his fingers, swiping it over his tongue as he swallowed all while making eye contact with you.

You were the first to speak, staring at his disheveled appearance as you spoke, “Holy shit.”

Veritas narrowed his eyes at you as he frowned. “Language.”

“Oh, don’t give me that after what you just did!”

Veritas moved his leg uncomfortably at that and you glanced down to note his half-hard dick in his trunks. Your gaze moved upwards as you caught your boyfriend blushing again. “Need help with that?” Your voice was a low, sultry purr as you moved to stand up but Veritas’ hands were on you in an instant, pushing you to sit back down.

“Not today. Let me take care of you.” Veritas sounded almost exasperated at your insistence so far.

“You already have! I doubt I can go again, Let me—”

“No. It’ll go away naturally. I want us to relax and enjoy this.” Veritas frowned at you this time and you knew you had lost. There was nothing harder than trying to talk to a stubborn scholar. Especially if it's your stubborn scholar.

“Fine, If you insist.”

Veritas chuckled softly at your reaction, turning to retrieve the herbal, non-toxic soaps neatly arranged on a wooden tray at the edge of the hot spring. With an easy grace, he returned, his movements steady and sure. Without a word, he leaned down and effortlessly scooped you up from where you were sitting on the rocks, cradling you as if you weighed nothing. His touch was firm but gentle as he carried you back into the warm embrace of the water, his lips curving into a soft smile as he watched you get settled back you down. You sighed as your cold body heated up once more, the now stiff muscles of your lower back unwinding and relaxing.

Veritas used the small pail left by the staff to take some water from the spring and gently rinse your hair. Then, he carefully poured a small amount of shampoo into his palm, the subtle aroma of lavender and eucalyptus filling the air as the steam enhanced the soothing scent. His fingers worked the shampoo into a rich lather, and he gestured for you to tilt your head back slightly. You complied, closing your eyes as the warm water swirled around you both.

His hands moved with a surprising tenderness, running through your hair in deliberate, gentle strokes. His fingertips brushed against your scalp with just the right amount of pressure, sending a wave of relaxation through your body. He took his time, working the shampoo into every strand, his touch both meticulous and unhurried.

“Looks like the hair oil I gave you has been working.” he murmured, his voice low and teasing and you could hear the faintest smile in his voice, even without opening your eyes.

“Only because someone insists on a strict self-care regime,” you replied with a quiet laugh, though you couldn’t deny how soothing his touch felt.

As he moved to massage your scalp, his thumbs pressed lightly against the base of your head, kneading away the tension you hadn’t even realized was there. His fingers traced slow, circular motions, and you couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh, the combination of the warm water and his careful attention melting away any lingering stress.

The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on either of you. His actions felt deliberate, as if he was pouring an unspoken affection into every gentle stroke and touch. When he finally rinsed your hair, cupping the water with his hands to ensure it didn’t get into your eyes, you opened them briefly to catch his expression.

His gaze was focused, softened by something unspoken, and when he caught you looking, he smiled. “Relax,” he said quietly, his voice carrying both a command and a reassurance. And after a long, long time, you let yourself do just that.

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Non Believer

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Nightcall Part 2)

PG-13 longing, jealousy, possessiveness, near death, self sacrifice, fear, hurt/comfort, feelings coming to a head, heavy petting, urgency, slow burn nonsense ayo

Traveling into the Shadowlands, Gale can't help but be drawn nearer to his golden muse. When things get dire during battle, she must make a revealing decision to save him...

Masterlist, Part 1

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"I, um, once read a book that explained in some detail the effects a brush with danger has one's desire for... other forms of stimulation."

She looked at him bewildered.

"Have you ever read anything on that subject?"

She smiled at him in that serene way, tilting her head slightly.

"What are you saying exactly?"

He knew that he was rambling but couldn't stop the passion that flowed sieve from him.

She had to know how ethereal she was. How much she meant to him.

"Only that I find you quite irresistible. Even illuminated by such rotten light this place produces."

He could feel himself getting to be too much. Course correcting slightly.

"Perhaps it's just the thrill of our undead experience talking, but standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair... it only makes me want you more."

Her wide eyes strummed his heart with equal parts longing and fear. An elegant hand coming up to shield over her heart.

Something he had caught her doing a lot. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he was searching for every opportunity to incite it from her.

Sighing, he relented again.

"Unfortunately, this is neither the time nor the place to indulge such feelings. So... we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside."

"For now." He added with a smile.

She bit her lip in a small smile, and it made his heart soar. He had rarely seen her flustered, let alone coy.

Always a pillar of grace, the perfect leader. There with a soft hand and endless patience, always making time.

It was nearly involuntary to be drawn to her if any of their companions wanting glances were any indication. He tried not to bristle at them as he understood implicitly.

The worst offender being Astarion, naturally. Hovering around her and licking her skin with teasing fingers. That did make his blood boil.

But she was nothing if not brilliant, seeing through him almost immediately. Effortlessly dodging and brushing away gently. Since that one shared night more than happy to assist in his bloodcall, but no further.

Gale felt a petty thrill when she would gracefully dance out of his reach, seeing the frustrated heat rise to his ears.

That's right, you don't get to have her.

But that was the greatest challenge he had faced with her so far. She was a master of deflection. Able to counter and twist so effortlessly most didn't even realize it was happening.

His best weapon was turning out to be raw honesty.

There had to be a deep well she was keeping from them. From him.

He was determined to dip his fingers in it.

"Gale's down!" Karlach shouted, bringing her greataxe down in a leaping strike.

He coughed, eyes rolling. Chest shallowly rising.

Aurum rushed to him across the battlefield, a running river of grace. Sliding and ducking under blows and reaching branches.

He watched her, smiling. Even near death she enthralled him.

Falling to knees next to his crumpled body, far back from the others. She played a low mournful note on her violin, lighting him up with just enough healing magic to bring him back from the edge.

But now they had a larger problem.

Their companions with torches were far ahead and quite busy. The darkness was starting to descend.

"Go. You're needed." He urged.

Her eyes were uncharacteristically uncertain, darting in an internal fight. Mouth a thin line.

"Aurum, you have to-"

He was cut off by her untying the front of her armor in harsh pulls.

Light.

There was light.

In silent gaping rapture he watched.

Her head fell back in relief, pulling her armor open. An endless chasm of light pouring out, pushing out through her ribs.

Surely he was dying. This had to be a hallucination.

It spread out through her limbs, reaching the tips of her fingers. Her golden hair rising like water. The air around her wavering.

Her mouth opened and let out a high scream of release. Several voices layering on top of each other, singing and shrieking in harmony. The sound of church bells rising. An earth shaking cry of many screaming songs.

It was blinding, but he couldn't look away.

He caught sight of their companions then, their mouths gaping in shock as his must be.

When the last of the brutish creatures were slain and torches rushed back to their side, she gripped at her chest. Pulling limbs into herself. A coiled ball of restraining energy.

The light began to retreat, her body dimming.

They all stood on shock, giving her a wide berth.

She breathed slow, both hands pressing hard into her chest. A faint glow still there.

"It's not... it won't go." Her voice was cracking, a vein of despair threading through her words.

He rose shakily to elbows, eyeline with her.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay."

She looked at him and, for the first time, seemed so lost.

He rested a hand over hers, still gripping into her chest. Pulled them away gently, letting the light out.

At camp it was naturally all anyone could talk about. Karlach giving a rousing and accurate recreation for those who had stayed behind. All eyes spellbound by her performance, darting to Aurum occasionally.

She sat with him, hand still coming up on instinct to shield over the light in her chest when the others would peer at her.

For once, words came difficult to him.

What could he even say?

She threaded her free hand into his subtly.

"Can we go to your tent?" She hushed, head down.

"Of course, here." He lifted under her arm, leading her up.

All eyes were on them as they walked, and he shot an incensed dissaproving look over his shoulder at their gawking.

Some of them had the decency to look ashamed.

He ducked them inside, pulling the flap closed with a mage hand.

He twisted his fingers and lit up the space. Constellations arched across the roof, small dancing lights bobbed around them. A cast of silence over it all.

"Finally, privacy." He sighed.

She sank onto a cushion, looking down at her chest. Holding her hand out, the light catching in her palm.

It was quiet, but he didn't mind, sitting down. More than willing to wait for her.

Her fingers moved slowly, the light dancing between them.

"I tried so hard." She whispered.

"I guess it was a fools errand. I can't fight what they made me. I cannot be more."

She looked up at him then.

"I owe you the truth."

"You owe me nothing, and I am more than willing to take less than what you have already given."

Her mouth formed that thin line again. Taking his hand.

Uncertain but determined, she brought it up to her chest. Pressing his palm hard into the light.

A holy fervor overcame him, burning a righteous spear through his soul. Like a thousand battle cries, he would rally her troops to the end of the earth.

She released, and he let out the air he had been holding. The thrall broken. Looking at her, then the light.

"Can you hold me again?" She whispered, tears dancing at the edge of her eyes.

He gathered her into his arms, threading his hand gently into her hair. Pulling her as close as she could get without being inside him.

She gripped into his back, head tucked into his chest. Softly crying.

He held her steady, his own tears threatening.

When she finally pulled back, he pressed his forehead to hers.

"You can call for me, no matter the circumstance. I will hear you and come to your side." He hushed, pressing her hand to his heart now.

She leaned up and kissed him in a soft whimper.

He melded into her, cupping her cheek. His heart soaring. Feeling in a dream again.

She pushed into his lap, legs straddling around his, hand pushing into his hair. Need pulsing from her mouth.

He wondered if this was wise in her condition. His as well. But his head was full of little but liquid desire.

His hands ran up the outside of her thighs, groaning. Her heat making him dizzy, mouths pleading silently.

She gripped his shirt, hips starting to roll.

His closed eyes were accosted by a pulse of light. Opening them, he saw her chest radiating out.

He knew he shouldn't be, but he was spellbound by it. Resisting reaching out for it again.

Only when the high singing started on the edges of her head did she pull away.

"I'm sorry." She gasped. Closing eyes again in concentration, reigning in.

"No need for apologies. I shouldn't have tempted fate, you're just so... I want anything you can give me."

She smiled at him from under her lashes.

"I just need time, I can control it again I promise."

"Is there anything I can do?"

She seemed to consider that. "I actually don't know. Maybe?"

A deep passion rippled in his chest. This was everything he was good at. Research, answers. Doggedly pursuing until a solution presented itself.

Already he was mentally flipping through all the tomes he had read.

But there was one piece he was missing.

"Do you know what causes this condition?"

She stiffened again.

"If it's too personal I won't-"

"It's my blood. Its... it's in the marrow of my bones."

That narrowed things down significantly for him.

"I'm going to dedicate all of my free time to this. You have given me another purpose, thank you."

She pressed her forehead to his.

He sighed, eyes closing.

"I'll see you in the morning, lovely." She hushed.

She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and rose to feet, endless grace.

As soon as she was gone he buried his face in a pillow. Flopping face first, completely flat against the sheets.

He had a lot of work to do, but it would have to wait.

Hard to do research with jellied limbs, afterall.

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Part 3