#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.

[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-

[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."

~

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⠀⠀⠀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!!

[iwoszareba]

9 Ship Songs

thank you for the tag @dujour13 !!

i'm bad at playlists because i am picky about the lyrics and i don't naturally listen to a lot of new music but here we go

I have two Aqil/Sosiel songs and they are so sweet and full of love, this is what they deserve and you all know that

The National Parks - You Are Gold

'Cause you are gold You are all I see You are aurum scarce and meant for kings And I will wait If it's time you need What I see in you I hope you find in me 'Cause you are gold

The Mountain Goats (but I prefer Eliza Rickman version fot them) – Riches and Wonders

We are filled with riches and wonders Our love keeps the things it finds And we dance like drunken sailors Lost at sea, out of our minds You felt shelter somewhere in me I find great comfort in you And I keep you safe from harm You hold me in your arms And I want to go home But I am home

recently i completed a Knave/Socothbenoth playlist, i don't talk nor think about them a lot because they are genuinely awful. i mean just look at the themes i was aiming for when looking for these songs: obsession with a level of self awareness, willing but not healthy masochism, manipulation and general misery. so yeah!

Nico Collins - Hate me

Damn you always get your way Guess it's written in your nature You know everything to say Just as long as I'm in danger But I like when you take me under It feels so good when I suffer It's so insane the things we do In the name of love

AlicebanD – Catharsis

I can't stop thinking about you And if you're stripping me down to My brittle bones and crumbled joints These open wounds just need some salt Oh, it would be better if you left If I can't see you, I can't step Into the light you've cast about you I can't have you, but I want you

Sodikken - Misery Meat

As you open up my ribs, the blood flows out like a river You strip my bones away as you indulge in my liver And the more that I am in pain The more that you'll gain And to me, that seems like a pretty fair trade

Kabaret Sybarit - Animal

I take her day and night and tell her lies Like "We could see the world," "We'll grow old together" All that crap Yes, "I love you" And "Oh, baby you're the one, you'll be mine forever" Oh, whatever works This one is true

Lindsay Mendez – Circus

Surely you could understand Haven't you been in love on the edge Where there's no turning back? Just the thought of it can take you to some new dimension So you do what you can just to get his attention It drives you to boil, right up 'til you spill It could drive you to bliss It could drive you to kill

The Taxpayers - I Love You Like An Alcoholic

One last kiss, I love you like a broken pot One last kiss, I love you like a pack of dogs One last kiss I need you like I need a gaping head wound One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic One last kiss, I love you like a négligée One last kiss I need you like I need a broken leg

The Cardigans - Step on me

Do what you want to, do what you want to Be what you want to, be what you want to Go on and step on me You're free to have everything you can see All that you want from me Free to be all that you want to be Do what you want with me

[azuresage]

The Aurum Flow

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.

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

[runner-owen]

6: What is one clothing item your character couldn’t live without? For the main 3.

And with Owen, not his glasses, obviously!

Oh, I wouldn't choose glasses for this anyway! For Owen without a doubt it's his red waistcoat that marks him as a member of the Runners' Society. It's his point of pride and he wears it as often as he can - especially because of the faint magical protections woven into it.

For Prince Aurum, I want to say his gloves. It's a barrier against the world, and emphasizes skin to skin contact when he chooses to make it. You will find he never wears his gloves when alone with his family.

As for the Scarred Man... Is it cliche for me to say his cloak? :p he does love his flowing cloaks and capes and priestly garb, but I think clothing is of merely passing importance to him. He dresses to either blend in or intimate humans and vampires alike, and he has no special attachment to anything he wears

Thank you for the question!

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Dream Girl Evil

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Child Of Dawn series, Part 3)

PG-13 jealousy, possessiveness, love triangle dynamics, angst, betrayal, sensuality

Gale is determined to help Aurum with her condition, but between his own ambition and a circling vampire will he be able to stay in the light...

Masterlist, Prev Chapter

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Rising early had come habit to him now. He honestly looked forward to it.

There was a peace in the world when it was still shrouded in blue. The sun just starting its travels, the air still a little crisp.

And, of course, her.

He stretched his arms above his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Gathering his books.

Usually he could hear her humming and searched for the sound. But another voice rose outside his tent.

"You know, I'm quite sorry I missed your little reveal, darling."

Gale froze.

Opening the flap of his tent, he saw the pale elf sitting on a log facing her as she hung laundry. Leaned back on one arm, his ankles crossed just so. Head cocked.

She paid him little mind, hanging and smoothing with sure fingers. Hair twisted up in a clip, robe flowing around her as she moved. Light revealing from under her sternum as the fabric shifted.

"From what Karlach so graciously pantomimed it seemed to have been quite the sight."

"Well, I'm sure we'll all watch me unravel in due time." Her tone was impartial.

He stood, circling around to her front. Twisting a loose lock of her hair over her shoulder. Eyes on the radiance in her chest. Entranced.

Gale's own chest tightened. Of course. A man starved of sun for two hundred years would be drawn to this. A private sunlight poured from her endless.

"Does it hurt?" Astarion's voice was soft then, looking up at her eyes.

She seemed to pause, considering him.

"It hurts worse to keep it in."

His fingers reached out.

"May I?"

Gale dropped his books on the low table.

Their eyes darted to him.

Astarion's hand paused it's journey but didn't retreat. Glaring cold daggers into him over her shoulder.

"Sorry, I woke up a little late. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

She smiled at him, her eyes open and trusting.

Astarion noticed. The change in her demeanor making his jaw tighten.

"No, you're right on time." Her voice was wind chimes again. Gale tried to keep the pleased smug out of his face.

She stepped back from his fingers graciously, giving his hand a quick reassuring squeeze.

"I will do my best to keep my troubles out of the way. We'll find answers for your scars soon, I promise."

Astarion's eyes went round, lips falling slightly open.

"That's not-"

He shook his head slightly, smoothing back over into that preening smile.

"Of course. Thank you, you sweet thing."

"Well, I best be back to my mending. Missing what is sure to be very stimulating conversation." He clasped hands behind his back. Turning on his heel, but not before giving her a smile, his eyes briefly lingering on her glow in a hint of longing.

Gale watched him go, making sure he actually left and hadn't dipped into shadows.

Aurum was already back to the laundry, unbothered.

"Are you okay?" Gale hushed.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." She laughed.

Looking down at her chest, she pulled the robe apart. Her bright sternum revealed with a sigh.

"It's not the first time I've been propositioned for this." She gestured at the light. "Something about conquering the holy girl really gets people going."

He stood and put a gentle hand against it. The heat of her skin and the contained radiance warming his palm through to the wrist.

"It hurts you?"

She held her hand over his. Smiling up at him.

"Doesn't yours?"

He laughed then. "You've got me there."

She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and every fiber of his being resisted kissing her.

"You have something to show me?"

"Ah, yes!" He pulled back, gathering the tomes.

"I've found several promising texts. Those on restraining magic and blood dilution. Would pact breaking be relevant?"

She laughed coldly. "No. He doesn't release anyone."

Her eyes widened, seeming to have said too much. Mouth forming that thin line.

"Aurum, you can tell me." He pulled her hand down to him. "Your secrets are always safe here, and more information will be tantamount to our success."

She played with his fingers absent-mindedly for a moment, seeming to fight with herself.

Relented with a sigh.

"My full name is Aurum Hathala Orndeir."

Information shot across his skull, rocking him back.

"You're a descendant of a Sunlord? The Sunlord?"

This changed everything.

He got up and started to pace.

"The power in your chest. What magic does it hail from?" He was nearly bubbling over with excitement.

The untapped power at her fingertips, if he was right in his assumption it would be world changing.

She seemed apprehensive for a moment, looking at the fervor in his eyes.

"I think this is a bad idea." She rose to feet.

"No, wait."

Between his arcane power of Mystra and her divine light of Amaunator. The undivided face of Lathander. The Yellow God. They would be unstoppable.

"I cannot take part in your ambition, I'm sorry. You don't understand what is inside me."

"Then tell me so I can."

"No. I'm sorry, Gale. I've said too much."

She gathered the folded sheets in her arms and walked away. Robe of gold and crimson trailing behind her.

Only then did he see the subtle markings along the hem. Embellished round suns, the sigil with her the whole time.

All breath stolen from his chest he watched her leave.

Walking past Astarion's tent, he took up pace with her easily. Walking on his heels, leaning towards her to whisper something.

-

She should have known better.

Of course he just wanted her like the others did.

Either a power to be tapped or an idol to be worshipped. Often a combination of the two.

How silly, to think that this would be different.

Leaning her head back, she allowed Astarion's venom to soothe through her. Giving in to the numbing pleasure.

He felt it, pausing against her throat for a moment. Then leaned further in. Drinking more earnestly.

At least his intentions for her were clear. She knew where she stood here.

Reaching up she cupped around the back of his head, sighing. Pulling him into her sieve throat.

His hands pushed to the outside of her thighs, both sat against his tent floor.

A growl reverberating through his throat, he pushed his hips into her lower back.

Her chest pulsed and his eyes darted down to it. Pulling the front of her blouse down in his fist.

Her breasts pressed against the taut fabric, she started to feel it again. That rising sun.

Well, he said he wanted a show.

She released one of the fingers holding in her chest.

The light burned out through her limbs, lifting the hair along both of their bodies. The beginnings of a crackling in the air.

She knew the moment it reached her throat cause he gripped on tight. Fingers digging lifeline in her sides.

Her holy blood pushed through both of them and she knew it wouldn't be without consequence. Giving her blood, in its full rapture, to the undead. Her father would punish her severely.

But for now, the light fractured river through both of them. Pulsing with her heart.

She felt his beat against her back twice before he pulled away.

Falling back, he gripped at his chest. Eyes frantic for a moment.

"Did... did you just restart my heart?" He looked up at her in shock and a hint of fear.

"Don't get your hopes up. I would've incinerated you before I revived you."

"What are you?" He sat up, staring at her reverently.

There it is. What. Not whom.

She'd already lost hope, it didn't matter if they knew anymore.

"I am the Eternal Sun. I am Amauntor's Chosen."

~

Part 4

[sugarrspice]

Fluff with Marvin and Henrik please :)) Maybe the both of them bickering about something while their friends are like 'look at this two disasters'. Something something bickering maeried husbands vibes.

((Ah, right in the weak spot. I have no idea what their ship name is, unfortunately, so if anybody fills me in, I'm happy to change it.

Update: I do apologize for the delay! This piece has been fighting me, but here's to the third try.))

"-I'm telling you, I don't care how fucking esoteric your work is, physics and chemistry will still work the same and your grounding line will fucking dissolve in contact with water if it's godsdamned salt-"

"-oh, bite me, Henrik-"

"-you're just irritated I found a flaw with your damn circles, again-"

Chase exchanges a long-suffering look with Oracle, the other villain sighing as he holsters his blade. Hands freed, Oracle signs, wearily, "They are like this every time I come by to pick up Aurum once he's been healed."

Chase blinks, and slews around to stare at the scene before him, again. Yep. Okay. Aurum is definitely looking rough- their usual, flowing shirt is looking all sorts of torn up, and there's dried blood all up and down their arm. They're holding it in a way that indicates it's been pretty recently broken- and then set. He looks back to Oracle, baffled.

"And they just-"

"They argue like this every time," Oracle signs again, movements heavy-handed with exasperation even if Chase can't read his face. When he looks back, Aurum's leant into Henrik's face, and the heat in their eyes can only be described as-

Well.

It's not like Henrik's not reciprocating. If Henrik weren't fucking interested, Chase reflects ruefully, he would've booted Aurum out ages ago. Oh, gods. Is his roommate flirting with a fucking supervillain?

Faintly, he whispers to Oracle, "please tell me this doesn't look like literal fucking Aurum is flirting back with the only vaguely neutral medic for capes."

He only just holds back from slipping up, calling Henrik our only medic. He doesn't need every fucking villain knowing his identity out of costume. Oracle, unfortunately, only shrugs a shoulder deeply, pale eyes flicking back to the scene.

"You'd think Aurum would find an easier way to try to attract his attention," he signs, and Chase sighs.

"This is Aurum. He thrives off of the drama."

Oracle gives him a wry, wry look. "You'd know that well, I suppose."

Chase tries to parse that, figure if it's a threat. He's not exactly a small-name reporter, not anymore. He's pretty much guaranteed as the front-liner whenever he writes up a cape. But Oracle's signs are steady; his stance doesn't seem particularly much of a warning. Oracle's reserved, sure, for a villain, but even he should have tells.

In the end, he only shoots Oracle his usual easy grin, and leans against the wall, keeping all three of them in his sightline. "Unfortunately- or fortunately, depending on who you ask. His columns have always sold the best."

"Even next to Livewire, or Hyperion," Oracle notes, and somehow his signs seem dry.

Chase grimaces. "Big names are big names. But they're getting there- don't tell them I said that."

Oracle laughs; at least, Chase assumes he does, and glances back at the pair.

Aurum has gotten to their feet sometime in the last five minutes. They have not, however, moved out of Henrik's face- and Henrik has his arms folded, glaring them down just as spiritedly.

"It's a wonder more of your circles haven't sent you to my doors if they're all cast this shoddily," he says, voice sharp, and Aurum sighs, loud and gusty.

"Oh, yes, let's tell the expert how they should cast their circles. Would you like to inspect them for me, perhaps? Grade them?"

"If it's an open invitation, I can't leave you to flounder," Henrik snaps back, and then- pauses. Aurum visibly pauses, too, and Chase considers how much of the last half hour he can erase if he slams his head into the wall behind him. Oracle is pinching the bridge of his nose.

Aurum's lips curl into a smirk, then, and Chase idly notes the pointed tips of his teeth. Huh. Not joking, then, about the canines.

"I can make it one." His voice is a downright purr, and Chase knows he's not imagining the way Henrik just barely clamps down on a visible start. The man's hands are white-knuckled, for the gods' sakes.

Henrik, to Chase's never-ending exhaustion, doesn't do something as reasonable as firmly deny inviting a supervillain over to pick him up, and instead snorts.

"Don't bother with nights. I work night shift. Come on a weekend, and hope your idiot compadres don't need to slam down my door for the day."

Chase clears his throat, and suggests, half jokingly, "I can put up a column asking for a replacement," and the two whip around to face their audience; oh, gods, they didn't even know they had company. This is nauseating.

Aurum recovers first, and shoots Chase a blinding smirk. "No need. I'll make sure they give us the day off."

Right. Supervillains. Top cut, in fact. Chase doesn't sigh again.

Henrik shakes his head, eventually, and steps away from Aurum. Oracle exchanges a look with him, and Chase tries not to sigh at the obvious reluctance.

"Ready to go, Hen?"

"When you are," he starts, and then arches an eyebrow at Aurum. "Unless you have anything else I haven't looked at."

"You've looked me over quite thoroughly," Aurum hums, and... not the fucking flirting again. Henrik doesn't blush- has told this many times to Chase, but he looks like he would be flushing if he could.

Oracle clicks his heel against the floor, signs light with clear amusement. "Then we shall take our leave. A pleasure, Chase. A pleasure, Henrik."

Henrik nods to him, though it's somewhat distracted. Chase exerts great patience and does not shake him by the shoulders.

Aurum grins again, lazy and assured, and pecks Henrik on the cheek before sweeping past.

"Bring your best, Henrik. I look forward to it~"

Chase's going to need to put up a new fucking roommate listing.

[skysbreath]

longer look - ᚠ

in the runic poems;

old norwegian

fé vældr frænda róge; føðesk ulfr í skóge. 

‘wealth is a source of discord amongst kin; the wolf lives in the forest.’

old icelandic

fé er frænda róg ok flæðar viti ok grafseiðs gata aurum fylkir.

‘wealth is a source of discord amongst kin and fire of the sea and path of the serpent.’

old english

feoh byþ frofur fira gehƿylcum; sceal ðeah manna gehƿylc miclun hyt dælan gif he ƿile for drihtne domes hleotan.

‘wealth is a comfort to all; yet must everyone bestow it freely, if they wish to gain honor in the sight of the lord.’

in divinatory practice;

fehu is the first letter in the elder futhark alphabet. it begins the first aett, ruled by freyr and freyja and concerning things in the mortal realm. in reconstructed proto-germanic, it means wealth in the form of livestock, most likely cattle or sheep. these assets would have been mobile, exchangeable, and renewable, making them a vital aspect of any household’s net worth. thus, fehu is commonly associated with prosperity, sustenance, and good fortune. depending on the diviner’s intent, drawing an upright fehu could foretell stable cash flow, a promising state of health, or the just rewards of shrewd investment, whether physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual. 

drawn in reverse, fehu serves as a warning of some impending loss of whatever the diviner has been working to obtain. this loss may come in the form of a folly of overconfidence, an unavoidable freak accident, or a betrayal by close friends and family, as in the ancient runic poems. it may, too, be in connection with corruption or greed on the part of the diviner themself. in this context, fehu’s advice is to maintain wise priorities and an objective view. thus, when the setback strikes, the diviner will know whether the situation calls for conserving or distributing their hard-earned wealth.

[caxycreations]

How would the cast offer support, encouragement, or affirmation?

Ryder: [Recites John Silver's entire "Ye got the makin's'a greatness in ya!" speech to Jim from Treasure Planet, word for word, in his own voice with his own flair]

David: "Well...Malor might leave us surprises, but he doesn't really make mistakes, you know? And, and sometimes...Sometimes those surprises are bad, and sometimes they're good...I think you're one of the best surprises he's ever given the world."

Davina: "Look, I'm nothing special and I took a losing hand and turned it into five aces. You're way smarter, and way stronger than I am. You can do anything you put your mind to, kiddo. Just trust the process, yeah?"

Trace: "You're free as the breeze, bud. Don't let a little rough weather ruin your flow. All you gotta do is plant your feet, face the squall, and show it who's really stronger."

Luka: "I will not pretend to know what you are going through, but you are ertoliat. 'Stardust', yes? And that means you are as wonderful as the night sky, and no less grand. You have all you need, simply enjoy what you are and have faith the rest will follow."

Olivia: "I spend every day teaching children. Young boys and girls who have decades upon decades ahead of them, some even have centuries ahead of them. But not one has the amount of potential I see in you. So, for me, and more importantly, for you, don't belittle the beauty of you, okay sweetie?"

Devon: "Ya ain't worthless. I seen worthless, I see it day in an out, an I make damn sure t'get rid'a the worthless trash I see. Fuck, I ain't worth a damn m'self. But you? Ya ain't nothin' less than the best damn one'a the bunch. An' I'll gut anyone that makes ya feel like ya ain't, we clear?"

Alaric: "I assure you, whatever you wish to be, whoever you wish to become, you'll find nothing less than success. This much is certain, my friend."

Jane: "I've seen my share of wild dreams and unachievable goals. Not one of yours is either, you are entirely capable of reaching the heights you've set your sights upon."

Aurum: "You're one of the most amazing I've seen. I would consider myself privileged, honored, lucky, to serve under you in any capacity."

Zephyr: [Offers you the only hug he has ever offered another living thing]

Kaleb: "Competence is such a rare trait, best you not tarnish yours with false beliefs of inadequacy."

[talesofealdancynedom]

Tales of Ealden Cynedom 43: The Small Apothecary (2/5)

Tale 43:The Small Apothecary (chapter 2 - A Gold Watch 2/5 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams

Aurum stood on the red lacquer bridge, that crossed one of the many waterfalls of enchanted springs. The bridge was crossed precisely half-way up the Skyward Falls. One could see the withing the soothing, and glittering waters, the vague shimmer of golden scales. The water was bright teal, and was breathed by a serpent cloud dragon. Which is not to be confused with the dragon Aurum came to interrogate. The water fall’s occupant, was a gold luck serpent, that hoarded watches; That ended up collecting at the pool below.

“I have this special alchemized one here!” Aurum gleamed, holding up a high end gold and craft leather watch. He leaned forward, to present the magnificent prize.

“But I found this one. Meaning, it has flowed into my possession. It is meant to be in my clutches.” The dragon retorted, poking its nose from the falls.

“We cannot possess without not-possessing; Thus, that watch is not yours, even if you claim it. What I propose an equivalent exchange: If that specific, gold, minted, Grand West made, watch flowed back into the pocket of its owner, and this practically identical, mage made, dazzling replica flowed into your hoard, wouldthat really change things? To dragons that hoard specific treasures, surely the human assigned meaning of a trinket, is truely proven meaningless. Aren’t all watches equal, if they all fulfill your desires?”

“Perhaps.” The dragon said, stubbornly. There was a silence.

“Oh come on, Goober! I’m trying my best here! Remember what my brother did to you last time?” Aurum huffed, holding out the replica in one hand, and an open receiving palm in the other. He leaned further forward in frustration.

“I’m your witch! Everyone asked for this! Even me! Being a witch is to negotiate between men and magic; I’m not backing down!” Aurum exclaimed. Upon exhaling, he tipped over the rail, and into the steaming pool full of watches. Aurum’s hand remained above the surface, offering the fake watch.

“Oh fine. But if-”

“Thanks Goober! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Aurum gasped, when he surfaced. A large talon handed him the authentic watch, and Aurum waded to the shore. With his cotton wraps drenched, he walked back to the village, while checking the watch for damage.

In the village, Aurum headed to the door of the watch’s owner. They were one of two families to move in that week. As a Witch, a diplomat of magic matters, Aurum took pride in knowing every occupant of the butte. Which included eavesdropping on the man who had radically accepted the loss of his property. Regardless, Aurum wanted to return the watch, and knocked on the door. After a moment the door slid open.

“Oh, you’re that idiot who keeps this legendary oasis.”

“Oh sir, we do not use judgments in this sanctuary.” Aurum said calmly, handing the watch over. He tried to sneak a quick look into the house.

“If you took offence to my adjectives, I fear it is you are the one not practising our philosaphy,” The man smiled. He bowed taking the watch. “Thank you for returning this, but it is but an object to me.” He continued, gently sliding the door closed, with a saticfying woosh and clunk of wood-on-wood; cutting off Aurum. He was working hard on the ways of water, to overcome childhood neglect; But his mind was bruised by those words. Pent-up young rage, clung to his overzelous personality.

“Your clothes.” Aurum’s pony familiar said, nuzzling his master’s side. Aurum looked down to the clear wet cloth of his shirt, and back at the door. His soul nearly left his body.

The reason Aurum wished to peak into that abode, was that the man was the father the most radiant daughter of this paradise. In Aurum’s opinion. Aurum spent the day trying to leave his immodesty before that man it in the past. No judgments. These emotions will pass. He kept repeating.

After burning his soup again, Aurum decided to just buy some. He ended up in his nice sampot, picking up an extra pot of curried noodles. He decided to visit the father’s door again. Unimpressed, the man still exchanged the traditional smile and wave greeting. This greeting was unlike by people from all lands, due to how fake it was.

“I brought noodles for your daughter,” Aurum smiled. “I hear you have brought her here, to support her in her troubles. I wish to do the same. My mother seldom ate, nor cooked for us, when she too was drowning in a tide of woe.”

“Kugu hasn’t left the house since we got here. How do you know of my daughter’s crippling depression?” The man glared.

“Magic?” Aurum shrugged. He put on his charming golden smile again, offering the dinner. Aurum was told his smile could warm the heart of the coldest man. The father scowled, then looked down the hall.

“Kugu, the mage has brought you food as a gesture of love.” He yelled. He waited to the count of fifteen seconds of utter silence. He then stared at Aurum coldly.

“It appears my daughter will not eat now. maybe the other new family may need support?” The father said, sliding the door closed again.

“I will now walk.” Aurum said absently, staring at the spires on the arched eaves. He did a loop of the labyrinth, before settling at a komiho’s feet, to eat his pot of noodles. He used the traditional large chopsticks, and liked that the chief knew he preffered extra chilli, lemongrass, and coconut. Aurum got up, grabbed the reins of his familiar, and continued to walk until he arrived at the door of the new family. He knocked, the door slid open, and a kneeling lady with a little girl looked up at him. She looked worn, cold, and thin. Her layers of cloth hung loose, and her hair uncempt. Aurum held out the food, his face overcast.

“I bought extra food, but I have no one to share it with. I am the local Witch, Aurum Bridlebellen. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. If you see me, never be scared to ask for help.” He said in a meandering voice. The woman tenderly smiled, and took the food; It was still warm.

“Thank you dearly. You are as my children hear.” The woman smiled. Aurum looked into the unfurnished home. Pristine screen walls and matted floors. A single vibrant and gilded scroll hung mid wall.

“Your home is vacant; Where are your loved ones?”

“My boys are at work or school. One bakes, another builds, and last brews.”

“Rice cake, temples, and beer?”

“Better! A potions master who just graduated with so many credits, he can work immediately! He will be here in two seasons, to aid this community with you. Do you wish to stay for tea?” She smiled, gesturing into her home. Aurum tensed at the word Apothacary; A wizard was intended to work with him peacefully. He disliked wizards. But, that woman’s warmth was alluring. Aurum crawled in, and held the child who he couldn’t help but share laughter with.

“You flinched hearing my second youngest was a wizard. Is this because of your Whitestead family, Who left this place nearly as worn as me?” The mother continued, starting to eat. Aurum wilted.

“Yes. Your son might be disappointed. The Tree Fey here have only just recovered from the reaping; They may be shy to share their gifts with him.”

“Surely an acclaimed, love-struck, two-cents, kindly witch, could help with that?” She giggled. Aurum let out a wheeze.

“Thanks for the tea, it’s lovely.” He said, to calm himself.

“Why don’t you take some with you? I have plenty.” She chimed in return. “Nothing says inner peace, like a warm quality drink made with love.”

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[azuresage]

Chapters: 1/42 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Original Characters, Original Legend of Zelda Character(s), Various Legend of Zelda Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Action/Adventure, Blood and Violence, Generational Trauma, Character Death Series: Part 4 of The Aurum Flow Summary:

At one time, there were heroes in Hyleigh. When the Realms were threatened, the Hero of Spirits rose to the challenge and saved the land. Now, two thousand years have passed, and the place he protected stands as a ghost of its former self, hanging on by a thread as a mysterious entity threatens to resurrect the long-sealed Demon King Malladus. Sitri Beldine, descendant of the Hero of Spirits, tries to defend her land by mirroring the path of her ancestor. In the Mystic Realm, the Demon King Mikhaeyla honors her family line and upholds a pact of peace between demons and humans, and she worries for the land her forefathers came from. The Lokomo, too, do everything in their power to manage the Physical Realm and keep it from the hands of monsters. And in the midst of all this, voyagers from a distant sea stumble their way onto Hyleigh’s shores, looking to build a new Hyrule kingdom. When all of these forces come together, it will change Hyleigh’s fate forever. ---

Finally got the start of my new story posted! The previous three I uploaded were already finished, but now this is one I just started. Hope I can pick up some new readers for this and my previous works since they’re all connected...