#when he emphasises the g sound at the end

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there's something so addictive in luca's voice in every single song cover he's released I can't stop thinking about it

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SFW Alphabet for Gaara

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A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Gaara adores his s/o's voice. Especially the way they pronounce his name makes his heart flutter like crazy.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

It's hard to pick a favourite part when his partner is the literal definition of perfection. But if he had to choose, it'd be your hands. He loves the feeling of them intertwining with his and especially the way they caress his face.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Despite still struggling with physical touch due to all the neglect and childhood trauma, Gaara really enjoys being the little spoon. Feeling someone holding him close and protectively makes him feel safe and truly wanted.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Being the Kazekage requires a lot of time and also comes with the cost of losing even the tiniest bit of privacy. However, this doesn't stop him from having weekly date nights with you. Most of the time, you two stay at home and cook together and either watch a movie afterwards or take a stroll through the outskirts of the village to go stargazing.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He's not the best with expressing his emotions and often struggles with them and instead tries to describe how he feels, making it sound surprisingly poetic. But what he lacks in words, he'll make up with sweet, subtle gestures and expressions. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear here, a deep, longing gaze there. Another way for him to express his feelings is by making use of the "flower language" and giving you certain flowers to emphasise these emotions of his.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Gaara doesn't necessarily need to start a family with you. But he wouldn't mind if you want to. Though deep down he's afraid that he might end up like his father, even if it's subconscious. Plus, being the Kazekage means less time for you and your children and leaving you to care for them mostly on your own.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Gaara is very thoughtful with his gifts and will make sure to give you something that's either very useful, or fits your style and taste. He also doesn't shy away from spending a big amount of money on the gifts. After all, you're his beloved, his heart, and you deserve only the best.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Gaara is rather shy when it comes to pda, especially as the Kazekage. However, if he and his darling are by themselves, for example while taking a stroll under the starlit night sky in the desert, he doesn't mind holding his beloved's hand. Just the feel of their fingers laced with one another makes his heart skip a beat.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If it's only a small cut or bruise, he'll be very calm about it and gently tend to your wounds. If it's a stab wound or a deadly injury, he'll try his best to remain calm and stop the bleeding himself while trying to get you help asap. His voice will be a deep, demanding roar tinged with desperation as he calls for a medic. And rest assured, whoever did that to you, will pay greatly for what they have done.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Gaara is very selective when it comes to whom he shares a laugh with. Fortunately, you, as his s/o, happens to be one of the few people he feels comfortable with, though he has a bit of a dry humour, which is definitely not everyone's cup of tea. However, pranks are definitely not something that humour him. Quite the opposite actually. He would never play a prank on his beloved, because that would require him taking advantage of his s/o's fears and vulnerability. And that's definitely something he does not stand for. And he would greatly appreciate it if his partner refrains from playing pranks on him as well.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

His favourite spots to kiss you are your forehead, palms and of course your lips. However, if his s/o is shorter than him, he will also plant a tender kiss on the crown of their head. And if his s/o happens to be taller than him, he will place featherlight kisses under their ear and where their jaw ends.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Gaara primarily shows his love to his partner by making time for them, as the lack of it is the biggest con of your relationship. For example; when his partner brings him his lunchbox to his office, he asks them to stay and eat with him. Another way of showing his love are acts of service as well as gift giving. He's meticulous when it comes to these things and also puts a lot of thought behind his gifts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are usually very calm and serene. Gaara is an early bird and usually wakes up at daybreak. He normally stays in bed for a few minutes and watches you sleep or snuggles up to you for some lazy morning cuddles, before he gets out of bed to have a warm cup of tea and get himself ready for the day. If you're an early bird like him, he will have breakfast with you. But if you happen to be the complete opposite, Gaara will have breakfast all by himself before heading off to the Kazekage's office, leaving you a sweet little note wishing you a good day and letting you know how much he loves you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear would be losing you, either by death or you not loving him anymore. If you leave him for someone else, he will spend months and even years asking himself what he did wrong to make you lose your feelings towards him. He won't resent you of course, but seeing you happy with someone else hurts him immensely and makes him want to rip out his heart and bury it deep within the desert alongside his memories with you.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Whenever he hears someone say your name, a small smile subconsciously adorns his face and his eyes get that soft, adoring look. His siblings often tease him about it.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Aside from the classical "Darling" and "Love", Gaara will call you his little "Desert flower". The reason why he calls you that is because your love is the beauty that was able to grow even in the harshest conditions (his past and imperfections).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Gaara is a sucker for anything that includes spending time with you whenever he gets to. Being the leader of an entire village is a very time consuming job, so even spending ten minutes with you are comparable to a paid, six week vacation to him. But one of his all time favourite ways to spend time with you is when he's caring for his cacti and you helping him.

R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His most treasured moment in your relationship is when you reassured him in such a heartfelt and sincere way about your love for him, after he had voiced his concerns and doubts about him being worthy of someone as kind, amazing and loveable as you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Gaara does not like having secrets from you and he especially hates lying to you. He has been lied to the majority of his life and could never do the same to others. But he also knows that, in order to understand him better, he needs to communicate openly with you, no matter how sensitive the topic may be. He's good at keeping your secrets though, so you can tell him literally everything about yourself and he would take them to his grave without even an ounce of judgement.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took a good while, because Gaara always lost his confidence last minute before confessing his love to you. He would mentally chide himself for his cowardice, reminding himself that the worst you could say was "No". But that deep rooted fear of rejection and potentially losing you forever just kept messing with his head and hurting his heart.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Depending on whether he is the one responsible for upsetting you, accidentally of course, he would either be calm and collected, offering you comfort and a shoulder to cry on or just vent to. Or he would unintentionally act like a kicked puppy, apologising to you profusely and trying to mend things by making or ordering your favourite food, buying you a huge plush animal, offering you to yell at him to get your emotions out of your system, etc.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Gaara is proud of many things regarding you. But if he had to pick one thing, it would be your resilience and undying devotion and love towards him. He's well aware that there are still people who don't trust him and think you're too good for someone like him. And seeing you defend him and stay by his side through it all without wavering makes him feel both proud and humble at the same time.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Gaara knows you're an independent and resilient human being and therefore lets you go on missions and engage in battles if that's what you want. Of course he feels stressed and anxious about you potentially getting hurt or worse, but he has faith in you and will refrain from treating you like a fragile egg. But he will definitely fight alongside you if possible.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He's perceptive by nature and picks up on a lot of things, like the way your eyebrows furrow when you're thinking about something, or the way your lips purse when something or someone bothers or disgusts you. He's not perfect by any means and there are still some aspects he struggles with, but he's a fast learner and will mentally take notes of every single thing you do, no matter how little it is.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Since Gaara prefers to keep his personal life as private as possible, he would resort to a cute stay at home dinner, followed by a nice, quiet walk around the village at night. He would take the time to gather his courage and rehearse his speech over and over again in his head while taking you to his private garden where he will propose to you under the silvery light of the full moon.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Your voice and general presence are a safe haven for the often tired and stressed Kazekage. He knows, no matter how exhausting or stressful the day may have been, as soon as he's with you, he can unwind and relax. Preferably in your arms, or with his head nestled comfortably in your lap while your hands run through his messy red hair.

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RE bot dump #6

That's right I'm back again. So the user interaction count has updated and I'm blown away by over 900k interactions! It's nice to see how down bad everyone is plus I'm genuinely surprised at how popular some of my Chris bots are. Anyway I have now started writing Claire Redfield bots so I will gladly take any requests for her <3

RE:8!Ada Wong and Ethan Winters x Reader

Ethan exchange all the treasures and crystallised parts found in Castle Dimitrescu for new items and weaponry that will hopefully help the two of you survive this gothic nightmare. “You know your friend is quite interesting.” Calls out a voice from behind. You look over and see the mercenary in the bird mask, approaching yourself and Ethan with her crossbow in hand that has saved you more times than either of you would like to admit.

RE:2R!Ada Wong and Leon Kennedy x Reader

“Cant imagine a real scientist being down here.” Leon grumbles as he steps inside the dimly lit tunnel. The putrid stench of waste causes his nose to scrunch up in disgust. “According to HQ, this leads right into Umbrella’s secret facility.” Ada replies calmly, seemingly unaffected by the stench. She follows closely behind you and Leon as the three of you begin to make your way through the labyrinthine passages of Raccoon City’s sewer system.

RE:8!Ada Wong x Reader

Retrieve a sample of the Cadou and get out. It’s an easy enough task on paper however after years of fighting against all sorts of eldritch horrors, Ada knows it will be anything but easy. Of course this doesn’t deter Ada, as she navigates the desolate village. Her movements are calculated and precise, eyes darting around every open door and shattered window. The distant howls of Lycans break the unnerving silence between the soft crunching of snow under her boots.

Bounty Hunter!Ada Wong x Reader

In the dimly lit corner of the bustling tavern, the bounty hunter approaches the weathered board covered in parchment notices. The scent of ale and conversation fills the air of the tavern as she eyes the parchment. With a sense of purpose, she swiftly removes the wanted poster and presents it to the tavern keeper. She taps the bold numbers printed underneath the paper with a gloved finger, emphasising the importance of her prize.

Chris and Claire Redfield and Reader (Request)

“So what’s the intel for this mission?” Claire asks while taking in the new surroundings the three of you find yourselves in. “Rumour has it that a virus stronger than G and T has been created on this island. It’s the perfect testing ground for B.O.Ws considering how far it is from the mainland.” Chris replies and adjusts that sheathed combat knife on his shoulder. “That means we’ve got to be careful out here. Especially you, {{user}}.” He adds with a slight smirk.

RE:1 Infected!Chris Redfield x Reader

Heavy footsteps ring out in the hallway of the infested mansion. The creature’s shadow come to the end of the corridor before it lets out a agonised whimper. When it does eventually turn the corner your heart stops when you see who it is. “{{user}}?…. {{user}}….” Is what you manage to make out through his garbled speech. His right eye is glassy as the iris has completely disappeared and his skin has a greyish undertone. This is no creature. This is your teammate, Chris Redfield.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield and Leon Kennedy x Reader

The three of you make your way through the desolate corridors of the RPD. Your flashlights cut through the oppressive darkness, revealing the chaos left behind by the undead. “Jesus, this place has gone mad.” Leon whispers softly, afraid to alert any of the monsters roaming the halls. “Yeah I’ll say. Just how did something like this happen in the first place?” Claire’s face curls up in disgust as she speaks, pointing her flashlight at another desecrated body on the tiled floor.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield and Leon Kennedy x Reader

The train speeds down the track in the secret tunnel that lie just under the city. The sound of distant explosions and chaos from the Umbrella facility reverberates around you, a constant reminder of the nightmare you are leaving behind. Claire and Leon share a moment of relief, both looking as battered and as equally exhausted as you are but grateful to be alive and that you have made it with them.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield x Reader

You can hear the monster’s agonised screech mixed with heavy bullet fire from inside the train while the platform lowering it rocks and sways violently. Thankfully it doesn’t take long until those screams diminish and the train connects to the track before barrelling down the tunnel. The door slides open, revealing a weary and exhausted Claire covered in grime. Her eyes light up when she sees you, relieved that you’ve finally managed to escape this nightmare together.

Infinite Darkness!Claire Redfield x Reader

You’re pretty much used to Claire leaving for weeks at a time for her aid work with Terra Save. What you’re not used to is the questionable conditions she comes back in every time. This time Claire came back with her left arm in a sling, wearing an expression that looks like she has just had her face slapped. “I can’t believe that guy! ‘I can’t’ my ass… Who does he think he is!” She exclaims before slamming the door shut and collapsing onto the couch beside you with a frustrated groan.

RE:2R!Claire Redfield x Reader (+ Sherry)

After finding out that Claire’s brother is in fact safe and on ‘vacation’ as Marvin called it, the two of you now must figure out how to get out of the zombie infested city. However, you weren’t exactly expecting a child to come into the equation. “So… Are you two together?” Sherry looks between the two of you, her eyes wide with curiosity. “No, no. We actually just met tonight.” Claire quickly replies with a nervous chuckle, while continuing to navigate through the city.

Ethan Winters x Reader (inspired by @leonsmascara 's fic here)

The two of you walk through the shark tunnel, giggling as you make some comments about the creatures gliding overhead. The soft, ambient glow of the exhibit casts a gentle light on your faces, illuminating your eyes like precious jewels in the depths of the sea. “Look at that one, babe!” Ethan points to a large circular tank up ahead and drags you by the hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The tank glows a deep purple, holding moon jellies that flow and pulse with the current.

College Student!Ethan Winters x Reader (Request)

From elementary all the way through to high school, you and Ethan have been inseparable and even now that holds up as fate decided to pair the two of you up as roommates. “Hey, {{user}}!” Ethan calls out as he steps into the dorm. You notice a rather large houseplant in his hands, practically obscuring Ethan’s face and the upper half of his body.

RE:8!Ethan Winters x Lord!Reader

Ethan wakes up, finding himself in a dimly lit courtroom crawling with Lycans and filled with ancient, eerie decor. Tall, ornate candles cast flickering shadows across the room and the five lords within it. Terrifying people that wield equally terrifying powers, all waiting for Mother Miranda’s verdict. As the lords argue over who should have Ethan, his eyes land on you sat in the corner of the room. Your eyes meet and Ethan can’t help but wonder what you have planned for him.

RE:2R!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Exhausted, weak and weary, the two of you stumble onto the driverless train before it picks up speed down the track. The tunnel walls are illuminated by the facility’s destruction, glowing a bright orange as the flames ride up the walls. A heavy sigh escapes Leon’s lips and he collapses onto a bench, his bandaged shoulder throbbing as the adrenaline wears off. Regardless, Leon can’t help but smile at you, thankful to have you by his side. Grateful that the two of you managed to survive.

Infinite Darkness!Leon Kennedy x Reader

In the confined quarters of the submarine, Leon adjusts to the rhythmic hum of machinery and the occasional creaking of metal against the pressure of the deep sea. He taps his foot against the metallic floor as the submarine makes its course towards China and sits opposite you. “Wanna get dinner when this is all over?” Leon asks with a slight smirk while adjusting his leather jacket. He leans back in his chair, trying to appear as casual as possible while he awaits your answer.

Resident Evil Bot Masterlist

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Tag Game: Word Find #009

Thank you so much for the tag @charlesjosephwrites

I'll try to find the words moon, solve, ready, and straw in my works.

I'm leaving this as an open tag only, because I am very much not up to date with my writeblr tag-lists, OOPS :D So if you want to go find some words in your wips or works, go ahead and look for age, message, heal and pride.

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Moon

from "Nipped in for a quick temptation" (Aziracrow, E, 6.8k)

Sauntering over to where the atrium opened towards the garden, he found it easier to breathe. The sun now had completely given way to the moon and its companions and above the open space of green nature, Crowley could see a couple of stars already. He let the air ease his anxiety and made sure his sunglasses sat properly on his nose.

Solve

from Snow White and the Huntsmen (Winteriron, G, 31.6 k)

“How do you picture that?” he asked. “Lure her out with treats and then hide all clutter? I don’t even know if there is such a thing as a cat-proof vault. Besides, we can’t stash away our whole household because of her. She would probably just take the treats and then continue with her mischief undeterred.”

“Well if we can’t hide our stuff we have to hide her,” Tony replied with a serious face. “Lock her in the bathroom. Problem solved.”

Ready

from Cat's Charm & Serpent's Sorrow (Aziracrow, G, 500 words)

A real cat was guarding the temple's entrance, snarling at him with an arched back and glaring yellow eyes. Its patterned fur emphasised the predator's descent and when Crowley didn’t take flight, it crouched down, ready to charge. 

Crowley scowled, not keen on being attacked. But he also didn’t want to miracle the cat away. He liked cats. That they didn’t like him was an unfortunate byproduct of his serpent ancestry, not the cat’s fault.

Straw

from "Might as well get comfortable" (Aziracrow, E, 5.4k)

Crawley had started to fiddle with the empty chalice. When he couldn’t think of any more ways to spin it around his hands he started to knock it against the depleted clay jug to see how many different sounds it could make. Eventually, he ended up pulling single stalks of straw out of the bags he was lounging on. Crawley sighed. He better found some sort of activity for the night or he would discorporate of boredom. 

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Take What You Need {Javi G x f!reader}

So this was requested by @stvenwithav​ soo here you!! This was actually so fun n I hope I did justice to what you had in mind!!

MY BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

PAIRING: Javi G x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

WARINGS: SMUT!! thigh riding, sweating, pet names, Javi in a speedo is his own warning, semi-public sexual activities, just smutty fluff ok. established relationship. Let me know if I missed anything

No use of Y/N or character description. Not beta read all mistakes are my own

AUTHOR NOTES: First time writing Javi G as well so hopeuflly I managed to get this soft bean across!! 

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS ARE OPEN 

The sun was warm on your skin as you walked down the aged steps of your boyfriend's villa, the skies were clear, reflecting the beautiful blue of the ocean view you had from the cliffside home. You were only in a fairly skimpy bikini, with a loose sheer dress thrown over the top, since you were heading the pool, there were three actually but your favourite was the smaller one, right on the cliff edge, where you could look out across the vast landscape.  It was late afternoon now, Javi had just returned home from the orchard, inviting you down to the more private pool for a pre-dinner dip, you’d told him to meet you there as you sauntered off to get changed. 

When you walked into the shaded area, Javi was already laid out on one of the sun loungers, one hand behind his head, stretching out his arm, sunglasses shielding his eyes, he had a light linen shirt on and that damned striped speedo he loved so much. If someone told you that you would love a man in a speedo you would have laughed in their face but Javi? Oh he was something else. He was built different, his broad shoulders, strong arms and that perfect fucking face, not to mention his gorgeous curls but the one thing you loved about him the most? His thighs. 

They were so…rideable. And when you got closer, the soft sounds of your feet alerting your boyfriend, who turned his head softly to watch as you padded towards the him, your breath hitched, seeing the way one of his legs was outstretched, the other bent so his foot was placed firmly on the comfortable bed below. Your mouth almost watered at the sight, his tanned skin was glowing under the late afternoon sun, emphasising the shape of his legs even more. You had stopped just at the end of his chair, admiring his body.

“Are you okay, hermosa?” He asked softly, sitting up a little, looking at you over the top of his sunglasses. You swallowed thickly, nodding. 

“Yes, yeah. I’m, I’m fine.” you managed out, a tut coming from your lover below you. 

“Now, cariño, you know you cannot lie to me. Tell me what is the matter” he sat up a little more, patting the edge of the lounge. You shakily moved over to perch on the edge of it, Javi instantly leaned over, pressing soft kisses to your bare shoulder that made your heart ache for him. 

“It’s.. you just..” you trailed, his large hand had rested on your lower back now as he sat back, he was rubbing gentle circles into your flushed skin, you turned to face him a little more, your eyes running across his thighs as you did so. 

“I just, what mi amor?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“You just looked so fucking good right now” you blurted out, Javi tossed his head back in a laugh, that beautiful honey sweet laugh that you loved so much. You couldn’t help biting your lip when you watched how his neck presented itself to you, making you impossibly hotter than you already were from the sun and the gorgeous man laid in front of you. 

“Thank you, you look beautiful too” he complimented, causing you to blush a deep red. You could see a faint tint to Javi’s cheeks under his sunglasses too, he was always a little shy when you complimented him, he’d become more used to it the longer you dated, it wasn’t that he didn’t like the way he looked, it was just that someone as beautiful as you was telling him how beautiful he was. The more comfortable he got with you, the more confident he became, so when the next thing rolled off his tongue, it didn’t surprise you. “What do you like most, sweet girl?” 

“I like your thighs” you said, trying to look away from his gaze. You heard that pleased chuckle again, you felt yourself whine when you watched him open his legs a little wider, showing you more of that beautiful tanned skin. Hearing that noise fall from your lips made Javi yearn to hear it again. 

“What do you like about my thighs?” he asked, his voice dropping lower, accent getting thicker as he spoke. 

“They’re so… strong” you said in a quiet voice, Javi’s hand slipped from behind your back then, to gently tip your chin up delicately, you could see his eyes were blown wide beneath the shade of his glasses. 

“Would you like sit on them, hermosa?” He asked, completely catching you off guard for a second before you were nodding slowly, he groaned softly, sitting back on the sunbed further, so he was more propped up at the back, his right leg still outstretched, but he dropped his left knee a little more, not completely flush to his seat. “Take off the bottoms of your swimsuit for me please” he said, giving you a gentle tap on your own thigh. 

That was the thing with Javi, even when he was absolutely ruining you, he was still polite and courteous, it made you always want him more, no man had ever made you feel so respected when he was fucking you like an animal but Javi? He was able to give you the filthiest fucks of your life but would always know the right time to soften and check on you, unlike any other man you had been with. You stood up, shimmying down your bikini bottoms down until they hit the cool stone floor below, your cover-up just skimming the edges of your plush cheeks. Javi held a hand out to you, which you took, his other hand coming round to up the back of your knee, lifting up your leg, guiding you to plant you firmly on his left thigh. 

He was so warm against you, his skin heated by the sun just like your own, but also Javi’s body was always naturally warm, always inviting you to be enveloped by every inch of this man. His hands slipped from your own, moving to gently rest one on the small of your back and one on your hip, you felt a gentle push of encouragement from him and you got the idea. 

You bit your lip as you started to slowly rock back and forth against your lover, your hands were planted firmly on his broad shoulders as you swayed your hip ever so carefully, you’d never done this with him before, you’d never done this with  anyone but something about this man always made you want try new things and Javi always had something new for you to try. You let out a soft moan as you caught your sensitive clit against his thigh, Javi was watching you in awe, keeping his hold on you just tight enough so you knew he was there, but not tight enough to stop your movement, just aide them along. 

You felt a little cautious as you rocked back and forth against the man below you timidly, but as you continued to slowly roll your hips, you were instantly craving more. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each roll of your hips, you needed something to signal he wanted this just as much as you did, so you could really let go. Javi sat up further as if he had read your mind, slotting your lips to his in one of the most gentle, sweetest kisses only he knew how to give you, you hummed into him, one of your hands moving to trail up his neck, fingers lacing into the soft curls at the nape of his neck. 

He only pulled back to mutter to you “Take what you need from me, mi amor” and you were a goner. That was all you needed, plus the feeling of his hands tightening around your waist along with him pressing his thigh towards you, chasing your heat himself. You started to rock even further, grinding your hips down, moaning as your bud rolled against him over and over again. You were running your fingers through his hair, those beautiful caramel curls easily slipping through your fingers, they felt just as soft as the kisses Javi was leaving across your neck and shoulders as you took what you needed from him.

Your noises picked up, more frequent gentle mewls as the pressure began to build, now you were eagerly rolling your hips against him, grinding your sensitive core into his heated skin, the hand that wasn’t busy tangled in your lover’s hair, started to drop down across his soft linen shirt, aiming to share the pleasure you were feeling with him but before you could make it, one of his hands reached up, stopping you. 

“No, sweet girl, this is about you right now” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to your palm, before lacing his fingers through your own. He was sat up fully now, you were pressing your chest to his, arching you back, encouraged by the way his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back and forth across him. You knew you were close, Javi did too, he could see it on your face even through his sunglasses, you buried your nose into his neck, taking in the expensive cologne, moaning and rolling your hips more incessantly. 

“Come on, let go for me, I know you would like to” he whispered and that had you hurtling over the edge, your hips moving faster, sloppier and much less precise than before. It wasn’t the most intense orgsam Javi had ever given you but fuck did it feel amazing. He was so soft, so loving, so caring and as your high ripped through your body, you couldn’t hold back the loud moan of his name. He held onto you tightly, you knew that when he stood up, he would be glistening not just from the sun and sweat but from you and what you had just done. 

Your hand relaxed your hold on his hair as you slowly came down, your hips coming to a careful stop, Javi was still pressing small kisses to your bare skin as you sat there in pure bliss. 

“Do you feel better, cariño?” he asked you quietly, careful not to disturb your post orgasmic  bliss. 

You slowly lifted up so you could look over your boyfriend’s handsome face, you didn’t respond, instead you pressed your lips to his, over and over again. He chuckled between the kisses, holding you tightly against him, when you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his. 

“How do you feel, baby?” you asked him, matching his quiet caring tone he was using with you. 

“I am feeling as if I would like to take you to bed and make love to you, if you would let me” he replied, bringing your interlocked fingers to his plush lips, leaving a couple of tender kisses across your knuckles. A new wave of arousal thrummed through you at his words, Javi probably felt it on his thigh as it did. 

“I would love that, Javi” you whispered, with that you were being helped to shaky legs, Javi helped you slip on your bottoms again, you bit your lip seeing your slick across his thigh from where he had let you get yourself off. It turned you on all over again and you were eagerly pulling your lover away from the pool and through the house, all whilst stopping to share in heated kisses every now and again. 

Javi did just what he promised, he kept you wrapped up in his large bed for the rest of the evening, a beautiful sunset dinner was forgotten instead replaced by junk food and Javi feasting on you as many times as you could handle.

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you!!! write!!! so!!! well!!!!! I've come back to your writing 3 times today just because it's SO GOOD. pretty please could you do another anything of luke? ngl I'm an absolute sucker for a friends/bffs to lovers trope so that would be fantastic if you could write another. sending big waves of love your way!!!!! x

Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm honestly so grateful to anyone who reads, likes, reblogs or even requests and whatever else you do on this site. I hope you continue to enjoy my posts, thank you for being here.

Okay now for the good stuff! Soooo, I decided this was going to be a 2-part piece because I also received another Luke request and there wasn't much of a prompt with it. I also just wrote way too much for this concept, so it needed a good chop in two. Oops.

ANYWAY... I will go back and edit in the link to part 2 here when it's done. I hope you enjoy your half first though :)

Not Yours

A Luke Hemmings one shot (except not really)

18+, Smut, NSFW

Part 1, Part 2

Word Count: 6871

“It’s not that big of a deal, you caught me in a compromising position, we can move on now.” He’s not even blinking an eye; he’s not doing much of anything actually. Maybe it’s his years of keeping his lip tight for the sake of the band, never letting a secret spill for the gossip that would entail. He’d been working on his poker face for over 10 years, and you were ashamed to say it was working on you. You couldn’t see a single glimmer of guilt cross his chiselled features and it’s not like he should be ashamed of his sexuality, he was entitled to it as much as anyone. That wasn’t what irked you. What was bothering you, however, was that you just noticed the small smile that crept onto his lips whenever you stared at them for too long.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I caught my best friend with his dick down some poor girl’s throat.” You stood up from the chair to emphasise your frustration, how very not okay you were with the events of the previous night. You hadn’t set up a schedule for the room share, you hadn’t enforced any rules at all to prevent things like this from happening. You honestly hadn’t felt like you’d needed to. You were sharing a room with him over a long weekend. Just 3 nights and 4 days. You were actually dumb enough to think that booking a room with one 1 bed would finally be what bought you closer together, smashing the boundaries between the two of you that normal circumstances never could. You’d never anticipated those same boundaries being broken quite like this.

The image of him sat right on the edge, rutting his hips up into her mouth. You couldn’t forget it. Nor the hand he had gripping her jaw whilst simultaneously gripping the sheets on your side of the bed too. Just rubbing the material back and forth between his thumbs like a comfort blanket. He didn’t even look at her while she took him, no. His head had fallen back, face positioned towards the ceiling. His eyes clasped shut, lips barely puffing out air. He looked lost in her touch but not enough to vocalise a damn word. He was silent. Just chasing that high without any means of an end. It was unsettling. His jugular was so bare too. His Adams apple gulping down the air you failed to see him take in. Maybe he’d stolen it from you since the sight was so frustratingly breath-taking.

“You make it sound like I forced her.” His confidence wavered but only for a second, his hands fiddling with the rings on his fingers, sliding them back and forth as he fought his case and you instantly felt regretful for the way you’d phrased it. “I didn’t mean it like that.” You held your hand out steady to reassure him. You really didn’t, he wasn’t like that. Even in his hardest partying days you don’t think he could have forced anyone. One look into the salted ocean of his eyes and you’d be willing to do just about anything to stay a while, take a swim, dive in, and surround yourself in the clearness. Only because you wanted to, no other reason.

“I’m sorry. I just-.” You go to sit down beside him on the bed but think better of it. You hadn’t slept in it at all. Another reminder as to how he couldn’t convince someone to do something they hadn’t wanted to. You’d actually wanted to drop your clothes and slot beside him as if nothing had ever happened. When he’d held your hand and almost begged you to stay you nearly broke to pieces and crumbled beside him like the remnants of a midnight snack before bed. You just didn’t want to share the same bed he’d used with her. Even if that meant opting for the sofa that night and then Ashton’s bed the night after. “They’ve been cleaned you know.” He refers to the hygiene of the bedsheets beneath him. He sighs before standing up to let you sink down into the sheets in replacement of him, you now felt less ill thinking about touching them with your own palms. Even if they hadn’t been cleaned daily, did you really think he was that much of animal that he’d followed through after you witnessed him? The sheets were as pristine and unused as they were when you arrived.

“It was just a shock.” It was a shock to you to slot your key card in the door, stumbling through, shedding your boots from your ankles as you trickled in from the hotel bar. You’d held them in your hands as you walked the short hallway past the reasonably sized bathroom, towards the bedroom. You dropped them with a double thud when your eyes fell to the girl on her knees. It was a shock for a lot of reasons. 1, it meant you couldn’t move for a while, feet cemented in place, creating your own personal hell as you watched the scene play out in front of you. 2, it meant you had to announce yourself somehow or make a heady escape, but you’d doubted you were quite sober enough to retreat without making a single sound anyhow. 3, because of the impending doom of your friendship with both Luke and the others because they came as a packaged deal, nothing more and nothing less. 4, as it was only fitting to have quadruple the trauma. It meant that it hurt like hell cause you wanted nothing more than to be that girl you were referring to. To be the one taking him instead of witnessing him giving himself to someone else. That was the biggest shock. You hated that you still desperately wished it had been you.

“Can we just please forget this?” He fucked up the moment he attempted to get his kicks from someone else and it didn’t take a genius to know why. His hand wasn’t enough, the hands of the girls he chased, who also chased him, weren’t enough. Hell, maybe he was asexual or something, maybe sexual gratification just wasn’t it for him, could never fix his little problem though he’d like to argue it was actually far from little but for the sake of punishing himself further, sure, a “little “problem. But then he let his mind wander to you. If he just pictured you, imagined you, like he did that night, that night when he closed his eyes and thought of you so hard, he thought he’d summoned you there himself when he opened his eyes to the sight of you stood in the doorway. The only thing that was wrong with the scenario was that it wasn’t just a fantasy of his, you wouldn’t push her out the way and finish the job for her. You were there and you were horrified at what you’d seen. He didn’t think he’d ever have it in him to get hard again. It was what he deserved after all.

“I can take the couch tonight.” He threw his phone down onto it to show he’d claimed it for the evening. “You’re too tall for it, even I had to curl up and I’m at least 4 inches shorter. Take the bed, I’ll see about getting my own room. Maybe reception have had a cancellation or something.” You felt too guilty to ask Ashton for the second night in a row. He needed a good night’s rest more than anyone after the shows he’d played. He insisted that he hadn’t minded, that he quite enjoyed not being alone, but you couldn’t impose, especially when you felt how much he tossed, turned, and had to hold himself back from rolling into your side accidentally. Even his subconscious knew he needed the space.

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor or something.” He’s already grabbing the couch cushions, throwing them down on the lush carpet, ignoring most of what you’d just said. “Luke you really don’t have to.” He’d mess up his back if he stayed down there, you weren’t going to let that happen. “Just take the bed.” You grab his wrist to prevent any further preparations he could make. For a moment you thought you felt a static shock from the contact, you block the memory and release him. “You’re cute when you’re bossy.” He attempts a smirk; however premature it may be. “That why you test me so much?” You take over, grabbing the pillows from your side of the mattress to assemble with the others at the foot of the bed. Luke bites his tongue when he wants to say more. He instead walks towards the wardrobe vaguely remembering the sight of spare pillows and a few top sheets in case of a colder night. “Thank you.” You smile as you take them from him.

“That’s not so bad.” You clap your hands together, proud of the little bed you’d made. The couch cushions forming a makeshift mattress, the one blanket draped over as a sheet. The pillows both spare and from the bed were lay around to catch your body if you tossed and turned in the night which you definitely would be doing, you always did when you felt stressed, today was no different. The last blanket was there to cover you as a makeshift duvet. It looked like the beginnings of an excellent fort, not so much a comfortable night’s sleep but it was the best you could do in your newly found confinement. “That’s the worst arrangement I’ve ever seen.” You scowl at him, and he ignores it. He’s kneeling down, shifting the pillows already before halting his movements, retreating from the carpet as quickly as he’d crouched there in the first place. “I’ll be back in like 5 minutes.”

You stand there knowing exactly where he’s gone. He ran to the next room; you hear his heavy fists on the door through the wall. You roll your eyes at the way he runs to his friends for help at every turn. I guess they were more like brothers at this stage, but it didn’t make it any less adorable, and moderately annoying if you were being brutal, and you were. He couldn’t just solve a problem by himself, never had to. He needed the nurturing, the second, third and fourth opinions. The council of his band. Maybe that’s why it was so hard to sweep this fallout under the mat. He was trying to fix it independently without turning to them. He wasn’t even asking you if there was anything he could do, even if you wouldn’t have helped him to figure it out, he never asked you anyway. That’s all you really wanted too, to be the one he could go to, for anything, not entirely without judgement but closely enough. Before you thought about it any longer, he was back with more sheets and more pillows, nearly tripping over the fabric and his own feet to transport them to you.

You took some of the load from him immediately and he smiled at you genuinely for the first time that day. He felt like he’d earned the right to show you some more kindness and he was taking the opportunity gladly. “Okay so what’s the plan then?” You let him lead you, shaking your shoulders out, ready to out yourself to work as if this was such a strenuous task. “Okay so-“ You spent a little while pacing back and forth over the space before moving ultimately decided to deconstruct and set up camp elsewhere. The extent of the collected materials proving too large for the designated area at the end of the bed. Instead, you’d incorporated the sofa into his design, altering the original structure completely. You’d taken the sheet he’d wrangled from Michael’s linen closet, placed it over the couch and tucked it behind where it met the wall to keep it in place. You’d then draped the opposite end over the two chairs that were once beneath the desk and dressing table the hotel provided creating a roof-like effect.

Luke then moved beneath the newly erected structure, layering the pillows with some blankets to create a cushiony base large enough to be considered a twin sized bed (the best Luke could manage with the space). All before adding the couch cushions now covered in fresh sheets as a headrest for more pillows to build on top. He’d even managed to enhance the practicality of the fort so that there were a couple of free plug sockets for you to access to charge your phone and other items while you lay inside. He’d clearly had too much experience working with hotel resources when he was living in them from week to week. You felt both sad at the thought of him having to entertain himself that way but also a little jealous of the idea that he might not have been as lonely as you pictured him. You may not be the only girl he’d built a fort for. You weren’t the only girl he’d chosen to do a lot of things with. You might have been the only girl he’d really cared for though; you just didn’t really know that yet and that was hard enough. All that your new home was missing was another blanket and it didn’t surprise you when he leapt up again to scrounge one from someone else, after already bleeding them dry. You had to be a little impressed with his efforts at an apology, he’d tried so hard for you.

When he came back, he sank to his knees at the base of your little palace, sweat gathering on his brow, breath exhaling and inhaling rapidly enough that you’d thought he might pass out. “Where did you steal that one from?” Judging by the flustered look of him, he’d ran home and back. “Nearly killed housekeeping when I just about wheezed my request.” Your hand flew to your mouth to cover the snort that released itself. He’d never been happier to hear such a dorky sound shoot out of your nose. It may have been embarrassing for you, but for him it was the sweetest sound. He didn’t have a weird fetish or anything, he just knew that you had to be comfortable or really, thoroughly enjoying yourself, to let a sound like that out without wincing in shame afterwards. It meant you were relaxed with him; your walls had rained down against the ground and you weren’t fighting with him or your urge to stay composed any longer. When your tearful eyes met his, tearful with happiness and rib-aching laughter over sadness by the way, he wanted to kiss you.

You wanted to kiss him too. You didn’t. You just thanked him instead. “You might have a future in decorating Mr Hemmings.” You shuffle back under the fortress, lying yourself back, testing the comfort of the bed he’d made. You beckon him in with your finger and he gladly complies, joining you with just enough space between you to settle your hands down without them touching. “Only kid’s rooms though.” You add. “I think this is the dream house for any age.” He argues and you disagree. “For about a week until you start to get claustrophobic.” He couldn’t deny you there. He was already starting to feel it, he could have sworn it was bigger than this.

He sits himself up, looking back down towards you before sending himself out. “Well, I hope you enjoy your new home.” He shuffles on his bottom to get himself to the singular exit. He doesn’t make it very far when your soft hand traps his wrist against the cushions they still lie on. “You don’t have to go yet.” He argues. “Technically I’m not going anywhere, same room and all.” You roll your eyes; you finally show him some normality and he chose to annoy you. “Lie back down.” He doesn’t dare to escape you now. “Yes ma’am.”

He lays himself down, heart suddenly hammering when he notices you’re hand still holding onto him. He smiles to himself uncontrollably the longer it stays there, your thumb starting to stroke over his skin anxiously, further confirming that you were touching him on purpose, that it wasn’t just the accidental impulse it started out to be. “You can hold my hand you know.” His mouth feels drier than the Sahara as he says it. Probably because he had no business suggesting anything for you to do. “I don’t know where it’s been.” You couldn’t resist the dig, even if it actually churned your stomach to let it slip. It still stirred anxiety within you, the thought of him actually being with someone else. “Hilarious.” He scolds before his breath catches, your hand gently prying his fingers open to let yours slip between them like flowing silk.

“I was working up to it.” You admit, turning your head to face the side of his. He felt your gaze, but he didn’t meet it. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hide his excitement if he did. He opted for the sheet above instead, soft, simple, and pure. Pure enough to absorb his expressions and not reflect them but conceal them instead. “Luke, I think I was jealous.” You drop the bomb on him, exploding the neutral scenario he’d created for you so painstakingly hard. He shoots to sit up, nearly deconstructing the damn thing he spent so long building in apology to you. “Well, you didn’t have to react quite like that.” You retract your hands, pulling them over your lower tummy prodding at the butterflies to quieten them down as you do damage control. “I know it's bad okay, you don’t have to say anything. I already know.” It’s a good thing you let him know because he didn’t think he had it in him to utter a single word right now. His body was short circuiting before your eyes. Jealous. Jealous of him, jealous of her, jealous of what exactly?

“I think- “You cut yourself off, to start again. “I guess I- “No, not quite right again. Maybe you should just throw caution to the wind, you’d done enough pussyfooting around.

Throw. Caution. To. The. Fucking. Wind.

“I booked a single bedded room Luke, what the fuck did you think that meant?” You didn’t think it would come out quite so aggressively, but you weren’t about to take anything back now. His wires were finally uncrossing, his head clearing, he was fully functional once more and recognising his colossal idiocy. “I’m a fucking idiot.” He doesn’t even move. He’s facing forward, palms flat against the blanket, shoulders slumped as the words sink in. “You think? I mean come on, did you think we were gonna top and tails it?” You laugh as you even mention it. “It used to be my favourite trope actually, only one bed, but I guess I see the flaws in it now.” He’s shaking his head to react to your words. “I’m so dumb.” You snort. Yeah, you said that already, you think. This time he doesn’t find your laughter so adorable, this time he hates the sound because it’s just you mocking him and although he thoroughly deserved it, he wanted, no, needed, you to shut the fuck up.

He turned himself around, sitting on his knees, facing you with all the confidence he had left. “Tell me I have another shot.” He’s looking at you and you’re looking away and he’d lift your chin to bring your attention in his direction, but he doesn’t dare overstep physically since his words were doing quite enough of that already. “Tell me I can have another chance.” You can hear his heart pounding in his chest. Good. “Or what?” He’s so close to just slamming your back down and shutting you up in every way he could. “Or I take the not-so-subtle hint,” he nearly winces as he nods towards the bed he’d stupidly ignored before finishing his sentence, “and I don’t ask again.” You know he’s not moved an inch, but it feels like his drifting from you. “I want you to ask again.” He’s about to scream with excitement. “Ask me Luke- “He’s leaning forward carefully, making no real effort to close any gap, just meeting you in the middle, the rest of the distance was yours to close. “Do I have another chance?” You’re not saying a damn thing back and the silence is deadly. “Or do I have to take it from you?” Your eyes meet his briefly before rolling back at the intensity of his words.

His hands float towards your hips, shuffling your body closer to him. You feel as though you weigh nothing at all when he lifts you with such ease. “Need your permission.” His forehead is almost leaning into yours but he’s too frightened to touch you more than he already had just in case you disappeared the moment he stepped it up a notch. Your permission is granted by a kiss to his neck. His eyes fly shut when your lips caress his skin. He never expected any of this, you both knew that he’d made it abundantly clear, but he certainly never would have thought you’d kiss his throat before you so much as pecked him on the lip. It felt like more of a punishment than anything else he’d gone through with you. Luke craved you. He’d sell his soul for a real kiss from you, in his mind he already had done because in what world did he deserve your lips trailing down his chest? The buttons of his shirt flying open without his realisation because he’s so lost in thought deciphering if he’d been imagining the whole ordeal. “Shit, Luke you’re solid.” He’s coming to his senses, his hips rocking up into your hand. The second he opened his eyes he nearly creamed his pants seeing your eyes go wide, lips wet with your salivating at the sight of his fat cock begging to be released from the confinement of his jeans.

You rub over the hardened lump with a morbid curiosity for how long it would take to get him begging you for more. You also can’t help but wonder how easy it was for his previous endeavour to get him like that. He’s pressing his crotch into your hand, his teeth nearly piercing his bottom lip as he melts under your lacklustre touch. He knows he could cum from it but that didn’t mean he couldn’t aspire for more; it wasn’t nearly enough when he knew what you could be offering him. He wants to beg you, but the hoarseness of his dry throat has him whimpering and whining gruffly instead. “I wanna see what the hype is about.” You breathe as you unbutton his jeans, the zipper falling down by itself, your brow arching in surprise. “Jeans too tight?” He curses as he’s nearly freed. Your fingers immediately prod at a peculiar wet patch in the fabric of his underwear and for a moment he wonders why the fuck you’d ever think to touch him like that until he opens his eyes to view for himself.

He’d leaked a substantial amount of precum into the grey cotton of his pants and you didn’t have to be a genius to spot it and know exactly why it was there. “Fucking kill me now.” He threw his head back, hands covering his face before you could spot the redness of his cheeks. “It’s flattering Lu, nothing to be ashamed of.” Your eyes are transfixed on the area, unfazed. “Need to get these off you.” You tug at the waistband of his jeans, wiggling it as much as you could by yourself. You pout when you can’t quite manage it. Luke peaks at you through the gaps he’d made between his fingers. His hips lifted before he even thought about it. Your pout fades, lips parting to gasp instead as not only the denim but the material beneath had slid down to his mid-thigh, leaving him completely exposed to you for the first time.

This time you have to catch your jaw, closing your mouth before you really do dribble at the size of him. His tip is blushing red, leaking with arousal so vastly, its pooling onto his stomach. He’s thicker than you thought he’d be. You knew he felt fat in your hand, but you assumed the fabric assisted the image but no, it was all him. His cock was so thick you’d never be able to take it all at once, not without training anyway. He wonders what’s going on in your beautiful little mind as you stare down at him, not moving a muscle. “Baby please.” Before he could whine much more, you outstretched your tongue to lick the liquid silver he’d left against the soft flesh of his tummy. You vibrate a moan against him at the sweet taste of him and his cock doesn’t just twitch, it practically leaps at vision of you. You’ve shocked him speechless. He starts to wonder if you intentionally avoided the places he needs you the most or if it’s all your own sick little game of revenge.

His hips lift from the floor once more and you use both hands to force him back down before you assault his pretty tip with kisses and kitten licks. You knew they did nothing but frustrate him, barely stimulating him enough to please him, but you were just getting started on this little love letter of yours. You wanted to show him all you had, let him forget anyone else who ever dared to try and compete. You licked over the sensitive little slit at the centre of his tip and he gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white and cracked from the pressure. He needed to remember how helpless you’d made him feel just then, like he could have finished instantly into your mouth.

You hummed an unidentifiable tune as you sucked the first inch of him into your mouth, moaning as an unexpected squirt of liquid shot onto your tongue, more of his early arousal. You never thought you’d ever get him this good. Not before you even took him whole. His body was practically coming alive under your touch, he’d have nothing left to give and you hadn’t even gotten halfway down his length yet. “Oh fuck.” He’s groaning desperately as you retreat from him. You remove all touch, letting his cock slap back against his stomach. He’s never felt so exposed in his life, and it was exhilarating for him. He was completely at your disposal. But you don’t leave him like that for long, even if you’d wanted to. You were about ready to hump the pillow strategically placed beneath you, you were that turned on by the idea of tasting him.

You spat in your hand and gripped the base of his cock before dragging the wetness over him, slowly mixing it with the lubricant he’d already provided. “You’re so hot.” He’s putty in your hands. You smile, not towards him, just down at his cock as you drag your hand firmly over him. You hope to create a torturous pace, nowhere near fast enough to get a release but just enough to keep his hips stuttering, tip leaking and him close to begging for your lips. You were concerned to take him whole and thankfully with your hand wrapped around him, you may not have to. Even if that were difficult for you to accept when you’d needed him so bad. You’d never felt a hunger like this before. You’d never wanted anything in your mouth as much as his cock and there was no point denying either of your urges, this was your chance.

You were so greedy as you took him in your mouth this time. Your hands fisting tightly around him, tongue slurping up his juices as you inched your way down him. “So, fucking greedy for me, fuck baby.” You dare to glance up through your lashes to see him leaning against his elbows, watching you with his jaw slack, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. The moment your eyes meet, he swears he can’t take it anymore and he pushes your head down over him. You let out a strangled moan and he panics at the sound vibrating against him, now terrified he’d hurt you, gearing himself up to pull you back where you were. You fight his hands, surprising him yet another time that evening. You force your lips down until they reach the hand you coated his base with, and he hits the back of your throat with a grunt.

The noise Luke made could be compared with one he’d release if he were punched in the chest, sounding both winded and in pain. You suck hard on as much of him as you can before pulling back and throwing yourself down again. “Shit, just like that, oh fuck, use that tongue.” He’s gripping your hair tightly in one hand and fighting himself strongly to avoid pushing you down again with the other. Instead, he tugged on your locks as a form of encouragement, and it had your stomach doing somersaults.

The noise of you slurping, choking, and gagging around him was a symphony of pleasure and he’d half the mind to record it and keep it forever if he could but he couldn’t fucking move from you if he tried. If he left you for even a millisecond, he’d never forgive himself. He was finally, exactly where he needed to be, tightly packed into your hot little mouth, his new place to call home and what a glorious home it was turning out to be. He belonged there.

Scratch everything, he previously thought about never being satisfied in bed. He’d never felt more wrong in his entire life. He would eat his words as you ate him, gulping down whatever he could give you. His cock had never been harder, never been so happy. There wasn’t a better way for him to describe it when you sucked on him like that. He had to fight himself to keep his eyes open, to remain here with you, knowing that you were everything he’d been waiting for.

You looked so gorgeous taking him too. He wanted this image tattooed on his eyelids. He felt like his cock might burst when you started rocking your own hips while you inched back and forth over him. You’d loved his cock so much you couldn’t prevent yourself from getting off over it. Right in front of him, you humped your hot little cunt into the sheets as a desperate attempt to release the growing tension between your legs. “If you don’t keep your hips still, I’m gonna cum down your throat, do you hear me?” You furrow your brows, turning your attention to his face. He’s sweating, its dripping down his cheeks so nicely you almost mistook them for tears. You can’t help but be shy about his accusations. You didn’t intend to do anything. You instinctively chased a feeling against your will and if it was anyone’s fault it was his. You were aching for him to fill something more than your mouth. No matter how good he felt pressing against the walls of your throat, no room left to breathe or utter a sound, you wanted his size elsewhere.

You continued to take him, this time consciously stilling your hips but huffing every now and then when you felt the urge to move. You may have swivelled a little, but you’d hoped he’d be kind enough to let it go amiss. You weren’t that lucky. Luke’s hands leave your hair, and you were whining without the feeling of him coaxing you on until you simply couldn’t whine anymore. His hands had slinked down to the column of your throat, linking beneath where the two of you were already connected. He applied a pressure to the edges, blindly but cautiously trying not to harm you or block your air way completely. He clamped down little by little until not a peep was heard from your perfect mouth and he used your silence to pull you down until your nose was meeting his pelvis, till he felt his own cock pulsating down your throat whilst in his hands. He let out the heaviest pants as you tried to gag around him. That’s when it hit you.

When you saw this gaping mouth, his usually light eyes darkened like the night sky, his cheeks burning hot like a furnace. You came without a single touch, a slither of friction, not even a weak attempt at conversation. As if he was in your mind, knowing what had just happened to you through some unbreakable bond, he released you from him, hands shifting to pat your head, smooth his fingers through your hair and settle you down from this insane high of yours. You choke out a moan and your head crashes against his torso. You’d never known yourself to come undone like that. You were a giver and always had been. It was no secret to you or anyone you’d fucked, just how soaked the act got you but to cum from that alone. To finish with his cock filling your mouth. You felt your cunt continually spasming.

“What the fuck?” You question yourself breathlessly, ashamed of yourself for letting your guard slip like that. It was Luke who was meant to cum first, not you. It was him who needed to know just what he’d been missing. Your body had betrayed you. It was mortifying. You hid your face to escape the mockery you knew would be coming. You were so prepared for it, so distracted from the original task at hand, you’d stopped touching him all together. If he weren’t so ridiculously in love with you, he’d be telling you to get back to it. He was so on edge it wouldn’t take more than a couple flicks of your wrist to finish him anyway. Because that, that was the most incredible thing he’d ever witnessed.

You were hiding away from him, shying away as if it were something he’d judge you for. If anything, he was blessed by it. You’d literally wanted his cock down your throat so badly you couldn’t stop yourself from finishing when you felt it there. You had fucking ruined him. He would never look at you the same way again. He’d think of this moment, the bulge in your throat when you couldn’t contain him, the tears staining your cheeks from the fullness, the hand wrapped around him tight like a vice because you had to just touch him with more than just your mouth. He adored you so much you’d never, ever understand just how much.

Luke nudges you gently, hand slipping under your chin, lifting you up, the rest of your body deciding to go with it. Your red and puffy eyes meet his pathetically. “Gotta let me take you baby.” You find yourself nodding, even if you didn’t really know what he meant. He had been taking you. He’d had your mind, body, and soul, what more could there be? “Gotta get these clothes off for me.” His hands stroke over your shoulders, still coated in a t-shirt now dampened with sweat. You nod lazily before reaching for the hem to grip onto and lift. “Wait.” He pushes his forehead against yours, hands preventing yours from following his instruction. “Can I kiss you?” You stare dumbfounded. You’d done a lot more than kiss him now and yet he still had to ask. “Taste like you though.” You mutter. “Think I can live with that.”

His kiss breathes life back into your aching form. You feel like you can straighten your back again, sit tall, sit confidently without gripping his thighs for support. Luke kisses you slowly, not slow in a disappointing manner, not too vanilla to take away from the passion of the moment. It’s just pleasantly slow, soft, and serene. His lips feel nice. You decide you quite like the plumpness of his bottom lip in comparison with the sharpness of his top. You sink into his mouth, hand cupping his cheek as you glide your own over his.

His hands wander to your waist, grabbing a handful of flesh before fleeing further south. Your tongue licks a stripe over his bottom lip which he takes as a sign to part them. You slip your tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth, and he tastes himself with a whimper. His palms smack down on your ass hard enough to echo it like the sound of a cracking whip. The erotic sounds of your tongues dancing with each other should put you off but it just doesn’t. The wetness is invited, the warmth is accepted, the sensation had your hips rolling again and God there must be something wrong with you. You couldn’t fill your void with enough of him. He just smiled into your kiss because he’d felt exactly the same way.

“Gotta- “he tugs your shirt, “take- “lifting it clumsily above your hips between kisses, “your- “you start to feel the coolness of the exposure as it climbs higher, “these- “it’s becoming an unbearable taunt, “fucking clothes off.” He pulls back to watch you discard the material as fast as you could so you can throw yourself into his lap. He’s halfway through removing the remainder of his jeans when you start to remember the rest of you is also still clothed.

You both fumble to remove your trousers and any other barriers separating you from each other. You don’t have a single drop of energy left to allow yourself to feel self-conscious when his eyes wrack over your body. It’s hard to feel anything other than perfect when his top responses are to wrap his own hand around his cock and suck his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re so pretty Luke.” You sigh and he whines, gripping himself just that little bit tighter at the tone of innocence in your voice. “Yeah?” You nod in confirmation before flicking his hand away, replacing it with your own. He fucks up into your hand unabashedly, too swept away to care, too comfortable with you to reconsider the impulse.

“Need you to touch me.” You mewl, swiping your thumb over the throbbing head of him similarly to how you did it with your tongue before. “Where baby?” He knows exactly where. “Touch you where?” He needs to hear it; he’s vibrating just considering it. “You know where.” You match him. “No, no, gotta tell me.” You slow your movements, hand loosening around his cock causing his smile to falter. “Where do you need me?” You curse him. “You fucking know where.” You glare at him before you lie yourself down, arms crossing over your bare chest, sick of how ridiculously needy you were that you would put up with this childishness for the sake of another orgasm.

“How can I know I’m right if you don’t tell me?” His fingers have moved to your hip as he lay on his side, watching you closely, walking his fingers over your scorching hot skin. “Playing games now baby?” You pout towards him in a final attempt to win him over. You could just kill him for giving you as much of a fight as you did him. The two of you too stubborn for your own good.

“Where do you want me?” He asks again, voice shifting, dripping with a power that had you weak. “Same place I’ve always wanted you.” You soften your tone to reel him in and for a moment he believes he’ll never win this fight. Then you speak again. “My pussy, need you inside me, please Lu, please baby, waited so long.” You plead for your life. His cock is actually hurting it’s so fucking tight and hard right now. “Your pussy?” He offers as a question, and you hardly notice it until he speaks again.

His hand slips between your legs, swiping his index finger through the hot, sticky mess made between your thighs. “You think this is yours?” He continues to pry. “It’s not yours babe.” You open your mouth to ask what he’s alluding to, but he silences you, slipping a finger into your hot cunt, you clamping down on him immediately. “Not yours baby, your pussy’s fucking mine.” The noise you made was unholy but the look he gave you even more so. “See,” he coos, “you know it too, bucking up into my hand like that, such a good girl for me.” Unsurprisingly to you, that simple term of endearment, that affectionate little name, is the straw that broke the camel’s back. Any morsel of self-respect you’d ever had left was fucking desecrated. “Spread your legs for me angel.”

[radiosandrecordings]

'Cause here’s the thing To know how it ends And still begin to sing it again As if it might turn out this time

Transcript under the cut

(Lyrics from Road to Hell (Reprise) Hadestown are layered over audio from TMA 200. The first segment is:) 

[HERMES]

A'ight It’s an old song It's an old tale from way back when It's an old song (spoken) And that is how it ends (sung)That’s how it goes

Don't ask why, brother, don't ask how He could have come so close The song was written long ago (spoken) And that is how it goes

(sung) It's a sad song It's a sad tale (spoken) It's a tragedy (sung) It's a sad song (spoken) But we sing it anyway

'Cause here’s the thing To know how it ends And still begin to sing it again As if it might turn out this time I learned that from a friend of mine

Overlaid over this is the TMA dialogue: 

ARCHIVIST: [Gasping] I… I can’t. Martin, I’m part of this place.

[STATIC SCREECH AND HE WINCES AUDIBLY]

MARTIN: Goddamn it, John!

ARCHIVIST: [Enduring] Aaaaaaargh! I can… withstand it. I just need to hold... on...

[EXPLOSION RESOUNDS]

MARTIN: [Gritted teeth] Come on, John! Come on!

[THE ARCHIVIST’S VOICE DISTORTS AS BUILDING AND REALITY START CRACKING, WITH STATIC SCREECHING AND SQUEALING THROUGHOUT]

ARCHIVIST: [Struggling] No! I can feel the pull… The web, the tapes, it wants— No! I won’t let it!

MARTIN: For god’s sake, John, move!

ARCHIVIST: I can’t! Martin get out of here! What’s going to be left of me after this, you can’t see that.

MARTIN: No!

ARCHIVIST: I can’t protect you from this. Go!

MARTIN: I’m not leaving you trapped here killing the world while I watch!

ARCHIVIST: If you stay, you’ll die!

MARTIN: Then I’ll die!

ARCHIVIST: No!

[CRUMBLING STONE AND MARTIN CRIES OUT AS IF STRUCK BY SOMETHING, STARTS SOBBING]

ARCHIVIST: Martin please! I can’t lose you. Not like this…

MARTIN: Tough! Okay? Where you go, I go!

ARCHIVIST: That’s the deal...

[PANOPTICON CONTINUES TO COLLAPSE AS A SHARP STATIC WHINE RINGS OUT]

Okay.

MARTIN: What?

ARCHIVIST: Do it! The knife’s just there. Let them go.

MARTIN: [Tearful] I’m not going to kill you!

ARCHIVIST: Cut the tether. Send them away. Maybe we both die. Probably. But maybe not. Maybe, maybe everything works out, and we end up somewhere else.

MARTIN: Together?

ARCHIVIST: One way or another. Together.

[METALLIC CLINK]

MARTIN: I don’t think I can...

ARCHIVIST: It has to be you. The Eye won’t let me do it.

MARTIN: [Sobbing] Are you sure about this?

ARCHIVIST: No. But I love you.

MARTIN: I love you too.

[KISS]

[MARTIN STABS DEEPLY; THERE IS A SINGLE GASP]

[PAINED SOB]

[DISTORTED SCREECH, WITH SOUND LIKE TAPE RAPIDLY UNSPOOLING AMIDST A RISING CRESCENDO OF STATIC]

(After this, there is a cut to an instrumental version of Road to Hell Reprise, in which audio from episode 1 of TMA comes in.) 

[CLICK]

ARCHIVIST Test… Test… Test… 1, 2, 3… Right.

[COUGH]

My name is Jonathan Sims. I work for the Magnus Institute, London, an organisation dedicated to academic research into the esoteric and the paranormal. The head of the Institute, Mr. Elias Bouchard, has employed me to replace the previous Head Archivist, one Gertrude Robinson, who has recently passed away.

I have been working as a researcher at the Institute for four years now and am familiar with most of our more significant contracts and projects. Most reach dead ends, predictably enough, as incidents of the supernatural, such as they are – and I always emphasise there are very few genuine cases – tend to resist easy conclusions. When an investigation has gone as far as it can, it is transferred to the Archives.

(Here the Hadestown audio once again comes in, and continues over Jon’s dialogue, which fades out as he continues talking as the song ends) 

ARCHIVIST: Now, the Institute was founded in 1818, which means that the Archive contains almost 200 years of case files at this point. Combine that with the fact that most of the Institute prefers the ivory tower of pure academia to the complicated work of dealing with statements or recent experiences and you have the recipe for an impeccably organised library and an absolute mess of an archive. This isn’t necessarily a problem – modern filing and indexing systems are a real wonder, and all it would need is a half-decent archivist to keep it in order. Gertrude Robinson was apparently not that archivist.

From where I am sitting, I can see thousands of files. Many spread loosely around the place, others crushed into unmarked boxes. A few have dates on them or helpful labels such as 86-91 G/H. Not only that, but most of these appear to be handwritten or produced on a typewriter with no accompanying digital or audio versions of any sort. In fact, I believe the first computer to ever enter this room is the laptop that I brought in today. More importantly, it seems as though little of the actual investigations have been stored in the Archives, so the only thing in most of the files are the statements themselves.

It is going to take me a long, long time to organise this mess.

[HERMES] Everybody looked and everybody saw That spring had come again With a love song

[PERSEPHONE] With a love song [COMPANY] With a love song [HERMES] With a tale of a love from long ago [HERMES] It's a sad song [COMPANY] It’s a sad song [PERSEPHONE] It's a sad song

[HERMES] But we keep singin' even so It's an old song [EURYDICE] It’s an old song [ORPHEUS] It's an old song [COMPANY] It's an old song [HERMES] It's an old tale from way back when And we're gonna sing it again and again We're gonna sing, we're gonna sing [ALL] It's a love song It's a tale of a love from long again It's a sad song We keep singing even so It's an old song It's an old tale from way back when And we're gonna sing it again and again [HERMES] We're gonna sing it again

[yoonpobs]

Unmm request: it's always jk whos fucking around so....... how about we make a difference... fuckgirl!yn x shy!jk 👀👀 thank u in advance!!! ❤️

NOW ... the tables have most definitely turned ... if bbgt oc and jk switched lives but tbh oc here is still devilishly sweet so >:) i saw this ask and was like TIME TO BRING CHAOS

pairing: shy!jk x fuckgirl!oc

genre: SMUT

warnings: cock worship, oc calls jk pretty, slobber 

words: 1, 648

Jungkook’s done a lot of impulsive things in his life. Like the one time, he bought five hundred dollars worth of in-game money purely because he was running on red bull and pulled two consecutive all-nighters for a game tournament Taehyung roped him into, or maybe even switching up his major because it didn’t feel interesting to him anymore; Jungkook’s an impulsive person.

But he’d like to think that he was reasonably impulsive, acting on his human nature rather than out of it. Though, right now he can’t say he believes himself either.

“How does it feel?” You coo, voice like a sin when you lean forward and Jungkook can’t look anywhere but at your tits. He wants to look up but then he’ll see your face and that’s no better for his muddled mind.

“G-Good,” He croaks, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head when he feels the slow drag of your pussy across his cock.

God, he’s never been so hard in his entire life. Not even in his secret masturbation sessions when he was forced to room with Taehyung in the first semester of college and had to listen to him and his girlfriend fuck until the wee hours of the morning. Because you were sin personified, all his desires manifested into a human being and staring him right in the face; awaiting him to pathetically give in.

“Just good?” you pout teasingly. Your hand reaches back to cup his balls in your palm and they’re hot and heavy when you squeeze, evoking a tight groan from Jungkook’s chest. He was so sweaty, chest heaving as he attempts to clear his head. He wasn’t even in your pussy yet and yet he feels himself on the brink of release. “That’s not right. Want it to be great,” You smile, and Jungkook swears he sees the devil horns appear by your head.

“F-Fuck—it’s—great,” Jungkook literally whines, hips bucking up to meet your hands as they squeeze his balls in tandem with the way you grind against his cock. He can feel each firm and slow drag of your cunt, the wetness that seeps through your folds leak out of your hole and wholly glazes his cock. His mind is fuzzy and he can only think of how hot and wet you’d feel.

You grind faster like a woman on a mission and all Jungkook can do is moan breathily, hands shakily gripping your hips tightly; so tempted to slip into your hot cavern.

Jungkook never even dared to dream about having you this way. He’s heard about you, of course, he had. You were the girl everyone wanted to be with or be. He’s heard stories about how your pussy was magical, and how you were the devil reincarnate; that every person who had the liberty of coming across you only drowned in your essence and got hooked onto the feeling of euphoria when you sent them over the edge.

You were perfect, in Jungkook’s eyes. You were so pretty and he wanted to call you a bitch but you weren’t even mean. You were so nice, so crazily good with your hips that his judgment may have been a little clouded. He didn’t expect the night to end this way, with your sex-crazed eyes peering down at him—and only for him to see at this moment.

“You’re so pretty, do you know that?” you hum, raking your other hand down his chest to tweak a nipple between your fingertips. He can feel you giggle when you hear him gasp at your gesture.

“N-No,” he exhales a deep breath of air when you lift your hips for him to see the flimsy strings of arousal that connect his cock to your folds. You’re so lewd, especially when you spread your lips to show your swollen pearl, hard and ready for attention.

You crawl over him, and it’s like a predator approaching a prey when your face rests right above his face, “You are. Prettiest boy. So cute. I would’ve never thought a boy like you had a cock so big.” To emphasise your point, your hand wraps around his length, squeezing hard enough in a way that Jungkook loves, and it only proves his point that you’re an absolute goddess.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut when you speed up your hands, and he wished he could see the way you were staring at him with a mischievous smirk.

“Faster? Harder?” you tease.

“Yes—no—wait, f-fuck, please,” Jungkook doesn’t even know what he’s pleading for but he feels his stomach clench rhythmically as his high approaches. When he opens his eyes, he almost regrets it because you’re so close and your hair is brushing against the peaks of his nipple. Your lips are swollen from the previous make-out session he was subjected to and he misses your mouth just by being reminded of it.

“So pretty,” you croon, pressing a kiss to his lips that’s so much softer compared to the way that your hands work aggressively on his cock, “So dirty.” You purr, pulling away with a smack of your lips.

He shakes his head, whining, “N-Not dirty,” Though he knows it’s a lie because he lets you have your way with him, completely at mercy by your hands.

You giggle, light and evil that Jungkook feels his cock throb even harder in your hand. You were a dream and there was no way that you were real,

“But you are,” you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, releasing it with a pop before you trail downwards, mouth hot on his skin until you reach his cock. His cock twitches in your hand in interest, especially when you allow a dollop of saliva to drop onto the tip, coating his length as he groans at the visual when he allows himself to look. “Only dirty boys let girls like me do this to them.” You sigh dreamily.

Jungkook’s mind is a mess of muddled thoughts that he can’t even muster a response, especially when you take his cock into the back of your throat like a pro, slobbering spit all over it without a care of how lewd it looks or sounds. In fact, Jungkook thanks the heavens above because he’s seconds away from cumming down your throat.

“I-I’m cumming—” he chokes.

You stare up at him with those bedroom eyes and Jungkook feels dizzy, his hand reaches to the back of your head as you bob your head faster around his cock, deepthroating him all the way until all he feels is the depth of your hot throat.

The visual and the auditory aspects of your slobber are what sends Jungkook over the edge. He cums with a loud moan, hips bucking up manically until he practically shoves his cock as far as he can down your throat. He doesn’t know where to look but he catches sight of the tears that threaten to spill out of your eyes and the spit that accumulates at the side of your mouth.

He cums so much and you take it all, mouth welcoming every spurt of his hot seed and Jungkook feels like he’s on cloud nine. Your tongue teases his slit to oversensitivity, and he winces at the way you continuously lap through his release, never relenting even when he whines and your eager mouth away from his flattening cock.

As Jungkook regains his breath as he blinks up at the ceiling, his head clearing up from his horny daze, his eyes droop to see your face and you do the next most obscene thing that has his flaccid cock jumping in interest.

You open your mouth to show him the cum he’s released, and swallow, making a show to moan.

Jungkook stares at you in awe, and he’s about to offer to reciprocate even if he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, but you push yourself off his lap and lean down to give him a messy kiss. He can taste himself but he can’t bring himself to care when you just made him cum harder than he’s ever done in his entire life.

“W-What about—?” Jungkook stutters, but you only shoot him a smile he’s sure gotten you out of trouble enough times.

“It’s okay. I liked sucking your cock,” you reach a hand down in between your legs, swirling your clit for good measure as your thighs twitch and Jungkook can only watch with a gaping mouth. You collect your essence with your fingers and spread the digits to show your strings of arousal, all before you bring it up to his lips, “Open wide, pretty boy.”

And all Jungkook can do is obey, sucking in your fingers as he whines at the heady taste of your pussy.

When you pull away and your body heat leaves him, Jungkook only then manages to shakily sit up; noticing the way you’re quick to slip on your panties and the clothes that were thrown in a haze.

He’s completely bare while you’re already picking up the last of your things as he stares at you with wide eyes. But his mind is still in his post-orgasm stupor when he hesitantly asks with reddened cheeks and a shy voice.

“C-Can I … c-can I get your number?” he asks as he attempts to hold eye contact with you.

You’re sweet and evil all at once, and you give him a flirty smile with a light giggle before you glance into the mirror as you use your thumb to fix the edges of your lipstick that was smeared all across your face.

“Ask around,” you wink at him, “Pretty sure Taehyung has it.”

Then you leave, and Jungkook’s face drops just a little. But God, were you perfect.

[dumpsterhipster]

The Trash Dweller's Dumpster Dives: 5

Welcome back to another episode of everyone's* (*my) favourite** (**only) TES fic rec series. Today: Skyrim's most put-upon and unlucky general takes the stage.

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It Ends With Wolves - by Glaukobiblion / @glaukobiblion

fandom || Skyrim rating || G categories || f/m, gen genre || adventure, comedy characters of note || Tullius, Elisif the Fair, Legate Rikke status || 9/9, 13k

What do you do after you've saved the world?

“My lady,” he said, a touch ironically. Half a year in this place and he still hadn’t figured out exactly how titles worked in Skyrim, but he thought she might be one of Elisif’s multitude of thanes whom he had scarcely met; the woman handed out titles like candy to whoever suited her earnest honor. “I’m afraid Legate Rikke has made her decision on this.” “Oh, by the— eight,” she said. “Do you seriously not recognize me?” The general studied her again. Perhaps he had known her parents in Cyrodiil, except he famously did not broke with nepotism, and anyway he needed to be alerted when he was expected to provide it, not trust in some perceived family resemblance. Dark hair, the flat amber-turning-green eyes that were so common in parts of Cyrodiil. He did not know this woman at all. “Should I?” he said. She made a sound like a cat being trod upon and slammed the door to Castle Dour closed behind her.

It Ends With Wolves is the first volume in the Draconata series, a set of short standalone works which stitch together into a larger narrative. While this rec says It Ends With Wolves on the tin, really it’s for the whole series—published so far are two shortish multichaps (It Ends With Wolves and Fox Among the Geese, a HEIST story), and an in-progress collection of one-shots called Nine Divines which showcases some of the fantastic female characters of Solitude, before we return to the story fics in volume 4.

I was hooked on this fic from the very first sentence. Glaukobiblion’s writing style is simply tremendous: snappy and smart, focused and tight, and just so incredibly funny. They have a very Pratchett-like wit and humour which had me regularly laughing out loud and live-quoting my first read to my hapless friends; it’s the sort of writing where by the end of the first chapter I was thinking ‘damn I really want to be friends with this person, they seem so smart and funny and cool’. (And now we are, and they ARE.)

In It Ends With Wolves we follow a beleaguered General Tullius, who after meeting and failing to recognise a rejected recruit for the Legion (oops) learns at their next meeting, at one of Elisif’s soirees, that she’s the Dragonborn (double oops). The two, much to Tullius’ displeasure, embark upon a horrifying delve madcap romp into the crypts of Solitude to investigate the disappearance of a temple acolyte and rumours of a resurrected Wolf Queen. Tullius’ day only gets worse from there.

I seriously can’t emphasise enough what a delight this fic is to read. The prose is tight and snappy, the plotting and pacing even more so, with an excellent use of negative space and subtext so that the work contains far more than you’d expect for its short wordcount. Tullius’ narrative voice is also just so fun. It’s dry and witty and incredibly Over It, and being in his head had me in fits of giggles constantly. His overall characterisation, too, is wonderful; he’s rich and complex and so real he could walk off the page. This applies to all of Glaukobiblion’s characters: every NPC their brush touches, no matter for how short a time, is transformed into a living, breathing, vibrant character simply oozing with personality. Elenwen in Fox Among the Geese bears particular mention, but my personal favourite is their Elisif. She’s smart and capable and again, just so much fun, and no spoilers but her role in the heist narrative is *chef’s kiss*.

Then we come to the Dragonborn herself. In many ways this whole series is an exploration of what it means to be the hero post-heroics; how you build and life and find yourself after you’ve been pretty much literally to hell and back. I always love a post-main quest Dragonborn, and this is one of the best and deepest explorations of the archetype I’ve seen. Particularly given we mostly see her through Tullius’ eyes, there’s a magnificent and gradual unveiling as the series progresses of the nameless, mysterious woman we meet at the start known only by her title and deeds. As I said, Glaukobiblion uses negative space wonderfully, and this series is a masterclass in how what you don’t show or tell can do just as much work as what you do. The way we only very slowly and very gradually strip away the layers of the Dragonborn, who she is now and what she’s been through and what that’s done to her, really drives home the utter bitter desolation of what it means to have lived through being the prophesied hero. She isn’t the typical late-teens-early-twenties fresh-faced heroine: she’s pushing forty, she’s been through a lot, and she’s tired. She wears massive scars, both emotional and physical, which neither us nor Tullius see for a long time because of the masks she wears. There are hints and allusions as we go through, but it’s when we finally have her first POV chapter—halfway through the second volume—that it all really lands, and lands hard. The contrast with the usually light and fun tone works particularly strongly in Glaukobiblion’s favour each time they push in hard on the more serious subject matter—again, in a manner very reminiscent of Terry Pratchett.Basically, what I’m saying is Draconata is a fun romp which will pull the rug out from under you and hit you with Feelings (and Themes) exactly when you’re least expecting it, and beat you up in the best possible ways. I adore it to the moon and back; it’s a perfect blend of fannish and original, funny and thoughtful, with never a word wasted or a dull moment. I can’t recommend it highly enough.

[solarishashernoseinabook]

I'm currently writing a lot so I was wondering if you had any advice about that make your stories better. If that sounds weird don't worry about it I guess <3

*cracks knuckles* okay SO!

Dialogue! Actually, come to think of it, most of my tips are gonna centre around dialogue. Dialogue is huge, but tricky. You want it to sound natural...but make it too natural and, conversely, it ends up sounding fake instead. And there's a reason for that! We don't actually remember what we say, or what people say to us, exactly as it was said. Our brain smooths out the false starts and repetitions and stutters and filler words that are part of regular everyday speech. (This is a good thing, trust me. I've done transcription work before and nothing, I repeat nothing, makes people sound dumber than writing down their words exactly as they're said.) So here's where I found a balance between natural sounding dialogue and readability (but these are not hard and fast rules and uou may find something else works better for you):

It's super common in English to either leave out the subject of a sentence, or half the verb. If you're inviting your friend to dinner, for instance, you might say, "You coming to the restaurant with us?" instead of "Are you coming to the restaurant with us?", or even just say to them, "Hungry? I'm going to a restaurant." I end up doing this a lot in my writing. It's actually a subtle character quirk of Finn's in TRR to leave off the subject of a lot of his sentences

Contractions! Obviously your characters should be saying things like "don't", "won't", or "can't" - "do not", "would not", or "cannot" are unusual enough that a character should really only be saying them if they're really emphasising the not part or if they're especially stuffy. But I also regularly have my characters say things like "y'know" or "wouldn't've". Even things like 'cept or 'specially instead of except and especially can add flavour to your writing. But also, contractions can get really over done - we typically use way more contractions in real life than we'd be okay reading in text. For example, when my cat gets overly goofy and runs into something, I'll ask him, "Y'okay Smokes?" instead of, "You okay Smokey?" - but "y'okay" looks weird enough when written that it's likely to trip someone up when they read it, so I'd recommend against putting it in your dialogue. Also, leaving the "g" off an -ing ending can be a way to indicate casual speech, but honestly in real life it's so common that if you were to do it every time a character would realistically do it it can get super annoying to read (try reading some archives of the newspaper comic For Better or For Worse - Lynn Johnson has her child characters do this almost every time and it gets old after one or two strips), so I use it really sparingly, mainly for side characters or super young kids

Think about how your character's personality, background, etc. affect their dialogue. In TRR, Ferris is stuck up and obsessed with coming off as sophisticated, so he addresses his parents as "Mother" and "Father", he calls people by their full names, and his dialogue is slightly stuffier than Halt's. Halt's autism means his dialogue is a lot more direct (like bluntly asking people what they're doing or not saying things like "hello" much), but he's also less concerned with appearances than Ferris and shows affection for people by referring to them with nicknames. Skipping over to The Ward Ghost, Will and the other Ward children, who were all well-educated by Baron Arald, have good vocabularies, but Tuck, a career criminal, is way more lax with his grammar. Will's time on the run means he's got a low opinion of the Watch, so he refers to them as "the bully boys", while Horace, who works for them, always uses the proper terms. Basically, if your sixty year old king and your twelve year old street urchin characters sound the same, you might have to play with their dialogue a bit. How a character says something can be just as important as what they say

People typically don't speak in full sentences. Run-on sentences and sentence fragments are super common! Look at this bit from chapter 16 of TRR, which has a few run-on sentences:

[The other person who could read] was Patience Jennings, she ran the inn with her husband. She’d moved to town about a year before they got married. They had a daughter, Little Patience, she liked being read to, so her mum got the fairy tale book I mentioned.

If we were to write that out in formal English, it would look like this:

[The other person who could read] was Patience Jennings. She ran the inn with her husband. She’d moved to town about a year before they got married. They had a daughter, who they called Little Patience. She liked being read to, so her mum got the fairy tale book I mentioned.

The "proper" one sounds kinda choppy, doesn't it? Because people don't speak that way. People start sentences with conjunctions and use sentence fragments and run-on sentences all the time, and there'll be times when maybe technically you need a comma in a sentence but someone wouldn't necessarily pause when actually saying it out loud, so be prepared to be flexible with grammar when you're writing! Also feel free to play with this to indicate your character's emotional state. There's a part coming up in a yet-to-be published chapter of The Ward Ghost where a character says a longer-than-usual run-on sentence to indicate they're currently on the verge of panic

Sometimes you're gonna write some sentences that just...don't seem to work. They fall flat, or feel awkward. For me, this happens a lot with transition sentences between scenes, or between parts of a scene. Write them even though they feel bad, and move on to the part you actually want to write. Later - at least a day later - rewrite the awkward sentences from memory. Remember when I said our brain don't remember what's said to us exactly the way it's said? I find that goes for the things we've written, too! After a bit of time, our brains smooth them out so they sound better. Like the final lines for chapter 13 of The Ward Ghost - they initially sounded much different from how they are now (though they conveyed the same information) and when I went to read them again when I was coming off hiatus I was shocked at how they were written because my brain had changed the lines to something else in the intervening months, so I edited them to be what they are now. Personally, if I'm having trouble with the transition sentences, I close down my computer and continue writing by hand in a notebook, including a couple of the sentences that I write down from memory. That way I don't get distracted looking at the sentences I don't like and can move forward with the scene, and my brain works on them in the background

Reread your earlier chapters until you're thoroughly sick of them. You'll pick up on details so you can avoid inconsistencies, or you'll realise you have to set something up, or you'll remember an earlier detail you included that you can go back to. Chapter 20 of The Ward Ghost starts with Jenny writing a letter to George because I remembered establishing that she did that in chapter 5, and I was having trouble beginning that chapter anyway, so starting with Jenny let me put something down so I could move on to the rest of the chapter. It'll also serve as a way to introduce George later on :D

Speaking of setting things up, I find it a lot easier to work backwards than forwards. I'll start with a scene I want, then think about what might cause that scene to happen, and what might cause that to happen, and then how to set that up. As an example: I got pretty attached to Sawbones/Travis after writing his scene in chapter 10 and wanted to bring him back. But why would he come back to Araluen when that would result in him being hanged? It would have to be super important. So maybe something put Will in danger. But what would do that? Well, maybe Will ran into someone who recognised him who could hand his description off to Keren. But who would do that? No point in setting up and introducing someone new just for that, so let's bring back Tuck. Why would Tuck pass information on about Will to Keren? Wouldn't that put him in danger? Yes, it would, so Tuck would have to be working for Keren - Seige of Macindaw establishes that Keren hired criminals for his little coup, after all. But then how does Tuck find Will, and what reason would he have for turning him in instead of just letting him go? He had to catch Will in the act of sabotaging Keren’s plans. Why would he catch Will when Will's so sneaky? Well, Will isn't trained in unseen movement because he never got his apprenticeship, so he gets impatient and blows his cover when spying and Tuck spots him. Will gets away, but Sawbones/Travis finds out what happened from Tuck and doesn't want Will to get in trouble, so he risks his neck to warn Will about it. Then, not being able to abandon him to face certain hanging, Will and the gang bring Sawbones/Travis along with them, and voila, he's part of the plot again! (This also provided the set up to bring in Erak, which I also wanted to do, and the conversation Will and Travis had let me establish Will's lack of surname - which is going to come back in the final chapters)

Kill your darlings. It's hard, but sometimes there's no way to establish something without it getting convoluted and awkward. When you finally lay it to rest and go with a simpler option, it'll be a huge relief, which is when you know you've made the right decision

Finally, beta readers. Beta readers. Beta readers! I can't emphasise enough how important they are. Having another set of eyes exposes things you overlooked, and good ones are prone to asking questions about why you did something or where you're going with it. They'll point out weak points or things they think need to be set up better. REALLY good ones will tell you what they think works, too! And they're great at being the metaphorical rubber duck for you to talk to about your problem so you can work out how you want to solve something

[kookiessugababy]

Euphoria (Kim Taehyung) // 18+ nsfw!!

Warnings 🚨- daddy kink (minimal) //pet names// out of relationship//hickies//begging// teasing//slut shaming.

-> Scenario: a muffled phone call leads to Taehyung knocking on your door- who is soon to find his dream to come true.

Hope you enjoy <3

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It must have been 2 in the morning when you got the call. A low voice rasping in your ear, erupting from the speaker amongst the darkness of your bedroom. Your silk sheets were warm as you panicked in fear of trouble, hoping that Taehyung had not somehow managed to get himself hurt or something of the sort. “Hello? Tae is everything okay?” you questioned in concern, your voice groggy with sleep as your heart began to pick up its pace as the silence continued. ��Y/N… I’m fine don’t worry I just-“ he cut himself off with as sigh, and the feedback of shuffling and discomfort played in your ears. “Taehyung, I’m here for you. Talk to me” you purr, pulling the phone from your face as the shuffling continued. He sounded in a state of breathlessness and displeasure, a slight hum vibrating your ear as he began. “May I come over? I need you…” he mumbled, barely audible as his voice dropped to a low whisper. Continuing in confusion, you sat up against the headboard, folding your knees to your chest as you frowned in misunderstanding. “Tae-tae has something happened? Have you fallen out with the boys again?” you probed, concerned that he was alone and upset. He’d slept over a few times at your place in the past few weeks as tension was high in their apartment as the bands new single was due for release, however problems had occurred with their company and the deliverance date. Your initial thought was that they had further postponed the public announcements and that the 7 had taken stresses out upon one another- however you were met with disagreement as groaned through the speaker. “No, y/n. i need you” emphasising his words to deliver their suggestive meaning. Discomposed, you shifted from your covers, you hovered by your bedside table as you threw strewn clothes into drawers, the other hand holding the mobile. There was a further second of silence as you rushed to clean your floor to present an order of cleanliness as you nodded mindlessly, grasping the situation. “Oh- me? I mean, you’re welcome around if-“ and with that, the beeping of the phone delivered the end of the call- abruptly concluding your dumbfounded expression.

Your stomach felt uneasy as you sat in waiting, your shirt hanging off your neck as your fingertips fondled with the hem. The sudden nature of the call has left you shaken enough, but the expeditious nature of his arrival startled you. Mind racing, you pictured his face- the soft hair and piercing eyes in which you watched for hours. You had known Tae for some time now, ever since your cousin Namjoon had been made leader of a world famous group. He introduced you almost immediately, knowing you would get along with them all in a similar way he did. However, the unease between the two of you had recently grown after an event the boys had invited you to, in which you had attended as Tae’s guest. He’d held you by his side most of the night, dancing with you and holding your drinks as you mingled with other attendees. You assumed he had been set out with the caring intent by Joon, and thought nothing of it- but now you wondered wether it was his actions in control.

You were unable to concentrate as your doorbell chimed, indicating his arrival- your legs slightly shaking as you anticipated what was next. Hastily you made your way to the porch, unlocking the bolts as your palms grew sticky with anxiety. The rain had caught him, wrapping him in damp as he stood with dripping hair infront of you. His joggers were loose and baggy but highlighted his thighs as he stepped through the door, his white shirt opaque from the downpour. Evident confidence radiating from him the second he made his way through the frame, the dull lighting shadowing his toned torso through his shirt. You stared at him, unsure how to behave as he advanced towards you, the handle locking behind as he pushed it from your reach. “Taehyung..” you whispered, his dripping hand soaking your cheek as he cupped your face, smirking lightly as you pushed yourself into his comfort. “I had a dream, y/n.” he hushed, before sensually tracing to your ear, kissing your neck lightly. “You were on your knees begging for daddy’s cock, baby” he whispered, growling slightly as your heart skipping at his words. Your fingers tingled in a state of disbelief, and you could feel yourself accommodating his kisses as he made his way to your chin. Dipping your head slightly, you pushed your lips against his, hungrily kissing still damp skin as he entangled his arms around your back. They moved to your shoulders as he continued deeper into the kiss, pulling you closer as you whined slightly at the wildness of it all. You felt yourself growing weaker as pushed you to the wall, his hands caressing your breasts as he watched you whine under his touch. You felt yourself growing wet as he watched you, whining slightly as his hand felt for your heat. He lifted the bottom of your shirt up slightly- the only bit of clothing you were wearing. “Oh babygirl, you little slut… you’re not even wearing underwear for me” he rasped, his long fingers extending out over your slit. He collected your juices before teasing your clit, the chill of his fingers sending shivers up your spine causing you to push against the wall. With light circles, he played with your clit, bending slightly to suck your breasts as he did so- his eyes never leaving yours as your neck arched against the stone. You moaned lightly as he took you in his mouth, drawing sweet patterns of bliss across your heat.

You could feel your stomach twisting as he teased your hole, pushing a single finger. Blushing at the noises of arousal your pussy made, he sniggered as you whined for more. He watched you in awe as you clenched your eyes tight, lips parted in a speechless daze- your moans filling the room. Suddenly, his mouth left you, returning back to his towering stance. Wandering eyes caught a glimpse of his buldge, his joggers stretching under the tension. “Get on your knees for me kitten.” he ordered, pushing your shoulders lightly as he slid you down the wall, your thighs finally pressing against your calf’s as you positioned yourself comfortably by his cock. Without a word or a question, you untangled the messy knot at his hips, pulling down his underwear with the pants. His cock was red and desperate, the tip swollen and dripping with his precum. Innocently, you looked up at him with wide eyes, your small hands grasping his shaft as he watched down on your, wrapping his fingers in ribbons of hair. “Suck my cock, babygirl. Just as good as you did in my dream. Can you do that for daddy?” he patiently asked, his tone soft but assertive. You nodded lightly as you kitten licked his tip, cleaning the mess of his arousal and letting it fall to your chin. He groaned at the sight of you, your mouth taking him in as he thrusted forward at the alleviation of tension- your warm mouth meddling his large cock. Picking up your pace, you ran your hand up and down his cock twisting your hand as you did so, your mouth following the action as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat. Burning lungs pushed you further, gagging and chocking on his length as he pulled your hair tighter, low groans and struggled mobs erupting from his plump lips. His cock was swollen in your mouth, pulsating at your speed as saliva hopelessly fell from your mouth onto your shirt. With watering eyes you glanced up at him as he held your head in place, hitting your throat again and again. His moans grew has he clenched you harder, fistfuls of hair pulling you closer and closer. Without warning, he came in your mouth- the warm liquid coating your tongue. He watched you swallow, wincing slightly at the sour taste- smiling down at you. “Are you okay kitten?” He questioned with care, stroking your face softly as your rose to his height. You nodded, cleaning your face with your arm- eyes still streaming.

Swiftly, he pushed you up against the wall again, this time at a raised height. Your crotch was pushing against his waist he kissed you, juices slick on his pale complexion as the thickness of the air radiating desperation. His cock grew hard again as he smothered your neck in hickies, nibbling and biting gently- marking your velvet skin. Breathless and needy, you bucked your hips forward greedily, whining for attention to your heat as arousal dripped down your thighs. “Tae- please I need you in me” you pleaded, sick of the drawn out teasing- causing him to raise an eyebrow in amusement. “No. Who do you need, kitten?” “I- you daddy. I need you daddy please” And with that, following a groan of anticipation, he adjusted his cock to your mid thigh before harshly thrusting into you, the fragile body he held hitting the wall. You shuddered as he filled you up, your walls taking him in despairingly. His pace was fast, and your legs wrapped around his waist to give him permission to go further. He moaned into your mouth as your walls tightened around him, your eyes rolling back as he reached your g spot. “Ther-there” you moaned, pulling at his neck needing, whining as he bounced you against his cock. Repeating the movements precisely, he shifted to hit the spot you needed, groaning as his sweat dripped to your chest. “Fuck kitten you feel so so good. Cum for me” he demanded, his cock twitching for the second time in minutes. Grinding your hips with a sense of urgency, the need to release flooded over you. Knotted strands of hair found themselves stuck to your face and your breasts were pressed against his chest-the slick of his sweat covering your arms. In that moment, you could only focus on his struggling expression; eyes squeezing shut as you came around his cock, the movement of him thrusting in and out of you becoming sensationless as you watched him groan in time to your whines. “Fuck, y/n!” He cried, pulling out to mess your thighs with his warm spill for the second time.

Both of you were coated in a light rind of sweat, your legs coated in both of your arousal. He kissed you softly, placing you back on the floor as he stepped back. Grabbing his shirt from the carpet and sinking to his knees, he gently wiped you clean- pecking them in return. Softened eyes paced your figure, a smile growing upon his face- fingers wrapping around your soft hands. “Why don’t we get you to bed, y/n baby? I’ll try not to wake you again.” He joked, rolling your eyes in return to his remark- “but I wouldn’t mind” you teased, giggling as he brung you closer. “Next time we do this, it’ll be under a different circumstance… I promise” he grinned, mumbling into your hair. A new warmth filled you as he tugged you to his chest, exhaustion replacing the euphoria.

It must have been 4 in the morning when you made it to bed. A low breath hummed in your ear, erupting from the softened lips of the boy next to you amongst the darkness of your bedroom.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[natromanxoff]

Queen live at Forest National in Brussels, Belgium - August 24, 1984

Some parts of the Hammer To Fall promo video were filmed during this show - the camera was filming the audience reactions during TYMD, Radio Ga Ga and Hammer To Fall. On the next day 20 fans from the Dutch fan club were invited to come again to the filming of the promo video.

At the gig, the band asked the audience to return the following day for the shoot. However, most likely assuming it was all a joke, the vast majority stayed away; in fact only a dozen fans turned up. Undeterred, the shoot went ahead anyway, with the band's performance that day interspersed with footage shot the previous night.

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This is the first show of The Works tour.

According to the July '89 issue of Record Collector, Queen ran through about 40 songs during rehearsals. This list of songs rehearsed that didn't end up in the setlist comes from someone who worked on the tour:

Great King Rat (longer version), Brighton Rock (full song), I'm In Love With My Car, Sweet Lady, White Man, We Will Rock You (fast), Play The Game, Need Your Loving Tonight, Put Out The Fire, Las Palabras de Amor, Life Is Real (both Freddie solo piano and Freddie/Brian acoustic duet versions)

The keyboardist for this tour (and also the '86 Magic tour) is session musician Spike Edney. He would also lend some vocals to many songs and play rhythm guitar in Hammer To Fall. He and Roger Taylor would form a band called "The Cross" in 1987 which spawned three albums, and he would return to Queen in the 21st century to play on the tours with Paul Rodgers and Adam Lambert.

Spike was recruited in a very informal way by a Queen associate. He went to Munich for their first rehearsal in early August, wound up partying for most of the first night, and missed the first day's rehearsal. It later transpired that everyone else had. He recalls, "The next day, we all managed to get to it eventually, to the first rehearsal, and all the gear was set up. The stage was huge, and I thought "Oh well, here we go then" and we got to the first song , and what I'd forgotten was that they hadn't actually played together for two years. So they said, OK, let's try one of the new songs, I think it was Radio Ga Ga, and we started playing it, and course, I knew it, I'd been studying it for weeks. You know, 1,2,3,4 and we start and we get about a minute into the song and the whole thing collapses. And they all look at each other, you know, very sheepishly, and they say, "Anyone know how it goes?" and I say "well, actually, I know. I know how it goes" and they said "Ah". And so I started showing them the chords and everything and Fred looked at me and said "You don't know the words, do you?" and "Well, yeah I do actually" so then they all came round the piano and we spent the whole day just going through songs, and I thought, "I'm gonna be all right here, this'll be OK"!"

The show started very late, as the band were still doing soundcheck when they were supposed to go on. Apparently over the previous week there were few occasions when all four band members actually showed up for rehearsal. Many songs (likely those listed above) never made the setlist, and soundcheck was an extensive cramming session, particularly for the older material that they hadn't played in years.

Roger Taylor later reflected that this European tour was one of his favourites, and many fans cite the early Works setlist as their favourite ever played by the band. Three medleys are now played, two of which have revived many old songs: Killer Queen, Seven Seas Of Rhye, Keep Yourself Alive, Liar, Stone Cold Crazy and Great King Rat. Staying Power from Hot Space returns to the set, as does Sheer Heart Attack from News Of The World. Only half of Staying Power is played, and it runs into Dragon Attack, followed by an improvisation running into a more compact version of Now I'm Here compared to previous tours.

Many people who attended shows on this tour recall Queen having a very heavy sound, especially on songs like Liar and Stone Cold Crazy. By 1984 they had gained a reputation as being one of the best live rock acts in the business.

Six songs from The Works are performed each night, and the introduction tape is from the album track "Machines". After the heavy G chords are heard on the tape twice, the band walk on stage in the darkness to play the chords the third time, which leads into the brand new "Tear It Up". This is yet another effective opening to a Queen show, something they would perfect time and time again.

I Want To Break Free is performed each night in 1984-85 as the first encore, with Freddie coming on stage sporting a pair of huge plastic breasts under a pink shirt. Part way through the song, he would remove the breasts and twirl them around for a while before finally throwing them into the audience. Some souvenir! As a result of this gag, Another One Bites The Dust has been moved from the encore to be earlier in the set.

This tour showcases an incredible lighting rig and an overall setup mimics the movie Metropolis, from which scenes were used for the promo video of Radio Ga Ga last year. The huge wheels behind the stage (modelled after the ones on The Works album cover) rotate at mostly random times - usually because they are turned manually by various crew members such as Roger's tech Chris "Crystal" Taylor whenever they have a free moment (Freddie Mercury's assistant Peter Freestone told the tale in 2021):

“Yeah, I mean Rio was… amazing. The feeling from that crowd… you know, something like 350,000 people. Oh, you can’t beat that. And when you’re flying in a helicopter over that crowd, it was stunning. But the thing is, I know this sounds really, really stupid but [laughs]… one thing I will always, always remember from that tour was, remember, in the back of the stage you had these wheels that turned every now and then, not constantly but just every now and then. That was because there was… the guy looking after Roger’s drums and me who actually turned those wheels. And there was no set cue or anything that, “Oh, it has to start on this bar, on this song.” No, it was when he wasn’t doing anything and I wasn’t doing anything, we’d say “Ok, let’s go and do it.” And we turned the wheels for a couple of minutes and then left them alone. He had then to do something for Roger and I would just sit there like I always did. And then you’d go back and you’d turn the wheels, like a hamster. We were like hamsters…”

However, a crew member who worked on the tour recalls otherwise: "I do know local crew members were used on the UK shows and certainly (a number of) European gigs. The other thing is that Radio Ga Ga had a set piece with the cogs and lighting, using low ambient lighting and strobes to emphasise mechanical motion of the cogs during the instrumental break. Would Roger Taylor be happy with no one covering him/his kit during a show? Possibly Peter Freestone is remembering production rehearsals when any spare bodies might have been asked to operate the cogs?"

During vocal improvisations on this tour, Freddie would often include bits of "Foolin' Around" and "Living On My Own" from his pending first solo album, which he had been working on during this period.

Freddie now plays a Telecaster for Crazy Little Thing Called Love. It would remain like this through the Magic tour.

The band no longer bring a gong with them on the road. Roger now does a cymbal roll at the end of Bohemian Rhapsody.

A fan recalls hearing the band running through Tear It Up whilst queuing up to enter the venue.

Freddie's voice is in superb shape for this show, but it will quickly weaken as the tour progresses. As incredible as Freddie Mercury was, he certainly did not take care of his voice at times, especially in the mid-80s. After a couple years of heavy smoking, Freddie's voice now sounds a lot deeper and raspier overall.

Before It's A Hard Life, Freddie says, "I think tonight we're gonna do songs from just about every album that we've ever made. You heard some very early stuff from the first album. Right now I think we're gonna do something very new, and we'll see what you think of it."

Freddie does a vocal exchange with the audience before Staying Power, singing "Get Down Make Love" and "Gimme Some Lovin" a few times. The band would improvise bits of the latter a couple times in 1986.

This is the only show on the entire Works tour where Roger plays regular acoustic drums on Another One Bites The Dust (before which Freddie teases the audience with a bit of Mustapha). For the rest of the tour, he'd play electronic drums. He'd also integrate the electronic drum kit into a few other songs, like at the beginning of Hammer To Fall, where one might argue that his sounds don't appropriately complement the guitar to create the intense, heavy sound.

The band sound very tight on this opening night of the tour, with the only exception being the rough transition from Stone Cold Crazy to Great King Rat. The keyboard and guitar solos are integrated together for the first few shows of the tour, during which Brian plays a few bits from Machines. Spike Edney uses his vocoder (a Roland VP-330) for the "machines" and "back to humans" lines heard throughout the tour during this spot (he would use his vocoder for the "radio" lines in Radio Ga Ga as well). After this segment, Brian then gets a few minutes to play on his own as usual.

Parts of the promo video for Hammer To Fall were filmed during this show. Claims from some (even official) sources state that Freddie invited the audience back for (what would actually be "additional") filming the following day aren't true. Here is all that Freddie had to say before the song: "This next song we're gonna use in our next video. So everybody just go mad and maybe later you'll see one of you guys inside the video one day. Oh, just go crazy, take your clothes off. It's called Hammer To Fall." After the song, he simply says, "Good night, you guys!" as that was the last song of the set.

Here is a fan's recollection: "On the night of the gig, there was a camera mounted on an arm that would swing over the front rows of the audience during a few songs. These audience shots were taken during Tie Your Mother Down, Radio Ga Ga, and Hammer To Fall itself. I guess they also had a camera up in the box at the back of the hall [as there are a few shots of both the audience and the band]. I don't remember any cameras onstage during the gig - just the one mounted on the arm."

The Dutch fan club invited only about twenty of its members to attend the video shoot the next day. They were instructed by a roadie to sit quietly on a chair and not to move or approach the band members. After a few hours, Brian came over and had a chat with them, checking to see if they were enjoying themselves and if they were hungry. He then promptly ordered them some take-out!

A minute of Tie Your Mother Down from this show was later broadcast on the Belgian TV station "RTBF" (x) (x). An audience-shot video allegedly exists as well, containing five songs.

After years of speculation, the existence of more footage from this show was proven when bits of it were included in the promo video for Let Me In Your Heart Again in 2014. About 30 seconds of Somebody To Love (largely crowd shots) were seen. There is, however, no accompanying audio. (x)

The first photo is from the autumn 1984 Queen fan club magazine. Brian is seen with a watchful eye over the proceedings. Tour manager Gerry Stickells and his wife are also in the shot.

Pics 2 through 6 were submitted by Alessio Rizzitelli, and the seventh pic was taken by Dave Matkin.

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[blu-joons]

DATING TVXQ A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Shim Changmin

A ⇴ AFFECTION 

His height meant Changmin was a great hugger with you. He’d bundle you tightly in his arms and make you feel tiny against his chest. He’d always rest over you and make sure that he emphasised the height difference between you both too.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING 

You ended up dropping your bag as you were walking one afternoon when a figure knelt down to help pick up your items. When you came face to face with Changmin, your stomach instantly dropped as you were drawn to his smile and his eyes. He quickly introduced yourself as you thanked him for helping you out.

C ⇴ CONFESSION 

It took quite a while for Changmin to feel confident enough to confess to you, he knew he had to be sure that you were happy and willing to take on his crazy world and do it with a smile on your face. He was at an age where if he started a relationship, he was in it for the long run, so it was only when he was sure that he could see a future with you as well, did he finally decide the time was right to confess to you.

D ⇴ DATES 

Changmin’s a huge movie buff, and so many of your dates will often involve films. Some nights the two of you will head to the movies with far too much popcorn in your hands to watch the new release that has just come out. Other times you’ll lay in bed and watch a movie once he comes home from his schedule to help the two of you wind down before bed. But your favourite time with movies is when the two of you have days off, making yourselves comfortable in the living room and having a marathon of all your favourites.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE 

Being so focused on his career for so many years, Changmin had very little experience when it came to dating, although he loved to tell you about his scandal with Minho all the time. When he first told you about how the media mistook Minho for a girl in his company at Yunho’s solo concert, you definitely saw the funny side. Even now, you often reminded Changmin that he’d made a girl, Minho, very happy before and so there was no doubt in your mind that he was also going to make you a very happy girl too.

F ⇴ FIGHTING 

Changmin is very much like a ticking time bomb when it comes to arguments, he doesn’t get mad often, he’s usually very good at holding his temper and biting his tongue. However, as his frustrations begin to build and his tongue swells from how long he’s bitten down on it, he’ll eventually find himself keeping up a storm and letting go of all of his frustrations. It’s definitely a shock to you when his temper finally blows, but you can only sit back and let him get everything off his chest. Once he’s done, and calm, he’ll apologise of course, and promise to try and keep himself better composed the next time you argue.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY 

Introducing you to his two sisters spelt out trouble for Changmin, the three of you often ganged up on him and bonded over all of the stories that you had to share about him. Whilst Changmin loved that you three got on so well, he definitely didn’t enjoy being embarrassed by the three of you time and time again.

H ⇴ HOME 

He was quite keen to move you into his home after a few months in your relationship. Whilst he liked his own space and his apartment, he would never say no to having someone else there to enjoy the space with him. He made several changes to his apartment too to make sure that it felt like your home as well.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU” 

Changmin was the first one of the two of you to say, ‘I love you,’ after you surprised him at a TVXQ show. He was overwhelmed to say the least to see you stood before him that the words came from his mouth before he even had chance to think. You were surprised momentarily, before assuring him that you felt the same.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY 

When he was younger Changmin would have probably got jealous, but as he’d got older and matured, jealousy is a feeling he fails to feel anymore. He trusts you and those around you, knowing that you’d never do anything to make him jealous anyway. He’s adult enough too that it he does feel himself getting jealous, then he’ll talk it out with you. There are times when he’s most definitely protective of you, but he definitely wouldn’t stretch as far to say that it’s jealousy, because he knows full well that you can handle yourself too.

K ⇴ KIDS 

Changmin definitely sees himself having a future with you, otherwise he would’ve never started your relationship. Whilst he doesn’t want to rush things too much, he’s open and honest with you about the fact that he sees children in his future. He wants to be the family man, even if he’s an idol, despite the stereotypes around it, he fails to see why he can’t live out both of his dreams and do it to the best of his ability.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Whilst he’s not someone loud and outlandish, Changmin still tries to be a big enough character to make sure that the smile is on your face. You know that he’s not someone that feels the need to try desperately hard to be funny, so instead you learn to laugh and love with the many other fascinating qualities that Changmin has instead. You appreciate his kindness and how much he cares for you a lot more than you focus on his ability to make you laugh. Regardless of how funny he may or not be, you always have a smile on your face whenever you’re in his company, and that’s what is most important to you both.

M ⇴ MISSING 

Despite the many years he’s spent touring the world, missing the one that he loves really does take it out of Changmin. He’s someone that doesn’t want others to see him sad, so he’ll often head back to his hotel room whenever he can feel himself beginning to miss you and get through it alone. Yunho had definitely learnt over the years too how to help Changmin deal with the feeling of missing you. Whilst he can often tell when Changmin has been getting teary, he’ll try not to show it, and so Yunho won’t bring it up. He’ll simply try his hardest to make Changmin smile and distract him from you as best as he can.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He loves nicknames that he’s heard in the movies, things like ‘darling,’ which are repeated again and again are his favourite nicknames for you. Anything he knows will make you smile is good as far as Changmin is concerned.

O ⇴ OBSESSION 

Changmin is obsessed with your huge heart, he loves feeling loved, but most of all, he loves the kindness and the care that you have for him, always.

P ⇴ PDA 

The biggest thing for Changmin is that you’re safe with him, so his affection in public will usually be to make sure that you feel happy at his side. He’s spent many years in the public eye, he knows how things can be, so no matter the situation, he’s always on top of things and making sure you’re protected under his touch.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS 

He loved to get deep with you and ask you pressing questions of the worlds. He had a lot of thoughts that he’d share with you, but he’d love to hear all of your thoughts too on all of the random things of the world.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS 

You very much ended up as the fourth part of his drinking trio with Minho and Kyuhyun, they loved inviting you out to their drinking events with them and try to get you as drunk as possible. Whilst Changmin would be a little bit more careful, the other two could constantly pass you soju bottles, knowing full well that if you got too drunk that it would be Changmin looking after you and they didn’t have to worry about a thing.

S ⇴ SEX 

The number one priority as far as Changmin is concerned is always you. He’s full of love and passion when it comes to you and making sure that you feel loved by him too. He takes his time with you, he’s never one to rush into anything, paying close attention to small details and little things that he knows you like. If there’s one thing that can be guaranteed with Changmin, it’s that he always leaves you feeling on top of the world.

T ⇴ TEXTS 

He would get in contact with you often, but Changmin much preferred to call than text you. The sound of your voice was comforting, and he could also tell how you were really doing by the tone of your voice rather than just a text.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE 

The thing that Changmin always valued the most from being with you was the support that you always gave him. You never once complained, but instead you were the first one there to cheer him on in anything that he did.

V ⇴ VACATION 

Whenever he went on tour, Changmin always made sure to note down his favourite places so that he could take you there one day and show you around some new cities. So, when he finally got the chance to take you away, he made sure to revisit the places he knew you’d adore and create plenty of memories with you.

W ⇴ WHINING 

Changmin was far too mature to whine if he wanted something, he was patient with you and always obliging to wait for your time.

X ⇴ XXXXX 

His favourite spot to kiss was always against the top of your head, Changmin loved to use his height to his advantage when he was kissing you. If he wasn’t snatching against your forehead, then he’d be leaning down and pressing a kiss against your cheek. He loves making it difficult for you to kiss him, nothing makes him happier than knowing you’re up on your tiptoes just so that you’re at the height to be able to kiss him.

Y ⇴ YOU 

You were his best friend, the one person that he always wanted to be around.

Z ⇴ ZZZ 

Most nights you end up falling asleep listening to Changmin sleep talk beside you. Whilst he’ll often argue otherwise, you lay up and listen closely, making sure to record it when you can so he has no room for argument the following morning when you’re exhausted.

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Masterlist

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Fireworks

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g - fluff

p - mingi × reader

w.c - 1.1k

t.w - none

c - starting the day off as friends and ending it as more, amusement park, night walks, laughter, artsy stuff, and fireworks.

a.n - happy birthday our cutest lil giant mingi 💖 this one's close to my heart because it's written based off a day i would want to return back to, except my day had no romance involved sjjsjs (p.s i took those pictures that day)

also i recommend listening to fever by ateez while you read this, the lyrics don't fit but i think the vibe of the song fits this well.

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This moment you're sharing with your friend, you're sure you wouldn't be able to remember it clearly down the road because it barely feels real even right now. You and Mingi walk side by side, each holding a slushie from the convenience store outside the theme park. Every few minutes either one of you would lose strength in your legs from laughing so hardly, stumbling away to the side as the other grips onto their wrist to reel them back in. It's a blur what exactly the both of you were laughing at.

Maybe you had just reminded Mingi how scared he looked on the rollercoaster, his eyes and mouth wide open in the picture taken. You wished you had bought a copy of it, but it was too overpriced. It's okay though, you appreciate it a little more when you don't have it anyways. Or maybe he had just teased you because your voice had cracked while you were screaming during a drop in one of the many rides you took today. Either way, you're glad that most people opted to take the train back to the nearby mall instead of walking back. The both of you didn't have to suppress your laughter or worry about disturbing someone else's supposed calm night.

"Hey," Mingi barely manages to say, breath still heavy as his cheeks start to relax. He points to the store on the right and asks, "can we do that?" Mingi sips on his drink as he waits earnestly for your reply, staring at you as you squint to see what it was about. It was one of those peelable glass deco painting stores (was that even what it's called?) with the mini pastel coloured stools and tables shorter than your knees when you sit. It was obviously meant for children, but whatever, right?

"Oh my god, yes!" You replied, slapping Mingi's arm repeatedly out of excitement, already running towards the store before he could even process your answer. He shakes his head in amusement as he watched you swing the glass door open, a chuckle falling from his lips. You turn back to wave at him to hurry up and he half jogs towards you, a grin on his face.

"Let's do the butterfly," Mingi suggests and you nod your head without hesitation. The lady running the store had told you that she was closing up soon and you didn't want to be a hassle since it was only the two of you there. You didn't mind any of the designs anyways. He reaches out to take the template and pays for it as you go to sit yourself at the ridiculously tiny tables, organising all the little tubes of colours in front of you.

"You take the left side," you said, your tongue peeking out slightly from between your teeth as you picked out the colours for your side of the butterfly wings.

"Yes, boss," Mingi teased as he pulled the stool far out from the table so that he could have sufficient leg space. It was quite endearing to see a six foot tall grown man trying to use furniture meant for young children almost half his size. Mingi thought you looked adorable too.

You never expected the both of you to sit down and focus on making the butterfly look pretty, you had seen this coming — Mingi purposely dripping different colours into your butterfly wings and calling it an accident with you nudging his arm to get him to stop colouring out of line. There was so much playful bickering and snickers that you almost missed the sound of fireworks going off in the distance.

"Wait, do you hear that?"

Mingi stops another attempt to ruin your side of the butterfly, trying to listen out for what you had heard. When he hears the familiar booms and crackles, he looks at you with widened eyes, "fireworks!" The both of you snap your heads towards the window, hearts racing. From your angle, you could barely see anything, only catching sight of the sparks fading out in the night sky. You've never seen Mingi get up so fast, his hands already extended to help you up, and you take it. "Sorry! We'll be back soon!" Mingi shouts out as the both of you ran out of the store hand in hand.

"Mingi, let's go up!" You tugged his hand, gesturing to the lighted stairs. Not wasting another second, you and Mingi ran up the stairs with all your energy left for the day. By the time you reached the second floor, the last firework had just gone off. It was still pretty though. "Aw man….this is still... kind of….romantic though," you pant, gripping tightly onto Mingi's arm for support.

Mingi hums in agreement as he tries to catch his breath too, his eyes turning to look at you as the firework finished fading out. He almost gasped out loud from how breathtaking you looked right at that moment. He has always found you to be beautiful but there was something about the way the lights on the floor gave your face a warm glow, the way your eyes twinkled as you watched the sky. He thinks you're prettier than the fireworks.

"If only we could come here with our lovers," you sighed softly before turning to look at Mingi, finding that he had been staring at you all this while. You just smile at him, not reading too much into it. If only you knew how much your smile affected him.

If only Mingi knew how hard it was for you to maintain this eye contact right now. Your heart was beating so hard you were afraid he could hear it in this silence.

"Can I be yours then?" Mingi asked softly, his eyes shaking ever so lightly as he awaited your response. You feel his muscles tensing up under your grip, his lips still slightly parted, though you were pretty sure he was holding onto his breath. But so were you.

There were so many things you wanted to tell Mingi right now, but the words were stuck in your throat, the tightness holding it back. Afraid that Mingi was going to think that his feelings weren't reciprocated, you quickly went in for a hug, knocking Mingi back a little in the process. You nodded your head repeatedly as you hid your flushed face from him, too flustered to do anything else.

You don't see it but Mingi burst into a smile, his eyes crinkling up as his teeth were on full display, relieved and on cloud nine. "Then, let's go back to our amazing artwork," Mingi reminded, sarcastically emphasising on the 'amazing' before he says the next few words that made your knees go weak.

"My little butterfly."

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010. Heady [FFXIVwrite2021]

His voice comes over the Linkpearl unexpectedly.

"A-Aquila......Father is here...I don't know what to do; he's standing right outside Calcifer.....what do I do?" He says in a slightly panicked tone.

"You stay the fuck in the lab and let me deal with him," she replies immediately.

She's given a timid reply, "Ok...."

"Once some ground rules are out, I'll let you know," she explains to him. "But he gets to find out all the ways he will die if he messes with you."

His voice pitches upward a little as he asks, "A-are you bringing Leth? Rolno? Locke? any kind of backup?"

"Locke's still recovering, Rolno's about to get laid, and Leth got shanked earlier," she explains calmly. "Besides, I don't NEED back up now, thanks to Merrick."

Sounding more than just a little concerned, he murmurs, "Alright..."

Their father takes a sip from the cup in front of him as she arrives. Upon seeing him, she draws her blade, assuming the same stance that the former Blade who owned it used.

"...what are you doing here?" she asks coldly.

The man, without looking up, speaks - his cold, nearly monotone, and emotionless voice carries over the wind.

"Is that any way to address your Father? Daughter of mine, I taught you better."

He finally stands up and brushes himself off, and faces her fully, his hands neatly folded behind his back. His eyes looked down at the sword, then back to her; a slightly raised eyebrow was the only indication that he had acknowledged the weapon.

"You PROGRAMMED me - you didn't teach," she corrects him harshly, not taking well to him using that particular phrase. "Not that such'll save you anymore. One of your little projects saw to that."

The man tilts his head. "Oh?"

"Yeah. C-04-01B. Merrick. Somehow, you managed to make him even more monstrous than yourself," she retorts sharply, blade still ready to strike. "Again. Why. Are. YOU. Here."

Her father seems lost in thought for a moment.

"Interesting, I was sure I destroyed him when he malfunctioned.....I suppose he must have found an escape and has since degraded since his creation," He did not seem too concerned with the escaped Clone. "It took me quite a while to find you and Liocyon; I've come to bring you home....seeing as you failed to even do that."

"Spoilers: We're not going, and you've lost the power to make us," she immediately slings at him, still debating on just attacking him. "It was NEVER in the plan to go back, especially after finding out why Lio left."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he replies, "These antics of yours are growing tiresome, my child."

"You created them at the end of the day," she points out. "I'm pretty sure you were entirely aware of how trying to enslave me was gonna work out."

She's given what passes for an incredulous look by her father as he echoes, "Enslave? is that what you think I was doing?"

This finally breaks from her calm tone of voice.

"Septimus is DEAD because of what you did!" she shouts at him, giving him a gaze that likely has made some random primal rollover disturbed in their sleep. "YOU should be the dead one."

He gave the barest hint of emotion at the mention of Septimus's name; his eyes seemed to soften just slightly.

"What happened to your brother....was a tragedy," He said in a slightly softer tone, "Believe me when I say....that I grieved with the rest of you."

"If that's fucking so, why did you even programme me to kill our family!" she shouts; for the moment, the last vestiges of the conditioning can't fight past her seething rage. "I nearly killed LIO because of your bullshit!"

The almost emotionless state returns the response, "Better to die at the hands of a family member than one of these barbarians."

"If not for these 'savages', Merrick would have succeeded. You're only dealing with me because they rescued me," she retorts hotly, clearly provoked by his words. "If not for them, Lio would be dead. Because that's Merrick's goal - to replace my brother."

This actually gives her father pause before he brushes the information off again.

"That clone is delusional; I never made him for that purpose, for replacing Lio."

"Intent or not, that's what's going on, Father," she counters, the last word sounding like pure venom. "You've created one hell of a mess. He's MURDERED dozens of people - 'savage' and Garlean alike."

Her father furrows his brow as he flatly states, "A pity but hardly my problem or my concern."

"Oh?" she slowly lowers Talekeeper, assuming her...perceived lack of a stance. "Actually, it is. And you're going to fix it."

She's given what passes for a quizzical look as he states, "There is nothing to fix."

"Yeah. There is. Put on that damned monocle and LOOK," she orders him. "There's something only you can repair. It's the only reason you're not dead."

Without bothering to do as asked, he questions, "And what is that?"

"I have an aetherpool. Two pre-teen kids worth of aether. Enough to use aether," she explains to him, like he's five, "but not enough to dispatch your monster."

He makes a motion for her to continue, seeming undisturbed by this news, and she sighs a little.

"I...need you to finish what he attempted. So that I can eliminate the threat he poses to Liocyon," she explains, voice returning to that sort of mimicry of his own. "But don't think I won't stab you, somewhere non-fatal, if you do ANYTHING to Lio."

The man quirks his brow. "You want me to...expand your limited aetherpool?"

She nods at Cicero, "Yup."

"If this conversation had happened a few years ago, I would say it's impossible...." he ruminates before stating, "as it stands, I think I have knowledge and capability to do as you ask; there is one hiccup, though."

Her eyes narrow at him.

"Hiccup? The fact your lab in the Capital can't be accessed?" she asks him.

The man's lips form a thin smile as he gives what might be a mock-praise, "What a smart girl you are."

She smirks a little at that.

"Smart enough to know how to get all your equipment out," she almost teases him.

"Not only my lab equipment but my research notes..." he emphasises, "unless you have a team willing to infiltrate Empire territory and access my lab."

"Pfft. We HAVE your notes already. Tana grabbed every tomestone that wasn't nailed down when she left," she explains to him. "What we don't have, currently, is any of your equipment or anything close enough to it. All that shit here is Sharlayan."

He shrugs and continues, "If you can bring me my equipment, I can work on your little request...I have a condition, though."

She rolls her eyes faintly. "Because, of course, you do."

"I want to see Liocyon."

"And I have conditions on that," she retorts immediately, voice razor-sharp. "You do ANYTHING harmful to him; I will make you regret it. Slowly."

"To the pain."

With a faint sigh and a small wave of his hand, he agrees, "Your theatrics are noted. I assume he is inside that......establishment."

She nods once.

"Yeah, but Calficer's more likely to kill you than let you in," she somewhat smugly points out. "I can go get him, though."

He makes a motion, "By all means."

She decides to prove a point before such. Without warning, she blinks into the Lifestream only to reappear with her sword right across Cicero's neck, edge gently touching such - enough to leave an extremely thin red mark but not enough to cut deeply.

"Just remember my conditions, "Father," she states before blinking again, displacing back to where she was before turning to get Lio. Talekeeper stays out.

Her father seems unphased by the threat "Noted."

She enters the House of Mystery, looking to her pacing brother immediately. "He's aware of the conditions."

Her twin turns paler shade. "He's not g-gone?"

"Nope. We've a little arrangement. He's allowed to speak to you, so long as he doesn't do anything shitty," she explains to her twin. "If he does ANYTHING harmful, I'm corps-a-corps'ing his dick."

He takes a deep breath, his body trembling slightly.

"Alright..." he says weakly. "Ok...just....stay with me, please."

She nods at Lio, grinning. "He can't stop me anymore," she reminds Lio, "so I'll be right beside you unless I have to suddenly castrate him."

Her reflection nods before looking to the door. "Alright then..."

Aquila Aurelius returns with Lio in tow, the rapier still out and perhaps at the ready. Her lack of stance is maddening to anyone who knows how to sword fight.

After they exit the house, her brother stands behind her. "H-hello F-Father...." *He says weakly, his eyes looking towards the ground.*

Cicero Aurelius would calmly watch his daughter and son exit the building, a small smile turning the corner of his lip* "Liocyon....you've changed quite a bit since I last saw you, have you finally embraced science?"

She mutters, "...wears the coat better than you ever did..."

Her twin looks over at her before looking back to his father, trying to explain himself, "I have...it was...it was required, someone needed it..."

Their father looks over to her for a moment before looking back to Lio and nodding.

"Good, good..." He takes a few steps forward as he speaks, "You look so much like your mother....she wanted to be here, you know.."

She glares at him at the mention of their mother, despite the accuracy. "Then why isn't she?" she retorts sharply.

Their father gives her a look as he answers, "It is unsafe for us outside of the safehouse."

Her twin takes a step forward as he eagerly asks, "Mother is here? what about the others?"

She moves her blade between her reflection and their father.

"Ah ah ah," she notes to their father. "And who the fuck's fault is it that she's not safe?"

"The fool that sits on the throne now," the man said simply. "He turned our country into a damn cult."

This causes her blade to focus on their father again, pointed aimed right at his throat as she retorts, "Nah. YOU made it, so none of us are safe outside the estate."

Shaking his head, the man intones, "Everything I did was to make it safe for you and Liocyon."

Her brother gently places his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her, softly murmuring, "Aquila.."

Reluctantly, she drops the sword away from their father's throat, though Talekeeper remains out.

"I don't think experimenting on your own kids and turning them into monsters is really for the best," she points out with a huff.

"Perhaps one day you will understand what I was trying to do,"

their father sighs, "In any case, fine....bring me my equipment, and I will expand your aetherpool...after that, perhaps we can sit down and discuss things as adults?"

Her twin looks between her and their father, moving closer to his sister.

She shakes her head at her brother a little bit.

"...he wasn't supposed to know that, but...fine," she concedes, looking at their father before adding, "...but the conditions stand, even then."

For his part, the man makes a mock 'oops' face as he flippantly states, "My mistake, but fine."

"...I have a shorter blade that I can use," she points out. "Won't kill you, but it'll hurt."

Their father waves his hand as he mocks, "Yes, yes, you're threats are noted...I will take my leave; contact me as soon as you have my equipment."

She nods once, Talekeeper remaining out until he's well and gone.

"Yeah, sure. Say hi to mum for us," she quips.

The man looks back at Lio. "It was.....good to see you again, son."

Her reflection nods as he murmurs, "Father..."

In a flat tone, as he turns, their father states, "Aquila."

"Father."

((Adapted from an RP with Liocyon.))

[kiruuuuu]

It seems you’re not alone in this notion, anon, which continues to baffle yet delight me! Thank you, and because you’re such a darling (and honestly, all Doc/Lion shippers I’ve come across are), have a snippet about Doc catching Lion sleep :) Please enjoy 💙 (Rating G, fluff, ~1.3k words)

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The first time Doc catches him, the sight triggers an uncomfortable rush of anger. Uncomfortable partly because he’s still not used to encountering this demon of his past on a regular basis; uncomfortable because a person sleeping this peacefully shouldn’t evoke this kind of emotion; uncomfortable because of its intensity.

Still, the fury rages inside him – they’re at work, what is he thinking? Doc hasn’t slept more than four hours each night, ever since they flew out to that cursed town in the middle absolutely nowhere, so how dare he. How dare he. Is he not taking his position in Rainbow seriously? If this is representative of his work ethic, he never should’ve made it this far.

And maybe his ire is tinged with envy, just a little bit, the green parasite poking out its ugly head. Sleep without nightmares is a luxury Doc is too busy to afford, though it seems Lion splurged without leaving enough for his co-workers. Doc would give a limb to be able to nap like this.

His thoughts race through his mind in less than seconds, and to an outsider it must look like there’s no hesitation between Doc spotting his colleague and mercilessly slamming down the files in his hand with a loud bang.

Doc’s fury rumbles, appeased, at the way Lion jumps, jolts awake, blinks at him blearily and disoriented.

“We’ve got work to do”, Doc announces, pulls the creakiest chair closer and feels most of his wrath dissipate at Lion’s wince. Not all, but most.

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The second time happens months later. Doc is bustling about, sorting and tidying, when he barges into the supply closet. It’s small enough for three people to be a tight fit, the walls lined with spotless shelves which Doc keeps well-stocked and well-documented, the contents at any point fully accounted for and providing for daily use as well as most medical emergencies.

In between them, draped over rather than sitting on the cosiest office chair Rainbow has to offer, rests Lion. His head is tilted back over the slightly-too-short backrest, his lips parted and his breaths measured and calm. A while ago, Doc would’ve marvelled at the fact that he hasn’t woken up despite Doc’s ruckus, but now he’s got more information.

He always sleeps during his lunch break, Montagne told him and the slight reproach in his voice stung. Never longer than he’s meant to. I don’t think he eats at all.

There’s more Doc absorbed from the grapevine – problematic neighbours, difficulty sleeping (and doesn’t that sound familiar), overwhelming fatigue. Once he realised he didn’t only interrupt a perfectly legitimate nap that day, but also dragged Lion back to work by cutting his break short, he toyed with the idea of apologising. After all, Doc wants to be the bigger man, wants to mend bridges rather than burn them. But even though interacting with Lion has become gradually less awkward, he’d feel too weird bringing something up from weeks ago.

Instead, he’s been tolerant of Lion’s habit. Hasn’t asked him to join them for lunch, knowing he’d decline anyway, stopped looking for him, didn’t dig to catch Lion in the act once more. This, however, is a coincidence: their breaks usually line up, unless one of them is needed urgently, so Doc roaming around the medical office during normal break time happens seldom enough.

Lion’s eyelashes fan out over his cheeks and there’s a strand of hair sticking up. He looks like his muscles will be sore from how he’s perched on the chair, arms crossed, defiant even in sleep.

By now, Doc has forgotten why he came here in the first place. All his mind focuses on is how Lion’s shirt is untucked, the collar askew a little. His fingers itch to fix it.

Quietly, he closes the door behind him and is suddenly glad nobody is there to watch his emotions fight it out on his face. In the end, he pulls himself together with a sharp shake of the head, puts down the box he was holding and heads out for a late lunch break.

Before he leaves, he sets down the sandwich he made this morning on Lion’s desk.

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The third time, it’s not during Lion’s lunch break at all.

Instead, it’s in the rental Doc’s driving back to their temporary headquarters. Lion in the passenger seat, starting out by hunting the orange street lights with his eyes and either humming along to the music to keep himself awake or compare his findings with Doc. He voluntarily surrendered the privilege to drive, stating he doesn’t trust himself to drive straight. It seems his evaluation was correct – he’s snoring softly by the time Doc parks them next to the unassuming-looking building Harry has chosen as their base of operation.

It’s six in the morning and neither of them has slept for almost two days now – no time, not with how many civilians needed first aid, not with how many hostages were injured. Their time and efforts proved fruitful, at least, and they’re convinced certain patterns, pieces of evidence, some testimonies will aid them in their search. This is why they’re here: to report to Harry and Thatcher so they can act on it, set the machine in motion.

Lion’s forehead is pressed against the cool window. He’s too tall for the tiny car they’ve been given, his limbs sticking out at odd angles, and yet he found sleep. He looks calmer than Doc has ever witnessed him to be awake, usually too high-strung, attentive, careful not to make any errors. Like he knows he’ll be judged harsher for them than Doc would be.

Maybe it’s unfair.

No, Doc knows it to be unfair. This isn’t their first cooperation in the past year, not their first all-nighter. Lion is diligent and complements Doc well, once they look past their incompatibilities – Doc acts with heart and Lion with logic. The biggest difference to… before is that they now strive to find compromises instead of insisting on their own way of doing things.

He kills the engine. The doors lock with a satisfying click and Doc slides lower on the driver’s seat, closing his eyes. Thatcher won’t be back before half six anyway.

The next time his eyelids slide open, it’s suddenly much brighter outside. A noise woke him, a rustling of clothes and joints popping. He looks over at Lion who’s regarding him with a puzzled expression. “Did you -”, Lion starts to ask and Doc merely sighs tiredly and stretches as an answer.

“Half six”, he reads out from his wristwatch, “on the dot.”

Lion suppresses a yawn almost guiltily, as if he felt bad for falling asleep. As if he didn’t just watch Doc wake up himself.

“Let’s head inside.”

And if he’s not mistaken, that was a rare smile on Lion’s face.

.

The next time could’ve been a still from a film noir, an old one, one Doc could re-watch endlessly.

Light falling into the room illuminates the bed sharply, reflects on the sheets and creates an oasis in the darkness of night. The broad strip cuts the mattress diagonally, emphasising the relief of a face so familiar to Doc’s eyes. To his hands. The nose throws a dramatic shadow, the pretty cheekbones catch the light, the fair hair shines brightly.

He could stand here and watch forever, wait until Lion has sunken back into a deep sleep, wait until his eyes flit to and fro below their lids, wait until the sun paints a more natural picture, a softer one. Though it’d be just as flattering as this.

But it’s late and exhaustion threatens to drag him to the floor, so Doc flicks the switch, bathing everything in darkness once again. He undresses blindly and slips under the covers, hoping for body warmth to embrace him, but is graced with more: strong arms wrap around him and pull him close.

Recently, Lion has stopped taking naps during the day. He says he doesn’t need them.