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[ivonhart]

love and war | wrecker x fem twi'lek!reader

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summary: The love you shared was one of wide smiles and flushed cheeks. The love that made your heart grow twofold to the point it ached. The love that made one believe in soulmates. But with this love came war. War to survive in such a harsh world. War to ensure that the light of love would not be snuffed out by the growing darkness throughout the galaxy. War to simply…find peace.

It had been the middle of the day, almost two or three months since they first came to Pabu, when you saw Wrecker scurry his way towards your shop with a wide smile. “He’s here!” Was all that left his mouth before he took you by your hand and pulled you towards the top of the island.

You followed with loud giggles at his excitement. The previous night, Wrecker spoke about his brother, Echo, who sent them a com saying he was going to come to Pabu. You knew how much Wrecker loved his brothers, but seeing first hand how excited he was to see Echo again made your heart swell. “Slow down, Wrecker!” You said in between laughs. “I can only go so fast!”

When you finally reached the summit you saw Omega in the arms of a clone that sported cybernetic parts. But, his most noticeable feature was his ice-white skin and slightly sunken face. Years of trauma from the war were etched into his body till the end of time…yet he still held a small smile as he embraced the young girl. “ECHO!” Wrecker's booming voice almost shook the earth and in a split second, Echo was lifted from the ground in a bear hug whilst Wrecker laughed.

You ruffed Omega’s hair as you walked past her towards the two clones with a large smile. “Welcome to Pabu, Echo.” You said while you watched Wrecker put him down so he could greet you.

The pale clone turned to you with a small, polite smile. “So you’re the one Wrecker kept messaging me about.” A sudden cough escaped Wrecker’s mouth as he looked towards his brother with wide eyes and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth. “I must say…you are much prettier than he described.”

“Alright, Echo! We have stuff to discuss, right?” Wrecker shouted with a nervous tone, slapping his large hands together as he spoke. You smiled at Echo who sent a knowing wink your way before the clones followed Tech. Your cheeks burning hotter than the Pabu sun as they did.

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That night Hunter and Echo watched as Wrecker chased Omega and Lyana around the island's main tree at the top of the mountain. Even with Hunter speaking to Echo, the former ARC trooper saw the way your eyes never failed to leave Wrecker’s figure as he ran around the tree you sat at the base of.

“So…what’s going on with Wrecker and the Twi’lek?” Hunter couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left his mouth at the sudden topic change. The clone followed Echo’s eye line to see you now hovering over their brother after he face planted right in front of you.

Even from the distance they could hear your sweet giggles as you checked if he was alright. “It’s safe to say they are both smitten with each other. She’s good for him and I have a feeling he’s good for her.” Echo hummed in understanding before they got the comm from Tech.

You felt as though you weren’t able to breathe from how hard you were laughing. Just moments ago, as Wrecker rounded the tree for the millionth time, his foot caught on one of the large roots which resulted in the large man to tumble right in front of you. You could’ve swore a small dust cloud puffed around him at the impact. “W-Wre-Wrecker…”

Your words came out between a fit of giggles as the man rolled himself over with a large huff. Both Omega and Lyana pulled at parts of his armor to help him in the process. Loud giggles leaving their lips as they did. You couldn’t even sit up straight anymore from the severity of your laughter, causing you to fall into the tree as tears filled your eyes.

The whole time during this, Wrecker never took his eyes off you. It was as if he was trying to engrave the scene before him into his memory. The woman he’s grown so enamored with…unable to speak due to the joy he brought her. It created a feeling in his chest he would constantly strive to feel again each and everyday till that moment on. Almost a sense of pride that he was able to make you so happy.

After a minute or so you were finally able to calm down and sat up once more to look back down at Wrecker, who was still on his back with Omega and Lyana sitting close by, talking amongst themselves now. “Are you okay?” You asked with a bright smile. The man simply hummed with a smile that matched yours. “I’m always okay with you.”

Heat exploded across your cheeks as you dropped your head to the side, shielding your eyes with your head-tails in the process. Unbeknownst to you, one of your lekku tips was inching its way towards Wrecker fingers that laid mere inches from your own hand. The sudden call to Wrecker from Hunter popped the bubble of tranquility the two of you found yourselves in, causing your lekku to curl away.

Omega was already rushing her way towards her big brother whilst Lyana bid farewell for the night. With a quick clearing of Wrecker’s throat he shot up to his feet before helping you stand. Wrecker's large hand engulfed your smaller one as he helped you rise. He stared deep into your eyes as he spoke. “I’ll be right back.”

-

After some time you saw Wrecker and Hunter make their way over to you. The warmth you felt in your stomach dropped at the uneasy expression they held. “Is everything okay?” You asked with a lump already forming in your throat. “We need to ask you a favor.” Hunter started. “We need you to watch Omega for us while we are away.”

That’s when the Sergeant explained that they got a lead to where their brother, Crosshair, was being held along with many other clones. You remember Wrecker speaking of Crosshair during your many nights on the beach and you knew there was no way to have him stay. And the same went with Omega.

“Hunter…you and I both know that Omega would never stay behind. Crosshair is her brother too and I bet she would find a way to follow you even if it meant stealing Phee’s ship.” A sad laugh left Hunter’s mouth at the idea of Omega doing such a thing…but knowing that she wouldn’t be keen on staying out of harm's way bore a heavy weight.

A few seconds passed before the man sighed. “I suppose you’re right. I just…” Hunter ran his hand down his face before putting it on his hip. “I want her to be safe.” An understanding smile graced your lips as you touched his shoulder. “She’s safest with you. And besides, Pabu will be here when all of you come back.” You had to keep your composer as you spoke to Hunter.

The knowledge that they would be leaving caused tears to form in your eyes and your chest to tighten. You didn’t want them to go. The man softly nodded knowing there was really no other way. Omega would find a way to come along one way or another and having her close meant he could keep a better eye on her. With a soft farewell, the Sergeant turned on his heel, leaving you and Wrecker alone.

You pulled one lekku over your shoulder and dropped your head after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. The tears burning your eyes. Neither of you were able to find the right words you longed to say. After months and months of time side by side the idea of being separated for Marker knows how long made the air heavy with sorrow.

The moment Wrecker softly said your name you had wrapped your arms around his midsection in a desperate attempt to stay close. “Promise me you’ll come back. Even if you don’t believe it…promise me.” Your words were strained as the tears finally began to fall. Wrecker was quick to wrap you in his arms with quiet sniffs.

“I promise…cyar’ika.” The mando that passed his lips forced a cry to fall past yours, knowing you might not hear his voice ever again. Your nails scratched against his armor as you clung to him. “Please don’t go.” It  was unfair to ask him of that…you knew it, but the words ripped its way out of your throat without resistance.

Wrecker pulled back slightly and cupped your chin, softly forcing your eyes to meet his. Tear lines ran down the color of your skin that became his favorite. From the delicate patterns that decorated your head-tails to the small wrinkles that formed around your mouth engraved themselves into the clone’s mind since the moment he met you.

Even if he woke up with no sight he would still be able to see you. You. You. You. You engulfed every fiber of his being and now, as he gazed into your tear-filled eyes, he realized what love felt like. Not just any love. The love that was all consuming.

All he felt was you. All he wanted to feel was you. From the deepest part of his heart to the depths of his very soul he loved you. But those three words lodged themselves in his throat as he caressed your skin. It would be too cruel to utter them so…instead, Wrecker chose to brush a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth.

Sealing the words inside his soul until he would be able to say them. “I’ll be right back.” The words he spoke not even hours before brushed against your skin as he peeled away. Knowing that if he spent any longer in your arms he would abandon his brother once more.

[outlandishwhalesharks]

For @hellcheeranniversaryweek s WIP Wednesday: WIP Amnesty

This is a fantasy AU I originally came up with for the october hellcheer week. It was inspired by the books Uprooted by Naomi Novik and Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (because Eddie Munson would one thousand percent would run from his real life problems by becoming a wizard in a fantasy dimension lol).

Here's pretty much all I have written for it.

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Leaves of yellow brown and red flutter down form the trees through her window. This has always been Chrissy's favorite time of year. Fall in the land of Hawkins was gorgeous. At least they were until a few years ago.

She can still remember the first body, the image is seared in her mind. Stumbling through the forest she had come to a clearing when she found it. 

His name was Fred he was the son of the man who ran the printing press. His limbs were broken in unnatural ways and his eyes were gone. The shriek she made brought the entire village to her. 

A hunting party had been made to try and catch the vile person who had committed such a terrible crime. 

It had brought the attention of the king himself, who's palace was just outside of her village. That was how she had first met her betrothed Prince Jason. 

At the same time something else had happned, a small metal shack had showed up on a hill outside of town. It was a structure unlike any other she had ever seen. It disappeared before anyone got the nerve to inspect it. 

And so it went for two years at the same time, the metal shack would should up and then there would be another violent murder. 

Until one year everything changed. Instead of the metal building there was a huge omnious castle that never quiet looked right. Almost like a reflection on water, like it would wade a way at any moment. 

The kings men tried to attack it but there was some kind of barrier aorund sealed with a dark magic no one had seen befoe. Wizards from all over Hawkins came and tried breakit but none availed.

Shortly after the castle appeared a man came into town. He had long wild hair and odd tight paint swith holes inthem. He also wore long robes much longer and fnacier than any other wizard known in the realm. 

He introduced himself as Eddie the Freak. It didnt take long for people to deduce that he was the murder and had place d a curs eon Hawkins. He never denied only offered a better optiont he afflicted chosen. 

The offer he gave was to have a ball, a masquerade each year at his castle. Once there he would pick his chosen for the year and after a week to prepare the chosen would disappear though he promised  they would live and have a happy life.

Most didnt believe him. There wre many rumors about what haplend to the freak's chosen victims. He kept them as sex slaves or just murdered them anyways. But most were too afraid to anger the evil wizard further so they still came to soirees he held, Chrissy included.

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As much as I love this verse I just don't have it in me to write the whole story it would entail.

(Which FYI Vecna followed Eddie when he found the portal to the fantasy world and has been killing people so Eddie sends his victims to the our world to save them hes just deamatic about it)

[traggalicious]

YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES TOH COULD SO EASILY BE A HORROR THE SEEDS ARE THERE THE WIPS WRE HERE LETS DO IT

Ok guys hear me out...

wittebane found-footage/analog horror shit

(Warning: possibly disturbing images)

Man wouldnt be so cool if we all just made a wittebro horror series together 👀👉👈

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Tag game: Voted Most Likely

Tag: Voted Most Likely I was tagged for this one by @zmlorenz thank you!

Rules of the Game: This game is originally found here so please do check it out at the original author’s blog! Use your OCs for this game, and tag whoever you want when you're done, OP suggests 5

You're supposed to choose five characters but I picked the most appropriate across my two main WiPs

Characters: Bryony (Sorceress Apprentice) ; Kit (WRE) ; Woods (WRE) ; Raelin (Sorceress Apprentice); El (WRE) ; Carlos (Sorceress Apprentice) ; Emeri (Sorceress Apprentice) ; Naomi (Sorceress Apprentice) ; Romaine (WRE)

Most Likely to be a Poet

Bryony; her love of reading and progression to journaling about her work and beginning to write her own spells would lead itself to writing poetry

Most Likely to Look Good in a Kilt

Kit. He'd certainly think he looked good. He'd certainly be the most likely to wear a kilt.

Most Likely to Get Punched in the Face

Woods. He's one of the antagonists after all.

Most Likely to Drop Everything and Become a Sheep Herder

Raelin, probably, for five minutes until she got bored.

Most Likely to be Found in a Library

Bryony, girl loves books

Most Likely to Sleep Through an Earthquake

Kit.

Most Likely to Steal Food From Other People’s Plates

Definitely Kit. He rarely stops eating.

Most Likely to Cheat on a Test

El, but only if wasn't a big deal.

Most Likely to Say ‘Oops’ After Setting Something on Fire

Kit.

Most Likely to Open an Orphanage

Emeri but in a here have money not actually organising anything. He and Bryony are childfree. They might want to help children in need but not too personally. Now a pet rescue maybe! Or possibly Naomi, maybe more her thing.

Most Likely to Run Off With the Circus

Carlos, he's already an intinerant musician who does odd jobs and seasonal work to make ends meet

Most Likely to Fake Their Own Death

That's an interesting one, El for plot reasons. Romaine would also be up for it.

Most Likely to Die and Haunt Their Friends

Emeri. This was fun and now I’m taken with the idea of Kit in kilt!

tagging: open tag, please do if you want to! Also specifc tags, no pressure: @raevenlywrites, @westwood-tries-to-write @everynextdream, @magic-and-myths, @splinter-cat

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WIP wednesday

Doing two wip Wednesday posts today. I'm blaming @ejunkiet even though it isn't their fault.  Beware, this one is long and spicy.

I was in such a storm that I didn't realize Lycus, Telemachus, and my guards had followed me until I turned the next corner and there was a lot of armed jockeying for position.  I couldn't bring myself to care about any of it.  I was too focused on the sheer, unmitigated gall of Ignacio's plan and just what a terrible person he was.

Lycus slammed my chamber doors shut and barred them.  I didn't think of that as weird.

At least, I didn't think of it as weird until he started stripping his armor.  Off came the surcoat, which he tossed at a corner, and then the breast plate — he was more careful with that — then a layer of mail he treated like gold, and then his padded jack.  Now that he could fully bend over, he pulled the boiled leather plates off his thighs and the greaves off his shins, then stripped his gloves.

He was standing in my chambers wearing nothing more than a dark silk shirt and trousers.  He was fully dressed by modern standards, but it felt like looking at him naked.  He had never, in the weeks I'd known him or the memories of my prior adult life, worn so little near me.  Even in the orphanage, he'd rarely worn only his shirtsleeves; there had always been some kind of coat or vest.

I blinked.  Then, because I was a number of things, and one of them was 'flawed' and another was 'attracted to men,' I looked.  Openly.  A dark curl of hair lay just visible at the bottom of his untied collar.  I fixated a little, imagining the rest, and the thick line that probably started around his stomach and trailed lower.

"Come here," he said, and when I went to him, he reached up to tangle his fingers in my hair and finally, finally kissed me.

It was electric.  He was very straight-forward about it; I'd barely started to kiss back before he was nibbling at my lower lip.  The instant I responded to that, his fingers tightened in my hair and he pressed his tongue to mine.  His mouth tasted like salt and basil; I recognized that from the tooth powder that I used now, too.

God, his lips were soft, and as I sank into the sensation, he pulled me even closer to him.  He managed to disentangle his hands and used one to cup the back of my head while the other wandered down my back — pressing first at the center of my spine, then finding the hollow in my lower back and pushing me there, using it as leverage to pull me as close as he could.

I grabbed his collar and stretched onto my toes, curious and delighted.

It turned out that I had the breath control to outlast him.  He eventually had to pull his head back and inhale harshly through his mouth, like he'd forgotten to use his nose.  His chest actually heaved with the effort.

I let him stay there, but I took the opportunity to run one palm over his arm.  Fucking muscle on top of muscle, I swear.  I'd always known he was big and I'd seen his strength in a number of different ways.  It was a totally different thing to actually put my hands on the source of it.

A better thing.

Lycus grasped me by the shoulders and pulled me back into him, as gentle as he seemed to know how to be.  He leaned his head down again, but this time, he just rested his forehead against mine.

"I could have lost you," he said, so softly that at first I wasn't sure I'd really heard him.

"You didn't."

"I could have.  Fifteen different times — and that was only in the active assassination attempt.  There were other opportunities."

"Wre handled it.  We'll keep handling it."

He pressed another kiss — feverish: heated and aimless and short — against my mouth, and whispered back, "I don't know if I can."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't say anything.  I just chased his mouth with mine, catching him for another kiss.  This time, I bit his lip when he started to return it, and judging by the way one hand immediately dropped to the curve of my ass, the way he opened his mouth a little wider for me, he was very into it when I took charge.  When I pressed into his mouth, he squeezed.

And then we were both breathing heavily.  Lycus moved to untie his cuffs and pull his shirt off.

What we were heading for picked that moment to hit me.  So did my scruples.  Threaten a pregnant woman's execution?  I could do that, apparently, but I couldn't abuse the power I had over the captain of my guard and my oldest friend.

"Are you sure about this?  If you're not, I understand.  You said you can't be —"

He snorted a bitter laugh.  "I've been compromised from the start.  I'm not going to be less distracted, leaving now.  Just sloppily armored."

That was true.  It made my heart hurt anyway.  I looked away, not sure how to respond.

Lycus reacted by touching his thumb and a finger to my chin, gently making me look back at him.

"What happens next… what would change, if I left now, but lost you tomorrow?  What would my regrets really be?"

"About the same as mine, I think," I said, and stepped forward, into him.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled in close.  His skin smelled of sweat and, weirdly, lavender.

As he always seemed to, Lycus took the opportunity to pick me up and carry me.  I think he got the same kick out of it that I did, if from the other side of things.  I loved that swooping sensation in my stomach when he lifted me, loved twining my arms around him, loved that feeling of being totally supported.

He was big and he was terrifyingly strong and every single time he carried me, it was like a silent, subtle promise that he would always put all that raw, physical power at my disposal, rather than use it on me.  It was a heady feeling.

He dropped me carefully on what had seemed until now like a uselessly big bed.  He took that moment to pull his shirt off, tossing it away as carelessly as he had the surcoat, before he climbed in with me.  For my part, I took the chance to touch all that exposed olive skin, dancing my fingers from his collar bone to one of his pecs and then sliding lower. I followed the line of thicker, darker hair that started just under his belly button to the waistline of his trousers.

He sucked in a breath — and his stomach — and I laughed.

"Ticklish," I said, but I didn't keep teasing.  Instead, I pulled him down to kiss me, tangling my fingers in his hair, gripping the back of his head.

He kissed me back, biting at my lips, but seemed more interested in reaching around behind me to unfasten the whitewood buttons of my dress.  When he reached the third, he made an indignant noise into my mouth, and I laughed again, half-turning and pulling my hair over my shoulder.

Jesus, my crown was still on my head.  Forget Aquanet; apparently all I needed was a determined maid and a bunch of tiny, jabby hairpins.

While he focused on my dress, I unpinned my hair and underhanded the crown toward the side table like the most valuable frisbee of my life.  It clattered away.

Lycus' hands stilled on my dress for a moment, but then he pressed his lips to the part of my upper back he'd revealed.  It felt strange through my chemise, and he made another annoyed sound.

I stood and tugged the dress off, laying it aside as carefully as he had his mail, and laughed at Lycus' annoyance at my shift and slip.

"Just the chemise and stays after this," I promised.  "And the stockings, unless you want those to stay on."

Lycus gave me a look like he was seriously considering tearing the rest of my clothes off with his teeth.

I couldn't help it.  I laughed again: it was just so purely him.  I pulled my shift and slip off, then waited while he tugged at the laces of my stays.  I heard him muttering curses under his breath at the knots my maid had tied, but with one final jerk he undid them, and I felt the stays loosen.

Lycus tossed them aside like they had personally offended him, then untied the ribbon at the neckline of my chemise and drew it up over my head.

I turned, then, and reached out to cup my hand over his cheek.  I knew the reaction that was coming.  Every man and most of the women I'd ever dated had shared it.

He turned his face into my palm for a moment, surprisingly thick eyelashes shuttering down as he closed his eyes.  When he opened them, I could see the minute his focus zeroed in on my breasts.

He reached up to touch, first stroking then cupping the sides of them.  Then he lifted my breasts in his hands.

I scooted forward, closer to him, and he made a noise of vague approval.  He was one hundred percent focused, and there was no keeping the smile off my face because of how ridiculously, giddily warm he made me feel.

"Lycus," I said, and had to say it again to get his attention back.  I pressed a kiss to his brow, delicate and gentle and over all too soon, and asked, "What comes next… have you done this before?"

He struck me as the kind of man who would have reacted to not being able to have the person he wanted by just not sleeping with anybody.

Lycus stilled for a second, and then said, "Enough to know what I'm about."  He paused, considering, and asked, "Is there some expectation otherwise, in Seattle?"

"Nah, but I think it's easier to talk about, there.  It just would have changed my, like, angle of approach."  I heard the 'like' slip out and wanted to kick myself.  But if he noticed the verbal pause, he didn't seem to care.

Instead, he offered me that damnable, devastating movie star corner-of-his-mouth smile.  "Your angle?"

"You know what," I said, and then thought better of using words at all.  I reached out and pushed on his chest.

Lycus, saint that he was, humored me, falling back to the soft sheets.  I straddled him and reached down to the laces on his trousers.  I wasn't used to dealing with knots there, but it wasn't any worse than button fronts, really, and I'd had plenty of experience getting those off people.

I rolled off him and let him strip them off with a writhing motion that didn't look sexy, but the sheer intimacy and vulnerability of how dumb he looked made it hot.  I put a mental bookmark on that thought to figure out later.

Not even counting the multitude of dick pics I received in Portland and Seattle, I liked to think that I'd seen a fair number of dicks in my day.  Some of them had been meh, some of them had looked more like a technical challenge, and some of them had made my whole brain light up like I'd won a prize.

Lycus' made my mouth go dry.  It wasn't his length that impressed me — whatever the hell it was in inches, he looked proportional considering his height — but the girth.  He was uncut, which looked mildly weird to me, but dear god, he was thick.

My brain got stuck on the word 'thick,' and I lost power of speech.  I possibly lost power of thought.  It took me a full fifteen seconds to manage the words, "Oh god, I want to ride you so bad," and I only got them out because he started to look kind of worried.

He let out a breath.  "I was about to ask if you'd ever —"

"— Yes.  Can we stop talking now, because I really want... "  I made a helpless waving gesture; I was pretty much out of words.

He reached for me.  I put my palms in his for a second, then slid them down his arms and straddled him again.  I watched his teeth bite into his lower lip, out of interest or uncertainty, and leaned forward to kiss him.

I found one question.  "Trust me?"

"Yes," he told me, simple and honest.

I shifted on top of him, lining us up, then slowly, slowly sank down.  I didn't want to go slow.  I felt like I'd been starving for how much and how long I'd craved him and I wanted to feast.  I didn't let myself: I took him in slow inch by slower inch.  The way I had to stretch to take him was the perfect kind of pain.  Shivers rolled down my spine even as it burned so good, like my chest when I was belting a note at the bottom of my tessitura.  At one point I had to stop, and I leaned my head back to suck in a lungful of air.

Lycus actually made a strangled noise in his throat.  His fingers tightened on my skin where he was holding onto my hips.

I breathed out through my nose, a centering breath, and kept going.  I had to stop again when he was all the way inside me.  From the way he'd closed his eyes and his fingers were twitching on my pelvic bones, I could tell he needed the break, too.  We both stayed still, breathing together, in and out in the same rhythm.

I stayed that way until I heard Lycus blow out a ragged sigh, like he was only barely keeping it together.  "Please," he said, "please," and I was ready for it, too.

I rocked my hips.  I was already so soaked, and the feel as we moved back and forth — in and out like our breaths had just mingled — threw any kind of thought out of my head.  Pressure was building low in my stomach and the small of my back.  Second after second of need and pleasure stacked on top of each other, like some part of my body was building a tower.

One of Lycus' hands wandered from my hips to the curve of my ass.  He squeezed, fingers digging into my skin.  I was so close to the edge, pinned so thoroughly by the tightrope it felt like I was walking, so focused on that building tension and the pulse that beat between my thighs, that it didn't even hurt.

I don't know how long we lasted.  It felt like forever.  It felt like two seconds.  But it was so good: so slick, so perfectly fitted, and then one of his hands traveled from my hip to the place where we joined together.

I lost it.  The throbbing pulse found a new beat, the tower tumbled, the tension broke.  I threw back my head and screamed.  I could feel myself twitching around him, tensing and relaxing in a way I couldn't have hoped to control or stop and wouldn't have wanted to, anyway.

My voice bounced and echoed off the stone walls and the high ceilings.  I didn't hear anything Lycus might have said, didn't hear any noise he might have made, when he went over the edge.  I felt him shake underneath me, felt him move inside me and the throb-pulse of his climax.

When I was pretty sure he'd finished, I rolled off and collapsed onto the bed beside him.  I lay there, breathing hard, for about a minute before I rolled onto my side to watch him.  I got to witness him getting his breathing and his face back under control; he was flushed and sweaty and his eyes had gone heavy-lidded.  It was a good look on him.

"That was…"  But I let myself trail off.  There were no words that seemed to fit.  'Good' was too small; 'amazing' seemed glib.  I shook my head.

Lycus rolled onto his side, too, and I saw his dazed expression as he watched me.  He didn't have words, either.  I traced his features with my eyes, pleased just to have a chance to watch him without that professional soldier mask on.  As if he was thinking the same thing I was, he reached out and rubbed his thumb along my cheek.  In answer to his motion, I turned my head and caught the pad of his thumb with my lip.

"We were fools, to avoid this," he said.

I agreed.  "We were always going to end up here, weren't we?"

He let out an edged, bitter laugh like he had weeks ago, the day he'd told me he loved me too much to let someone else protect me.  "With you having come three inches from death, and me a fool?  Yes.  Oh, yes.  My fate is to lose you.  One way or another."

"You believe in fate?"

"You don't?"

Ah, we'd reached that stage of afterglow.  I sprawled onto my back and looked up at the stone ceiling.  Light from the lamps outside the windows cast strange, flickering shadows on it.  I stared at them for a few seconds before realizing it was because of a breeze moving the curtains.

[crinkled-emotions]

Omg thank you so much for writing the head injury fic! I'm so glad you liked the idea!! Your stories wre ridiculously good!!!

Omg of course!! I’m glad you liked the fic! I have the other one in my WIP Pipeline, which is actually looking pretty full at the moment hahahaha. Thanks for the request, I really enjoyed writing it ☺️

[20thcentury-kylo]

Ahhh! Tysm for tagging me hun @tailsisfluffy I hope its not too bland or boring 😅

1. Top Song

Well if I had to choose- it'd hafta be Either Sand by Atlas or the Halcyon by Xi both wre amazing and honestly helped me through alot~

2. General Fashion style

Hoodies Hoodies and more hoodies- I just think their really cool

3. WIPs

Man oh man i have so many

-My Isamegu fic needs updating

-Plenty of art to draw aswell

-And i wanted to do things for valentines day for the peeps

4. Best Place to write

Tbh Anywhere I can focus, as long as im in the mood and have my music- i can right anywhere

5. Relationship status

unfortunately single but thats okay- i have my ships 😭

6. Favorite/least favorite things to write

favorite things to write are emotional set pieces, the innner turmoil, the lovestruck awe, I just like Writing how it feels... maybe because thats what i want to feel one day.

I absolutely loathe pointless drama, where the conflict comes from miscommunication, it just seems so stupid and frustrating to me, like talking to each other isnt that hard >:((

Anywho~

Thanks again hun for tagging me in this- if i were to pass this along then I'd tag my bestest fwiends @hariible @letter3lead @boundlesshousamo uwu

Hey Reina, I want to start a SnS tag chain so would u mind answering these questions and tagging people, please? 1. Top song, 2. General fashion style, 3. No. of WIPs in progress, 4. Best place for u to write, 5. Relationship status (if ur ok with sharing obviously), and 6. Fav/Least fav people/things to write?

yo! hell yuh why not

top song on spotify

drivers license has been the only song in my spotify history for the last 23 days

fashion style

if it’s anything over 70F i’m in crop tanks with running shorts and birkenstocks. i should start wearing clothes that are of ~appropriate~ length but my school doesn’t enforce a dress code sooo

WIPs

currently on hiatus!

best place to write

anywhere with coffee but also at parties for some reason

relationship status

to say it’s complicated is a… severe understatement… but to loosely sum it up, he hit me like a damn train and i’m damaged lol for more info just read my fics bc i project a lot esp in this one :}

fav/least fav to write

i’ve been writing a lot of raps recently and it’s seriously so much fun lol i despise writing fluff bc i suck at it but i’ll read a good fluff author’s works over and over again

@j3nnt @polar-stars @radbutsafe fellow creators! join me.

[itslmdee]

11/11/11 Tag Game

Thanks to @zmlorenz for the tag!

 1.        NaNoWriMo. Yes or no? And why? Maybe this year. I've done it before. I sometimes 'win'. When I didn't have a main plot but did a rebel NaNoWriMo and worked on short pieces I did not win. I'd like to because I'm behind on my Get Your Words Out count for the year. But I'm away next week and will miss a couple of NaNoWriMo days and while I've got a plot I've been toying with for a couple of years I've not pinned down all the details. (Why is naming people so difficult!) I did sign up at the site to keep my options open this year.

2.       Do you write better with or without pressure? (ex. word wars) I do somewhat better with a deadline/excuse to write, so I do a lot of things like hurt/comfort bingo, trope bingo, Whumptober. But too much pressure and I fall in a heap and don't write any words!

3.    How much romance do you usually write into your WIP(s)? Depends. Sorceress Apprentice is a romantic fantasy so a lot, but WRE is more supernatural drama and Romaine's asexual – and El has a lot of dating disasters – so not much, though Kit would like to bond with El and Romaine both in some way.

4.    What colour do you associate with each of your main characters? Sorceress Apprentice – Emeri wears a lot of black, it suits his flair for being melodramatic. Bryony likes blues and greens so I guess I'll choose a deep blue like her love for ocean. I don't really know for the others, Romaine also tends toward black because it is practical, El likes red.

5.     If you had to live where your characters live, how would you like it? There is no wifi in Sorceress Apprentice so ok to visit but not to live! Romaine lives on the English-Welsh border and that's not my dream place to live, that honour belongs to the South West of England, Devon and Cornwall!

6.     Are there any characters you’re afraid people will ship when your WIP(s) is/are published? People will ship. There's nothing you can do about that. I'd like it if Romaine was allowed to be asexual still because there's some good fic with QPRs and nonsexual romances out there, but more important to me is that Bryony and Emeri, and El is now siding that way, are childfree. We have so few childfree characters that it would be nice if people didn't feel the need to say "but it's not happy if they're not having BABBIES" and writing lots of fic where the characters change this core part of themselves.

7.  What’s a name you want to use for a character but haven’t yet? Did I mention naming is hard? I'm always trying to find the perfect name. I've got a list of names I like but I don't think I've been holding one back for the right character.

8. Do you write to make art or to entertain your audience? Because it lets me explore who I am, because I've always written, because I love stories. I wouldn't say 'art' so much as I write to tell stories and I hope I can entertain my audience along the way.

9.  What’s the strangest thing you’ve researched for a writing project? I'm not sure. It varies from what inventions existed at a particular point in history to details about modern medical procedures.

10. Do you have any characters you love on the page but would hate if they were a real person? Other people's sure. You can appreciate a character but hate who they are, e.g. Teabag from Prison Break to give a tv reference. In my own work I don't tend to love my antagonists, they're there to be bothersome and largely unlikeable.

11. Would you like to share your favourite bit you’ve written recently?

I wrote several pieces this month for #writingwednesday on gatekeeping which I was pleased with because it's an important topic. I haven't written much other original fiction lately. I've been sucked into the Good Omens fandom and writing nonsexual Aziraphale/Crowley h/c and romantic fluff under my fandom pseudonym.

 I'm too lazy to think up other questions, especially when these are so good! I'll tag @emdop  @lottieiswriting  @everynextdream and anyone else who wants to play.

1. NaNoWriMo. Yes or no? And why?

2.  Do you write better with or without pressure? (ex. word wars)

3. How much romance do you usually write into your WIP(s)?

4.What colour do you associate with each of your main characters?

5.   If you had to live where your characters live, how would you like it?

6.  Are there any characters you’re afraid people will ship when your WIP(s) is/are published?

7.   What’s a name you want to use for a character but haven’t yet?

8.  Do you write to make art or to entertain your audience?

9.  What’s the strangest thing you’ve researched for a writing project?

10.  Do you have any characters you love on the page but would hate if they were a real person?

11.   Would you like to share your favourite bit you’ve written recently?

[itslmdee]

Genre meme

@yourlocalwriterblog has posted a list of the ten genres according to Blake Snyder. I suggest reading the post for more detail but the genres are Monster In The House, Golden Fleece, Out of the Bottle, Person with a Problem, Rites of Passage, Buddy Love, Whydunit, The Fool Triumphant, Institutionalized, Superhero. Which of the genres does your WiP/WiPs resemble? Mine are Person with a Problem (Sorceress Apprentice) and Buddy Love (WRE). tagging @converginglives @raevenlywrites and this is an open game/tag for all!

[itslmdee]

Describe your oc's handwriting

 Tagged by @emdop thank you!

WRE

Romaine – he writes for practicality, official forms and reports for his job and he likes crosswords so his handwriting is mostly neat block capitals

El – messy but readable to her most of the time. Romaine does impress on her the need for legible writing on their reports. When it comes to things like writing birthday cards however she puts in the effort and has beautiful handwriting

Sorceress Apprentice

Emeri – he's got elegant handwriting, being well educated and in the fantasy world most people write solely by hand

Bryony – she can read and write, and her handwriting isn't as neat as Emeri's and is much plainer, but she takes pride in writing and the journal she keeps while studying is filled with her notes ranging from things she'd read to entries about her feelings

if you haven’t done it and you’d like to do this meme, tag you are it! (also no pressure @raevenlywrites @converginglives @zmlorenz)

[itslmdee]

For all of them! What association have your characters built to the color green?

Thank you!Emeri – it's an earth colour so it has some positive connotations, and thereare some green gemstones he uses in his magic.

Bryony – green means springtime and new growth, and insummer, the smell of cut grass. It's not a colour she wears a lot but she'smade dresses of various shades of green for customers and pouches/bags made ofdeep green velvet so there's a luxurious element there.

Romaine – as a Wolf he has ideas about various shades ofgreen and how they smell, to some degree how they 'feel' for want of a betterword. Green is grassy fields, so a connotation of freedom

Kit – as a Cat he too experiences colour slightlydifferently to humans but green perhaps means home. He spent some time inAustralia before returning to the UK and the grassy expenses of the Wye Valleyare where his family, particularly his half-sister, live.

[itslmdee]

Texts From Last Night (TFLN) OCs

You've probably seen TextsFromLastNight edits, eg textsfromthe-avengers. I decided to make some but for my WiPs. In this case, WiP: WRE, the modern day supernatural drama with shapeshifters.

EL (female, Cat Shapeshifter)

ROMAINE (Male, Wolf Shapeshifter)

KIT (Male, Cat Shapeshifter)

There'll be more to come! (Probably for my other main WiP, Sorceress Apprentice next)

I've seen plenty of tfln for various fandoms but not for OCs yet and I'd love to see this take off so I'm tagging some of my followers and some people from the writer peeps spreadsheet (under the cut) but please anyone who sees this, make the things! 

Visit textsfromlastnight, plug in some keywords for things that relate to your characters and post, graphics optional!  I’ll suggest tfln-oc as a tag but you know, Tumblr & tags...

@adorhauer @agateskittles @all-my-novels @calicowrites @cirianne @converginglives @dreamwishing @endless-minds @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric @falling--in--place @gg-writes @gettingitwrite @hannahs-creations @jess---writes @keepcalmandwritefiction @knight-clover @leopardsnake-stories @lottieisdefinitelynotwriting @lynnafred @mybookisbad @quirkylittleworlds @raevenlywrites @reeseweston @storiesforthesoul01 @thel3tterm @theapprenticewordsmith @whollyart @writer-jessicac

[itslmdee]

3,2,1 tag game

@writingonesdreams had an open tag for this game, thank you!

Rules: sum up your WIP(s) in three themes, two nouns, one adjective, and an image.

 WIP:  Sorceress Apprentice

Themes: love (romantic and familial), learning new skills, overcoming doubts/difficulties

Nouns: magic, knowledge

Adjective: hopeful

Image:

  WIP: WRE

Themes: supernatural, overcoming past, friendship

Nouns: authority, justice

Adjective: helpful

Image:

If you haven’t done this game yet and you’d like to, TAG you’re it :)

[itslmdee]

Fic snippet: Secrecy (WRE)

This month's theme is 'gatekeeping'. Today's piece is a snippet from my WiP, WRE looking at gatekeeping around the supernatural community and why they try to hide their existence from humans.

 "I remember asking at dinner once, when I was a teenager, why we had to hide," El said. "My father said it was for our safety. But afterwards my uncle took me out into the garden and told me more about the pact of secrecy. How the Council came together and the Wolves wanted peace. That our biology made us stronger. But how it also meant we would never outnumber the humans, unless enough vampires and wolves went on a rampage to force change upon people and that could not be allowed."

Romaine nodded.

"He said, 'And yet the humans do not know how lucky they are that we keep to the shadows, what damage a single Cat could do if provoked. The agency covers it up any time one of our kind attacks or is attacked. For everyone's safety.' He said, 'Look at how humans behave. They hate each other. Like us, they develop religions that are a choice, but unlike us they use them to persecute people for their skin colour, their gender, their sexuality, things which are not a choice. If a human can murder a man for loving another man, what do you think humans will do to a man who can transform into a Cat or a Wolf? Think of all the movies with the evil werewolves, the tyrannical vampires, the beasts who must be destroyed! Perhaps one day humans can be trusted, as some few are now, with our secret, but that day is a long way off'. I couldn't disagree."

Romaine tipped his head. "There are some homophobic Wolves and I've met a couple of very religious shapeshifters. We're not all tolerant in the same ways, don't all share the same beliefs."

El sighed. "True. But we have more in common with each other than with humans. I think about what he said sometimes. I wish I could be naked more. I know England isn't so bad and that there are places I wouldn't even be allowed to go out without a male relative escorting me, but I'm not only female, I'm a Cat. And I want to roam free, both as a human and as a Cat."

He understood her frustration.

"We spent some time at a naturist resort in Switzerland once, and it was wonderful," El reminisced. "People were more accepting overall, as if without clothing they felt more the same than different. And we got a fortnight at one of the supernatural's only parks when I was seventeen and it was the best time of my life. But I couldn't live there, it wasn't where I wanted to be; I don't think I'm explaining it well. It wasn't the place that I loved, though it was nice, just nice in the way holidays are but you wouldn't want to live there? It was the freedom it offered. Being surrounded by other supernaturals and not having to hide who I am."

Yet she dated mostly humans. Romaine didn't point this out. El already knew she was a bundle of contradictions and she was clearly working through some issues.

"Anyway, being a Cat isn't as good as being a Wolf when it comes to humans," El concluded. "You just get mistaken for a loose dog if someone spots you. We get armed police sent out and cryptozoologists camping out for weeks afterwards trying to get photos."

Romaine laughed and El grinned.

"My cousin's the Beast of Bodmin," she added as an aside. "My great aunt scolded him for being seen but he thinks the whole thing is hilarious - he won't think so if he gets caught and the agency have to rescue him, or if some farmer with a shotgun takes a potshot at him but still."

[itslmdee]

15 character questions

Thanks to @raevenlywrites and @westwood-tries-to-write for the tag!

 Rules: pick a character from your wip and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people!

I'll do this for Romaine, from WiP: WRE.

What is your full name?

Romaine Armand SaintClair

What does your name mean?

From Rome. It's a Wolf thing. Not a lettuce. And yes, I know the 'e' ending is more usual for girls but I'm male.

What are your nicknames / other names?

My new partner El calls me Rommie.

What’s your gender?

Male

What’s your sexuality?

Human labels…sex isn't important to me. Asexual I guess. Demiromantic probably. Mostly attracted when I am, to women.

Where are you from?

I grew up in Quebec but I've been in England all of my adult life after my parents split up and my English mother moved back here, leaving my father in Canada.

How old are you?

Depends if you want the version I give humans or the real one. We age slower than humans so we're usually at least ten years older than we appear. You'd probably guess I'm in my early thirties.

Any special talents?

I'm a shapeshifter, a Wolf. I speak a few languages, French and English fluently, with some German and Italian. I'm a pretty good shot thanks to Agency training.

Do you have kids?

No and it's not the cards.

What’s your aesthetic?

I wear a lot of smart casual black clothing with sturdy boots.

Who’s your best friend?

El. She wormed her way into my personal life and now I can't imagine not having her around.

Would you ever get a piercing / tattoo

Piercing maybe, but you should always take those out before Shifting or it can get messy. Tattoos…again the shapeshifter thing makes that complicated though some risk simpler designs done with silver-infused ink.

When are you happiest?

When I feel I've done a good day's work and relax with a beer and some TV watching or guitar playing.

What’s your biggest secret?

Being a Wolf, for humans. And there's a big spoiler for later in my story when I have to lie to catch a criminal.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? 

If they're human. That's almost subconscious. After that I tend to quickly assess appearance; field agent training has made me alert.

If you say so. Anyway, that’s it. Any last words?

I think that's all, thank you. I'm more comfortable asking the questions except for when I'm with friends.

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Tagging @zwergis-spilledink, @els-writes, @jess---writes (no pressure, sorry if you've done this and I missed it)

And from the writer peeps sheet @aamccarthy, @dreamwishing, @insertpenname-here

And anyone else who hasn't been tagged but wants to be!