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✯𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝✯

chris x black earthy/boho!reader

IN WHICH…Y/n finds a peace of mind with her lover, and his two brothers.

WARNINGS: nothing besides smoking.

5 a.m.

It was 5 a.m on a Sunday and Y/n couldn't sleep, her mind racing intangible thoughts. With a sigh she carefully sits up, attempting to not wake up her sleeping boyfriend. She successfully does so and begins moving around the room, gathering the items she would need.

She exits the room once she gathers everything, and walks down the hallway, peaking into the guest room to check on Nick and Matt. They decided to come over with Chris and ended up spending the night. She didn't have a problem with it, always hating being alone.

She found their company relieving.

Seeing that the two are still sound asleep, she continues her trek through the big house. She arrives in the kitchen where she grabs a bottle of kombucha out of the fridge, making her way outside barefoot.

She shudders as the crisp california air nips at her skin, not use to the cold that comes in the early morning, and leaves before it even hits 12 p.m. She takes a seat on her poolside couch and sets up her camera, pressing record before rolling up.

"It's currently 5 a.m. and I couldn't sleep, so I decided to come outside and journal while the sun rises." She speaks to the camera softly, her eyes trained on the grinded-up plant in front of her. "The boys spent the night and are currently still sleeping. It was nice having them over, not having to be alone." She lights the joint and inhales the smoke, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling.

"I'm not sure why I hate being alone so much, I think it's because I came from a big family and I'm not used to quiet...Granted it's never quiet considering my thoughts are always loud but I digress." She stops talking and flips open to an empty page, starting to write all of her thoughts and feelings down. She leaves the camera rolling, figuring she would just make it a time-lapse with some copyright-free neo-soul music playing over it.

She wasn't a typical YouTuber, never doing big fancy things and showing off. She was a more peaceful and serene one, her videos consisting of her lifestyle and talking about her feelings.

Her videos that have done well so far are her lifestyle vlogs, the main points being her smoking, painting, cooking, and shopping for crystals. It seems as if the viewers also love her monthly vinyl reviews, finding the way she expressed her love for music interesting.

That's how Chris found her.

He was looking for a YouTube video to watch before bed and he saw a thumbnail of hers. She was smoking in the thumbnail, a wall of vinyl's behind her as the title read, "fav vinyls this month".

He won't lie, he clicked on it because she was pretty, but he stayed for her personality and the raw emotions she expressed as she talked about the Fugees.

To say the least he went down a rabbit hole and watched all her videos that night, adding some of her favorite songs to a playlist.

Speaking of the boy...

She turned around hearing the patio door open, a soft smile gracing her face seeing her half-asleep boyfriend making his way towards her. "Why the hell are you up so early? And why did you leave me?" He questions plopping down next to her. "Couldn't sleep and I didn't want to bother you with my tossing and turning...Why are you up so early?"

"You know I can't sleep without you." He fixes her legs so he can lay in between them, sighing out as his head meets her soft and plush thighs. She smiles softly and runs her nails along his scalp, caressing his face at the same time. "What were you thinking about?" He mumbles when he notices the journal and pen.

She shrugs, "I'm not sure... My mind was just loud." He opens his eyes and looks up at her in worry. She notices and shakes her head, "Nothing bad, don't worry baby." He nods and relaxes back against her body.

The two lay on the couch in comfortable silence as they experience the twilight, listening to the birds chirp as they awaken from their peaceful slumber. The pool rumbles softly as it begins to clean itself, the water rippling due to the vibrations.

"This is nice," she looks down hearing Chris's groggy voice. "Hm?''

"I said this is nice... Laying here and watching the sunrise with you, not having to worry about what the day brings." She hums in agreement and watches as the skies turn from dark blue to hues of pink, purple, and orange.

The sunrise reflects off of the rippling water of the pool, casting a warm glow on the two bodies. Y/n tilts her head back as she basks in the warm rays. It seems as if her thoughts finally quieted down, giving her a chance to be calm.

Chris stares at his girlfriend, his heart swelling in admiration seeing her in her natural habitat. He truly believed she wasn't meant to be in LA. She was meant to be somewhere that had a bunch of greenery, somewhere that had a waterfall right under the sun so she could bask in it like a cat. Somewhere where she could be free and at peace.

"I can feel you staring at me," she looks down at Chris whose face has a hue of red. "Just admiring you. I can't admire my girlfriend now?" She giggles and motions for him to sit up. She pulls him into a soft kiss, enjoying the warmth of his lips.

"It's six thirty and you two are already being gross." The couple pulls away and looks at a half-awake Nick, and a sluggish Matt. The two make their way over and sit on the ground in front of the couch. "Shut up, I was enjoying time alone with my girlfriend since you two decided to crash last night." Y/n watches as Chris and Nick go back and forth, their banter not making sense since they are both still tired.

"Can both of you shut the hell up? It's early and you two are bitching for no reason." Matt grunts. Chris huffs before settling back down against Y/n, burying his face in her stomach. He kisses the brown skin before fiddling with her waist beads.

The quad dives into a conversation, not talking about anything important per say but just talking. They soon fall into silence, enjoying the peace before they have to go back to their busy lives. Not long after, Y/n's brown cat Janelle, joins them causing Matt to gasp in excitement.

As he plays with her, Y/n rolls another blunt. "I wish I could do this every day. Your house just makes me feel at home." Nick breathes out.

"That's funny considering I only find it to be homey when you guys are here." She grabs her lighter and sparks the pink wrap, inhaling it before handing it to Chris. She watches as the smoke cascades in the sun, creating shapes of different sizes.

"Wouldn't it be crazy if we all just lived with each other?" Matt voices, his tone light as he plays with the cat.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it...We are always with each other anyway." Nick adds.

"I would like that honestly," Chris eyes Y/n as she speaks, his heart racing at her words. He knows it's too soon, the two of them have only been with each other for 7 months. However he knows she's the one, his family loves her, his friends love her, he loves her. She came into his life and watered him like a plant, helping him bloom into something more.

"Fuck it, let's do it!" Everyone turns to Chris in surprise.

"Huh?"

Chris sits up and turns his body towards Y/n, "Let's move in with each other...I mean you hate living alone and we are always over anyway. Let's move in with each other."

"Are you sure Chris?" Y/n wants to scream and dance in excitement at the thought of her best friends and boyfriend living with her, but the sensible part of her isn't sure. Granted they have been friends for a year but she and Chris have only been dating for 7 months. "Yeah, I don't have a problem living with you, I think it would be great... I want this relationship to go somewhere...I think you're the one for me."

Y/n feels her eyes burning as the salty tears form, slowly descending down her face. Chris chuckles and pulls the girl into him, holding her tightly.

They all sit in silence, letting Y/n get her emotions out.

After a few minutes, Y/n sniffles and pulls away from Chris.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"I'm in... I want you guys to move in with m-" Before she can finish her last word, she's dogpiled by the three boys, all of them laughing and shouting in excitment.

"Yes! This is so exciting! I'm going to love having a fully decorated house!"

"I get to see Janelle every day!"

"And I get to love on you every day!" Chris pulls her into a deep kiss, ignoring the groans of Nick and Matt.

The two brothers stand up and walk back into the house, leaving the couple alone once again.

They pull away from the kiss, their foreheads touching as they look each other in the eyes, both of their bodies full of love and tranquility.

"I love you," Chris whispers, his voice holding nothing but affection.

"I love you too"

The two lean in once again, their lips touching softly and tenderly.

The sun shines directly in front of them, the camera only able to see the silhouettes of the lovers.

i was in a fluffly mood so i hope yall like it💕

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THE GILDED AGE (2022- ) | George and Bertha Russell + art

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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Part 4: Cat and Mouse

Sessions Series

Parings: dark Wanda x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, mentions of gun/knife, choking, strap on usage (R receiving), major manipulation, toxic, stalker

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A/N: Thank you, everyone, for reading my first series! It's been so fun to write. If you have any questions, let me know! I'm thinking of writing an epilogue for it if yall are interested? To show where they are now. Let me know what y'all think 🩷

Early Spring 2016

Wanda tilts her head to the side, a smile on her face as she looks at the painting on the wall.

It's a Renaissance-style painting. A woman draped in elegant attire is depicted running gracefully across a grandiose landscape. Her flowing garments billow behind her as she glances over her shoulder with a mix of fear and excitement in her wide eyes.

Behind her, a single shadow looms ominously, its form elongated and exaggerated. The scene is bathed in soft, golden light, casting long shadows and creating a sense of darkness.

The woman's delicate features and intricate clothing are painted with meticulous detail, while the surrounding scenery showcases the artist's mastery of perspective and depth. The painting seems to capture the eternal struggle between light and darkness.

Wanda felt drawn to it. Something about it was pulling her in. This was her fourth time coming to see it, the gallery being just down the block from her office.

"Haunting, isn't it?" A voice, possibly the most alluring voice she had ever heard, speaks from next to her.

"It's breathtaking," Wanda mutters. Her eyes focus on the woman in the painting, then to the dark shadow behind her.

"The shadow, it never stops chasing her. She's constantly looking back over her shoulder, wondering.." The voice speaks again.

"Wondering what?" Wanda asks.

"Wondering when she'll be caught. It's all a game, see?" A finger points to the small plaque underneath the painting. The title of it read:

Cat and Mouse

***

Current Winter 2018

You felt a sense of deja vu as you ran throughout the house. A sense of unexpected excitement flows through you as your feet carry you to the front door - locked.

As you run down the hallway, your breathing picks up. You hear Wandas loud steps stalking behind you at an even pace. The back door - locked.

Down another hall, door after door - locked.

Running up the stairs you take in Wandas words,

"When I find you, I will fuck you."

You couldn't ignore the ache between your legs or the partial truth to her reasoning.

Had you gone and sought out for a stalker? No, but once your shadow appeared, your life became more interesting. You felt a spark inside of you, and you felt it last night, too.

You find an open door and shut it behind you, quickly locking it. With your back against the hard wood, you take a second to catch your breath. When you hear footsteps from the end of the hall, you also hear Wandas voice.

"Don't forget what I said, darling.." A door opens and closes, the footsteps draw nearer.

A small smile plays on your lips.

You were just as fucked up as she was.

***

Early Spring 2016

Wanda turns to the woman next to her, taking in her bewitching appearance.

"Did you paint this?" Wanda asks. You nod, smiling as you stare at your art.

"I did. I still can't believe it's here," you chuckle to yourself. She watches curiously as you tap your leg 4 times with your finger.

"It's amazing. You are truly talented.." Wanda continues to stare at you.

"Thank you, it's... it's very personal," you say with a nod, turning to the stranger. "She needs the shadow to keep pushing forward, but she'll never admit it to herself."

Before either of you can say anything else, your phone rings. "Excuse me for a moment," you say with a smile, answering the call.

"Hey mom, is everything okay?" Wanda hears you ask as you walk away from her.

She looks at the painting, then to you standing on the other side of the room. A smile slid into a crooked grin on her face, and Wanda knew it was fate.

***

Current Winter 2018

You look around the room you entered, some sort of a guest bedroom. You needed a way out.. Right?

Yes, you needed to get out.

You move around the room, looking for some type of makeshift weapon, but find no such thing. Wandas footsteps stop outside the door, you stand still near the neatly made bed.

"I know you're in there, pretty girl.." The door knob wiggles as she tries to open it, finding it locked. Wanda chuckles darkly.

"Dear Shadow," her voice carries through the door, your eyes widen. There was no way she knew the next words.

"You scare me.. You frighten me.."

"Stop it!" You scream, putting your hands over your ears.

"You scare me because I'm afraid I'll never be able to live a normal life. You frighten me because I like being chased.." Wanda quotes the note you left, the one you thought was locked away in a box underneath a pile of clothes in your closet. The door handle wiggles again.

"You make me feel something, something I know isn't right. I won't play your game.." She finishes talking. And you feel your hands shaking.

"H-How did you get that note?" You ask, fists balled up at your sides. You think back to a session where Wanda even asked you about the note. A note she apparently had, for how long you weren't sure.

"Do you really think I've only been inside of your house the once? You're smarter than that little mouse."

Your stomach dropped again, a sick feeling in your gut at the realization of her words. Wanda had been more a part of your life than you had even realized.

***

Late Summer 2016

Wanda watches from across the street, hidden in the shadows as you unpack boxes in your new home. It had been two months since your mother's funeral, 4 months since she began watching you. She dropped the cigarette she was smoking onto the ground, kicking it out with her foot. She watches as a red-headed woman helps you hang up a painting on the wall. Wanda smiles. It was almost time to begin the game.

***

Fall 2016

"Natasha? Hey!" Wanda says with a perfect smile, a hand runs through her hair.

"Oh my god, hey! We just keep running into each other." Natasha smiles warmly.

Happenstance, right ... Wanda thinks to herself as the red head reaches out her hand. She shakes Natashas' hand with a friendly grip.

"I know it's so crazy! Hey, do you want to grab a coffee sometime? Might as well if we're going to keep seeing each other around," Wanda laughs and looks around the grocery store she's never shopped at before.

"That would be so great, I know a great cafe just down the block.."

***

Winter 2016

Wanda stands outside in the shadows. The same red wine is poured into a glass as you stir a pot on the stove. She watches as you look through the window, squinting your eyes. You shake your head and gulp the rest of the wine down, not knowing you were staring right at her.

A vibrate from her pocket pulls her attention, and she looks at the text she received:

Natasha- Hey Wanda! Throwing a Christmas party next Saturday. You in?

Wanda- I'll be there.

You saw in the corner of the room a woman, standing alone. Her eyes watch over the room as she sips out of a red solo cup. She looks.. familiar, you can't quite place it. With the confidence of Rum on your tongue, you walk over to the angelic looking woman. She has a crooked smile on her face as you approach her.

"Wanda," she says after you introduce yourself. It wasn't long after that you were screaming the name for hours in your bedroom.

***

Current Winter 2018

"Now open the door, darling.." Wanda says. You hear 4 taps on the door, not from her hand. You can only assume it was by the knife you saw her unsheathe downstairs.

"And then what? What's the endgame, Wanda?" You ignore her command, standing in front of the door as you question her. She's silent for a while, so quiet you began to wonder if she had disappeared.

"Tell me you don't like the chase. Tell me you hate the way I make you feel. Tell me you want me to stop," she speaks calmly, voice unwavering. You can practically hear the smile on her face as she says, "Tell me all of those things, pretty girl. And if you say it, if you mean it.. I will leave you alone. You can go back to your regular, boring life. The same routine every day. No one chasing after you, pushing you forward. No more shadows."

You swallow hard at her words, mouth open to speak, but no words come out. Wanda will leave you alone, just tell her you're done. Back to reality. Back to...

Wanda stands outside the door, waiting for too long. She reaches into her pocket and takes out a key, unlocking the door. When she opens it all the way, she feels a cool air blowing strands of her hair back. Wanda looks around once. You were nowhere to be found. She laughs and shakes her head, walking to the open window where the breeze flows into the room. Snow floating in gently.

You couldn't say those words to her and mean it. Wanda had run into your life and caused chaos, but you wouldn't be truthful if you said it was already fucked up. With Wanda you felt alive. You felt important. You couldn't live without the dangerous chase.

With windswept hair and an exhilarated look on your face, you dash through a pristine blanket of snow, your bare feet leaving delicate imprints behind you. With each step, a mix of excitement and trepidation dances across your features, your heart racing with the thrill of the moment. The feeling of the snow sticking to your hair and the flakes underneath you heightens the sense of vulnerability and adrenaline coursing through your veins.

It didn't take long for you to hear the familiar pace of Wandas stride coming from behind you.

You make for the trees.

***

Summer 2017

Wanda unscrews another bolt, wiping the sweat that dripped down to her brow. She stands from the AC unit on the side of your house, the mechanical noise coming to a halt. The birds in the trees above her chirped loudly, signaling the sun rising from a distance. She walks away, with each step assuring her imminent return.

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Current Winter 2018

You find solace behind a tree. Gasping for air, your chest heaving with each breath. As you glance around, all you see are dark trees speckled white with snow. The treetops covered the forest that stood behind Wandas house, the sun peaking through its leaves and branches to light a golden path on the mossy ground.

A branch breaks from behind you. Your hands move to cover your mouth as you hear the steps of your shadow.

****

Summer 2017

"Such a pretty little mouse..."

Wanda sat on top of you, relishing in how easy it was to sneak in. How your body barely fought her off.

"Leave me alone!" You whimper, shaking your head to remove her hand off of your lip.

"Why? We've only just begun pretty girl," her voice makes your chest tighten. You watch with careful eyes as she reaches behind her back, pulling out a gun.

Wanda slides the barrel against your cheek, watching the fear in your eyes. The gun slides down your rapidly moving chest...

And then she sets it down on the floor beside your head.

"You can use it any time you like.. but I know you won't, little mouse," she husks down at you. "You want me here.. you like the idea of a shadow watching over you every day. The feeling I can just walk in at any time.." Wanda chuckles darkly.

Before you can say anything or wonder where her hands are going, you feel a sharp needle prick your neck. You immediately feel your eyes become heavy, your vision blurring as your shadow removes her mask. Features blurry enough that you can't make her out.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N.."

You awake the next morning on the couch with a start, gasping as you look around the room with wide eyes. The pounding in your head and the nauseous feeling in your stomach convinced you that you must have had too much to drink. It was just a bad dream.

But then your eyes catch sight, on the coffee table in front of you, a small black gun.

One that you would wave down the street looking for your shadow, screaming to no one that if they didn't come out, you would kill yourself.

One that you would lie to the police about, saying you bought it off a junkie at the docks to protect your shadow.

The shadow was yours, after all, to deal with.

****

Current Winter 2018

As you stand still like prey avoiding your predator, you hear a subtle sound of a bell ringing. A bell you knew to be followed by a blow of a deep horn as a boat leaves the dock. You wait a second... two... three...

A deep horn sounds from in the direction straight ahead of you.

Excitement sparks in your chest as you mentally prepare yourself to do what you do best, run.

You don't look back once, but you know Wanda is following. Your ears twitch as you hear her pace quicken behind you, branches and twigs snapping around the two of you as you make for the dock. The trees begin to clear, and you spot the water, a dock spanning so far you can't see the end of it, along the shore. You run towards a wooden boathouse attached to the dock that didn't look too far, hoping you could make it before Wanda emerges from the trees.

You sit low on the ground of the wood surface, and water splashes below you. A small boat floated inside, covered with a tarp, along with random tables and boxes filled with fishing supplies. As you look out the window, you see Wanda at the edge of the woods, her eyes searching the many places you could be. You duck down, not willing to risk being spotted.

***

Late Summer 2017

"I really fucked up, Wanda.." Pietro sighs into the phone.

Wanda shakes her head, watching from afar as you pace the living room.

"Shit, Pietro," she sighs loudly and walks away, around the corner. "I'll book a flight in the morning."

****

Spring 2018

"I'm so happy you're back.." Natasha smiles at her friend, sipping the coffee she held in her hands, the smiling not quite reaching her eyes.

"What's wrong, Nat?" Wanda says, resting her hand on top of Natasha.

"It's my friend, Y/N. I've told you about her," she says, Wanda nods thoughtfully. "She really needs some help, I just don't know what to do.."

Wanda reaches in her pocket and takes a business card out, sliding it across the table. "Give her this. I know a lot of people that could help her, but I also know you really care about her... I could take care of her. She would be brand new by the time we finished our Sessions."

Natasha takes the card wearily. "I don't know if I can just suggest this right now to her.. I'll think about it. Wait a little bit, and see if she gets better on her own." She smiles at Wanda gratefully.

"Of course.. maybe she'll get better," Wanda says, smiling at the thought of her spot in the shadows just outside your house.

****

Current Winter 2018

"Little mouse.." Her voice sounds from outside the window. You move quietly and quickly underneath a table that is in the corner covered by a tarp.

Wanda steps inside, the floor creaking underneath her weight, the door shutting with a snap. You listen to her footsteps as she walks around the small boathouse, rustling around in boxes. Your fingers twitch, absendmidetly tapping your leg 4 times.

Your shadow loomed over you.

It was quick, the pulling of the tarp, the exasperated scream as Wanda grabbed you from the back of your neck, pressing the blade to the front of your throat. She pulls you close to her, knowing you were going nowhere in her strong grip. The knife she held to your neck presses harder, drawing the smallest bit of blood as you attempt to scratch at her arms.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Wanda sighs into your ear, pressing her lips to the sensitive skin just below. "Looks like I've caught you, pretty girl. What now, hm?" She chuckles darkly and continues to kiss your neck.

The ache between your legs grows as she presses her hips into you, feeling the strap beneath her jeans. "I told you if you ran, I would punish you.." Wanda removes one hand, keeping the knife to your throat. You don't have time to wonder before you hear the sound of her unbuckling her belt.

Cool metal is replaced with warm leather as she ties the belt around your neck, pushing you down roughly face first onto the table in front of you. "Wanda.." You whimper out. She tugs on the end of the belt, your whimpering cut short by lack of air. With the sharp blade, she cuts the shirt that clung to your body right down the middle, exposing your back.

"I told you, Y/N. I warned you what would happen when I found you." Her free hand slides down the shorts you wore. You blush, knowing she was about to find out how wet you were for her. Wanda frees the strap from her pants, sliding the tip along your ass. Your hips move back towards her as she teases you, causing Wanda to smirk.

She knew how badly you wanted her. Wanda would show you, over time, how you belonged to her and only her. And that she, belonged to you, only you.

She slides in easily, wasting no time in fucking herself into you. The table moves with every thrust, scratching the wooden dock below. Wanda holds in one strong grip, the belt, the other one holding your hip to meet hers. The knife had dropped to the ground. You both knew it wasn't needed.

"Fuck pretty girl, I'm going to fuck you every chance I get.." She moans loudly, pulling the belt. Your hands grip onto the leather as she pounds into you mercilessly, moaning at the thought of her having her way with you whenever she felt like it. Her powerful thrust sending shocks into your body. A hard smack across your ass makes you yelp. You feel a singing sensation. Another. More stinging. And another. Surely a bruise.

"Tell me, Y/N.." Wanda grunts in between thrusts. You knew what she wanted to hear. You had no problem telling her the truth.

"I need you!" You rasp out, her grip on the belt loosens.

"That's right, baby. I won't let you forget it," she pulls the belt to pull you up, your back flush against her. Wanda kisses your cheek, surprisingly softly. "Fuck you feel so good." Wanda groans, her breathing becoming ragged. She gropes your breasts as the cut shirt slips off of your body, pinching your nipples hard between her fingers.

The pleasure was overstimulating, your body still sore and tired from the night before. You feel your legs tremble under your weight, but Wanda easily holds you up.

"Are you gonna cum, little mouse? Hm?" Wanda groans against your skin, you nod quickly. "You better beg for it then.." She chuckles, making you whine.

"Wanda.." Your word barely comes out, unable to think and physically trapped by the belt. "Baby.." You try, feeling her body tense behind you.

"Please let me cum, please I'm begging you!"

"I need you to let me cum!"

"Baby please!"

"Cum for me, pretty girl.." She finally gives in.

Before you know it, you were coming, your orgasm crashing over your body in sync with the waves crashing below. Wanda continues to fuck you through your orgasm, letting herself enjoy the sight of you falling apart in her arms.

You hear her moan loudly, thrusts slowing as she releases with you. Wanda holds onto you tightly, the grip on her belt gone as you stand breathing heavily, your hearts beating together as you catch your breath. She gives you a minute before sliding out of you carefully and sitting you on the table.

You can barely sit up, freezing, and now even more sore than you already were. You watch with half lidded eyes as Wanda does her pants up, buckling her belt. She takes the knife and puts it behind her before taking off her hoodie. You could see a red shirt on her.

The hoodie is warm and smells like her as she slides it over your head, putting your arms in the holes. She pulls up the shorts and puts the hood over your head, tucking your hair behind your ears. You close your eyes as she lifts you up bridal style, carrying you out of the wooden structure.

You remember resting your head against her neck, thinking you had never felt softer skin before. You remember the warm sun shining through the trees as she carried you through the woods to her house. You remember the sound of hot water running. The feeling of her hands scrubbing your body clean. The sound of a match flicking. The smell of Wanda as warm clothes were put on your body.

Wanda slides in front of you in the bed, holding you tightly in her embrace. You grab onto her. She pulls the blanket over you both. 4 kisses on your head. The feeling of sleep taking over. The thought that nothing was going to be the same.

Your shadow whispering in your ear,

"Sweet dreams, little mouse.."

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dear-satan · 4 months

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league of legends

Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader

summary: You found a „cool” computer game for Leon and now you kneel under the table sucking his cock when he talks to his friends in the game

warning: +18 only, oral (male receiving), league of legends player

Each of us needed something to kill time, to occupy our own thoughts. Especially Leon. After his missions he was quite often absent. His thoughts still revolved around all those events he preferred not to tell you about, so that you wouldn't worry too much. Therefore, as a good girl, you tried to find something for him. Some kind of activity that would allow him to switch off his mind at least for a while and somehow relax him.... And we're not talking about sex, because you practically couldn't get out of your bedroom, and you had to function somehow and do your daily chores eventually. Therefore, you created - in your opinion - a long list of activities that could interest Leon.... But as it turned out, it wasn't all that easy.

At the very beginning you tried to convince him to read.... As it turned out, your beloved scolded this idea with the argument that this activity reminded him too much of the paperwork he did after completing each mission.

Failure number one.

Another idea was to unleash the artist in him. You bought a set of crayons and paints and arranged them in front of him along with a blank sheet of paper. At first Leon looked at you with raised eyebrows but took a crayon in pink and started scribbling something. You already thought you had hit the nail on the head, but when you saw the pink stick it immediately all your joy evaporated.... In addition, he signed this stick with your name, sending you only a sly smile....

Failure number two.

And then it only got worse....

Morning physical activity? He has workouts at work, after all.

Baking or cooking? At his first and last attempt, you had to buy a new mixer and a set of plates.

Handwork? He gave up when he couldn't thread the needle.

Crossword puzzles? And what is he, an old grandfather with dementia?

The last thing on your list was computer games....

You searched the Internet for interesting titles and so it worked out that you decided on a game called League of Legends. It looked really nice, had a lot of characters and was quite popular. Installing it took you a few seconds while sitting Leon in front of the computer and persuading him to create an account.... Well, it took a little longer. But it worked. He played the first game, then the second and third. You watched with a smile as he controlled some archer and killed little red creatures.... However, you didn't anticipate one thing.

The game became a literal time-waster, making you feel a bit neglected. Leon was really spending a lot of time in front of the computer which slowly started to bother you.... And your poor pussy was crying because of the lack of attention. Whenever you would come up to him and ask when he would finish having a craving for a bit of intimacy he would reply "five more minutes, I promise" and then he would come to you when you were sleeping deliciously. This was also the case this time.

"Baby please," you moaned as sweetly as you could, kissing his cheek. Your hands wandered under his navy blue shirt wanting to get his mind working at least a little. "Can't you pause it?" you tightened your thighs. You had been walking around with a wet pussy since morning and had given many signals for him to fuck you, but nothing worked.

"I can't doll. Soon, I'll finish and come to you, okay?" he only threw you a quick glance and a slight smile as his fingers moved across the glowing keyboard. Not after you.

"No, not okay." you puffed out your cheeks and crossed your arms over your chest "Since when is a stupid game more important than me?"

Leon only opened his mouth wanting to say something which ultimately only ended with a shake of his head. You heard some voices in his headphones at which you just rolled your eyes, feeling completely helpless. But then your gaze fell on the table and an idea was born in your head.

You crouched down, pretending to find something interesting on the floor, and neatly crawled under the table, sitting perfectly between its spread legs. You then thanked God that Leon liked to walk around the house in just a T-shirt and boxers. You placed your hand on his massive thigh, scratching it lightly and then kissed it from the inside. Leon seemed to ignore your actions until your lips kissed his half-hard cock through his dark boxers. His gaze immediately went to your face with a questioning look, at which you smiled innocently.

"Something wrong baby?" you asked dumbly kissing his boxers again. You heard him draw in air quickly through his nose and his toes flexed. "Come on, keep playing pretty boy."

Leon sighed heavily and you, completely ignoring the fact that his colleagues were further along on the links, got down to business. You slowly placed kisses on his cock, to which he twitched under the influence of this pleasure suppressed by the material. Your nails dug into his skin from time to time which caused additional sensations. However, the real challenge came when you slid your cool hand under his boxers. You knew very well that Leon was not one of the quietest people in bed, especially when you were giving him a blowjob. That's why you squeezed his penis with satisfaction and started pumping slowly, teaching him a lesson for ignoring you and your needs.

When pumping him didn't have the desired effect, you tilted back his boxers releasing his ruddy cock. Pre-cum dripped from the red head at which you fluttered your eyelashes and slowly licked off the transparent substance purring quietly.

"Fuck..." Leon's muffled moan brought an even bigger smile to your lips and his slightly panicked explanation in front of his colleagues in the headphones motivated you to continue.

You placed a kiss on its glowing tip and finally put its entire length in your mouth. You sucked your cheeks while moving your head at a laborious pace, running your hands up and down his thighs. You heard his breathing speed up considerably and he moved nervously. His toes were flexed. You took it out of your mouth to run your tongue over its entire length. Your gaze fell on his balls, which you also decided to lavish attention on. You sucked first one, then the other while still attending to his cock with your hand. Leon's sighs were like honey to your ears, especially as the mouse clicks became more and more erratic.

"I'm sorry b-but-" he snapped, biting his lip almost to the point of blood when you put him deep in your mouth again until he felt the walls of your throat "I'm having trouble with the i-internet..."

His cock twitched in your mouth, heralding that Leon was close to release. You sped up your movements, pumping him at his base. With your other hand, you gently squeezed his testicles. Leon, unable to contain himself anymore, quickly turned off the game, the laptop and pressed your head against his pelvis spilling into your mouth. You began to choke on his cum until your eyes were streaked with tears and your cheeks were burning from the heat.

"Y-you are terribly.. Impatient." he wheezed finally looking into your broken eyes as you swallowed his semen. "Such a good girl..."

"I told you to stop this silly game," you rose to place a passionate kiss on his soft lips and in the process give him a taste of yourself. Of course he returned the kiss, but it didn't last very long. In one deft motion, he pulled you out from under the table and easily threw you over his shoulder, giving you a slap on the buttock. "Leon!" you squealed with laughter.

"Come on doll, now let's play a real game." he snorted, directing his steps toward the bedroom.

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mtkay13 · 2 months

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The peach blossoms are blooming

Lol @the fancy title, haha. Yesterday I promised "two hoboxu's today!" but I'm an inconsistant liar so the second is today and not yesterday, HAH.

Anyway, another painting of my very beloved; more about this piece below!

So aside of the obvious joke, what I really wanted to work on and represent on this picture is, as the title makes it clearer, grief, and what it looks like for ZZS.

The idea came from imagining ZZS setting off, happy with his disguise, and passing by a peach tree orchards and seeing all the peach blossoms blooming, and what it would entail.

...So let's talk about what TYK is about again, shall we?

(usual caveat: those are my thoughts and interpretations etc etc)

Little is known of the four years that separate the end of QY and the beginning of TYK. Even less is obviously stated when it comes to the reasons why ZZS has put in the nails, besides the obvious "requirement to leave Tian Chuang" part.

So, trying to leave all headcanons and other suppositions aside, and looking at what the text gives us, one of the main "storylines" of ZZS' personal journey across both books seems to be: dealing with the loss of LJX, first of their relationship, and later, of LJX entirely.

>I'm going to boldly announce that (I think) TYK is in great parts a story about getting over grief, or rather, properly living with grief.

Needless to say that it is clear that ZZS has a bunch of issues he's dealing with, including "the void after meeting your goals; what's next?" and some form of burnout from completely over-exerting himself and going way beyond what he thought he could sustain mentally; but also. Four years after he lost LJX, ZZS is still deeply grieving. Still seeing him in crowds, still thinking about him frequently, still hallucinating him, dreaming of him. He couldn't resist taking in ZCL because ZCL reminded him of LJX. Nearly every single thought of his own past ends up rooting back to LJX.

The first time he mentions LJX's name out loud in TYK, chapter 41, is the first time he mentions it at all in four years, and to quote the text:

Speaking out his name hadn't been that big of a deal, in the end; it had only felt like something had been pulled out of his chest—like he was now missing a piece, like it left behind an empty void.

(TYK ch41, TL by me)

The next scene is when it hits ZZS that he's going to die; from that moment on, ZZS starts feeling stupid, ZZS slowly starts wanting to find a solution, influenced by WKX... and the story culminates with ZZS making the opposite decision that he made in QY: instead of risking never seeing WKX alive again, and against WKX's decision, he goes to meet him, unlike LJX whom he was too scared to go meet, and lost forever without even saying goodbye.

>I think that ZZS essentially took the nails because he couldn't manage to live with that grief, basically. (I know, I KNOW there are other reasons, but for the sake of analyzing this theme, I find interesting to look at it from this angle; how the narrative shifts towards ZZS putting in the efforts to stay alive at the exact same times he starts letting go of LJX literally.) And then, as he learns, as he rediscovers life differently, the story becomes about getting free from the nails, about actially living with that grief rather than dying because of it.

*coughs* so, hum, yes. This is what I wanted to represent. What grief looks like, at this stage of melancholic, happy, self-deprecating acceptance of freedom through death—freedom of the burden of grief and guilt. It's a bittersweet feeling, but the way I see it, he smiles out of what he thinks is inner peace, resignation, and once again, self-deprecation.

I would go even deeper, in that ZZS' relationship to death with regards to LJX is quite complex and difficult, given how he was told by LJX himself that he ought to die for what he's done (or misunderstood LJX saying so), but that's a whole other can of worms and I don't have the brain juice to go there again (since it wouldn't even be the first time iirc). SO YEAH, again, grief, but ZZS style: turned into a bit of a melancholic, silly, but gentle joke, and with a smile on the face. On brand with TYK as well.

Cheers!

#tian ya ke #zhou zishu #liang jiuxiao #tyk #zzs #meta #qi ye

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queer-n-here · 2 months

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Ooh I actually really like it! I would greatly appreciate it if you could write Sub!Poe (I think he's a virgin-) where Reader is sucking his cock while he tries to focused on writing a novel?

(Sorry if it's short, I'm trying to find inspiration for it 😔)

- 💕 anon

Hi brotha! And I agree. Poe is definitely a virgin. You cannot tell me otherwise.

Also I hope this isn't too short...

Contents: Poe was too focused on his novel while reader was bored, so reader decided to suck him off, only to find out that he's a virgin.

Warnings: Smut, dom male reader, blowjob, loss of virginity, slightly dubcon, dacryphilia (not much), masturbation (mentioned).

Fem aligned and MDNI.

You were bored. So bored.

Your boyfriend, Poe, was working tirelessly on his novel, and here you were sitting on a chair not far away from his, aimlessly scrolling through your phone to find something that'd catch your attention.

It wasn't working.

You sighed, putting your phone down on the table before you, and looked up at Poe.

"Baby," You called, and the only thing you received as a response was a hum. "Edgar!"

Poe twitched slightly, not looking up from his novel as the endless scratching of his pen continued. "What?"

You raised an eyebrow, slightly irked by his tone.

Getting up from your chair, you walked over to Poe's, a devilish idea forming in your evil brain. As you approached, Poe looked up, and seeing your smirk, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"W-what?" He said, watching as you stepped closer and then crouched down in front of his chair, you hands reaching for the waistband of his pants. "What- what are you d-doing?!"

Poe tried to push your hands away, but you held his wrists firm.

"What now?" You said innocently. "You were so focused on the novel just a second ago. Go on, don't let me ruin your concentration."

And you attempted to unzip his pants again, only for Poe to yelp and try to pull away.

"Tsk," You clicked your tongue, looking up at him with false impatience. "Are you gonna abandon your writing for nothing?"

"I..." Poe hesitated, then swallowed, the tips of his ears turning pink. "...What are you gonna do?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," You succeeded in unzipping, but he just wouldn't let you pull his pants down, gripping onto the waistband with both his hands. "Come on, Ed. I'll make you feel good, hmm?"

Poe bit his lip, looking away, his fingers still wrapped clenching the fabric.

"There's something... you should probably know before you... y'know?" He said, his cheeks flushed.

You titled your head, thoroughly enjoying the view of his gorgeous flustered face. "And what's that?"

"I..." Poe paused, closing his eyes before opening them again in that way he did when he wasn't sure whether he was doing something correctly. "I haven't... done it before. I'm a virgin."

Your eyes widened slightly. "Not even with a woman?"

Poe shook his head.

You couldn't help but grow slightly softer. After all, it was his first time receiving a blowjob, no wonder his usually pale skin looked like someone had splashed red paint on it.

You leaned up, planting a peck on Poe's lips, making him look at you.

"Don't worry, Ed," You said gently. "Like I said, I'll make you feel good, okay?"

And this time he nodded, his fingers finally loosening around his waistband and letting you pull his pants down to his hips. You did the same to his boxers, till Poe's semi-hard dick was exposed to the cold air in his dungeon-like office, making him shiver slightly, watching you with nervous eyes.

"Don't mind me," You said. "Go back to the novel."

"Oh, but is that- Nngh!" Poe tensed immediately, clutching the armrests of his chair with both his hands the moment your lips touched his dick. "Wait- Hah!"

You kissed and licked at his tip, watching as Poe struggled to keep talking, raising a hand to hide his face, his shoulders scrunched up.

"Edgar?" You pulled back slightly, smirking. "Are you gonna make me repeat myself?"

"Wha..." He was already panting. "What?"

"I told you to go back to your writing." You said. "If you stop writing, I'm gonna stop sucking."

Poe flushed impossibly darker, his eyes looking at you accusingly. He knew better than to argue, though. Even if you two hadn't gotten intimate before now, he knew you were a man of your word.

Taking up his pen again, Poe tried to stabilize himself, to return to his earlier composure and continue writing. But the moment the nib touched the paper, you engulfed his entire cock into your mouth, and the warmth wrapping around him like that was so intense that he gasped and moaned.

You let it slip out of your mouth till your lips were wrapped around just his tip, before slamming down on it again, making his dick just brush against the back of your throat.

Poe writhed under you, scrambling to find purchase to ground himself, huffing and panting as your head bobbed up and down, eyes glued to his flushed face as your own pants grew uncomfortably tight.

"Ed," You murmured, lips abandoning his cock so suddenly it made him whine. "Have you stopped writing?"

"N-no!" The poor man picked up his pen again, tearing his gaze away from yours to look at the page before him. "I'm writing, I'm writing."

Smirking, you lowered your mouth onto his dick again, watching as his shoulders twitched and he bit his lips, trying not to make any of the lewd noises that you had been enjoying before. As you sucked him off, tears developed in Poe's eyes from his dilemma, falling onto your head as he tried to keep his hand steady.

His handwriting had deteriorated so much that his words were barely legible, loud mewls slipping out of his bitten red and swollen lips.

You were relentless in your onslaught, and it felt oh-so-amazing that you had Poe seeing stars, his poor brain barely able to process anything but the feeling of your skillful mouth around him, steadily taking him to heaven.

He shuddered and gasped with each movement of your tongue, gripping the pen in his hand and digging it into the page, almost tearing the coarse parchment as his shoulders trembled. His legs twitched around you, toes curling inside his shoes as he tried to keep writing, not wanting you to stop even for a moment.

And as you gagged around him, eyes blurring, Poe screamed, crying out and blabbering with no sense, words that didn't belong together.

Just how did you expect him to focus on fictional characters when your very real mouth was making him feel so ethereal?

It wasn't long before Poe was trying to speak again, and even though all the noises he could make were whines and cries, you took his meaning to be that he was close. His hands abandoned the thought of writing, trying to push you away by the shoulder, whimpering and panting as more tears slid down his face.

But you held on firm, knowing full well the reason why Poe was trying to free himself. Soon, warmth filled your mouth, and you let it, swallowing down the white liquid as Poe collapsed back into his chair, all struggle forgotten as his chest heaved with each breath.

You pulled away finally, wiping your lips as you looked up at your boyfriend, and couldn't help but smile at him. The not yet dried tears on his flushed skin, what with that expression of shame on his face as he tried to avoid your gaze was enough to make your already throbbing cock pulse.

But you disregarded it, leaning up to kiss Poe's tears away instead, murmuring soft words to him that made him grip your shirt with both hands.

You left him to rest, covering him with your coat before leaving for the bathroom to deal with your own problem.

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dearly-dreaming · 1 year

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•𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄•

Title: Careful Embrace.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x fem!reader.

Word count:3471.

Warnings: Heights, falling, injury, pain ect, Morpheus’ imprisonment, touch starved Morpheus, the teeny tiniest bit of angst, love confessions and loads of fluff :)

Summary: You get injured and Morpheus takes care of you.

Author’s note: Thanks to the anon who suggested this, I hope you like it :)) Also Boundlessly Devoted should hopeful be up soon this chapter is long as lmao.

•𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄•

The Dreaming's library was the most extensive library in all of existence. Every book ever written, lost or unwritten was kept on its shelves. It was undoubtedly your favourite place in Morpheus' realm - aside from beside him.

Not that he knew that.

You were careful to keep your feelings for the King of Dreams Nightmares concealed, to him, at least. Lucienne was far too observant to miss your longing glances, the way you hung onto his every word, how you always delighted in being by his side.

It was why you two had grown so close, you confided in her and she in you, telling you how she loved her job dearly but how difficult it was at times. You told her how desperately you wanted to rid yourself of your affections for Morpheus - the ache in your heart - because you were sure your feelings were unrequited.

Soon enough, the answer was right in front of you two.

You loved the library, needed to distance yourself from Morpheus and Lucienne needed an assistant, she completely adored you.

So you became her assistant.

That's how you found yourself in your current position.

The Dreaming's library was the most extensive library in all of existence. Its shelves reached the painted ceilings and seemed to span on for eternity, it was only natural that ladders were your close companions.

You had to go particularly high today to place a book back into its rightful spot - much higher than your thought.

You really shouldn't have looked down.

The second you did, the world went spiralling, dizzy with distortion and confusion and soon you found yourself spiralling too.

The Dreaming's library was the most extensive library in all of existence. That's why no one heard you when you crashed to the floor, the air knocked out of your lungs as you stared up at the ceiling, pain shooting across your body so brutally that for a moment you feared Death's kind hand had come to collect you.

You couldn't move, couldn't find it in yourself too.

Everything hurt.

Your mind was scattered, only consumed by the pain that ignited across your body like a flaming torch. Honestly, that sounded better than your current situation. You wondered how long it would take someone to find you. Hours? Days?

You weren't sure, were unable to register time in your agonised state.

Every inch of you ached. Every inch of you wanted to rest in your bed. Every inch of you wanted Morpheus.

And Morpheus felt it.

He was in his throne room when he felt a sudden pang tear across his chest. He knew that feeling well, someone was calling to him, asking him to come to their aid. He was hesitant, someone had called for him once and he spent the next century imprisoned in glass.

He reached out to find out who was calling.

His book clattered to the floor.

His heart hammered.

His soul screamed in horror.

You were calling to him and you were hurt.

He wasted no time, a flurry of sand surrounding him as he shot to your position. You were in the library. Where was Lucienne? Where was Mervyn?

He felt the library materialise around him, welcoming its creator into its walls. He could not see you. Yet. And his fear grew tenfold, he could not have another person die on him, he refused to let that happen again.

A low croak filled the air.

Morpheus' gaze snapped towards the sound.

He found you staring at him through glazed eyes, body limp on the floor of the library, ladder next to you.

All the breath was stolen from his lungs.

He raced towards you, lungs and heart burning.

Morpheus collapsed to his knees beside you, his frantic, shaking hands coming to clutch your face, "Y/n?!"

Through distorted eyes, you saw his blurry figure and saw heard his distant voice. You could feel gentle, quivering hands grasp your cheeks and just managed to nestle into their warmth, a noise escaping your lips.

A moment of relief overcame Morpheus, you weren't dead.

He wouldn't be able to take it if you were.

Morpheus didn't hesitate as he swept you into his arms with the most care the universe had to offer. He held you like you were the wind, so fickle yet so unyieldingly brilliant - and entrancing. His breath caught in his throat as you slotted into his arms like you were always meant to be there.

You groaned slightly, everything hurt.

You felt cool hands on you, a chest pressed to the side of your body as you were lifted, almost like a child being carried to bed as they clung onto the fringes of awakeness.

A deep, rolling voice murmured, "Sleep. Sleep and all shall be well when you wake."

You let out a noise, even through your haze of pain, you knew that voice, it was imprinted in your mind like an echo. His whispered name left your lips, "Morpheus..."

He hushed you softly, like the chiming of a windpipe, "Sleep now, dear one."

You imagined he would have sprinkled sand into your eyes but he did not need to. Ever since his prized ruby had been destroyed, Morpheus had become even more powerful. His sand was still useful but in his own domain, Dream could put only to sleep with a mere command.

Just as he did with you.

Soon enough you were walking the landscape of your dream.

When you awoke from your blissful dreams you were in a room you had never seen before. In a bed, you had never been in before. Its wood was made out of the richest mahogany you had ever seen, the sheets and covers the smoothest silk you had ever felt, like the soft trickle of rain.

The floor was white marble with grey cracks running through it like spiralling stories. The windows were large, only a thin, semi-see-through curtain covering them like the rippling of stars. And the ceiling was scattered with constellations unknown to your eyes.

You let out a gasp, suddenly realising the ceiling wasn't painted. You were staring up at an actual galaxy with marvellous constellations that gave all the room light.

You were so enamoured you almost forgot the smooth desks and refines bookshelves even Lucienne would be jealous of. An astonishing mirror brandished by golden shimmered brightly as you gazed at it.

You were amazed. So much so that you didn't notice a certain physical personification appear in the room.

Morpheus finally felt like he could breathe again when he saw you. You were awake now, hair swept over your shoulders in the most heart-fluttering way as you look around his chambers in wonder. Pride filled him then, you looked at his bedroom. A part of him hoped you liked them well enough to stay in them, with him.

He stepped forward, almost hesitant, you looked so peaceful and he did not wish to disturb you but he desperately wanted to know if you were well. He spoke lightly, his voice so gentle even the clouds would weep for him, "Y/n?"

You snapped your head in his direction as soon as his poetic voice filled your ears.

He stood a little ways away from you, dark closed etched from darkness such a great contrast to the pureness of white skin. His midnight hair gleamed in the soft light of the sun, almost seeming to shimmer like a diamond. His eyes blazed with warmth, with a fondness one could only feel when gazing at the beauty of stars.

You were enamoured.

You were struck with a sudden realisation.

You were in Morpheus' chambers.

Panic lashed at you and you scrambled to get up, "Oh, my gods! I am so sorry! So sorry! Sorry-"

You were silenced by Morpheus' hands on your shoulders, stopping you from moving. His eyes bore into yours with an intensity you could only find in the skillfulness of eccentric painters. You let out a breath, hands desperate to hold his marble face.

Morpheus' voice was smooth, enchanting, and all too ethereal as he hushed you most gently, "Do not apologise when it is me that should apologise."

You furrowed your brows, the ache in your back fading slightly as you focused on all the wonders of his entrancing face. The words fell from your lips so softly it was as if the first snow of winter had fallen, "Why would you apologise?"

You had forgone the usual honorific of 'my lord' in your moment's frenzy and Morpheus' heart warmed. It felt personal, precious. he found himself never wanting you to call him by any title ever again.

He spoke gently, "I promised you no harm would come to you in my realm and it has."

You shook your head rapidly, ignoring the brief dizziness that spanned across your body, "Because of my own clumsiness."

"Because of own carelessness," He responded instantly, glimmering eyes darkened by the weight of guilt.

You hated that look in his eyes.

You loved all of the other looks he could have.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your hands moved on their own. You cupped his cool skin in your hands, feeling the silky softness of it in your palms. The words you were going to speak almost vanished but you just managed to catch them. Firmly, you told him, "It wasn't your fault. Do you understand me? It wasn't your fault."

And you both knew you weren't just talking about your fall.

The world had gone silent now, waiting in suspense for the next moments to unfold. Your heart rang in your ears as you stared into the endless pools of eternity that glimmered with inspiration and wonder and brilliance only Dream of the Endless could have. His dark hair wisped into his eyes tantalizingly, daring you to come closer, to be entranced in the bright darkness that was Morpheus.

You let out a breath.

And reality pulled you back into its grasp.

You gasped, "I am so sorry, my lord-" You went to yank your hands away like you had been burnt.

Morphues caught your hands.

You went still.

Almost hesitantly, he rose your hands again, pressing them against his face, gauging every one of your reactions. He was nervous, tentative and cautious. Dream of the Endless had fallen many times and he just kept falling.

That's why people are scared of love, isn't it?

You fall.

But falling for you was the greatest splendour he had ever felt. He relished in the warmth of your hands against his cheeks, he would spend eternity in your embrace if you allowed him. You were like a goddess and he your devoted priest, your dedicated worshipper, your divine follower.

He was completely and utterly besotted by all that was you.

And like every poetic creature, the confession was burning at the tip of his tongue. Words never would be enough to convey.

"My lord...?" You questioned slowly, you had never seen him like this.

His eyes fluttered closed, almost annoyed by the title. The feeling of your burning warmth against his skin had left Morphues open, unafraid and entirely desiring. He begged for you, he needed more. He needed all of you.

And he could no longer keep it his dear secret.

The gentlest of sighs escaped his lips as he stared deeply into the enchanting gleam in your eyes, words a wistful whisper, "Don't call me that. Please."

You furrowed your brows, mouth going dry for a moment, "I'm sorry. Would you rather I call you your majesty or -"

He shook his head, expression softening so much it could shatter. His skin gleamed like forbidden crystals in the sunlight and somehow you managed to hold him.

Then he spoke that word that sounded like the heavens, that tasted like dusk and felt like peace.

"Morpheus."

You swallowed, and disbelief struck you.

But you were a human and had been taught cruelly that the universe was not kind and that dreaming was foolish. Reality had sunk its claws into you and left you dreamless. Even in front of the Dream King himself, you could not allow yourself to slip into the blissfulness of your greatest dream.

To be loved by Morpheus the same way you loved him.

"What do you mean-" You choked out the words.

He grasped your hands ever so slightly tighter, almost as if you would fade if he didn't.

"Morpheus," He breathed, "I wish for you to call me by name. Morpheus."

You could not believe your ears. The universe was not kind, it would not allow you this. It just wouldn't. You shook your head rapidly, "But that's - I'm just a - You're a king!"

"And all I want is for you to say my name. To hear it spill from your lips like the finest ichor, like the most sacred song, like the sweetest story," Intense eyes glimmered like stars, "I want to hear it repeatedly. I wanted it imprinted in my memory for all eternity. I want it to echo in the halls of the castle. Give me that. Give me my name from your lips."

He was begging.

Dream of the endless was begging for you to say his name.

"Please," His eyes glimmered, his voice crackling as tears threatened to spill like rivers.

You gasped.

You had brought Dream of the Endless to the brink of tears.

And like all desperate poets, you found yourself enamoured by your inspiration, willing to do anything he asked.

"Morpheus," You whispered, his name sounding like the softest of rose petals on your tongue.

The reaction was instant.

A sound you never imagined you would hear passed through his lips. A sort of hitched whine as he nestled into the warmth of your hands as if he had finally found safety from a storm he could not free himself from.

You were entranced, completely and utterly besotted.

"Again," His voice was barely above a whisper as he begged you again.

"Morpheus," You breathed breathlessly as he shuddered, curling closer to your body as if you were a paradise he found in the middle of a great tempest untrollable.

It was almost as if he was struggling to breathe as he clutched your hands in his, pushing them as close to his face as he could manage, "Never call by anything else again, I could not-"

His words were cut off by a shaky intake of air and through his closed eyelids you could begin to see that his eyelashes were glistening.

Your heart began to hammer in your chest as you leaned closer, murmuring, "Open your eyes, please. Open your eyes, Morpheus."

At the utterance of his name, he followed your request. His eyes opened and you saw the way they glistened with stars that cried with overwhelming emotion. But the tears would not yet fall, as if they couldn't. They had been held in for so terribly long that Morpheus had forgotten how to cry.

"Morpheus-" Your voice cracked as you stared at the man in front of you, shattered yet so unbelievably strong. An odyssey of pain and power.

His breath shuddered as the words came tumbling out of his mouth like a scrambled story, "I never want to hear you call me by anything other than my name again. I could not handle it any longer. I could not. I can not."

You tried to hush him.

But he could not stop now, "Please do not make me go through the torture of hearing you call me by titles so detached and unfamiliar that they make my heart cry. Please do not make me. I beg you. Please."

Tears were gathering in your eyes now as you watched the man who always seemed so sure and controlled spilt apart in frantic emotions in front of you.

All you wanted to do was ease his pain, console him, heal him.

"Morpheus-" You attempted to speak, to calm his storm of emotions.

The words were choked as they flew from his mouth, trying to stay afloat, "Please do not make me. I can not bare it. I love you too much."

You froze then. Surely you had misheard?

But you hadn't.

And his confession seemed to spill like a symphony, "I love you too much. Too much. Every part of my being belongs to you. Any command you give I shall do, anything you ask for shall be given, anything. Everything, You have my heart. My soul. You have everything that is me. You always will. I love you, y/n. I will love you for all eternity, I will love you even when we are stardust. I love you with everything I have. I love you, y/n."

And then the tears fell from your eyes.

That speech was for you.

That was how felt about you.

That love was for you.

"Morpheus," You croaked, clutching his face tighter as you gasped out the words, "I love you like the sun."

He froze. The universes in his eyes seemed to freeze along with him as he stared at you in disbelief. The silence was thick as you waited for him to say something, anything. But he did not. His eyes merely gazed into you and you gazed back.

Tentatively, you pressed your forehead against his.

And time seemed to start again.

Desperation was strong as he shot forward, lips pressed to yours frantically, intense and consuming. His lips were soft like silk, they tasted like sweet sunset. His kiss was erratic, passionate and beyond your wildest dreams. His kiss was like waves crashing against a cliff, intoxicating. His kiss was like that special place everyone had, home.

You gasped, hands clutching his cheeks as you pulled him closer, feeling the coolness of his body press softly against yours. Frantically, your fingers traced the wonders of his face as you kissed yourself and Morpheus into the sweetness of oblivion.

Morphues reciprocated your touch, callous hands coming to grasp your face sweetly, desperately, as if him letting you go would be the worst kind of torture. And it would be. A century of isolated agony, a century of no touch, a century of complete loneliness. All had been forced upon Morpheus and your soft smile and even softer touch gave him something he didn't know he craved until now.

Your touch sent him to Heaven.

Your touch lost sent him to Hell.

Morpheus would not lose you, he could not. He couldn't take it.

His lips moulded against yours as they had always meant to, the entire universe smiling for two souls that had meant to be together from the very beginning had finally collided.

And, oh, how you collided.

Morpheus gasped, relishing in the way you pulled him closer still. He would gladly be consumed by every part of you. You were his eternity. You were his reason. You were his love.

It seemed that Dream of the Endless himself had finally found his dream.

Your chest heaved as you almost forced yourself away from Morpheus.

He followed your lips.

You let him, lips connecting once more in quick, hasty kisses filled with desperation and passion and enamour. Morpheus could barely breathe, you were like the sweetest song, and he would forever be entranced by you.

The words came from his mouth like a story, "Please. Never leave me. Stay by my side for all eternity. Be mine, heart and soul.

You grasped his face tighter, forehead falling against his tenderly, "Oh, Morpheus, I already am. I am yours, heart and soul. Forever."

He shuddered at the use of his name once more and his eyes gleamed with tears again, "You're mine?"

You nodded, another kiss pressed to his berry-pink lips, "Always. Endlessly."

And the tears finally fell.

Oh, they fell. They fell in hot burning streaks down his face but he could not shy away from you. You would not let him, you clutched his face tighter, hands stroking away each and every one of his tears.

And Morpheus fell apart.

His cries grew louder, his grasp turning to a grip as he fell into your arms, embraced by your safety. Morpheus did not remember the last time he was so vulnerable, the last time he had allowed himself to break. But he could now. In your arms, he could release his pain.

You gently rocked back and forth, hushed reassurances whispered into his ears as one of his hands came to find its place in his midnight hair, cradling his head closer to you.

"It's all right, now, Morpheus," You breathed so very gently, "I'm here. And I always will be here."

"Promise?" He croaked."

God, he sounded like a child.

But you only smiled, "Promise."

That promise would carry on throughout eternity. Stories and songs would be written about that promise. Your vows would be made from that promise. Your children would be made from that promise. Your lives would be made from that promise.

But for now, as the both of you lay in Morpheus' bedroom, hidden by one another's safety, the only thing that mattered was you. Now, you were two people, completely and entirely in love with one another.

You would remain that way until all the stars burned out, all the worlds collided, and all the galaxies shattered as the end of creation drew near. And then as you turned to stardust, you would still love each other.

You would love each other endlessly.

And that was the greatest promise of all.

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thearoaceshark · 8 months

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My headcanons for Transfem Leo:

— When she started using eyeliner everyone thought that Karai had taught her, but she actually taught herself. She has an excellent pulse so the eyeliner always looks divine on her ✨️.

— April taught her to paint nails.

— She is curious about wearing a corset. If she could be human for a day she would try one on.

— She loves to wear sweaters and baggy clothes, it's the only human clothes that fit her, but she dreams of being able to wear tighter clothes.

— When she was a child she liked Lilo & Stitch a lot, her brothers also liked it but she more. She admired Nani very much.

— Her favorite Disney princess is Tiana.

— She was always interested in ballet, but she was afraid that her brothers would make fun of it, besides, sensei was already teaching them to be ninjas, she had no time for ballet (that and according to what she saw on TV, she couldn't wear those cute shoes because his feet were very big).

— She often wonders if she is really pretty. She knows that she could never fit the human standard of beauty, but she would like to look cute even for a turtle.

— When she was 7 years old she helped her father make yukatas for her and her brothers for their birthday. At the age of 20 she and her girlfriend made kimonos for their birthday, three montsuki (male kimonos) for her brothers and a Furi-sode (female kimono) for herself.

— She likes gossip and comic and dramatic telenovels.

— She continued to have tea parties with Chloe every Friday and Saturday, and the little girl was the first to find out that she was a trans girl. She went from Mr. Imaginary Turtle to Miss Turtle very quickly.

— One day, instead of having tea, Chloe made her play on the catwalk and named her Miss Universe, according to the blonde that was an official title, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was having a bad day so that cheered her up a lot.

— She and Karai made her brothers and April swear that they would never mention how they met, much less in front of Shinigami. Mikey accidentally told Shini, but she chose to ignore it, made a deal with Mikey and pretended that she still didn't know.

— She and Donnie cried when Inside Out was cancelled, they were super fans of the series. Then Donnie tried to hack Netflix and they had to stop him.

— Secretly watch kdramas with April.

— When they were children Mikey for some reason began to call her Sleeping Beauty, she secretly liked that nickname. Years later they remembered that and Mikey said that he started calling her that because she slept just like Aurora when she fell under the sleeping spell.

— She watches a lot of makeup tutorials even though she knows she's not going to use 80% of the products they show, she just likes them.

— When the Barbie movie came out, she wanted to wear each and every one of the clothes changes that Margot Robbie had. This was her favorite:

— After defeating the Shredder, she and Raph improved their relationship, they started talking and they didn't argue so much anymore. Obviously they kept fighting, siblings do that, but at least it wasn't as serious as before. Now she and Raph confided in each other, Raph was the second after Chleo to find out that she was trans, and Leo was the first to find out that he and Mona were going to have babies.

— She and her girlfriend often question whether they should adopt a child, but the conversation always ends with them not being ready. One day they found a stray dog and they adopted it, it was not what they had in mind but they are happy.

—Taylor Swift fan.

— "Not because I like Monster High does it mean that I'm lesbian... Yes, I'm lesbian, but not because I like Monster High."

— "My favorite MH is Abby–"

"That's such a fucking basic bitch answer"

"Oh! Do you want an original answer?!!"

"ª–"

"Marisol Coxi, Abby's cousin who was featured in the 'Monster Exchange' line! THAT'S MY FAVORITE!!"

— Gwen and Pavitr are her favorite characters from Spiderverse.

— Had a time when she was obsessed with wigs, and she managed to have many of them, nowadays she still keeps them but only uses them occasionally.

— She dressed up as Elizabeth Liones for Halloween.

— Once in a while combs Chloe's hair.

— She is ashamed of her emo phase, especially now that she is a diva.

— When she came out of the closet and she said that she would change her name Mikey bombarded her with thousands of options, some names were good, others not so much. She ended up keeping one, but Mikey was disappointed, telling her that he hoped she would choose Artemis.

— The list of names in question is:

Megan

Elizabetta

Suzanne

Diana

Leona

Dracuturtle

She-Turtle

Skull Crusher

Eleanor

Wendy

Chanel

Mulan

Leah

Harmony

Killer Beauty

Kunoichi Blue

Thalia

Tired Mother of 6

Dinosaur Tamer

Lorraine

Stunningly Beautiful Miss Universe

Lisa

Jisoo

Luciana

Lavinia

Leshawna

Bela

Black Widow

Shakira

Selena Gomez

Artemis

Elsa from Frozen

Blue Princess

Turtle-Woman

#Who would have thought that years later she would become Nani #head of the family after the death of her father #with younger brothers to take care of #she meets aliens #with crazy adventures #transfem leo #tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt 2012 #2012 leo #leonardo hamato

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bitchfitch · 7 months

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Squid comming me to do that painting of Geir put the Things back in my head. and idk. I just want to do a rundown of the current cosmology of the main setting right now.

There's seven elder god style critters in the main setting. They're responsible for the making and shaping of everything and are the only lights at the end of time. They're constantly building and destroying their world over and over as a form of play. but they can't exist in their worlds without pupating into them.

Theres seven of them, but only four are currently accounted for in any story (outside of their presence as stars in that pirate thing), with a fifth sorta bubbling at the moment

Shining Thing:

Shining Thing is the one most responsible for the smaller facets of life. It had emissaries long before the other six. Namely the main Royal™ Family ™ When Cadfael somewhat accidentally gave all other humans access to magic, he did it by spreading the magic in his own blood. All magic in this setting originates from Shining Thing and Cadfael's attempt to cure his own sickness.

Shining Thing is also the god that Queen Rhiannon shredded to remake herself and bring forth the unicorns. While it did Die, it's not really gone. It will eventually reform, though it will be both the last and first of the gods to pupate in this version of their world.

It's main motifs are light, and spiders.

Grinning Thing and Other Thing

Grinning thing was the first to begin it's pupation. Once Shining Thing was slaughtered the barrier between the worlds was thin enough for the others to begin pushing through. Other Thing was third.

These two are the destroyers of the pantheon. Neither of them care much for the act of creation but they both revel in destruction. They both want Nothing.

Grinning Thing wants everyone and everything else to have nothing, it thrives on being envied. It wants to hoard but doesn't care at all for it's hoard

Other Thing wants there to Be nothing. Pure destruction in its most basic form.

Grinning thing is represented by locusts and glittery things, lots of color and shine vs Shining Thing's bleaching light.

Other Thing is moths and darkness. An absence of all else.

? Thing

? Thing was the second to begin it's pupation, and it will be the second to last to finish it. It's rot plain and simple. The process of making the old into fertile soil for the new.

It's pupation has been paused by one of Shining Thing's fragments. The vessel it chose for it's pupation sought out the fragment, the unicorn Arlo, for help. Arlo didn't care that he was scared and desperate, he just cared that ? Thing's arrival would mean the end of Arlo's play time. So he made the vessel immortal and impossible for even a god to find.

He was kept alive so that the connection between him and ? Thing wouldn't be broken, meaning ? Thing couldn't just find a new vessel to use instead, leaving the vessel to wander the world being forgotten as soon as it was seen.

? Thing is represented by flies and mold.

the last thing I have brewing doesn't have a title yet. I just know it's the step after ? Thing. And that while the others merged with their vessel's completely, to the point the cocoon's original personality and memories became the Things', this new one kept separation between itself and it's cocoon... I suppose it's more akin to a how a parasitoid wasp uses a carcass than how the others used their cocoons. It needs something to perpetuate itself and it's kin, not to remake itself like the others have.

but yeah. Wasps and new beginnings, (eggs, seeds, the first page of a book, sunrise, etc) are what will represent it.

I'm not going to force the other two to come play. They'll show up on their own sooner or later .

#? is a place holder. ? Thing will get a proper title eventually #but yeah the monster under the bed/haunted house project is going to be another Thing origin.#Those are still bubbling tho

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i-am-beckyu · 1 year

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BECKYI HAVE SOME FAKE FIC TITLES FOR YOU!!!!

(Do whichever ones you want, or none!)

— Mysterious Menace

The Tiny Who Could Flickering Lights

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(Also thank you so much for the fic titles, they’re challenging yet so good!!)

:00000000000000 The obscurity!!! I like a challenge >:]

Mysterious Menace

Something strange was going on the smp. Everyone's stuff was going missing. Like EVERYTHING! One minute it's there, the next second POOF! Gone.

But the strangest thing is that when an item is discovered missing, is the strange giggling that follows and yet; no one is around that it could belong too.

Now you may be thinking the culprit must be using invisibility potions right? Well that would be a viable option if not for the fact that the thief would still need to open doors to get inside to steal objects, and after the first 8 times something had gone missing, Phil had set up a Redstone system to alarm him if any doors were triggered open. and yet, his stuff still kept disappearing.

It also seems the thief can make things float now too, as he stares at his iconic hat seemingly float through the air to an open window followed with 3 tiny voices of people bickering..... or, 3/4 sbi are tiny faeries that have decided to steal things from all of the smp and are caught by their favorite human to mess with.

Heheheh pranks go brrrrrrrr

The Tiny Who Could

Its not an unknown fact that Orphanages in Essempi don't have a great amount of Funding. They have enough money to support all the children under their care, but not enough to supply the children with extra gifts and non-essential special things for the children there. The head of Orphanage: Kristin, did her best to give the children the best Christmas she could, she really tried. But even with the little money she had spare after her own living expenses, there simply wasn't enough for all the children.

And telling the children they wouldn't be getting any gifts was always the worst part.

Well Phil wasn't having that. He'd been living at the orphanage and watching over the children there for years.

And while he was small, he knew how to carve objects from wood. When you're a tiny, there isn't exactly whole lot of stuff for you on hand, so Phil had learned to make things for himself. And yes while there were 20+ kids in the orphanage, if he could just get the wood, he'd have a gift for every child there by the time Christmas rolled around.

He could do it. He could bring joy to all the little kids in the orphanage.

So every night after each borrowing trip, Phil would go to the attic and take one of the old unused building blocks from the unusable toys box, and carved a gift for each child. While he couldn't make anything fancy fancy, he figured little figurines of animals would be okay. He took it upon himself to find out each childs favorite and would study the old picture books to carve their details precisely. He even found some unused paints, and painted them!

When one gift was finished, he took it from the attic, tied it with a bow and nametag of the child and moved it to behind the wall of where the christmas tree would be in preparation for Christmas eve. Soon, every child had a gift and on Christmas eve, Phil had pushed out each gift under the brightly decorated tree. Come Christmas morning, the children would have themselves a new toy. Now to return to the walls and get some well needed sleep before anyone woke up like Kristen who was standing in the door way staring at him with tears dripping down her face. Well, so much for going to sleep.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THIS IDEA HERE FEELS TOO WHOLESOME! LIKE I SWEAR IF SOMEONE WANTS TO WRITE THIS OR WE DO SECRET SANTA AGAIN AT CHRISTMAS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE ME THIS! I WILL LOVE YOU!

Flickering Lights

mmm no idea's for this one but only because I was given a similar title that I've written for so expect that fic to drop some time this week ❤️❤️❤️

BUT THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SLOTH!!! THESE TITLES ARE BRILLIANT AND THE SECOND ONE NOW HOLDS A KEY TO MY HEART!!!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE EM!!!

#beckyu writes #fake fic titles #sloth my beloved #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #giant!phil #tiny!phil #giant!kristen #3/4 tiny!sbi

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charaznablescanontoyota · 5 months

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2,10,19 :)

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

this is beyond the scope of fanfic but im allowed to talk about my original writing here because i decided. landis of antlerscolorado fame was supposed to die in my original outline of chapter 2 and then i liked him so much i couldn't kill him and he became the second protagonist. you know how it is with guys who live in the woods and do blood sacrifice

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

usually as soon as i start or pretty quickly into the thing because most of the time (for fic, at least) i will pull a title from a song that i'm listening to while writing, lol. 1 time out of every like 10 finding a title is like pulling teeth and i have to hold up a bunch of different ones like paint swatches, but that's also kind of enjoyable in its own right!

uhhh original stuff is harder to title for me lol it mostly gets one word titles that are impossible to search (see: the woods, sapling, et al). antlers chapters were all modest mouse songs, psong chapters still get song titles mostly because alyssa lets me title them lol but also we are doing something a little bit different with ch21 and 22 in that they're both lyrics from the same song

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

stephen king, grady hendrix, naoki urasawa, hiromu arakawa, patricia c. wrede, tamora pierce, madeline l'engle, uhhhhh those are the ones i got off the dome. there was a moment in like 2021 where i read a bunch of carmen maria machado and sarah gailey back to back and felt like i took a lot out of it stylistically/structurally that helped my writing level up too. also reading devil and the dark water back in like january helped me write better mysteries and sort of revisit the way i think about them while alyssa and i were working on psong chapter 20!!

#writing meta meme #THANK YOUUU ALMA these are fun

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theressomethinghappeninginparis · 1 year

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I found an article on the paintings, and I also got into the Louvre. I know it sounds strange, but hear me out.

Transcript of the first and second page: First of all the data on the art, which was found in an abandoned monastery with he help of Russian archeologists; Vasiley is located in Prague, yet his name is Russian or Ukrainian which could mean he was in the excavation team. Also, the title confirms that there are indeed 5 paintings with 5 sketches of each- the so called Obscura Engravings. The paintings are supposedly on top of black magic imagery to kind of seal them. There were also painting supplies and books in the remains of the building, but none knew they were in there since they were mentioned in history yet hidden away. It's also no coincidence I think that Brother Obscura- the monk who painted them- was put to rest in Paris. Something tells me he could be in/under the Louvre, couldn't he?

Transcript of the third and fourth page: So. The guy on the phone who was likely Bouchard or not told me if I ever need to use the ID he gave me I shouldn't use the official way in, but rather a less public one. There apparently was a woman talking to him that mentioned to blow up something where she needed a map- he suspects she meant the Louvre. It has to be Lara Croft, no doubt! it has to be her. She's onto something. So the map I have looks like a swer map, it fits exactly the one below the Louvre. So I'll bite the bait and assume he was sincere, so here's my plan:

Enter the Paris sewers close to the museum

Search for markings on the wall since the map is ambigous

Tricky part: slip inside the Louvre and pretend to work there

Find the archeological dig Carvier mentioned (and her office)

Search for Brother Obscura and the Obscura Paintings

What I'll take with me: rain boots, pepper spray, a first aid kit, and a fake ID that could very well be a real one, who knows where Bouchard gets his stuff from. I might have taken money from Rennes place and told my work place I am sick, but this is now more pressuring.

Transcript of the fifth and sixth page: Someone littered the place with corpses and I suspect it has to be...Miss Croft. The sewers were the correct clue, they lead to the cellar of the museum and she has blown a hole into the cellar to enter before me. There are so many photos of mystic symbols, paintings and sketched, I documented that all. There is also a really heavy metal door close to the dig leading...somewhere.

Here is the photos I could take. I was in a hurry and didn't have much time, but here is anything I found somehow important. People were lying on the floor and I didn't touch them. I just passed by and avoided them. It was the yuckiest thing ever and I am impressed to not have faced police yet. On the pcs of the excavation were writings and measurements open I couldn't tie to anything, only once I saw the Lux Veritatis symbol. If the door really leads to a tomb it could be one of them, or the monk's?

That's the most important ones I've taken. I found the office thanks to the signs and here's what I collected. Trust me, it feels like shit digging through a dead person's belongings while having to hurry up.

Transcript of the seventh and eigth page: The door to her office was unlocked. Croft was here, of course, before me. Whatever she took with her I don't know and I can only work with what I have. She has an ancient paper on a second desk, I think she examines her findings there. On the right there are five paintings, probably the Obscura ones. On the left are strange symbols with arrows pointing towards the paintings. I know I suspected the Sanglyph being hidden, and it is divided into five elements. Could these also be hidden in the art, one in each? Through her notes I can assume the LV have hidden them. But why hide the Sanglyph parts? Why not use it...well, do they know how to do that?

On her main desk was information on Brother Obscura and, more importantly, she had a file open with Vasiley's logo, there has to be a link in between all of this, somehow. It said the monk was ordered to paint over the art and then they were called after him. The paintings were also hidden away. So they hide parts of the Sanglyph in the paintings and hide them away...for what?

When I finsihed with her office I went back to the dig and tried to find somethink more in case I overlooked information. There's a bit more strange things I found, I'll take notes as soon as I can. I know I could have searched more thoroughly but I'm afraid of running into the police. They wouldn't believe me if I started with black alchemy and angels. Who would, for real.

#angel of darkness #classic tr #tomb raider #traod #tomb raider series #lara croft #journal #aod #tomb raider angel of darkness

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669b-oldblog · 2 years

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THE GAME

a corroded coffin playlist.

I promised y'all i'd make a Corroded Coffin playlist as an example of their discography (specific to my series 'The Game.') So here it is!

The playlist is in order of release, starting in the mid 80's and ending by the time The Game takes place (Summer of 92.)

1-6: This is what the band sounded like when they first started, when Eddie was still kind of young, 14-16ish. Heavier, screaming, just trying to find their sound. Eddie couldn't sing so he more or less just yelled really loud and hoped no one would notice.

7-15: This is when they get their shit together, taking heavy inspiration from rock and metal. They start playing gigs and eventually write an album that gets picked up by a record label. Most of the inspiration behind these songs come from D&D campaigns and Eddie's frustrations would high school social politics.

16-20: First album. Mostly love songs written while Eddie and Steve were dating, all though a few were written after the fact. You Give Love A Bad name is their chart topping single that spirals the band into success, to Eddie's dismay.

21-26: Second album. It has a weird mix of miserable songs written by Eddie and extremely horny ones written by Gareth. It did well commercially, Paint It Black being their chart topper, despite Charisma being the album's title track. This album also begin their shift into a new genre, slowly shifting into vocal heavy industrial/alternative rock.

27-29: Third album. Their best seller. The band stepped away from rock of the 80's and dived right in to alternative rock. This was for many reasons with the main one being that the music scene was rapidly changing and rock was slowly falling out of fashion and so was the band's interest in the genre. This album did a lot for Corroded Coffin, solidifying them as an extremely important band, propelling them to sex symbol status and catapulting them to stardom. Eddie feels pretty guilty about the genre change, but he likes their new sound and those raspy, screamy, rock vocals were seriously damaging his vocal chords.

I hope y'all enjoy!

#corroded coffin #eddie munson #steddie #thegame series #thegame fic #the game series #the game fic #thegame updates #Spotify

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bikerjongho · 2 years

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WIP REVEAL GAME ✒️

tagged by: @itsapapisongo, thanks dude

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

I don't have that many wips with actual writing for them, but I have a handful! Here they are:

photomeister — vampire photographer yunho, set in the same universe as my fic corpsehands. a universe set in the 1920s during prohibition that's extremely supernatural! also an extremely belated birthday present for yunho. Will very likely finish this one!!

the mansion of humanity — a continuation of the library of wonder and inspired by ateez's song answer. basically these dudes that hate music and arts are trapped in a mansion that's full of music and arts. they hate it lol. this one is over a year old idk if I'll ever finish it

sleep requiem — prince seonghwa has severe trouble sleeping because he is haunted and visited by demon-like vampires from a rival kingdom that hate his guts and also his kingdom. this was going to be seonghwa's birthday fic but then I blew through liquid gold so this was tossed aside. I might finish it later because I like the premise but I'm not sure.

library heist — ateez (all eight of them) steal a painting from their university's library as a prank because it's ugly as shit and it's funny. probably will never finish this as well lol.

pirate yunho — my first failed yunho birthday fic. I just couldn't get into it. Yunho was a pirate in search for treasure and was on a race to find this certain treasure before a pirate he hated (San) would get to it first. He also has a sword that, when it kills people by its hand, steals their soul and strengthens the sword. Definitely wants to kill San with that sword.

necromancer yunho — my SECOND failed yunho birthday fic. Yunho is a necromancer and was going to revive the people that a serial killer had been killing to freak him out when he realized that his victims were alive and well and very angry at him.

comic book shop yunho — my THIRD failed yunho birthday fic. yunho lives in the same city as Spiderman and is headed to a comic book shop to chill out with the comic book shop owner (Javi) when Spiderman swoops in outside and is battling a supervillain. Javi and yunho watch in awe together.

grim reaper yunho — my FOURTH failed yunho fic jfc. hopefully the last one. Yunho is a grim reaper that aids souls to the afterlife and on this particular day he aids two very different people to very different afterlives.

tagging (no pressure): @mathgoatwrites @abiaswreck @blossom-hwa

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Chapter 4 'shall I compare thee to a summer's day' for Sing, oh Muse, of the tragedy of James Bond is posted! (Ao3 link)

Summary: Q knew he was an intelligent man. But just because he was intelligent did not mean he was smart in everything. Especially love.

The first thing Q knew when he met the famed, and recently dead, agent James Bond - 007 was that he'll end up falling in love with him. The second thing Q knew, was that this love of his will only end in heartbreak for him.

And he was right, for both of them.

It started like this.

Q met first 007 at the museum in front of the painting and had a conversation where both threw digs at each other. Now, the digs weren't thrown with harsh venom, it was light with a slight competition of yes I can be more of a shit than you. But, it wasn't this moment that gave way to Q's first thought, that came after, when Silvia infiltrated their systems (his fault, completely his fault) and escaped and 007 chasing after him like a hunter with prey.

Watching him through the cameras, the focus he had, yet was still able to be that bit of an arsehole to Q through his earpiece was what made Q know that he would fall in love with him.

Q always had a weakness for smart snarky men who could be serious when necessary. It didn't hurt either that Bond was also probably one of the most attractive men he's ever met. Baring that one guy he met back at a party from his university days (who he swore now had looked similar to Bond). A coincidence surely.

Now, back to Bond. At first glance, sure, he was obviously attractive, especially in those bespoke suits of his, but it was when you spoke to him and really looked at him that you'd find yourself thinking, yes this is the most stunning man I have ever seen. It was the light glow he seemed to have, obviously coming from the tan he got during his 'death', and the calming warmth he seemed to bring with him wherever he was. It was his piercing blue eyes that felt like they saw everything that made you, you when he looked at you, but despite that, you couldn't bring yourself to look away, especially when he smiled.

Now, Q had only seen him smile once at this point, but that once was enough. It was a small smile yes, a slight quirk of the lips, but seeing it, seeing how it seemed to brighten his face made Q think of the sun coming out from behind a cloud, the instant warmth that would permeate the air. And if that was what a small smile made Q feel, what would a full one be like?

Now, the second thought came after the whole Silvia mess and M's (he still couldn't wrap his head around it) death. He never did find out why she only ever arrived and left work in the dark either.

When Bond came back into MI6, he looked practically dead, his face was expressionless and he seemed to just be going through motions of living, there was no life behind his actions. Whenever he came into a room, the temperature felt colder and the lights dimmer as if Bond in his state took and absorbed all that was warm and light in the world. But, that couldn't be true, obviously, no person could actually do that. It must just be Q empathising with his pain that made the rooms feel like that. Obviously.

But Q, seeing Bond like this, knew that this was a man headed towards his own destruction. Knew that whatever he felt for this man, if he let himself fall, was only going to lead to his own broken heart.

And Q didn't want to stop himself from falling.

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All Q had left to do in his office was sign off and approve some papers and the mission report for what's now been titled as Skyfall before he could go home and toast a drink to himself in memory of her (she's gone, how could she be gone).

It was tedious but it must be done and the quicker he finishes the quicker he leaves. An out of character thing for him to want, yes, but today feels the exception.

Q read through the papers, talking of budgets and tests and whatnot, before he looked at the report on his computer. There wasn't anything more he needed to add to it, only to have a look over now as a second opinion.

It all looked to be in order, Q thought as he scrolled down the page but then he stopped. Right at the point at the times logged for when Bond made the call of agent down and when MI6 responded for clean up.

That wasn't right. Q pushed his glasses up and leaned closer to the screen, how could there have been a two hour difference between them? There should be no time difference at all, never mind two hours, that's impossible for any kind of mission. How could this have happ-

.......

......

.....

....

...What?

Q leaned back in his chair and shook his head. What had he been thinking about? He looked back at the screen, hoping it'll jog his memory, but no, there was nothing.

Q scrolled through the mission report again, and after finding no issues with it he emailed back his approval and turned off his computer. Time to head home for the night.

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Months pass, and the next year 2013 comes in where the whole of MI6 is finally moved into a brand new building. Day in and out, Q continues his routine. Going into work, ensuring each double-oh agent is equipped with the best weapons and devices he and others in his department have designed. Signing off and approving whatever needs his approval as department head and of course assisting in missions when necessary.

The other thing that's become part of his routine is Bond. Over the past few months, Bond became lighter, almost back to how he was before the cock up of a mission in Istanbul that lead to his 'death' according to those that knew him from before. It was a definite relief to everyone in the workplace as well, no one felt like they were on their deathbed by just having an accidental encounter with the grieving agent.

And the rooms no longer felt darker and colder with his presence. Also an unexplainable relief.

Now Bond would come into Q's office as Q worked to generally be a nuisance. After visiting for over three months and almost breaking a gadget still in development for the hundredth time, Q had had enough. No matter how much Q secretly enjoyed these visits and the attention Bond showed him, he could not deal with this anymore.

"Right, that's it." Q said slamming his hands on the table and standing from his chair. Bond, who was wearing a very lovely silver suit, looked over at him with a very innocent expression on his face while holding a broken object that may or may not be the latest surveillance equipment still in development.

"Yes, Q?" Bond replied, as he delicately placed the now broken object down where he got it, nudging it together to make it appear whole as if he never touched it in the first place. Infuriating man, why his heart skips a beat whenever he sees him, he'll never understand (he absolutely understands).

"Come with me, Bond." Q ordered as he grabbed a tablet and marched out of his office, hearing Bond on his tail.

Q came to a stop in front of the lifts and pressed the down button. Bond appeared by his side a second after he pressed the button and Q knew it was killing the agent to not know exactly what was happening.

"Where are you taking me then?" Bond finally asked as the lift opened and they both walked in.

Q swiped his security card and hit the button for the Q branch R&D floor and responded, "you'll see."

Q's eyes looked to the side to see Bond's reaction and found the agent staring straight at the button he'd just pressed, delight shinning in those wonderful blue eyes before he found himself under that powerful blue gaze.

"Really?" Asked Bond, excitement threaded through his voice.

Q had to take a minute to compose himself before he replied. Having Bond looking at him and speaking like that made Q want to tell this man that he'd give him everything he's ever wanted if he only asked.

"I told you, Bond. You'll see," Q made himself reply after clearing his throat and hoped Bond didn't notice slight reddening of his cheeks.

What is he kidding, Bond is a double-oh spy, of course he noticed. Now it's just to hope that Bond doesn't read to much into it or take advantage.

The lift thankfully opened and Q quickly walked out with Bond, now keeping pace with him.

Q led Bond to the area they keep the experimental guns.

"Choose any five," Q told Bond and went to grab a cart, "we'll take them to the shooting range for you to test for me," he called out.

There was any audible reply and when Q came back with a cart he found Bond carefully placing a gun he chose on a nearby table with four others. Now was it just him, or did the room seem just a little brighter?

Shaking that thought away, Q had a look at the guns now on the table, "these five then?" and marked them off on his tablet.

Bond nodded beside him, the man was almost bouncing on his feet, his eyes focused on the guns. There was a vibrancy to him that Q hadn't seen before, his blond hair gleamed gold and his blue eyes were a brilliant piercing blue, and, was he? Q squinted his eyes and poked Bond on the cheek, was he actually glowing?

At the poke Bond snapped his head to Q with a look of extreme confusion and took in Q's expression, "are you alright Q?" he asked.

Q realising what he did quickly droped his hand and wiped it on his trousers, "right, yes, well," he said, flustered as all hell and quickly gathered the guns into the cart before rushing off to get the necessary ammunition, his cheeks prickling with heat.

Coming back Q saw Bond standing where he left him staring at Q, still looking puzzled. Q placed the ammunition boxes on the cart and cleared his throat. Then, grabbing the cart he pushed it to the lifts, "let's go then," he said absolutely not looking back at Bond.

Q pressed the up button and waited, avoiding looking at Bond whose eyes he could feel boring into him. Why did he have to do that? There is no coming back from that, no escape. Fuck.

The lift finally came and Q and Bond both went in. Q swiped his card again and pressed the button for the level the shooting range was on, doing his best to ignore Bond's look.

There was a huff of breath that came from Bond, "you're just going to ignore that happened aren't you, Q?" He said, voice filled with amusement.

Q finally looked at him, refusing to be distracted by how attractive he looked with that slight smirk and eyes filled with delight, he replied simply with "yes."

Bond's lips quirked up a little higher, "alright then," and at last looked away from Q. Bond looked normal now, too. Odd.

The lift opened to their floor, thankfully not stopping at any other and making this trip longer. Pushing the cart in front of him, Q entered the shooting range and looked for an empty shooting bay area the furthest away from everyone else in the range.

Seeing one on the other side of the room, he led Bond to it. Reaching it, he found the sound from the guns in use wasn't too loud that he and Bond wouldn't be able to hear each other. Q put the cart to the wall and had the paper target replaced with a realistic ballistic gel dummy. Pulling up the appropriate file on his tablet, Q then loaded up an enhanced handgun with newly developed double loaded bullets.

Q turned to Bond who had taken his suit jacket off and placed it on a nearby chair, leaving him in his very well fitting white shirt that Q would love nothing more to undo the buttons of, was holding out a pair of earmuffs, his own around his neck and wearing a pair of safety glasses. Taking in the lovely sight, Q took the offered earmuffs and began to display the first weapon Bond was going to test for him, "this handgun is designed to hold newly developed double hitting bullets. Should they work, a single bullet will hit the target with the force of two. They've been tested enough to know they're safe for use but they haven't been tested in practice yet."

Bond nodded, his expression serious, "understood, where would you like me to hit?"

Q took a look at the target, "try and hit the lower right rib area and I'll get you a non enhanced handgun for you to hit the opposite side and I'll get a comparison."

Bond nodded and put his earmuffs over his ears, Q doing the same, took the gun and went to the firing point. He brought the gun up and took the shot, the bullet hitting right where Q wanted it.

Bond looked back at Q and gave him the gun, "well done," Q told him, not sure if he could hear it but the smile he received made Q think he did. Unloading the gun, he placed the spare ammunition back in the case and went to the check point that held the average use guns and signed out a handgun close enough to the one he made Bond use and a round of ammunition.

He walked back and gave the gun and ammunition to Bond for him to load himself. Doing this, Bond went back to the firing point and shot the target again twice, on the opposite side of where he shot it first. Finishing his shooting, Bond unloaded the gun and went to step on the buzzer to bring the target up to compare the damage the bullets gave.

Q took the gun and ammunition from Bond and placed them on the cart before standing next to Bond, both with their earmuffs off, as the target made its way towards them. When the target was finally close enough, Q looked at the two bullet holes, and that. That was surely something. Not only did Bond shoot the target in the exact opposite spot as his first shot, but he hit the second spot twice exactly in the same spot. That was practically impossible, Q was expecting there to be two very close holes for the second shot, not just one. Reaching out he touched the target at the shot point and looked at the side, seeing both bullets, one behind the other, through the clear gel.

Astonished, Q turned to Bond, "that is one of the most impressive things I have ever seen."

And Bond, Bond grinned at him. That grin was the most beautiful thing Q had seen. It made Q think of a bright and warm summers day, full of happiness and safety. Bond's eyes shining sky blue crinkled at the sides, he practically glowed.

Bond crossed his arms, making his shirt bunch up wonderfully, and his grin turned rakish, "Well, if you think that's impressive Q, you should see me with a bow as I shoot my load."

And

Q's

Brain

Stopped.

What?

Did Bond just flirt with him?

Q blinked, stupidly he felt, at Bond in response to that line. That was the most stupidest line he had ever heard, and this was coming from a man most well known for his seductions.

"What?" Q said with a voice that absolutely did not crack.

Bond winked at him, "You heard me, Q."

That wink almost undid him, was it getting hot in here? "Have lines like that ever worked for you?"

Bond shrugged and his grin went down to a smile, "You tell me."

"Well, it's not," Q said (it absolutely was) in his best firm voice, ignored Bond's raised eyebrow, pushed his glasses back up and had a look at the damage the two bullet holes did on the target. He then turned to make notes on his tablet, trying to take his mind off the current situation and his prickling cheeks.

Q hoped this was a one time thing (no he did not.)

It wasn't.

During his visits, Bond began to flirt with Q. In little ways, like telling Q the jumper he wore brought out his eyes or that his pants were quite nice on him after coming in to Q's office to find Q bent down underneath his desk.

Now Q could shrug these off, despite how his heart skipped a beat each time. But then, Bond started to come in with tea for him or food if he found out that Q hadn't stopped working to eat and Moneypenny hadn't come by as she sometimes does (how does he know?).

This level of kindness made Q dare to hope. Q knew there was a high chance Bond had an interest in men. Looking through his previous mission reports showed that Bond had seduced men having no connection towards his mission and most likely had only done so in want of a good night.

So, could Bond possibly return his feelings (oh how Q detested the word crush)? Or, is this some kind of weird way Bond shows friendship? After all, Q had seen the way Bond acts around Moneypenny, the way he speaks and looks at her and the way she acts in return. It made Q almost certain that the way Bond acted around him was just a weird friendship. It made sense afterall, why would man like Bond ever take a second look at a man like him. Though, there was something about the kindness Bond showed that still made Q dare to hope.

They were questions that floated around Q's head, never leaving him, always there in the back of his mind. Though, Q never let it distract him at work (only at home where he could take comfort in his cats).

The does he doesn't he all came to a head the day Q's testing session for some new grenades went wrong, almost a full seven months from when Bond first began flirting with him.

Q was in the secured explosives testing room with Bond, having him throw a Q branch member's newly designed timed grenades.

Bond looked to be having the time of it a smile on his face as he threw grenade after grenade over the clear protective barrier and hearing them explode after their set time went off.

Q was also having the time of it by not also getting to see things explode but also getting to watch Bond's back muscles shift under his shirt with every throw he made, nothing to say of his arse in those pants either.

It was as Q was writing down some notes for the grenades while not thinking of how he wanted to trace the muscles of Bond's back without that shirt in the way that Bond's voice called out.

"One's malfunctioned Q!" He shouted and Q's head snapped up to see Bond throw said grenade over the barrier before running over to pull Q to the ground and covered him with his body.

The explosion came quicker than any normal grenade and was therefore louder as it went off closer to the barrier than any grenade is supposed to. Thankfully, the barrier held as it was meant to.

Q's ears were ringing from the explosion and had his eyes squeezed shut from it. There was a dull ache in his back and head from how Bond pulled him down. The ringing and pain started to ease, quicker than Q expected, it must not have been as bad as he thought and opened his eyes.

Only to see Bond's face directly above his, close enough that he could almost count the man's eyelashes. Q tried to bring a hand up to fix his glasses that were half covering his eyes, only to find that he couldn't and finally registered how Bond had one hand under his head and the other around his back. The agent was completely wrapped around him.

Q focused back on Bond's face and found that Bond looked closer than before and his eyes kept flickering down to Q's lips. Q's breath caught and his month fell open a little. Bond's gaze went straight to it and the focus and hunger, after all what else could it be, seemed to charge the air around them.

Q wanted nothing more than to reach up and close the distance between them and finally kiss Bond like he'd always dreamt of. But, something stopped him.

A noise from something falling to the ground shattered the tension and Q looked over to see that it had been his tablet falling from the table. He looked back only to see Bond staring at him with a look of complete terror? What?

But with a blink it was gone and a blank mask had fallen over Bond's face. The room felt dimmer now, as if a giant cloud had come and covered the shinning sun.

It was at this point that Q knew Bond felt something for him like he did in return. It was also at this point that Bond began to act more professional towards him, as if a barrier had been brought up inbetween them and Q had no idea how to cross it.

Then just over half way into the year 2014, after more months of watching Bond go through his missions, receiving hits that dealt less damage than they seemed, and assisting him with a level of professionalism that wasn't there between them before, the man vanished.

Q refused to let himself wonder and be distracted by the man's disappearance (more like worried out of his mind). Afterall, he'd know if Bond was dead, that is not something that'd happen quietly, he knows it (he has to). Instead he'll keep focusing on fixing the car that Bond only managed to bring the steering wheel of, something he started a few days after the steering wheel was given to him, on top of his own actual work.

And then came the whispers of a merger between MI5 and 6 and with it Max Denbigh. Q, unhappy with this decision, sent a request to M for his branch to be moved to another location away from HQ. His small act of rebellion.

The request was, surprisingly, accepted and over the course of the last few months of the year, Q had his branch set up in a secret location only accessible by boat. And had even finished fixing up the destroyed Aston Martin, complete with all the lovely secret additions.

Then, a month into 2015, Bond shows up again. Q watches over his monitors, with secret relief, the video feed of the destruction and mayhem Bond caused in Mexico City during a festival for Día de Muertos.

Classic Bond.

Bond arrived back a week later and after a, hopefully, angry dressing down from M, Bond arrived at Q's new office (his lair really, but that that's neither here nor there).

Q took great pleasure in injecting Bond with the new smart blood he and his department created. The wince and shout of 'ow' certainly appeased the raging beast inside Q's chest. But it was the surprise of Bond not getting the fancy new car Q showed off that was promised to 009 and the reaction to only receiving a watch (that doesn't explode, what do you mean?) from Q that really made up for it all, especially for him not finding his joke funny. Oh, why must Q be attracted to a man who has no sense of good humour.

And Bond just had to look at him with those beautiful blue eyes, and Q accepted to do anything. Like going against M and allowing Bond a few days of invisibility from the smart blood. Don't judge him.

Of course, coming down later to find that Bond took 009's car away, leaving champagne in a bucket in it place, really brought everything down. Disregard the fact that he put Bond's handprint in the system for him to be able to use the car. Still, it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt, especially the emails and calls he'll have to make. Then, finding out Bond drove it into a river.

God, is it normal to want to kill the man you're attracted to?

Q looked at the dot showing Bond moving on the map. Obviously, just because he said he won't let M know Bond's movements doesn't mean that he wouldn't be watching.

And it looks like he's heading to Austria.

Great.

Q sighed and with trepidation, pulled up available flights to Austria going right now. The things you do.

Following along Bond's dot, Q was pretty sure he judged correctly to where Bond would show up. And looking at the couch through the large window, he could see said man sitting on it. Q settled himself down at the bar and waited, going through the drinks menu as he did. Now, which one looked like something Bond would hate the most?

Almost 20 minutes later, Q saw Bond leaving the room and ordered the most horrible sounding drink he found.

Sitting in front of Bond, who wore a black sweater that did wonderful things for him, Q almost forgot how to speak.

Of course, Q got stroppy with the man, but, then, "one more thing," said man asked looking at him with those eyes Q was so enraptured with and held out his hand. Q sighed and held out his in return and looked at the ring Bond dropped into it, ignoring the electricity he felt as Bond's fingers lightly dragged across his palm.

"Find out what you can about that for me."

Q sighed again and looked up only to see Bond looking at him with such tenderness that Q didn't know what to do with himself. Hands almost fluttering, Q pocketed the ring and packed up his computer, "come to my room in one hour," he told the agent.

"One hour," Bond agreed and looked up out the window. His face changed to panic, "go now, I'll see you there."

Q looked to see what had him so panicked and saw a group of men trying to kidnap a blonde woman. Fuck.

Practically running into his hotel room, Q quickly slammed the door shut and locked it. Shit, shitting shit shit. That was too close. Q put his computer bag on the bed and collapsed in the nearby chair, rubbing his hands over his face.

If it wasn't for that door being open or that handsome blond man (had he seen him before?) shouting about something and distracting his would-be captors, who knew where he would be right now.

Q took in a calming breath and got up to get a glass of water. Finishing it and placing it on the table, he jumped as a loud knock sounded on his door. Quietly he walked up to it and looked through the door hole, only to see Bond and what looked like the almost kidnapped blonde woman.

Opening the door, Bond and the woman rushed in and he quickly closed it behind them. Q, unsure of who the woman was, quickly and quietly told Bond all the information he found from the ring.

At the mention of La'American, who Q had no idea who that was, the woman called out, "La'American is a place, not a person."

Q and Bond turned to her.

"Just who is she?" Q asked Bond who looked at the woman intensely.

"Her name is Madeleine Swann, a Doctor from the retreat we were just at and Mr White's daughter, who was a member of Spectre." Bond answered, looking at her.

Q looked back at the woman, looking a little out of sorts after her almost kidnapping though none the less, very beautiful.

"And you brought her here?" Q whispered harshly, but Bond still looked at the woman with an indescribable gaze. Oh, oh.

Q swallowed and stepped back. Right then.

Bond looked back at Q, "get back to HQ and do what you can to stop nine eyes and C," Bond's name for Max Denbigh, "from succeeding."

Q nodded, not being able to say anything, his throat felt too thick.

Watching the pair of them leave, letting the door close behind them, Q could do nothing but stand there. What was he kidding himself, of course Bond wouldn't want him.

Of course he wouldn't.

Q watched with his heart in his throat as Bond walked away from them on the bridge, towards Dr Swann. Leaving this life behind him and them to clean up his mess. What else could he expect, honestly.

Q tore his eyes away to Moneypenny, who looked at him with realisation and understanding. "Oh darling," she said and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Q squared his shoulders and stood straight, walking away from Moneypenny's painful gaze, letting her hand fall from where it was and looked to help where he could. Stuff upper lip and all that.

It ended like this.

After the most of the nine eyes mess was cleaned up for the night and the merging was successfully stopped, Q found himself sitting back in the basement of his lair, looking through files on his laptop and being the branch head he is.

It was as he closed an email from 005 requesting a boat with flame throwers built in (really what on earth would that even be useful for?), that the lift dinged open and out walked-

...Bond? Had he come back?

Q stood up, "I thought you already would have left the country with Dr Swann by now, Bond."

Q ignored how the words ripped his chest.

Bond smirked, "you'd be right Q," he said, "but, there's just one more thing," and looked over to the covered Aston Martin.

Q's breath stopped. He wanted- he'd take the car Q painstakingly restored for him and use it to drive off with another woman? How dare he.

"You'd take that with you?" Q said quietly and there must have been something in his voice and expression because when Bond quickly turned his head to him, his face shuttered.

"Q," he said softly and walked over to him.

But, with each step closer, Q took a step back. They kept going like that until Q walked back into a table and clutched the edge of it behind him and turned his head away as Bond walked closer.

Q felt a light flutter of a touch on his turned away cheek and looked up through his lashes to see Bond looking at him with a tender expression. Q closed his eyes as the hand on his face began to delicately stroke his cheek.

"I'm sorry Q." Bond whispered.

"Are you?" Q whispered back to the man he was in love with, still refusing to look at him. There was no use in continuing to deny it to himself now. He knew this would happen but he hadn't wanted to acknowledge that it had. And what a time to do so. It's just like Q to realise he's in love in the same second his heart is being broken in to pieces.

"You have no idea." James affirmed and dropped his hand. Q's eyes opened at the loss of sensation and found James looking at him sadly.

"In another life," James said, "perhaps we could have been happy."

And

Got

Pissed.

"Another life," Q said and pushed himself away from the table and stalked towards James, who was now backing away from him. "Another fucking life," poking a finger into James' firm chest with every word, "there was nothing stopping you from making that life this one. You knew how I felt for you, didn't you? And still you did nothing."

At the last word James caught his finger and held it, looking at him with a severe expression and the room felt dark and cold, "I can't tell you," James told him, "and why didn't you do anything, if you felt something for me?"

Q's mind with blank, "you can't-. You can't tell me?" Q said, "what the fuck is that supposed to mean? And I didn't do anything because the instant I realised you could possibly feel the same, you pulled away!" And Q yanked his hand from James and took a step back, breathing harshly.

James left his hand where it was in the air, "Q, I-" he started then stopped and closed his eyes. Looking like he steeled himself, he dropped his hand and opened his eyes, with no readable expression repeated, "I can't tell you."

Q glared at him, "go then," he said and tossed the keys, James catching them in one hand, "get out. Leave like you want to."

Q turned his back to him, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't bare to watch James drive away. Taking longer than Q expected, he finally heard the beep of the Aston Martin as it was unlocked and the car door open and close.

(And Bond drove off with his own heart behind him. Leaving a tragedy of his own making.)

After what felt like forever the car was finally turned on and Q listened as it sped out to the basement car exit and finally let the tears fall as his heart left without him.

Q grabbed a sent off a quick text to Moneypenny, maybe she would be in the mood to help him drink his pain away. He didn't think his darling cats would cut it this time.

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