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How They Met Themselves (fanart, my first piece for Queliot Bingo)
Okay, you are getting the drawing first! But I will paint this when I have time!! And maybe write a fic too!!!
How They Met Themselves (with Art) (656 words) by EliotQueliot
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Magicians (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh
Characters: Eliot Waugh, Quentin Coldwater, 23rd Timeline Quentin Coldwater, The Monster (The Magicians)
Additional Tags: queliot, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mosaic Timeline (The Magicians: A Life in the Day), Beast Quentin Coldwater, Monster Eliot Waugh, Jennifer - Freeform, Forests, Fillory (The Magicians), Mosaic (The Magicians), Evil Twins, Doppelganger, Pre-Raphaelite paintings, Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Freeform, The Pre-Raphaelites
Summary:
After more than a year working on the Mosaic, Eliot and Quentin go walking in the woods. There they encounter their evil twins, Monster!Eliot and Beast!Q!
OR: Monster!Eliot and Beast!Q versus Quentin and Eliot from the Mosaic! Boom!
Thank you @queliotbingo! ❤️
#queliotbingo#queliot#the magicians#the magicians fanart#the magicians fanfiction#quentin x eliot#the magicians event#eliot waugh#quentin coldwater#queliot fanfic#queliot fanart#the magicians fanfic#otp: proof of concept#my fic and art#my fanart#pre-raphaelites
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anyway has anyone written a fic where queliot (cough eliot cough) figures their shit out post 3x05 mosaic timeline and actually enter a relationship and then the rest of the key quest where Eliot gets possessed by the Monster still plays out and Quentin is like crying sobbing over it, I need more angst
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Quentin Coldwater has been dead for seven months and fourteen hours when Eliot stumbles on him on a magical errand.
Eliot Waugh has been dead for thirteen years, seven months and seventeen hours when he passes the door of Quentin Coldwater’s hedge coven.
None of this makes sense but both of these realities are true. And what should they expect really, after fortyish freaking timelines?
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Quentin minor-mended his way out of the Mirror World and forgot all about his past life except for Eliot and the Mosaic. It’s time for them to bring all of the pieces of the puzzles together.
I was so lucky to get to beta this gorgeous fic by @tegulaesunrise!! The writing is beautiful, the story is very moving, and I really love these characters. I'm so excited for everyone to read it!! Here's the first chapter, and the rest is going up soon.
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Magicians Settings Week: March 27 - April 2 2023
Let’s explore the wild & wonderful settings this fandom has given us! Each day will provide a choice of two settings to use as inspiration for fanworks.
DAY 1: Brakebills or a hedge safehouse
(Monday, March 27th)
DAY 2: the Underworld or the Whitespire throne room
(Tuesday, March 28th)
DAY 3: the Muntjac or Baba Yaga’s penthouse
(Wednesday, March 29th)
DAY 4: the Neitherlands or the Library
(Thursday, March 30th)
DAY 5: Antarctica or Ibiza
(Friday, March 31st)
DAY 6: the cottage at the mosaic or Indiana
(Saturday, April 1st)
DAY 7: free choice
(Sunday, April 2nd)
How do I participate? There is no sign-up for this event; simply post your work to AO3 and add it to the ✨Where The Magic Happens collection✨ or post on Tumblr and tag us in it.
Do I have to write fic to participate? Not at all! All types of fanwork are highly encouraged. Draw a picture, make a playlist, record a podfic, manip some fun images, write some meta – all wonderful. There are no requirements for length/size, ship or lack of ship, genre, or rating, either. Just have fun with it!
Although we offer two prompts per day, you can do as many prompts as you would like. If you want to do one prompt per day, cool! If you want to do one prompt the entire week, also cool! If you want to do all the prompts, super cool! It’s completely up to you.
This event is meant to be chill. Let’s explore all the weird and wild places in this universe! The prompts are there to get the plot bunnies hopping, not make you feel like you have to write something detailed about architecture or pay a ton of attention to geography. (Let’s be real - the writers never did!) A fic that simply takes place in the setting is fine! You can focus solely on the alternative prompts, too.
Looking for more inspiration about a particular setting? Check out our resources post!
We can’t wait to see what you make!
#the magicians#the magicians fanfiction#the magicians fanart#fanfiction event#magicianschallenges#magicianssettingsweek
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Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: The Magicians (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh
Characters: Quentin Coldwater, Eliot Waugh
Additional Tags: Mosaic Timeline (The Magicians: A Life in the Day), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The Underworld, Canonical Character Death, sort of but different, Time Loop
Summary:
An alternate ending to the Mosaic timeline, in which Quentin never solves the mosaic after Eliot’s death. He dies an old man there and they meet again in the Underworld. When they go through the doorway to move on from the Underworld, they find themselves back at the beginning of the mosaic timeline, stuck in a time loop there until they solve it.
Surprise! Chapter 2 is up! (I surprise-finished it today, and wanted to post before I get super busy the next few days.) Enjoy! ❤️
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I wrote four fics for the 2022 Fic in a Box Exchange, and one was a darker Queliot fic. Mind the tags, the MCD is off-screen and is not Queliot.
I do miss writing these two, and I had fun looking at them again with a darker lens.
The Way the Story Ends
New energy surged through Quentin’s veins.
Magic. And yeah, it was magic, but it was so much more than that—it was power. Knowledge, the likes of which he’d never begin to understand as a human, was searing through him, flaring up in his eyes and on his skin. He looked down at his hands, at the blue flames that licked over them, up his wrist and disappearing into the sleeve of his hoodie.
This was him. This is me. Magic and strength and life and death were inside of him, to do with as he wished. As he wanted.
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Instead of casting a mending spell in the Seam, Quentin casts another spell that impacts him in a different way.
#rubiwrites#queliot#quentin coldwater#eliot waugh#quentin x eliot#eliot x quentin#the magicians fanfic#the magicians fanfiction
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I just finished a new part of my Fantasy^2 AU rewrite (always be plugging) and since I draw doodles for each chapter I thought I’d post some of my favorites so far :)
#the magicians#eliot waugh#quentin coldwater#margo hanson#alice quinn#penny adiyodi#kady orloff diaz#the magicians art#the magicians fanfiction#shameless plug
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Spoilers for the Magicians Season 4:
Anyway, in my Arielle-goes-to-Brakebills AU, my plan is to swap her and Julia as the conduit for the Monster’s sister, but because she’s not a goddess, he’ll literally have to scrape out her organs and replace them with the ones that’ve been collected.
That is to say that once all is said and done and resolved, I think it would be funny for her to wonder aloud if her new organs are MRI compatible.
#the magicians#arielle#the magicians season 4#magicians#magicians season 4#the magicians fanfiction#Arielle the magicians
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#eliot waugh#quentin coldwater#quentin x eliot#queliot#queliot fanfic#the magicians fanfiction#queliot fanpoetry#haiku#my fic
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— character : Tim Drake
— content : x gender neutral reader - reader is referred to as 'you', tim confessing multiple times and failing, reader is ... dense.
— authors note : as i said - i want to write for each weeks of december ! and today is the 7th so my deadline. this is short but sweet :)
— The first time Tim Drake, told you he loved you was the 7th of december a few years back. It was a regular day, nothings out of the norm expect for the fact that it snowed, when the weather forecast said it couldn't.
You took a moment to react, looking at your friend dumbfounded. You were both sitting at a table, at a coffee shop, you were sipping yours and had to put it down. Not sure how to react you simply laughed.
''Well, I like you too Tim? You are a great friend, but you caught me off guard with ... that.'' You told him after you finished laughing.
He sighed and shake his head, he seemed that he wanted say something else but Tim changed subject, talking about a new novel he was reading.
The second time Tim Drake told you he loved you was the next year, the 7th of december once again, this time you were watching a movie. It was just a cheesy regular christmas movie that you put on because you didn't know what else to watch - both of you were not paying attention to it. You were sitting next to Tim, your head was lying on my shoulder and your hands were intertwined. He wasn't sure how he kept his calm to be honest, his mind was racing and once again he just blurred out a 'i love you'. Not hearing any response from you after a few minutes had passed, he looked at you, to see you asleep. He sigh - once again his confession failed.
This time, he didn't care too much, 'I always have next year to tell them' he thoughts. He watched your sleep so peacefully and couldn't help but smile. Then his gaze lower to your hands holding each others and lightly squeezed yours. He didn't mean to but that woke you up, he let out a small laugh seeing you suddenly jerk up, asking for how long you were out.
The third time Tim Drake told you he loved you, was once again the 7th of december. He had decided to make it his habit, he could confess to you every 7th of december until you gave him an answer. This time you were both walking in a mall, looking at the decorations. It was his idea, he wanted this to be a somewhat romantic hangout and take it as an opportunity to confess but he gave up momentarily seeing how into the decors you were.
At some point, you both arrived near the center of the mall, here the malls Santa was. You turned to him and looked at him without saying anythings - Tim understood nearly immediately what you wanted to do. He looked at you back for a while, before sighing and nodding his head. And there you went, getting in line to take a picture on this Santa laps, with Tim by your side, as you obviously dragged your best friend along.
When it was finally your turn, he stayed on the side, like a parent do for a kid, while you went and sat on the Santa lap and took a picture. You jumped off the Santa lap and walked to Tim with a grin on your face - he couldn't help but smile lightly and whisper 'i really do love you'. You didn't hear that - but once again. Tim didn't care that much, - he knew he always had next year to tell you that.
The fourth time Tim Drake told you he loved, was the 7th of december, it was been now four year that this little tradition of his was going on. You didn't know about this one, you thought your tradition was to hang out every 7th of the month, which was the truth but not the entirety of it.
This time you both were baking gingerbread over at your house - well you had already finished baking it, it was currently cooking in the oven and you were cooking the mess that had became the kitchen. Tim did understand now why Alfred banned him and most of the residents in the manor from attempting to cook.
While he was washing the dishes, you were cleaning the counter. He quickly finished the dishes and went to help you clean it. 'Accidentally' getting a bit too close to you and brushing your hands against each others.
Once you finished, Tim and you sat on the floor in front of the oven to wait for the gingerbread to be done. While you were staring focused on the oven, he turn to you and blurred out, - once again.
"I love you." He was expecting you to laugh, give him a little punch on the arm and tell him you loved him too - because he was your friend.
But you didn't. Still staring at the oven, you swallowed and responded "I love you too Tim.", he took a moment to register your words but he decided to hold back his emotions.
"You know I don't mean it in the 'I love you' like a friend way right ?" He asked. "Hmm I know. I didn't mean it in that way either." You answered, turning to face him.
"Oh. I'm glad to hear that … Can I ?" Tim asked, leaning closer to you. You nodded and he leaned even closer until his lips were on yours. The kiss was short but sweet, once he broke the kiss he whispered "You have no idea how long I wanted to do that …".
#Tim Drake Tag. 🦇#i tried to read tim fandomwiki page and ... it's too long im sorry#i did solely based on informations i got from reading fanfictions about him ! ! woo#the magician sugar overload#a magic piece ?#tim drake x reader#dc x reader#tim drake x you#tim drake x y/n#tim drake imagine#tim drake blurb#tim drake headcanon#tim drake fanfiction#tim drake fanfic
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ꕥ Asra Headcanons: Jealousy ꕥ
If ever there was a healthy relationship, it would be one with Asra— it's something that is very important to him and something he actively works to maintain
Despite his willingness to spend his near every waking moment with you, he's very accommodating when it comes to you needing space
It's this same mutual trust and stability that makes him so comfortable with you spending time with other people
Despite his maturity and security, the beginning of your relationship (like any) was a period of heightened emotion. In the midst of it all, despite himself, Asra still had tiny inklings of self doubt and worry when it came to you being alone with people who had little reason not to be more than friends
He hated his anxiety about it, and felt guilty that there was still any part of his mind that struggled to trust you and your devotion to him
From the start, however, he'd never found himself feeling insecure when you two were together among other people. He always felt that being around you was very grounding, and you seemed to be able to restore all his sensibilities
By now his trust in you is unwavering, and he feels fully secure in the place he has in your heart. There are, however... a few small exceptions to his confidence
It hits the hardest when he's away for long periods of time. Every idle moment is spent thinking of you, and he makes sure to communicate with you as frequently as he can, but eventually the guilt of leaving you alone catches up
He has immense gratitude for the people in your life able to keep you company in his absence, but sooner or later the regret begins to take the shape of a benign jealousy that others are caring for you when he ought to be
He hates feeling so helpless, but the longer he's away the more that shame piles up on his heart. The muted envy that others are getting to do his job is never resentment, he's too grateful that you have support around you. But he certainly does wish he were there with you, reclaiming his responsibilities as your partner
Beyond that, there's little that could put a dent in his faith in your relationship. He knows any attempt to alter your mutual affection will be entirely unsuccessful
If someone does try to make a move on you, he feels in no way threatened, but he's quick to indulge in a little flaunting. A hand sliding down around your waist... Leaning close to your face to speak to you... A kiss to your knuckles... Standing close enough to you that his body brushes yours... All little ways to simultaneously flirt with you and deter those interested
Overall, he's nearly never jealous, and could hardly be a better partner if he tried 🫶
#asra x reader#asra#the arcana asra alnazar#asra alnazar#asra the arcana#arcana#the arcana headcanons#the arcana#asra the magician#headcanons#fan theories#asra brainrot#asra fanfiction#asra x mc#asra arcana#asra fanfic#asra fluff#asra headcanons#asra imagines#asra my beloved#asra x apprentice#asra scenarios#asra x you#arcana apprentice#arcana imagines#arcana brainrot#the arcana asra#the arcana brainrot#the arcana apprentice#the arcana au
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Magicians Settings Week: Here We Go!
The challenge week is finally here! Our AO3 Collection is open for posting, and we're ready to reblog posts we're tagged in here on tumblr.
The prompt schedule for the week:
DAY 1: Brakebills or a hedge safehouse
(Monday, March 27th)
DAY 2: the Underworld or the Whitespire throne room
(Tuesday, March 28th)
DAY 3: the Muntjac or Baba Yaga’s penthouse
(Wednesday, March 29th)
DAY 4: the Neitherlands or the Library
(Thursday, March 30th)
DAY 5: Antarctica or Ibiza
(Friday, March 31st)
DAY 6: the cottage at the mosaic or Indiana
(Saturday, April 1st)
DAY 7: free choice
(Sunday, April 2nd)
#the magicians#the magicians fanfiction#the magicians fanart#fanfiction event#magicianschallenges#magicianssettingsweek
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Writing Patterns
@eliotqueliot tagged me, and I wasn't even going to play, but I was curious, so I went to look at the first lines of all my fics, and what I found was so hilarious to me that I had to share! 😂
Rules: list the first line of your last 10 posted fics and see if there’s a pattern! (((Revision: OR FEEL FREE TO CHOOSE WHATEVER NUMBER YOU LIKE OR HAVE!!!)))
I only have 4 posted fics (3 complete and 1 WIP), so I'm going to include all of those plus a bonus one from a temporarily discontinued WIP, because the pattern is so strong and it's further evidence of that point, lol.
Posted fics, in order from most recent to oldest:
1. Quentin’s joints creaked as he slowly turned around to see Eliot sprawled in the chair.
2. Benedict looked around, taking in the unfamiliar walls of the tent.
3. Quentin was on his way to the locker room for second period gym class when he heard a commotion in the gym.
4. Eliot glanced around nervously as he walked into the clinic.
And, as a bonus, from my currently on hold WIP:
5. Alice screamed, a primal, feral sound that sliced through the room like a blade.
I'm still laughing so hard, because I had no idea if there would be any pattern or not, but OF COURSE there is an insanely strong pattern (hi, I'm Tara, and I'm autistic AF 😂). Not only is it a pattern, but it follows a rule, which is: The Role Of The First Sentence Is To Introduce The Character And Set The Scene. Every single one of these starts with the POV character's name. 3 of the 5 involve said character turning/looking around, and the other two are sound-based (hearing or making sounds). I swear I had NO IDEA! This is so incredibly funny to me 😂😂😂
I'm not tagging anyone specifically, but whoever wants to play, consider yourself tagged!
#the magicians fanfiction#my fic#tbh it's rare that my pattern recognition is amusing rather than detrimental to my mental and emotional wellbeing and it's kind of nice
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The wompoverse
#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#septicart#jacksepticeye#jse community#chase brody#digital illustration#jse henrik#jse art#jse anti#jse fanfiction#jse fanart#jse egos#jse fandom#jackieboy man#marvin the magician#jameson jackson
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So It Goes; Sirius B. 🐇
summary: being sirius black’s illusionist might not require being cut in half, but he finds other ways to challenge you.
word count: ~2K
warnings: pg-13 sexual content, fem!r, illusionist!r, magician!sirius, possessive!sirius, original character (for the plot), blindfold (non-sexual), groping, foreplay
note: i named the oc in this after leon kennedy because i had just watched that video of ethel cain talking abt him so it was the freshest name in my mind. also psa i am not a swiftie i just listen to her music :0
The audience is the third member of every scene. That’s any performer’s rule of thumb. What the watcher feels, where they’ve been, who they are—all of it precedes any preparation you do for a performance, no matter how important it feels.
You like to attribute the feeling to destruction. The crowd takes hard work and taints it with their emotions, taunting you. It’s unbearable.
When you shared that notion with Sirius—loitering backstage before a show—he snickered about it for days on end.
Sirius, in true chaotic fashion, loves the unpredictability of an audience. He’s always been partial to voyeurs—in and out of professional settings—and he likes to be surprised.
What’s worse is that he likes to surprise you.
“Ladies and Gents,” Sirius projects out into the darkness. The double-tiered theater is one of the bigger venues you’ve performed at, seating just shy of three hundred people.
Sirius is perfectly at ease, strolling leisurely across the stage in a tuxedo, the silver image of a charming magician.
“For our next feat, my illusionist and I will need a volunteer.”
Your head snaps toward Sirius—stage smile falling ever so slightly. He’s already looking your way, smug and colored with mischief. He’s improvising.
Reinstating your smile to its full magnitude, you turn it back to the dark theater, watching hands shoot up from every seat. In your peripheral, Sirius retreats upstage, signaling for you to make your selection.
You play up a show of indecisiveness, tapping a manicured nail to your chin. “Hmm. Well, we need someone strong. We wouldn’t want to send anybody to the hospital tonight.”
A few hands drop then, slimming your options down a bit. Good. Eyeing the rows of people, you suddenly find an opportunity to get Sirius back.
“I think I like our friend here in the front,” you drawl, batting your lashes and pointing delicately. “In the suit.”
The man in question raises his brows, looking to his left and right. He’s young and decently handsome, nothing like Sirius, but just good-looking enough to poke the bear. His hand hadn’t been raised, but if Sirius won’t play by the rules then neither will you.
You hum sensually, beckoning him up with a curled finger, which he follows. You’ve been told you have a presence like a viper onstage, like you’re constantly poised for a fatal strike, and you consider that this might motivate people to obey you.
As the well-dressed man steps gingerly off of the top step, you meet him with a hand around his tie, coaxing him further under the intense lights; Sirius does this often when he calls pretty girls onstage, maneuvering them around by the smalls of their backs just to piss you off. Some nights the crowd laughs at their flushed cheeks, other nights they swoon. The group tonight is dead silent, pinned under a mountain of anticipation.
You envy them, considering you know no more about what will happen next than they do. They get to be silent, but for you, the show must go on.
Arriving center stage, you meet Sirius with an unhappy sidelong glance. Your victim sways awkwardly where you’ve parked him.
“Don’t worry, handsome.” You pat his lapel. “Sirius will tell you what we need from you.”
The man laughs nervously, provoking a scatter of teasing giggles from the audience.
You and Sirius trade sides then, circling behind the man like hungry wolves. As he passes you, Sirius slips a silky belt of fabric into your hand, a challenging eyebrow raised.
“Right, sir. What’s your name?”
“Er, Leon,” says the volunteer, his voice shy.
“Leon, everybody!” Sirius booms, throwing his and Leon’s arms open for applause. The crowd whistles their approval. Leon’s face blooms red like the flower in Sirius’ coat pocket, and worse when you step into his space with the blindfold.
“Alright, alright.” Sirius settles the crowd. “My darling assistant has something for you, Leon.”
Quirking a brow, you take your supposed queue, lifting the cloth to his eye level.
“Don’t be scared,” you murmur, just loud enough so that only the three of you on stage can hear. Leon releases a tense breath, holding your gaze.
Watching from beside you, Sirius’ lips pull into a petty smirk.
“Darling, don’t tease him. Let him put the blindfold on you.”
He says it like it’s obvious, as if there’s a clear protocol for the trick that he’s pulling from thin air. The audience is easily fooled by his cool confidence, but your cheeks still flush in embarrassment under your stage makeup.
Leon deflates—counting his blessings, you’re sure. Being unexpectedly blinded in a dark room full of people isn’t exactly calming. Reluctantly, you pile the dark fabric into his palm and turn around, accepting your twisted fate.
“Make sure it’s nice and tight, Leo,” Sirius orders as your eyes are covered. “We can’t have her cheating.”
You huff at that. There’s an entire choreographed illusion being discarded purely for Sirius’ amusement—if anyone’s cheating, it’s him.
Once the blindfold is securely fastened over your eyes, Sirius sets out to assemble the rest of the trick, which includes leading Leon upstage.
“We’ll leave our illusionist up here for a moment,” announces Sirius before he goes. “She’s pretty enough to keep you all entertained.”
Something about his words lights a match in your belly, made all the worse by your impaired vision. Without a means of looking back at the snickering audience, you’re little more than a statue to be gaped at.
Luckily, Sirius is a jealous man, so he doesn’t leave you squirming under their watchful eyes for long. As he takes your waist in a theatrical lead, he whispers silkily into your ear.
“You really know how to pick ‘em, eh?” A shiver creeps down your spine, and you almost trip in your heels. Sirius’ hot breath oozes over you, the hair on the back of your neck picking up. “Let’s hope your aim is as good without your eyes.”
As you ponder whatever that might mean, Sirius disappears, and then returns moments later. Whatever he brings back has the crowd gasping, scandalized or awestruck. It’s all you can do to hope it’s not a live animal.
“Folks,” he begins, and by the sound of it he’s center stage again, keeping the show rolling. “Our next act needs no introduction.”
Sirius comes to you, pressing something cool and heavy into your hands. It only takes you a few seconds to identify it as a bow, and you can’t tamp down your resulting outburst.
“Are you mental?” you hiss at Sirius as he folds an arrow into your free hand. He laughs, mocking your panic. Big hands grip your waist, manhandling you into a proper position, and you're nearly beyond performing, ready to shout at the delighted audience that this is really very scary and they should go home immediately.
Sirius leans in, pressing his chest close to your back, his upstage hand kneading secretly at your hip.
“Leon, are you ready over there?”
Far away, you hear Leon choke nervously. “Er, as I’ll ever be.”
The crowd chitters.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” The smile is audible in Sirius’ voice. He’s getting a kick out of this.
“Of taking an arrow to the head? Yeah.”
Sirius grips your waist tight, feeling over the fabric of your costume bodice, but his voice is opposingly saccharine.
“My girl’s got great aim. She’d never hit you anywhere fatal.”
As the crowd guffaws at Sirius’ dark humor, you bite your lip, figuring there’s no more preamble to delay the inevitable. You notch the arrow into the bowstring and draw.
Barely breathing, you don’t realize that Sirius has left your side until his words register from somewhere else, between you and Leon. You try to listen to what he’s saying, but it’s near impossible to hear over the blood pulsing in your ears.
An arrow-in-the-apple trick isn’t beyond your and Sirius’ skill level, but it is a skill. One that you only know how to do with Sirius, and you’re frantically trying to correct your posture to the height difference Leon has.
“Can I get a countdown from the audience?”
The audience counts ten aching seconds in unison, dread pooling in your gut as they inch closer to one.
By the time they reach the final number you’re shaking, but you loose the arrow without a second thought. It whizzes by your clothed eyes, and a second later thumps into something hollow.
You can hardly breathe, hardly think, putting all your energy into keeping a grip on the hefty bow in your hands.
In the theater, an eruption of cheers commences, and you untie the blindfold as artfully as you can with shaking fingers. The stage lights hit your eyes harshly, leaving the audience a cacophonous void, but you’re more invested in the fate of Leon.
Squinting at the other side of the stage, you don’t find Leon at all, but Sirius standing perfectly still under an arrow-pierced apple. It barely cleared his head.
As your eyes adjust, you find Leon safe and sound in his front row seat, smiling guiltily up at you.
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“I could have killed him.”
The dressing room vanity digs into your ass as Sirius presses you up against it, licking down your neck.
“So?” he replies flippantly, fingering the top of your stockings.
“So?” you repeat, incredulous.
“Yeah, so what? Who cares?”
You grind your teeth to halt your immediate response. He’s baiting you, tricking you into some kind of admission that could feed his jealous instincts.
“I’m not super fond of becoming Mistress Manslaughter,” you joke dryly.
Sirius scoffs into your throat, sucking harshly at a spot below your ear.
“Yeah, right. Like I’d let you do that trick with anyone but me.” He palms your tits to punctuate his statement.
You moan, holding each end of his undone bow tie like a lifeline. His sleek black hair smells ever so slightly of apple, citrusy and sweet.
“Why bring him up at all, then?” you ask. “Why bother?”
Sirius lifts his head, panting.
“Cause, babe. I love a twist ending.” He winks garishly, prompting an eye roll from you. You prepare to return his attitude, but Sirius interrupts you. “I’m through talking about—” a slovenly kiss to your jaw,“—what’s-his-face.”
“Leon.”
Sirius bumps you up onto the vanity surface, pushing his hands up your skirt. His mouth and neck are covered in your red lipstick, his eyes dilated.
“How about you stop saying his name, and start saying mine?”
Lifting an eyebrow, you gently push at Sirius’ shoulders. His breath catches—so subtly you almost miss it, but nevertheless—as he kneels willingly before you.
“How about you give me a reason, and I’ll think about it,” you retort.
Achingly slow, Sirius starts to peel the fabric of your underwear off of your hips. You rest back onto the mirror, slotting a hand into his tousled hair. His mouth bites teasingly at your stockings where his fingers just were, but you know they’ll stay on. He likes them too much to remove them.
As your underwear hits the floor, Sirius slides you to the edge of the table, pinning you under his heated gaze.
“I think I can give you more than one.”
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Shayna NSFW headcanons?
Also your Charlotte one was so good
NSFW Headcanons || Shayna Baszler
Warnings: Shayna being fucking mean. Smut.
Shayna is fucking ruthless.
You’re crying? Good, she gets off on it.
We all know why she’s called the submission magician, she can make anyone submit.
She wants you to beg for her, to plead.
Shayna is really into impact play. She loves to spank you but she also likes the more discreet ways of bringing you both pleasure and agony.
If you touch yourself and get off without her permission she’ll lay between your thighs for hours, you’re whimpering and writhing, trying to get away from her.
”I thought you wanted to cum, since you were so eager you couldn’t even wait until I got home”
I don’t think she’s really into having a title, she wants you to call her by her name, wants to hear her name come out your mouth as you beg for mercy.
She loves to call you names though, both sweet ones like baby but also things like bitch, cunt, whore etc.
She might be a mean dom but her aftercare always makes up for it.
I don’t see Shayna as someone who enjoys baths, she thinks they’re inconvenient and she’d much rather just hold you in the shower, helping you wash.
So much praise. She wants to reassure you that you were so good for her and that she loves you so much.
She’s scared she goes to far sometimes so she likes to talk about the session with you and she needs complete honesty from you.
It’s a rare occurrence that you get to be on top and make the rules but if Shayna has had a particularly challenging day she might just wanna blow off some steam and then you take care of her.
She’s very self critical so she needs reassurance that she’s good as well. Everyone sees her as big strong mean queen of spades Shayna but to you she’s just Shayna, your girlfriend, and she’s the sweetest person in the world.
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