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Oh my GOD

SEBASTIAN STAN for L'Officiel Malaysia 2025

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Drop the fics, specifically Boblena PLZ AND THANKS

i want 50 avengers tower fanfics of the thunderbolts on my desk by morning do you hear me

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You know what marvel just managed to do??? It made me CARE. It’s made me care, most unexpectedly, about John Walker and, most obnoxiously, about Robert “Bob” Reynolds and everyone in between. It’s made me care to the extent that I’m already worried about these characters… I know Doomsday’s gonna hurt them. They’re not built for what’s coming and they’re gonna need to join others and I’m just so goddamn worried about how that’s going to play out as well and GODDAMN I’m so happy that I care!!!!!!!!!!!

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I love them SO BAD

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We're Getting a Divorce

Summary: Tai married the wrong Branwen.

Pairing: Tai x Qrow

Warning: implied abuse

Word Count: 679

A/N: Inspired by Stella and Stolas's argument in Helluva Boss

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“The fuck are you doing?”

Tai inhales slowly as he gazes over the dark contrast of his fields before he answers. “Reflecting.”

From behind him, he can nearly feel his wife’s anger.

“Well stop,” Raven demands, and Tai narrows his eyes, the sound of her heels clicking on the tile growing louder. “It's annoying to hear you screech your silly woes all the time.”

Tai lets out a breath before he turns around, his palm pressed to the granite fencing that surrounds their balcony. Well, his balcony, considering Raven no longer lived there.

“Why’re you still here?” he asks quietly, raising a singular blonde brow. “You leave with Yang on the weekends, but then you stay around the palace despite everything.”

Raven smiles, the expression cool and misplaced on her face. “I like tormenting you. I want to keep reminding you of what you did.”

“I know what I did,” Tai snaps, his fists tight before he loosens them, his brows pulling together. If Qrow were still around, he wouldn’t want them fighting, no matter how much he despised his sister. “I would feel bad if I’d hurt you, but we both know I didn't do that.”

Raven rolls her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest and Tai plows on. “You and I were arranged for one reason, to birth a precautionary heir to the Xiao Long family name. Nothing more!”

Tai rakes a hand down his face. He wonders what Qrow would say of his melodramatic outburst, and he finds himself angry at both Branwen siblings. One had left him, and the other had stayed, but which sibling did which action was completely incorrect.

“I have tried for so many years to make it comfortable for us, to have this family, but it was never enough,” Tai continues, raising his arms helplessly. “The only reason I have endured your constant insults and cruelty, was for that girl to have a normal life. I cannot do this anymore, I want you out, now.”

Tai points to the door, and Raven narrows her eyes. Her smile has disappeared, detest now written on her features. “What do you mean, out?”

“I mean out!” Tai snaps. “Out of this palace, out of my life, we are getting the divorce.”

Raven leaps forward, coming so close he could nearly count her lashes. She raises her hand, fingers brushing her cheek as if caressing her skin but he knew that move all too well. “What do you think the rest of the Xiao Long family will think? Not to mention the Branwen clan?”

Her arm is quick and extended, descending to his face but years of practice had sharpened him. Tai raises a palm and his fingers snatch around her wrist, pausing the incoming strike.

“I don't care!” Tai seethes, nails digging into her wrist. “I don't care what your arrogant family thinks. They already drove one Branwen away, and the only thing the Xiao Long family wanted from our marriage is already seventeen so it’s over, I'm done.”

There's silence for a beat, and then Raven narrows her eyes.

“Fine,” she spits, yanking her hand from his grip. “I have no desire to stay in a place with a traitorous embarrassment. You have fallen from what little grace you had, and I know you will pay for it. Fucking my brother was one thing but then going and falling for him?” 

Raven turns on her heel and stalks away, her laugh echoing off the tiled walls. “Pathetic.”

Tai grinds his jaw tightly before spinning around and leaning his hands on the granite fence with a sigh. Arching his neck, he begins to mentally count the stars. During their time in training, after hours of practicing, Qrow would often point out the different constellations to Tai and Raven, making up grand stories of the stars' backgrounds and where the names came from. Tai always thought the brunette was bullshitting, his towers something out of a story book, but as he sits alone atop his empty palace, he silently begs for another tale.

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Celebrated besties @team-iceflower birthday this past weekend! I commissioned an art piece a few months ago from @junebugzzz of Weiss and Ruby in Twenty-One Pilots styled outfit; safe to say he loved it! Thank you @junebugzzz for the amazing piece🩶

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Yall ever see a gif of a character that makes you physically react and you have to do breathing exercises to not absolutely lose your mind

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Overcompensate

Summary: Are Weiss & Marrow dating? They aren’t. Are they?

Pairing: Weiss x Marrow

Word Count: 967

Warning: Faunus racism

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“She’s probably just sticking it to her dad by dating him.”

Weiss knows they both heard the snickering comment, can feel the way Marrow’s grip on her hand tightens, the prickle of dread climbing up the knobs of her spine. She’s tempted to spin on her heel and yell in the face of whomever had insinuated she is dating Marrow as some sort of ploy to get back at her father, that they're wrong, that she loves him, that the idea alone is preposterous.

But it isn’t, because that's how they started.

“We should just hook up,” Weiss had said, sipping on her vodka tonic. Marrow had nearly choked on his beer, bending at the middle and spluttering, an act that Weiss found oddly adorable.

Sitting up and regaining minimal composure, the faunus had stared at her. “Why?”

Weiss had shrugged, swirled her glass. “You’re attractive. I want to get laid, we’re both a little drunk,” she said, and shrugged again to show him it really did mean that little, she just had an itch she needed scratched, and him being an attractive faunus on top of it all just made it that much sweeter. “So? Thoughts?”

Marrow had glared at her for a few moments longer before he downed his glass in one swallow, lunged forward and kissed her.

While they’ve now only been dating for a few weeks, they’ve been fucking for nearly a year. Weiss hasn’t exactly broadcasted this information, but she hasn't kept it a secret either. Her fingers laced in his, she glares over her shoulder at the people behind them, her mouth set in a tight line.

“You all can fuck off, thank you very much.” She barks, the bar suddenly becoming warm under everyone's gaze. A few people inhale sharply, while another lets out a low whistle and Marrow sighs, tugs at her hand.

“Forget it,” he mutters, and she lets him pull her along. “Doesn’t matter.”

They make their way through the crowd and when they spot Jaune and Harriet, they both wave.

“It is a big deal,” she whispers to him as they approach the table. “They didn't need to-”

“Round of beers?” Jaune asks, and Weiss smiles appreciatively as Marrow nods, sliding onto a bar stool.

Marrow places his hand on her waist, tugging her into his side and she hiccups, her cheeks warm. He knows she hates anything over hand holding in public, and she presses her palm to his chest, stepping slightly away. If Harriet noticed, she doesn't say, continuing whatever conversation she had been having with Jaune, now with Marrow.

If he’s hurt by Weiss’s actions, the man doesn't show it. He nods and comments at Harriets conversation, snickering at a joke that Weiss doesn’t get, and when Jaune comes back with the drinks, she grabs one gratefully.

They cheer smoothly, and after they finish the first round, Weiss offers to buy the next. Moving to the bartop, she leans across the granite and waves her scroll.

“Hi! Can I get another round?” she calls, but the bar is too loud and her voice is lost in the hubbub. She frowns, tries waving again and eyes narrow when she hears snickering beside her. “Something funny?”

A chubby dark haired man chuckles into the lip of his drink, rolling his eyes. “Faunus fucker.”

Weiss feels her blood run cold and then hot, like lava running through her veins. She straightens her back, gripping Myrtenaster in her left hand as she rounds on the man. Without a word, Weiss slices the legs of the barstool he sits on, and the man falls to the dirty floor with a crunch and a yelp.

She hears someone say her name but she’s too busy honing in on her target, pressing the tip of her weapon right against the man's throat. He shrinks in fear, his weighted eyes nearly vibrating in fear as she towers over him.

“You know, normally I'd just…get on with it,” Weiss sneers, leaning forward. “But I'm feeling a bit more forgiving because I don't want you to ruin my night anymore than you already have.”

A hand on her elbow grips her hard, and whirls her around. “Weiss, enough!”

Marrow is pulling her away, his brow furrowed in frustration and eyes glazed with light inebriation. She swears, tries to fight her way back to the asshole that was blubbering on the floor.

“Let me go.” she seethes, and finally, Marrow releases his hold on her arm. She glares at him, grips her weapon tighter. “The fucks wrong with you.”

“Me? Whats wrong with you?” he shoots back and Weiss scoffs, rolls her eyes.

“What's wrong with me?” she spits back. “Did you hear what that asshole said?”

“Yeah, I did. Like every other guy here,” Marrow replies in a dark tone. “And it doesn't matter, I'm used to it. What really pisses me off is your need to overcompensate for the fact that you hate that you’re fucking a faunus.”

Weiss stops dead in her tracks, her grip on Myrtenaster loosening. 

Noticing her shift, Marrow gives a weak smile and shakes his head. “I knew it.”

“That's not true.”

“Isn’t it?”

He’s so angry Weiss can nearly feel it. Marrow lets out a harsh bark of laughter, shaking his head. “You think I don't notice? The way you pull away when we're in public? How you slip from my hold? But the moment something isn’t on your terms, you’re ready to raise hell.”

Weiss blinks rapidly, chews on the inside of her cheek as Marrow raises his brows at her. “What? Nothing more to say?”

“You’re a dick.” Weiss whispers, the hurt bleeding into her voice. Marrow sighs and rakes a hand down his face.

“Yeah, well,” He murmurs back, his teal eyes meeting her blue ones. “You aren’t all that great either.”

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Don't Miss

Summary: Will Neo loose sight of her target?

Pairing: Ruby x Neo

Word Count: 586

Warning: assisination attempt

N/A: inspired by this fanart

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Neo grits her teeth as the exhaustion in her well-trained arm begins to flower through to the surface.

She had taken this simple assassination job because it seemed like easy money. The Belladonna’s were an affluent enough family that everyone who is anyone in the small town of Menagerie would be in attendance, including Neo’s target. What she hadn't accounted for, however, was the lack of god-damn space.

Lil Miss had been extremely clear on her instructions which included only one bullet was to be used, and that Neo could not move from her perch until the event was complete and everyone in attendance had gone.

Craning her neck, she once again looks through the small scope to see if she spies her target. She’s never seen Ruby Rose in person, although she’s met her mother, and from the teenage images of Ruby that Neo had been shown, she’d stick out. Since the death of her mother, both Ruby and her sister Yang had been seen very little in the public eye, thus current pictures of the girl were scarce. 

A pop of firecrackers shakes Neo back into the current, and she rolls her shoulders before returning her eye to the scope. She slides her gaze over a few familiar faces that she wouldn't mind taking out, but refrains as her instructions stated. With her tight pony tail and even tighter ass, Weiss Schnee looks just as much a politician as her father. Beside her, her ever loyal assistant Penny who was always photographed a few feet behind any of the Schnee’s, watches with wide eyes as Weiss converses with a laid back Jaune Arc. Neo isn’t overly versed in the blonde’s business but she does know he creates the most passive weapons, which given his low business rates, wasn't doing Arc Angels Incorporated any favors.

Seated at the head of one of the long-decorated tables, Blake looks internally unamused with her guests but to her credit, she seems to make an attempt at conversation. With a tucked shirt and loose golden hair, Yang smiles at the girl with loving enthusiasm, and Neo rolls her eyes. She moves the site around the room a bit more, sliding over faces that do not belong to the target. Neo lets out an annoyed sigh before she sees a dash of red, and yanks back the scope. 

Neo scowls as she realizes the red belongs to a male with his back to her, red trim on his green coat. His short cropped hair shifts over the fabric of his collar and he holds out an orange-clad hand. Neo watches as pale fingers tentically grip his hand, and she follows up the arm to shoulders and an exposed back. The dark red dress leaves the expanse of the girl's back exposed, her spiked short hair swaying as she walks and Neo notes the red rose tattooed on the girl's inner forearm.

Realization dawns on her, and Neo lines up the shot, one eye closed as she sets her sight, finger feather light on the trigger before she-

Ruby Rose turns around and all thought in Neo’s head is lost.

The girl is quite literally breathtaking. Her skin is pale aside from the rose-colored blush on her cheeks, brow bones arched like marble. A golden necklace adorns her delicate collarbones, and it wraps around her neck and down her back, a red gem dangling against her spine. 

Ruby Rose is magnificent and Neo must kill her before she loses her nerve.

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Perverts is officially out. Thank you so much to Matthew Tomasi for his drums on Vacillator (and the boom on Amber Waves), Angel Diaz for the lapsteel and baritone guitar on Punish that makes my world go round, the upright bass on Onanist, and that lapsteel and e-piano also on Amber Waves, Madeline Johnston for her heavenly metal on Amber Waves (a track she served as an intense inspiration for), and Bryan De Leon for his acoustic stylings on Etienne. Y’all make my world go round.

I’d also like to think the natural drone music that exists everywhere in this world, in transformer boxes and powerlines on the side of the highway, in the radio static of an empty AM frequency, in the fan of my computer as my Ableton project files overloaded the CPU, and in the distant roar of the interstate on the other side of my favorite field. I love you, sound, you have always been there for me.

Thank you for listening, I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I lo

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so you're dating a memeber of the band

Summary: Weiss goes to see her girlfriend before they preform their set.

Pairing: Weiss x Ruby

Word Count: 1,513

Warning: smoking

N/A: inspired by a scene from 'Haunting Adeline' by H.D. Carlton

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Upon walking into the bar, Weiss has the quickest realization as to why she hates them.

They’re overstimulating as hell.

Between the chatter of patrons and the buzz of the music, it makes her nerves stand on high alert, causing her chest to constrict. She had momentarily considered telling Ruby that she couldn't make it to tonight's show but with a begrudging sigh she hadn't. Weiss rarely attends any of Ruby’s gigs due to her own busy schedule as a nursing major but given that the semester had nearly finished, she is low on homework as well as excuses.

Trying to compact herself she makes her way slowly through the crowd, trying to find Yang in the sea of people. She nibbles at the corner of her mouth as she ducks to avoid the arm of a beefy man with a cup of beer in his thick fingers. The amber liquid spills over the lip of the glass and splashes on her shoes, dampening the fabric. She glares at him, grinding her jaw but the man shrugs, swaying on his feet. 

With swift movement Weiss continues forward, relief washing over her when she spots a head full of thick, blonde curls.

“You made it!” Yang squeals, her smile strong but her arms stronger as she gives Weiss a hug. Weiss grins when they separate and slips onto the seat beside her.

“Yeah, figured I'd finally make an appearance,” She hums as she glances around the dimly lit bar. “It’s not every day your girlfriend invites you to see her perform.”

Yang gives her an incredulous look. “Rubes has been begging you to come for nearly the entire semester.”

“I know, I know,” Weiss says sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I should've come sooner.”

Reaching for her beer, Yang gives her a good-natured shrug. “Don't sweat it! You're here now. Ruby’s gonna be pumped.”

Before she can answer Weiss takes in the slender form of Blake gliding into the seat across from her, her dark hair braided over one shoulder. Yang grins and leans to the side, pressing her lips to Blakes cheek in a quick peck.

“Weiss!” Blake says happily, her cheeks flushed. “You’re finally here! Oh gosh Ruby’s gonna go wild.”

“So I've heard.” Weiss says, leaning into her palm and she can’t help but feel the slightest twinge of pride.

Ruby and Weiss had been, what Yang affectionately liked to call ‘dancing’, around one another for months. There had always been a chemistry, a pulling of strings, but it wasn’t until Yang had had enough of them undressing one another with their eyes that they finally put a label on it. She prides herself on being the reason they finally admitted their attraction, and then their affections, towards one another, and Weiss credited her for causing some of the happiest months of her life with her favorite person.

“Our sets about to start in the next twenty minutes or so,” Blake says, taking Yang's beer and slurping. She holds it out to Weiss, and the girl takes it with graduated, taking two large gulps. “Ruby’s probably out by the back if you want to say hello before we get started.”

Weiss doesn't miss the way Yang wiggles her eyebrows suggestively as she stands from the table, pressing down her rising skirt as she makes her way down the familiar hallway that leads to the back alley where the band members tended to smoke or pregame before performances. While Weiss wasn't a bar girl, she had gone out a handful of times, disliking it more with each attempt. But watching Ruby shred a guitar while wearing dark liner and a muscle tee was worth it to her.

Pushing on the metal handlebar Weiss enters the backend of the bar, glancing around for her favorite brunette. She does a double take at the girl leaning against the brick wall and swallows hard.

Ruby is dressed in her favorite ripped skinny jeans, the ones that are cuffed at the ankles, and a gray muscle tee, her black sports bra visible through the large, homemade cuts of her shirt. Her hairs cropped short but loose, the ends spiked and her eyes were smokey, silver iris’s piercing though the eyeshadow. Several chains hang on the loops of her jeans and Weiss can spot a cigarette carton peeking from her back pocket. The sight of her girlfriend in full rocker-mode makes Weiss’s stomach flip but then Ruby raises a cigarette to her mouth, takes a slow drag before letting out the smoke and Weiss is nearly panting.

Standing directly in front of her is Ruby’s drummer Oscar, a sweet boy from a small town that had just transferred to Beacon Community. With his fluffy curls and adolescent freckles, Oscar looks like the opposite of what he is, and that is a confident member of the band. A pair of drumsticks poke out from his back pocket as he laughs at something Ruby says, his eyes closed in humor. When he opens them, he notices Weiss standing stiffly by the back door and he grins.

“Weiss!” he cheers, and his words make Ruby stand straight, her head wiping towards the door, a grin already spreading over her face.

Weiss smiles and feels her cheeks heat as she moves towards them, lacing her hands together behind her back. She doesn't know why but with both of them staring at her she feels self conscious, like she’s cornered.

“Damn,” Ruby says in a low tone, her cigarette simingling forgotten in between her fingers. Her eyes rake up and down Weiss’ form, and she shakes her head as if to clear it. “Damn.”

Oscar laughs, the freckles on his face moving with his snickering. “Well I'm going to make myself scarce and give you two some… time, before the show.” He snickers, stubbing out his cigarette. “Ruby, ten minutes til curtains. Don't be late.”

Ruby flicks her hand dismissively and Oscar rolls his eyes. “I mean it.”

“Yeah yeah,” she says lightly, giving him a lopsided smile and he gives a little sigh of defeat. Shoving one of his hands in his jean pocket he pulls the backdoor open and disappears inside. 

Feeling suddenly exposed now that they're alone, Weiss licks her lips before rocking in her heels. “You nervous for tonight?”

“Nah,” Ruby replies with confidence. She presses her back to the wall, one leg propped up by her boot-cladded foot pressing into the brick and she cocks her head to the side as the pitch of her voice dips. “Come’re, princess.”

Weiss’s blood warms and moving two steps forward she's standing with her feet between Ruby's legs, arms laced around the guitarist's neck as she leans close. Ruby grins and it’s coquettish, lively, tendrils of gray smoke escaping the corners of her mouth. Weiss wrinkles her nose, moves her waist back but Ruby loops an arm around her and drags her closer

“You know I hate kissing when you smoke.” Weiss complains, and Ruby nods once, her hand that's not holding the cigarette drops to Weiss’ backside and gives her ass a light squeeze.

“Yeah but I know you think it looks hot, even if it doesn't taste great.” Ruby counters and Weiss scoffs, rolling her eyes and ignoring the twisting in her gut. With a light sigh she leans forward and slots her mouth over Ruby’s. She can feel Ruby's hand palm over the material of her skirt before sliding beneath it, her fingers so hot Weiss can feel the heat through the thin cotton of her panties.

Closing her eyes, Weiss relishes in the warmth of her breath and slips her tongue inside Ruby's mouth, swirling around hers as the kisses grow frantic. She tugs on the fabric of Ruby’s muscle tee, pulling her closer and feels Ruby's hand tighten on her ass. The red head drops the cigarette from between her fingers and grips Weiss by the back of her neck, controlling the kiss. It makes Weiss weak in the knees, her head fuzzy from the smoke and beer and Ruby's skin against her own.

“Mmm,” Ruby hums, leans her forehead against Weiss’ and takes a sharp breath. Weiss smiles, breathing out through her nose and looks down. The discarded cigarette glows dimly against the dark cement of the alley and she glances up.

“Your cigarette is still lit,” she whispers, trying to catch her breath. For a brief moment Ruby looks confused but when she spots the limp tube her face clears to one of recognition. She lifts her foot and stomps it out before looking up at Weiss through hooded eyes.

“Better?” Ruby asks, and her tone is like liquid heat. Weiss swallows, her chest warm as she feels Ruby's hand massaging the skin of her neck, thumb pressing lightly to her pulse point.

“You shouldn't litter.” she says hoarsely, earning a grin in return. Dropping her hands, Ruby bends and picks the cigarette up before depositing it in her empty back pocket.

“Sorry, baby,” she rasps. “Won’t happen again.”

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All Roads Lead to Home

Summary: After attempting to settle herself in her new life in Vacuo, Emerald receives an unexpected yet welcomed visitor.

Pairing: Emerald x Mercury

Warning: angst

Word count: 2,808

A/N: kinda went a little wild with this one and it's over 2k...oops

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“I swear to fuck.” Emerald groans as the house key slips from her grasp and claters to the pavement. She swears again, bending to retrieve it. After a relentless day of helping Velvet and Nora transport food and other necessities around to the people of Vacuo, her patience had been spread thin. Trying, and failing, to unlock the door to her miniscule apartment is the last thing she needs.

Gripping the key again, she presses it to the lock, letting out a breath when it unlatches and she can shove the door open easily. The inside of her apartment is dark as she stumbles through, weighed down by the bags lacing up her arms, and she huffs as she sets them atop her dining room table. Wrapping her fingers around the handle of the fridge she takes a peek inside. She knows she should eat, that she can’t remember if she had lunch that day, but exhaustion pulls at her, and after surveying the minimal contents, she closes the door empty handed.

Slowly she begins to unpack her groceries, flicking on the kitchen light and moving slowly, wishing she hadn't brought so much home. It’s not like she needed it. She is alone after all, only one mouth to feed.

After the bags are unpacked she trudges up the stairs, her body heavy and thoughts heavier. The water of the shower is hot against her skin, digging into her tired muscles and soothing the ache across her shoulder blades.

When she dresses, Emerald slips maroon-colored socks onto her feet, reaching into her nightstand for her current book of choice. Her eyes roll when she realizes she must have left it downstairs, and she swears under her breath.

Looking in the kitchen, she swears again, brows furrowed as she makes her way into the living room, flicking on the side lamp, and stops dead in her tracks.

“I never took you for a romance-reader.” Mercury comments, her book open on his legs, ankles propped against her coffee table. A mug of whiskey is in his left hand and he tilts his head, silver hair falling against his forehead.

Emerald says nothing, too many questions threatening to fall from her mouth but none of them sounding quite right.

Where have you been? Are you okay? Did you miss me like I missed you?

Mercury raises a brow at her silence and flips the book shut, his legs dropping from the table and pressing into the floor as he leans his elbows on his knees. “I know I'm good looking but I didn't think I could render you speechless, Em.”

Emerald lets out a shaky breath, clenching her fists. “You asshole,” she spits, and Mercury grins. “What’re you doing here? How did you-”

“Find you?” he cuts off, that irritating grin still perched on his face. “As if I could ever lose you.”

“You did lose me!” she snaps, her bruised ego burning because how dare he. “You left!”

He frowns then, and lifts the mug to his lips before taking a sip. “I think you’re misremembering how things happened. I didn’t choose team Ruby and her band of saviors.”

Emerald grinds her jaw, crosses her arms defiantly over her chest. “I wasn't the one who decided to blindly follow orders.”

“No but you’d blindly follow Cinder, right?”

Emeralds fists loosen and she stares at the boy, now a man, who she had known so well, and had missed so much. Mercury glares back, his anger nearly palpable. She can’t necessarily blame him. She knows he had done what he thought was best, as did she. He is a survivalist, no matter what had transpired between them. He had gone, and she had stayed behind with the girl who didn’t care whether she lived or died, and then she had left too, had joined Ruby and the rest in the fight against Salem.

Emerald had looked for him. She had spent countless hours in the first days of Vacuo trying to pin his location, calling his scroll time and time again. He’d never answered.

“So what're you doing here then?” Emerald says quietly. For a moment, his face shifts, brows knitted and eyes shiny. The moment is gone a second later, and he takes another drink. She realizes as he stands that he’s tipsy, his mechanical legs keeping him from outwardly displaying it but his eyes had always been his tell, at least to her.

“We’re partners.” he says with a shrug, as if its that simple. Emerald rolls her eyes before putting her hands on her hips.

“Right,” she huffs. “We haven’t been partners for years.”

“So?”

“So,” she grimaces, narrowing her eyes “Why now? I’ve been here for-”

“Seven months, yeah I know.” Mercury says cooley, and Emerald feels her face drop.

“You’ve…been watching me?” she asks and feels the strain in her throat. “You’ve known where I've been for seven months, and you’ve said nothing?”

Mercury squints at her. “What was I supposed to do? Just come to your door knocking and say, ‘hey its the guy that left you with Cinder, remember me?’”

“Yes!” Emerald cries, and her blood thrums in her ears. Mercury presses his lips together in a hard line before throwing the rest of the whiskey back and setting the mug on her table.

“And how would you have reacted?” he asks, licking his lower lip. Emerald watches the action before tearing her eyes away from his mouth.

“I-i would’ve…” she tries, racking her brain for an answer. “I would have opened the door, punched you, and then asked you to stay.”

Mercury blinks, mouth twisting before letting out a bark of laughter. “YEah right.”

“I would have!” Emerald spits back, his demeanor angering her and she takes a step forward. “I looked for you, asshole! I tried to find you, I…” pausing, emerald looks down at her hands and finds them shaking. She’s suddenly so tired, the exhaustion melting into her bones and she slides onto the loveseat, puts her head in her hands.

“I looked and looked but I couldn't find you.” she whispers into her hands, not trusting herself to look at him. “After we lost Ruby and the rest, I knew I had to try. I couldn't…let you fall off and disappear like they did. I couldn't find you.”

Anger spikes in her chest and she snaps her head up at him, wet eyes staring. “But I also knew if you didn't want to be found, you wouldn't be.”

Mercury's expression softens, his eyes hazy and emerald drops her head once more. She sees his feet come into view, the leather worn in laces untied, and feels his hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” he says softly, and emerald sniffs, head bowed. Mercury crouches, his knees popping as he moves his face into her line of vision. She looks at him, sniffs again, her heart hammering at his proximity. It had been so long since she’d seen him, much less touched him, and she swears under her breath before she loops her arms around his neck and drags him to her, hugging him tightly.

Chin on his shoulder, Emerald squeezes her eyes shut, feels his hands creep around her waist and she absently remembers all she’s wearing is a long shirt, underwear and socks.

“You grew your hair out.” he says softly, one hand cupping the back of her head, fingers digging into the locks. Emerald gives a watery laugh.

“Cinder liked it short,” she whispers, pressing her mouth lightly against the fabric of his clothing. He smells of copper and her heart aches at the familiar scent. “Thought it was time for a change.”

“I agree.” Mercury hums, pulling back so he can look at her. He cups the left side of her face, thumb rubbing under her eyes and she sighs, shutting her lids. “I’m sorry.”

He presses his mouth to her cheek, his lips light as he murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

Moving his face, he kisses her closed eyes one at a time, her nose, mummering apologies against her skin as he goes.

“When did you become such a softy.” Emerald whispers as his lips ghost over the apple of her cheeks. Mercury chuckles, kisses the corner of her mouth.

“Just for you,” he replies, and chastly kisses her on the mouth before pulling back. “Always for you.”

Emerald swallows, tipping forward the smallest bit and Mercury closes the space, their lips meeting in the middle. She nearly sags against him, her fingers on holding to the seam of his shirt as her eyes close. He tastes of whiskey, his tongue warm as it prods her mouth and she hums, elated at the feel of him.

They kiss until their gasping, cheeks flush and chests heaving, and when he pulls her to the floor, her thighs bracketing his hips, she doesnt stop him. Her shirt rides up her legs as his hands glide over her skin, fingers digging into her flesh. She hopes he leaves bruises that she can admire in the morning.

Dipping her hips, she rubs her thinly covered core against him and he lets out the smallest of gasps, the sound sending shocks to her spine. Emerald puts her hands on his shoulders and repeats the action again and again until panties stick to her skin and Mercury loops an arm around her waist before flipping their position, her tail bone pressing into the plush of the carpet.

His face moves to the curve of her neck, licking and biting at the skin there and he presses against her, his want evident in the constricting fabric of his pants and Emerald yelps. Her shirt rides up, revealing the expanse of her stomach and Mercurys hand ghost over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He sits up, her legs bracketing him as he tugs at his shirt, pulls it over his head. Emerald watches him silently, takes in his creamy skin, noting the new and old scars that litter his torso.

“You’re starring.” He says after a moment, his grin laced with a twinge of uncertainty. Emerald smiles, shrugs. “It’s not like you haven't seen it before.”

“It’s been a while since i’ve seen you.” she replies, her voice softer than she intended. Mercury pauses before he nods and pulls at the zipper of his jeans

“Speaking of…it’s um…” he swallows, rubs his neck. “Been a while for me too.” he stands up, tugging off his jeans, his eyes looking away from her.

Emerald shivers, remembering the last time he’d had her, and she smiles up at him. “There’s been no one else since you.”

Mercury’s eyes grow wide as he tosses his jeans aside and kneels back to where she lays before crawling over her frame, their noses brushing. “Really?”

His hands are cool as he grips her shirt, tugging it upwards. Lifting her arms, Emerald lets him pull it clean over her head, and her skin chills in the evening air. With nothing but the warm glow of the lamp, she finds his face and can’t help the grins that blooms.

“Mhm,” she says simply. She found it a bit embarrassing, her lack of experience. Mercury knew she had been a version when they’d had sex the first time, and had been so generous during her first time, that it felt wrong to try and find that with anyone else.

He dips his face to her breasts, kissing one while teasing the other with his hand. She arches slightly, breathing out hard. Moving his face up, he kisses her before tugging at her lower lip.

“Me too.” he says against her chin and she almost questions him, her mouth opening to ask but words fail her as his hand strokes her through her panties. He moves it to the side, a singular finger tracing up her slit at a dangerously slow pace and she wines.

He groans, drops his forehead to her collarbone. “Gods, I missed that.”

Emerald spreads her legs an inch further as he settles himself, rubs his length up and down her a few times. She lets out a frustrated sound and Mercury raises his head, lifting a brow with a boyish grin.

“You’ve always been patient with me,” he murmurs, positioning his length. “Where’s that patience now?”

Emerald narrows her eyes before moving her hand to his neck, tugging at the hair at the base. “Shut up before I forget how much I missed you.”

Mercury grins and then he’s pressing in and Emerald forgets to exhale.

His forearms quiver as he presses to the hilt, stilling his movements before his eyes raked over her face.

“Still with me?” he asks softly, kisses her jaw.

Emerald nods, feeling full in a way she hadn’t in so long. “Always.”

Mercury pulls back painfully slow, the burn a delicious ache as he gives a nearly experimental thrust. Emerald inhales sharply, grips his neck with one hand, and groans as he gives another shallow thrust, as if aiming through. His body shakes with restraint, his right hand coming to her left nipple to pluck at it before moving down and pressing to her stomach. Adjusting his angle, his next thrust hits something within her that liquifies her insides.

“Oh gods,” EMerald whimpers. He continues to press, his hand low enough that it grazes her clit and Emeral begins squirming, unsure whether to push his hand further or get away from the stimulation. “Oh gods oh gods.”

“This isn’t how I thought our reunion would go,” Mercury says gently, the softness of his voice catching her off guard. “But I can't say I'm disappointed.”

Another thrust, another swipe of his thumb and press of his hand and she feels her eyes roll back, gasping for air as a wave crashes over her. Stomach tightening, Emerald scrambles for anything to hold onto and drags his face to hers, kissing him hard.

As the fuzziness in her head dissipates, he’s fucking her hard and fast, kissing her mouth and jaw, the metal of his legs cool against her heated thighs. He’s muttering against her skin, saying things she hadn’t heard in so long and her orgasm made everything wetter, their bodies sounding utterly obscene.

“Need to,” Mercury pants. “I need to…”

Emerald nods quickly. “Yes. Give it to me. Please?”

His hand moves to her breast again, massaging and she whimpers. “Where?”

“Inside me.”

Mercury’s hips stutter, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a quick moment before they open again, molting silver staring into heated red.

“You sure?” he questions and Emerald nods, pulls his mouth towards hers to bite his lip again, pushing her hips to meet his thrusts and clenching around him until his fingers tighten into fists.

“Fuck, fuck,” Mercury mutters, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Fucking perfect, Em.”

She can sense he’s close and right before he topples, Emerald props herself up and tugs at one of his arms, making him nearly collapse right on top of her, making his movements halt. She takes his chin in one hand, and with the smallest bit of tenderness, tugs his face towards hers.

“Never leave me again,” She says, and he swallows. “Say it. Never. Because I won't survive it. Not again.”

The corners of Mercury's mouth dip but his eyes are bright and he nods, his head bobbing in her grip. “Never.” He echoes. “I swear, Em. It's you and me. The way it’s supposed to be.”

He sounds young again, like the boy she had once known and Emerald inhales through her nose before releasing his chin. “Okay. Now fuck me.”

Mercury groans into her mouth, clutching her against him, pumping until he’s spent. She lies back and pulls him with her, teeth in his neck and traces patterns on his back as his shaky breath begins to return to normal.

Leaning up, he looks down at her, the worry evident on his face. “I…that was…”

“Don’t,” she murmurs, tugs him down beside her. Their skin is slicked with sweat but she doesn’t care and tangles herself into him. Mercury spreads his fingers along her shoulder blades, nails scratching lightly.

Emerald bumps her nose with his in quiet satisfaction and he swallows hard, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Can I stay?” He asks in a small voice. Emerald smiles, understanding his worry. She knows it’ll be a hard transition. He won’t be readily accepted, and he’ll have to prove his worth, like she did. Nora and Velvet and the rest would give him a hard time, deem him untrustworthy.

She could show them. She knew him better than anyone, and could show them the Mercury she knows, not the one they met before.

Pressing a kiss to his mouth, Emerald leans her forward against his. “Like you have to even ask.”

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[softly-potter]

Leave the City

Summary: After finding Ruby lost in her thoughts, Weiss offers a way to bring her back.

Pairing: Weiss & Ruby

Word Count: 2,067

Warning: Angst

A/N: inspired by 'Leave the City' by twenty one pilots and for @team-iceflower for hitting 1k on Tik Tok <3

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It’s nearly two a.m. when Weiss finds her.

Sitting with her legs crossed in front of their outdoor fire pit, the one that was so deep in the woods Weiss sometimes forgets about it, Ruby has Crescent Rose by her side. Dead leaves crunch under Weiss’ foot and if Ruby heard, she didn’t acknowledge it. The moon and stars cast light over them, and the haze from the fire reflects off their faces.

Even when Weiss approaches, Ruby is quiet, unspeaking. Instead, she leans forward, her fingers brushing over Crescent Rose.

Gently, Weiss places a hand on Ruby’s upper shoulder and says nothing, waits for Ruby to be ready. It's her way of letting the girl know she wasn’t alone.

“I wonder if Alyx knew she wouldn’t see Remnant again.” Ruby says after a while. “If she knew, that her story would become a fairytale. If she knew that when she got to the Ever After, that it was almost over.”

Weiss bites the inside of her cheek.

Kneeling, Weiss slowly cradles Ruby's chin to lift her eyes to her own. Ruby was not herself, Weiss could see it. She was sick. Sick in a way that a healer could never fix.

“Come inside.” Weiss says softly.

“Why?” Ruby asks, and it seemed to take a great deal of strength for her to do so.

“Because it's your home.” Weiss replies, one hand drifting to Ruby's neck.

“I don’t have a home.” Ruby says, her tone monotone, empty. Her hands stay in her lap, clenched.

“Our home,” Weiss tries. “The home we have.”

Ruby says nothing, seems to look past Weiss and into the fire, but Weiss insists, grips her hand and helps her stand. Ruby is heavier than usual even though she looks thinner, her cheekbones sharp, eyes deeper.

“Close your cloak, it’s going to rain.'' Weiss says, but she's already tightening Ruby’s cloak, smoothing it over her shoulders.

By the time they walk into the clearing of their home, a light rain had begun. Ruby’s hair was tied in a bun atop her head but the loose pieces that normally frame her face are wet, sticking to her skin.

“Come now,” Weiss encourages, opening the back door and holding it wide. Rain pelts the windows softly, drumming in an easy rhythm. Unbutton the cloak, Weiss removes it, drapes it over a dining room chair before removing her own jacket.

“Thanks.” Ruby whispers, standing still in the doorway, her eyes on the floor.

Weiss pauses, not expecting that. Gingerly, she places a hand on Rubys forearm. “Just relax.”

After slipping out of their shoes, she leads her upstairs to their bedroom, settles her on the reading chair. As soon as Ruby sits, Zwei hops into her lap, his tail wagging and face begging for attention.

Ruby blinks, stretches her fingers along his fur and Weiss nods.

“Yes, good idea, stay with him, and I’ll be back in a moment.”

Ruby scratches the dog behind its ear, inhaling the familiar scent of their room. She enjoys their room, the comfort it brings, but she can't help but feel alone the moment Weiss disappears from view. Ruby sighs, lifts her head and watches the heavy drops of rain pitter down the glass.

The dog lets out a low whine, indiciating Weiss’ return. She’s changed into a cream silk robe, a blue tank top peeking out from the top, and in hand she holds a mug. Dipping her arm, she grips Zwei before she holds the mug out to Ruby, and places the dog at the door, patting his head.

Ruby raises the mug to her mouth, takes a sip, and realizes she doesn't know where Crescent Rose is. She grimaces in irritation.

Taking several sips, they sit in relative silence, watching the rain, listening to its sputtering descent. Eventually, Ruby places the mug on the windowsill, lets out a defeated sigh, and that's when Weiss decides to crawl into her lap.

“You seem to be lost tonight.”

Instead of replying, Ruby reaches for the mug, takes a long sip before placing it back down. Weiss curls an arm around her neck, settles against her smoothly.

“I guess so.” Ruby whispers.

Weiss kisses her check, and Ruby notes how solid her touch is.

“I’ve got you, Petal.” Weiss says. “I’m here.”

“It’s never enough,” Ruby spits, her tone harsh. “No matter what I do, how many plans I make… it does not make a difference.”

Weiss puts her hand on Ruby’s cheek, brushes the thumb over her skin.

“I… need to leave. I need it to stop,” Ruby begs, squeezing her eyes shut. “I need to forget, just for a while.”

“That I can do.” Weiss says softly, blue eyes meeting silver ones. Ruby swallows, and for the first time that night she reaches to touch her.

“Drop your hair,” Ruby pleads, her voice trembling, and Weiss reaches up, removes her ponytail, lets her white locks run free. Ruby sighs, threads her fingers into Weiss’s hair, nails scraping her scalp as she takes hold, and Weiss draws her close to press her mouth against her own.

The kiss is soft and deep, like a tidal wave between them and they don’t pull away until they are breathless, fire burning in Ruby's eyes. Her hands warm on Weiss’ back, moving where they please. Weiss cups her face, meets Ruby's lips again, kissing her steadily, fingers trailing down her neck and smoothing over her uniform. A moan seeps from her mouth when Ruby pulls at the robe, sliding it from her shoulders.

Ruby pulls the fabric away to reveal the rest of the tank top, and white lace panties. She holds Weiss close, leans in to kiss her neck and her fingers reach under the tank top, inching it upwards. Weiss holds her arms up, letting her slide it over her figure.

The robe's tie loosens around her waist, Weiss breathes out as Ruby’s mouth trails down her neck to her chest. She sits nearly bare on her lap, letting the robe fall from her arms and onto the floor.

Weiss straddles her and leans back, allowing Ruby to look. Ruby pauses, her fingers twitching as she stares her up and down, hands flat on her thighs. She tries to speak, opens her mouth then closes it several times before eventually giving up and pressing her mouth to Weiss’, now hungry.

Breathlessly, Weiss unbuttons the front of Ruby's shirt as they kiss, shivers as the girl's hands brush over her skin. Weiss enjoys the fact that she is basically bare, while Ruby is still fully dressed.

Arm curling around her waist, Ruby drags Weiss closer and she gasps, hands tangling in her dark hair. Moving her head back, Weiss can see her Ruby beginning to look back at her. Her mind was quieting, at ease, and Weiss smiles.

Their kisses heat, growing more insistent until finally, Ruby is panting, her lips swollen and wet. Weiss feels her breath puff across her skin, her breathing coming in short gasps, muffled when she kisses her. She raises her hips when she feels Ruby slide a hand between them, and when her thumb grazes her clit, the huntress tenses, feels her jaw clench.

Ruby’s fingers are soft against her and Weiss flushes as Ruby works her terribly slow. Ruby is nothing but precise, deliberate movements knowing where to touch, and Weiss wraps an arm around her neck as she slips a single finger inside.

Ruby groans as she feels Weiss flutter around her digits, stroking her gently before she adds another finger. She shuts her eyes as she focuses on the sounds Weiss makes in her ears, increasing the pace and curling her fingers, feeling the heiress’s body tense as he sounds grow louder.

Pressing her mouth to Weiss’s shoulder, her other arm keeps Weiss still in her lap. At least, her mind is blank, free of any angst, solely focused on the girl in her arms.

Releasing a breath, Ruby kisses her shoulders, her brows knitted in concentration as she feels her own desire begin to pool in her underwear. She pumps faster, thumb pressing into Weiss again and the girl cries out, her hips bucking, whining so perfectly that Ruby couldn’t ignore it any longer. Removing her hands, she fumbles with her suit, pulls at the fabric.

Weiss stands, drags Ruby up with her and unzips her clothing. When she’s naked, she pushes Ruby back down, nudges her thighs apart before she falls to her knees between them, mouth ajar.

Weiss places a string of kisses on Ruby’s thighs, occasionally pausing to give her small nips. Ruby gasps when Weiss presses a kiss to her center, and then gives her a long swipe with her tongue.

Ruby throws her head back against the couch, moaning. Weiss’ fingers grip one of Ruby’s thighs, the other coming to meet her mound. She slowly pushes a single digit inside of her as she laps at her clit. Ruby’s hands tangle themselves in Weiss’ hair, trying to pull her closer. After a few pumps with one finger, she slips in a second, and it makes Ruby full. Weiss’ tongue circles around her clit, teasing her, and when Ruby's hips buck against her face, Weiss grins.

Looking into her face, Weiss sits up and Ruby volts forward, capturing her mouth. With a shudder, she drops her hand to Weiss’ cunt, pumping her fingers easily, and Weiss melts, her knees shaking.

Trying to regain her composure, she stands from between Ruby’s knees, missing the other girl's fingers but grabs her wrist, pulling her to the bed. Even in the semi darkness she can make out lust-blown silver eyes.

Ruby lays on the bed, her legs falling open as Weiss digs into her nightstand, grabbing the familiar wand toy. She crawls between Ruby's legs kissing up her breast and neck before making it to her mouth. Leaning up, Weiss gives her a knowing look.

“Ready?” Weiss asks, hand on the hilt of the wand.

“Please, please.” Ruby rasps. Weiss pushes her to her back, sweeping white blonde locks from her own face, sweat pooling at her neck and brow. Ruby didn't want words. She wasn't in the mood for praise or love, not yet anyways.

Switching the wand on, Weiss places it lightly against Ruby’s center. Ruby lets out a groan, her knees wobble and her hands grip the sheets, knuckles white.

For a while, Weiss keeps Ruby on her back, pushing her down when the girl would try to sit up. Her hands danced along Ruby's chest, into her hair, against her cheek. She kissed her breasts as the toy brought Ruby closer and closer to excellence, over and over but denying her before she could shatter.

Ruby’s back arched off the bed, hissing through her teeth as her Aura flickers. Her cheeks grew rosy, her Aura surging and thinning as Weiss teases her, watching her silver eyes fill with nothing but pleasure.

When she came, Ruby released a choking sound, her release fierce and impending. Weiss watches in calculated awe, her mouth agape as she works her partner to the edge. As her release subsides, Ruby sits up on shaky elbows, Weiss turning the wand off. Ruby tries to reach for her, tries to repay the favor but Weiss hushes her, lays her down so they lay side by side, facing one another, and when Weiss looks at her, Ruby is smiling. The smile is wide, her eyes covered by the back of her hand.

It's quiet for a moment before Ruby gives her a coy expression, and lets out a twinkle of laughter. Putting an arm around Weiss’ waist, she drags her close.

“Thanks,” Ruby laughs, kisses her forehead. Her face grows serious for a moment. “I wasn't… meaning you. Beforehand. When I said I needed to leave. I just…”

“I know,” Weiss interrupts, and touches Ruby's temple. “There's a lot in here. But in Remnant, you're not alone.”

“Salem is gone,” Ruby says quietly. “But it feels like… she’s still here. It’s not over.”

Weiss swallows thickly. “It’s almost over, petal. You just need time to heal. One day you’ll leave that all behind.”

Ruby nods, kisses Weiss’s fingers. “One day I'll leave.”

“Yes,” Weiss says with a tired smile. She holds Ruby's hand, and blue eyes meet silver ones. “One day you will.”

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Supplies

Summary: Having a crafty girlfriend means you get her supplies.

Pairing: Ruby x Weiss

Word Count: 322

Warning: none

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As Weiss bangs open the front of their apartment door, Ruby isn’t overly surprised by the ruckus. Even with all her training and poise, Weiss is anything but quiet in every aspect of her life. Ruby has never minded, and if anything, she likes that even when she can't see her, she knows Weiss is somewhere nearby with however loud she’s being. What does surprise the red head, is the bundle upon bundles of yarn spewing from Weiss’s arms.

“Um… Weiss?” Ruby asks, standing from her desk, her comic book long forgotten. “What's all this?”

Weiss gives a huff as she opens her arms and a bundle of different colored spools of yarn fall to the couch. She’s grinning and Ruby finds it contagious.

“You said you wanted to knit team JNPR a flag.” Weiss says, as if that answers why she had just dumped pounds and pounds of yarn in their living room. When Ruby doesn’t answer, she sighs. “Annnd you need yarn to do that, no?”

Ruby blinks, eyes darting between Weiss and the colorful string. “I… so you what, bought me supplies?”

Weiss frowns, placing her hands on her hips. “Well duh! How would you knit all their colors without the proper colors?”

“But you hate knitting.”

“I don't hate it, I'm just not good at it,” Weiss says with a wave of her hand. “But you like it so, i just thought-”

“You bought all that for me?”

Weiss’s frown morphs to a confused look. “Ruby, did you hit your head or something?”

Ruby laughs before she volts forward and corrals Weiss into a hug, her arms looped around the slim girl's waist and face buried into her shoulder. Weiss lets out a short breath before Ruby feels her hands run in her hair, soft movements that make her blood thrum.

“Best girlfriend ever.” Ruby whispers into the fabric of Weiss’s top, and the other girl simply laughs.

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Blacksun Week - Day Seven

Day seven submission for Blacksun week ☀️ so sorry I slacked off on posting these! thank you again for hosting @fromshadowstosun

@fromshadowstosun

Prompt: fireworks

Word count: 207

Warning: none

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It isn't until the fireworks pop in the sky that Sun feels Blakes skin on his own.

They’ve been sitting close together all night, but with just enough space to not accidentally brush against one another. He knows her preferences, can read her body language like a script and he’s always tried to give her whatever she wants; space, affection, anger.

As the glittering light crackles and pops above them, Sun shifts, keeps his eyes wide and takes in the side of her face. Cheek leaning on his shoulder, Blake is staring up, the fireworks reflecting in her dark eyes.

“I can feel ya staring.” She hums and Sun jumps, laughing nervously before he scratches the back of his head. “It’s fine…i don't mind.”

“I- well you just…” Sun tries, and Blake gives him a bemused expression as he fumbles for an excuse. He glances at her mouth, the perfect pout and his stomach tightens. “Fuck it.”

Above them, fireworks glitter and between them, Sun closes the space, sealing his mouth over hers. He half expects her to shove him, to yelp or bite his lip; but she doesn’t. Instead, she hums softly, the sound vibrating right through him, and moves closer, her hand covering over his.

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Blacksun Week - Day Six

Day six submission for Blacksun week ☀️

@fromshadowstosun

Prompt: cozy

Word count: 238

Warning: implied smut

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"Water?"

Breathing hard, Blake allows her eyes to flutter open and she gazes at the ceiling as she tries to even out her harsh breathing. her skin is warm and flush, and there's a delish ache between her legs. Her mouth is dry, and she lets her tongue poke out, wetting her lips.

"Yes, please." She sighs, turning over to look at Sun beside her. He had already pulled his boxers on but his chest was still slick with a thin layer of sweat. Sun grins and practically bounds from the bed, his tail swishing as he moves. Now alone, Blake sighs with contenness and leans over, retrieving her discarded underwear and t-shirt. she holds up the fabric before dropping it and grabbing Sun's shirt, slipping it over her frame. She hears his feet pattering into the room before she sees him, and Blake feels her chest warm as Sun’s face reppears, blue eyes solely focused on her.

Placing the cup in her hands, he presses a kiss to her forehead before slipping into bed beside her, his skin warm to the touch. Blake takes a sip and snuggles against him, grinning when he slips an arm around her waist.

“I have an idea.”

“Stay in bed all day?” Blake laughs, taking a sip again. “It is the weekend.”

Sun grins and playfully bites her shoulder before pressing a kiss to the inflicted skin. “You read my mind.”