#cs: dark swirl

[niya-writesshit]

theodore nott x fem!reader

cheater

(2)

TW: smut MDNI, oral m receiving, p in v, cheating

word count: 1,239

¡! ❞ a/n: hey so im actually in love with theodore nott

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ding!

your phone vibrated in your hand as a loud notification sound rang through the common room. a large group of you and your fellow slytherins were sprawled on the couches in front of the fireplace, mumbling about random topics that no one was geniunely interested in. a few other girls were gathered on the smallest couch, giggling and gossiping as pansy sat on the ground, getting her hair braided by astoria. you and your boyfriend were sitting right by the fireplace, and his hand was wrapped around your waist, roaming up and down your hips as him and his friends made fun of yet another helpless first-year.

you slowly pulled your phone out from under your leg, swiping up on the screen to see what the notification had been. theo.

you looked up at him with raised eyebrows and made eye contact with those gorgeous, dead eyes of his. he was also tangled up with another girl, sitting there quietly as she chattered and played with his hair.

you clicked on the notification, turning your phone back over and slapping it against the couch as you read the text.

come upstairs with me

slowly, you rose your eyes to meet his again, scoffing as you watched his lips curl into a smirk.

your boyfriend's fingers began to travel down to your legs, and his hand now rested on your inner thigh. as he looked away again, you picked up your phone and typed out a reply to theo.

that was a one time thing

theo replied immediately, paying no regard to the girl right next to him desperately trying to get his attention.

let's make it a two time thing

you watched the message pop up on your homescreen, covering the screen with your thigh.

your phone vibrated again with another message.

im so hard rn y/n

its all cs of you and that short ass skirt

your cheeks flushed red and you clenched your thighs together as you turned the phone around again, refusing to believe that theo was getting you all flustered. after a few minutes of avoiding eye contact with the man, the phone vibrated against your leg yet again. your boyfriend began to rub circles on your thigh as he moved his fingers closer to your panties.

i should be the one touching you like that not this asshole

theo was glaring at your boyfriend, occasionally flicking his eyes down to look at your boyfriend's hands.

get his hands off you y/n

you exhaled slowly, trying to calm the rush of adrenaline that this interaction was giving you. slowly, you dragged the phone out from under your thigh and typed a response, eyes darting between your boyfriend and the phone so he wouldn't notice what you were doing.

my dorm in like 5

you watched as theo read the message, clamping your thighs together even tighter after an extremely attractive, lazy smile spread across his face. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom, baby," you said, lifting your boyfriend's hand from your leg. your boyfriend barely looked up from his phone, nodding dismissively.

you scurried up the steps to your dorm, and closed the door behind you. a few seconds later, the door opened again, and theo was standing there, eyes dark with lust.

the brunette immediately grabbed you by the waist, smashing his lips against yours with desperate passion. he quickly pulled your shirt over your head and undid the clasp of your bra as you undid his pants and pulled down his boxers.

"fuck." theo groaned as your fingers brushed his tip. he was in fact hard, so hard that his cock seemed to quiver with every touch from your fingers. you broke off from his lips, kneeling on the ground instead. theo backed up against the door, quietly locking it as you began to stroke him.

looking up at him with wide eyes, you ran your hands up and down his length before putting it in your mouth and swirling your tongue over the tip. theo sucked in a sharp breath, placing his hands at the back of your head as you began moving on his cock.

"shit, baby. just like that," he mumbled, throwing his head back against the door when you began to quicken your pace. gulps filled the room as you hollowed out your cheeks and took his massive cock down your throat. theo was pushing your head even farther into his crotch, so your chin was brushing against his balls as you sucked him off.

your eyes began to roll as you gagged, making theo moan yet again. "fuck." he whined, still moving your head on his cock. "fuck, y/n, oh my god, 'm gonna cum."

and he did. his cock twitched in your mouth as it spurted thick, white ropes down your throat. he pulled it out with a pop!, and you tried to swallow the load that he had just released in you.

theo's cock sprung up again, hard all over. you looked up at him with pleading eyes. "wanna feel you inside, theo."

theo's eyes seemed to darken even more as he pulled you up off the ground and pushed you against the wall. he flipped up your skirt and pulled off your panties with a hooked finger. theo chuckled at how soaked your panties were, so wet they had left a mark on your calves when you were sitting. "this all for me, bella?"

you nodded desperately, whimpering as he traced his fingers around your hole. "please, theo." you begged, blindly grabbing at his crotch behind you. "patience, amore,' he crooned, still teasing your clit with a couple fingers.

finally, he lined up his tip with your sopping entrance and pushed it in. you were so warm, and tight, and wet that he moaned as soon as his cock began to fill you up. you whimpered again as he began to move it inside you, eyes rolling back as he started going faster and faster. theo's hands rested on your hips as he thrust into you, groaning.

your whole body seemed to be moving, your cheek smashed into the wall. one of theo's hands reached up to grab your tit, teasing the nipple with his cold fingers.

"you feel so good, bella. so tight," he mumbled, still feverishly pounding into you from behind. you cried out with every thrust, the feeling so intense you felt like you were going to pass out.

"he fuck you this good, y/n?" theo groaned. "hm?" he grabbed you by the cheek and pulled your face back so you could see him. "hm?"

you shook your head quickly. "do i fuck you better, bella?" you nodded, unable to form sounds other than the moans that were spilling out of your mouth. "tell me who you fucks you better, y/n."

"fuck, theo." you moaned. "you. shit, you fuck me so good, theo."

✮✮✮

ding!

your phone vibrated in your hand as a loud notification sound rang through the common room.

you slowly pulled your phone out from under your leg, checking to see who the notification was from.

theo:

come upstairs with me

you typed out a reply, barely looking up at the brunette seated right across from you.

your dorm in 5

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¡! ❞ © niya-writesshit 2024

[vmpiires]

hi babagril 🤭 sooo my request is gojo poundin the shit out of y/n (or my name 🗣️) after y/n being a absolute teasing him and being a brat.

u could either write gojo or geto… or both cs uk i don’t mind

„𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂”

: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!! MDNI

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, public sex, nun too heavy. threesome. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 670

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; again,, first time writing for these characters. i hope this don’t suck 😭 HOPE YOU LIKEEEE and reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D

you were being impatient. you, gojo, and geto have been out all day messing around…more like gojo and geto were messing around. you just tagged along because you didn’t wanna be left alone at home while gojo claims to be out doing “extensional work”.

the three of you were currently out for lunch. geto squinted at the non-sorcerers. his little ponytail swung behind him as he grabbed the set of chopsticks and began playing with his food.

“there’s a bunch of monkeys, over there. i don’t wanna be near those things.” you heard him grumble under his breath before he’d take a glance at you and smirk. “don’t worry, you’re an exception.” that’s when he began spraying his disinfectant deodorant….to keep the monkey smell away.

“what the hell…” you thought as you laughed off geto’s comment, not exactly knowing what you should say after. gojo’s hand gently pressed down onto the table as he stood up.

“going to the bathroom, be right back.” he announced. that’s when you took the opportunity to try to go with him and satisfy your needs. you were going through an insane heat. it didn’t help that you were ovulating.

“uh…me too!” you suddenly say before grabbing gojo by the arm and dragging gojo to the bathroom, leaving the non-sorcerer hater at the table alone.

he didn’t seem to mind.

the two of you get to the bathroom, and you being you, you stopped gojo before he could get into the stall, telling him your scheme.

twenty minutes later, the two of you were on the bathroom floor, naked. gojo was holding your thighs down while his tongue was moving against your folds at some unknown speed, making you moan loudly. your hips bucked, pushing his face more into you.

your fingers gripped onto his icy white hair. you were trying your best to be quiet, considering you were in a public setting but the way gojo’s tongue was moving was driving you insane.

before anything could go any further, the bathroom door opened. there stood geto with the widest of eyes, completely in shock of what he was looking at.

but your imagine enticed him. seeing your movements against his best friend’s face as he opened the door. it was hypnotic. the male made a face before he commanded you to move off of gojo after he decided that he’d join in on such acts. of course you listened. he removed his clothes also.

“you’re so obedient…i thought you were incompetent but i think you could be useful.” he said as he pinned you down against the cold tiled flooring of the bathroom. he’d put your legs up over his shoulders, before he’d force his length into you. it all happened so sudden. your breath hitched as you tried to control your moans but it was physically impossible.

while geto was slamming himself into you, his thrusts getting slightly more intense by the moment, gojo quieted your noises of pleasure with his own length. as if it were muscle memory, your hand wrapped around his shaft and your tongue swirled around against his tip, which flushed a red color filled with sensitivity.

you were being constantly praised by the two men as they fucked you roughly. all three of your moans and airy breaths filled the room, not really caring if anyone on the outside heard anything. what mattered was that you all were getting some sort of pleasure out of this. your eyes rolled back, unable to see what was in front of you clearly.

soon enough, puddles of a warm substance fell onto your stomach and some going down your throat.

both geto and gojo stood up, cleaning themselves before putting their clothes back on.

“that was fun, wasn’t it?” geto smirked at you. embarrassed, you quickly got up and cleaned yourself also and put your clothes on.

“i thought it was fun.” gojo beamed with a goofy smile. geto narrowed his eyes before nudging the other.

“i wasn’t asking you.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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[octahedral-chaos]

Starfolks and Colour Variants: Some more Markings... And Mutations in general

As stated in the previous post, starfolks can have a variety of different markings which were:

Iridescence (II)

Points (Po)

Reverse Points (RPo)

Leopard (Leo)

Tiger/ Quagga/ Thylacine (Tig I, II and III)

Countershade (Cs)

Ticking (Tk)

Metallic/ Akhal-teke (Akt)

Somatic (Soma)

Of course, all of these aren't the only ones that starfolks have.

First off, Skewbald and Piebald. In technical terms, most starfolks are Skewbald, not Piebald. Skewbald is used to denote Dual-types that are mainly green, or any non-standard starfolk colours (Black or white), while Piebald is exclusively for Somatic starfolks.

Stewbald results in large, irregular patches of white and the base colour. Same applies to Piebald, but with black and white patches instead. Skewbald is denoted by "Skb."

Next is Tabby. Tabby shows up as a series of stripes, as well as white extremities and dorsal stripe. The latter two are important for distinguishing a Tabby from a Tig-gene starfolk. Tabbies are denotes by Tab.

Tapir (Ag) gives white spots and stripes on the side. This is somewhat common in most starfolks. In white light starfolks, this gene is not expressed.

Merle (Mrl) gives a starfolk a distinctive lighter colouration with darker swirls and patches, with the swirls being the darkest colours. However, Double-Merle (Mlr/Mlr) starfolks don't live very long, as that is a fatal gene.

Dalmatian gives a starfolk a pure white or light coloured base with spots that are in the true bade colour. Completely absent in white light starfolks.

Then there's Wolf. Wolf is, interestingly enough, only found in Dark starfolks. The Wolf (Wf) gene results in a lighter and desaturated base colour (So grey for black, light brown for brown, etc), with brownish extremities and lighter underside. This may also include white "mask" that is only visible when the physical form is showing.

Tricolour (Tri) gives Black, white and brown/ red/ orange/ yellow colouration, depending on which Rank it is.

Mutations

We also mentioned some colour mutations in the previous post, which are:

Somatic

Albinism

Melanism

Axanthism is the lack of red and yellow pigments. In starfolks, this isn't seen in light starfolks (Although they could have this), but is extremely noticeable in dark and dual-types. Axanthistic dual-types tend to be blue instead of green or purple, while dark starfolks tend to have white colouration where the red should normally go.

Xanthochromism is the excess of yellow pigmentation. This shows up as green (Light) or yellow (dual-type). This is not as noticeable in Dark starfolks.

Erythrism is the excess of red pigments. This is similar to Xanthochromism, but with red instead of green or yellow.

Now on to things that aren't colour mutations!

First off, conjoined twins.

Of course, just like in regular animals, sometimes things go a but awry during development. Sometimes an egg's embryo splits into two, creating twins.

But then sometimes, an embryo splits incompletely, forming conjoined twins. There's many ways this could present itself:

Polycephaly, where there are two heads instead of one. Most often appears similar to Janus twins.

Polymelia, where there are extra limbs.

One head with two bodies

Two bodies and heads, but joined at the chest and/or hip

There's also Cyclopia, which is usually found in starfolks that have a pair of eyes. This results in a single eye, but also death as this is a sign of serious internal complications. The single eyed/ faceless equivalent is polyocular.

Then there's polydactyl, where a starfolk has extra digits. This seems strangely common in dual-types with a high percentage of dark polarity for some reason.

Syndactyly is the opposite: The fusing of digits. There is a certain famous light starfolk who has this condition... no it is not Edda, we were talking about Caraway!

*Ahem* Anyways... that's all of the mutations that we could remember. Please let us know what topic you would like us to tackle next.

[mistblaze]

Darktail

So ... he´s mine now.

Gently plucks a wet Darktail out of the swirling maelstrom of bad writing choices and blowdries him in a rage cage

He drives me CRAZY. His design makes NO SENSE.

WHERE IS THE WHITE FROM?!

Smoke is a blue cat. So,

B/ d/d l/l C/cs

At LEAST. Let´s not worry about her tabby genes too much for now.

Onestar is a mottled pale brown tabby. I´m going to be generous and make him a cinnamon mackarel tabby with high spotting. I´m using spotted tabby as a slider rather than a fixed gene, so some mackarel tabbies look more spotted than others. So, this is Onestar:

b/b D/ L/ a/ Mc/ C/cs

WHERE IS THE WHITE WARRIOR CATS?! WHERE DO YOU GET A PIEBALD CAT FROM THOSE TWO?!

So I could give both of them W/S and just do a white toe for both of them, but honestly, I´m going with the funny option. He HAS to be black, and he CAN´T be diluted. He´ll have fur of middling lengh.

So, is he a tabby?

I could make him a black tabby. Lemme see what Onestar´s parents have to offer, maybe I can do something funny.

Wrenflight is describes as brown, so she´s a solid chocolate. Meaning Onestar gets a little b ... which makes him chocolate rather than cinnamon. Hu. Lemme look up chocolate tabbies.

Could still pass, I guess.

Stagleap is ... dark brown. Both are solid.

HOW IS ONESTAR A TABBY?!

There go Darktail´s tabby options.

Alright let me look up the colorpoint gene and see if I can do something funny. Because at least Morningflower is a colorpoint FIGHT ME.

So, normal colored cats are dominant, so I can theoretically toss an allelle in anywhere I want ....

Now, do I want him to be a sepia or a siamese?

Whom am I kidding, there´s only one way to go here.

With this in mind, this is what we end up with:

B/b D/d a/a L/l cs/cs

Seal point Darktail!

Now onto his sister, lol.

[thotpuppy]

oooh neat! Tagged by @lucky-bishop

Last movie: I watched elf christmas morning :,^)

Last show: uhhhhh pppprobably the latest season of Lupin on Netflix, watched that in november..?

Last song: Pagan Poetry by Bjork (from my TriReign/Addabge Dmaddiage fic playlist hehe)

Song stuck in my head: For the past two weeks any time i haven't been actively listening to the playlist I've had the Horror and the Wild by the Amazing Devil on loop in my brain, specifically the line where he goes "welcome to my table bring your hunGER" its just so good so good im obsessed w them

Favorite color: toxic waste green

Currently reading: good question tbh I have Dark Rise by CS Pacat sitting on my coffee table but im being bad abt it. i WANT to read it but i just haven't had a real opportunity to sit and read

Currently watching: bruh i haven't watched anything since xmas im sorry lmao

Next on your to watchlist: i literally purchased buffy season 1 on dvd to try and make myself rewatch it (and make bonnie watch it) but she managed to start without me and therefore i haven't touched it

Currently consuming: cold coffee :,(

Currently craving: medium ice coffee 3 cream 3 liquid sugar and limited edition Pink Velvet swirl from dunkin donuts.

Sweet/spicy/savory: gimma da sugar baybee

Relationship status: i have a puppy hehe uwu

Current obsession: Peter Hale's inner voice, desires, and machinations

3 favorite foods: not to be a fuckin weeb, but uh - tonkatsu ramen (LOADED with everything but hold the menma because its gross), golden curry chicken over rice (the way i make it at home though), and potatoes. just... everything made from potato is good. they're the real super food.

Last thing you googled: throne (image) lmao... the last like, "fact" i googled was what they called bathrooms in europe circa 1300 iirc

Dream trip: i want to go to japan for a restaurant tour. i don't care about shopping or sightseeing, i just want to eat food.

Anything I want right now: i want an iced coffee i didn't make at home. i also want to be writing my fanfic so bad. ive passed 24k. im crying. im weeping. im so excited!

no pressure tags! @endwersed @whimsicalmeerkat @renmackree @sinnabon-cosplay @cardboardslugs

[childotkw]

I have absolutely no idea what state of mind I was in when I wrote this:

In Voldemort's chamber, Hadrian's slightly tipsy presence had an unexpected effect on him as a wizard. His eyes were filled with reflections of the green fires in the fireplace, and his allure spread throughout the room like a spell.

Hadrian's slightly dazed state stirred a hidden desire within Voldemort. He smiled, his lips curling, aware of the complex emotions swirling inside him. Despite being hesitant to confront these feelings, he felt a powerful attraction towards Hadrian.

His green eyes drew him in completely. In those eyes, there was a world full of freedom and adventure, a discovery waiting to be made. With every glance, it was like unraveling the mysteries of Voldemort's own inner world, like solving an enigma.

Hadrian's lips were another enchantment. His smile bestowed upon him an extraordinary beauty. Voldemort struggled to restrain his longing for those lips. Despite the darkness within him, he found a satisfaction he yearned for in Hadrian's lips.

Taking a step closer to Hadrian, Voldemort tried to silence the rational voices in his mind. Being around him compelled Voldemort to confront himself and accept his feelings. Hadrian's grace and innocence prevented the darkness within him from prevailing.

Voldemort's eyes roamed over Hadrian's face. Those graceful features reflected a beauty akin to the words of a poet's enchanting verse. In that moment, it carried him away from his loneliness and transported him into a world where he yearned to live, like a fairytale come to life.

Hadrian turned his head slightly and looked at him. The innocence and slight intoxication in his eyes gave him a beauty Voldemort had never seen before. In that moment, Voldemort's heart started beating faster. Controlling himself became increasingly difficult as long as he was in Hadrian's presence.

And that moment was when he found the courage to cross the thin line between two worlds. Voldemort slowly approached Hadrian and traced his hand over his face. His touch stirred up a storm of emotions in Hadrian's heart. Between them, there was a magical force of attraction, and now there was no turning back.

Hadrian's eyes delved into Voldemort's, like an explorer trying to understand his inner world. As they looked at each other, both confronted their own darkness, and the fire within them grew stronger.

The atmosphere in Voldemort's chamber was no longer an ordinary office; it had transformed into a mystical place where two souls met. They embraced their complex emotions and took steps towards each other. From that moment on, everything changed, and two enemies had fallen deeply in love with each other.

😍😍😍 oh wow wow wow this was wonderful to read!!!! Thank you!! 💕💕

Riddle just waxing poetics about Hadrian is PEAK CS!! I'm swooning!

[carpe-aurore]

For the ask: I would love to see this old fashioned letter from CS Friedman’s Black Sun Rising, written in “the Neocount’s neat and elegant hand” with “the swirl of his initials” as a signature. (If it sounds ominous, it’s because it is; the plot is that he left the message for his wife before he sacrificed her to make a deal with the forces of darkness and become a vampire.)

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Please come to me at your earliest convenience. The workshop below.

GT

Here you go! Sorry for the confusion!

Candle light seems more ominous to me but idk

[hurtthemgently]

30. Cut them deep

For Cato!

Masterlist

Cw: meta aware whumpee, stabbing, blood, mild gore, stitches

Cato sighed as he got swirled up into the clouds. The change was quick and quiet, and before he knew it he was on the platform. This time, various draped chains decorated the cloudy area.

He read the prompt and froze. He frantically searched for Writer, ready to fight back. A searing pain sliced through his side, right near his waist.

“Agh!” He pressed a hand to the wound. Warm blood seeped through his fingers. “The prompt said one cut! No more!” He took off his jacket and tied it around the wound.

“The prompt implied one cut. There’s nothing expressly forbidding more.” They materialized before him, solid crystalline knife in one hand.

He backed away, so they appeared behind him and slashed his upper arm. He gasped, snarling at them.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t bleed out. See look, that first ones done bleeding already.”

They were right. The first cut was still covered in blood, but the gash itself was no longer flowing with it. Just hurting. He looked to his shoulder, where the bleeding had already slowed immensely.

While he was distracted with his arm, the blade struck his opposite shoulder. He hissed, turning to try and hit them. His fist went through dust.

“Ow you hit me.” They said, overexaggerating being knocked back. “That deserves some punishment.” They disappeared.

He cried out as the knife slid into his ankle. Another in his knee. He fell to the ground. Barely containing choked gasps, he glared up at Writer.

Spots played at his vision.

The knife slashed across his back, eliciting another cry. Cato shut his eyes, no longer caring that tears were falling.

Writer dipped a finger in one of the pools of blood. They smirked and lifted Cato’s chin, smearing the blood across his face. His expression was contorted in agony, and he hissed at trying to move his leg.

They examined the cuts they’d made, before roughly digging their fingers into the gash across his back. He gasped out sobs, trying to drag himself away from their touch.

“Had enough?” They cooed, running bloodied fingers through his hair. “I think I’m quite done with the knife. I think I’ll move on to something else.”

Cato’s breath hitched, and he let out a ragged scream as the gashes were knitted back together. A thin golden thread pierced through his skin, over and over, pulling the cuts closed. He scrambled to try and get away as the threads slowly went through each cut, up and down, crisscrossing. His vision darkened, the spots and dizziness overcoming him.

They trailed fingers over their thread work, before tilting his head up again. Dark, tear filled eyes fluttered. His breathing was shallow and uneven. Feeling for a pulse, they waited as the fast and strong heartbeat got slower and weaker.

“Oh no- looks like I broke him. Hmm.. well I guess that’s enough for now.” They willed the surroundings to shift, and now Cato was laying in the bath of his apartment. Blood smeared on the white surface. He shifted, still trying to ease the pain, even when unconscious.

They dissipated, leaving Cato to pick himself back up.

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Taglist: @whumpsday @firefly017 @alex-ember @t0rture-me @suspicious-whumping-egg @d-cs @sxchiraz

[the-starry-seas]

behold more of my stuff! aka ghost squad picrews

Boom, CT-4866, he/him. Prosthetic left leg. A stylized yellow-and-red explosion with a black bomb in the middle is painted on his chestplate, where an iron heart would go on Mandalorian armour.

Cavalry, CT-4055, zhey/zhem. Likes colorful shirts and swishy capes. Zheir scar is painted on zheir helmet as well as jaws with spiky teeth.

Harlow, CC-1429, he/him. Dyes the top of his undercut in his squad's colours, which is a dark turquoise. That's his partner's bathrobe.

Karla, CS-2227, they/them. Has ‘mandokarla’ tattooed across the inside of their right wrist in Aurebesh with an iron heart between ‘mando’ and ‘karla’. Family First scratched into their vambrace under their comm and a lightning strike pattern over their breath filters.

Nox, CT-9732, they/them. Pink undercut that’s shoulder-length on their left side and has their name shaved into the right side with the ‘o’ having two rings around a solid middle shape, like a target. The target is also painted on their helmet. They have dark turquoise swirls tattooed up their arms and legs, to their shoulders and hips.

Ray, CT-5314, she/her. Has a skeleton painted on her armour in her squad’s colours.

Shay, CT-2368, he/him. Always cold so he's always wearing a jacket. Outlined wave patterns all over his arms, from shoulders to wrists.

Tally, CT-9745, he/him. Has a tattoo of ten tally marks, two sets of five, for his squadmates.

[salty-cs]

Why are we salting on designs? Designs are a preference. people like swirls and some people like stars or hearts some people like dark and edgy and other people like colorful rainbow neon vomit dogs. And You guys do realize the majority of designs from chicoons are stripes and spots right? Half the chicoons made in the event had just colored patches. Lets salt about actual CS staff artists and not peoples designs its not salt its rude

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[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 8

*Warning: Adult Content*  

I'm waiting outside the house in the morning when Daemon pulls up to the curb to take me to school. I wave shyly at him, trying to be polite but my heart falls as Daemon ignores my effort.

He rolls down the window, not even bothering to look at me.

"Get in."

So much for trying to be courteous. As Lylah would say, he's a jackass but I try not to let him ruin my mood.

"Hello," I say as I clamber in the car, flashing him a slight smile that he definitely doesn't deserve.

Daemon eyes my backpack that's stuffed to the brim with a grimace.

"What do you have in there? Rocks?"

"Don't be silly," I say, crossing my arms. "Mrs. Padilla wants us to bring our textbook today,"

"I'm not the silly one," Daemon smirks. "You look ridiculous lugging that around on your back. So glad I graduated that hell 4 years ago."

I crinkle my small nose in offense at the comment, slightly ticked off.

"I'm just being scholarly. Unlike some of us," I add the last part quickly because I was scared to say it but did anyway.

"What the hell does that mean?" Daemon asks, his brow furrowing as he turns to look at me.

Shoot. Now he's gonna know I found his old school stuff that was stored in the closet.

"Hey, did you snoop through my shit?"

And I'm caught, my eyes flashing in alarm.

"I didn't mean to. It just fell out when I was looking around."

"What fell out?"

"Your high school report cards..." I say, fiddling with my hands in my lap, avoiding Daemon's gaze.

Daemon groans, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I'm sorry," I give him an apologetic look laced with apprehension.

I'm waiting for the backlash, expecting the punishment of harsh words. But it doesn't come.

"It's not a big deal. Cs and Ds aren't the end of the world and at least I didn't give myself premature back problems," Daemon says as he continues driving.

I'm not expecting that response and something about his tone amuses. I surprise myself when I let out a sudden laugh, quickly slapping a hand over my mouth to smother it.

Daemon abruptly turns to face me, watching as my face pinkens in embarrassment. His face is unreadable as he gazes at me, a conflict of emotions swirling in those dark eyes of his.

I realize they're much darker than when he's transformed and they're glowing amber. But right now they're almost black, a breathtaking glittering onyx, like a deep pool I feel like I'll fall into if I look any longer.

But then we're pulling up to the school and the moment ends. Flustered, I eagerly go to get out of the car when I feel something grab me, stopping me from doing so.

I look to see Daemon's large veined hand gripping my thin arm, not strong enough to hurt me but if he wanted to he could definitely snap the limb like a twig.

"Wait," Daemon says but then flinches, dropping my arm like my skin burnt him.

I look at him confusedly.

"Yes?"

"I hope you're being careful, Omega. You've kept low, right? No one can find out about you," he says accusingly.

I groan internally.

So he still doesn't trust me.

"Yes, yes. The secret's safe," I reassure him before bounding out of the car.

Daemon's probably never seen a teenager more excited to go to school. And I am, of course. But I also really wanted to get out of that situation.

The tension in the air was so palpable it makes me shiver to think about. What's with Daemon? He just... makes me feel something and it's weird but I don't think it's a bad weird.

School's going great. Or it would be if it didn't involve Trent. I've dealt with bullies before but usually they'd keep it nice and simple, the usual beating before throwing my bag in a dirty ditch and pushing me in after it.

But Trent's moves are calculated, stupid mind games designed to piss me off. I come to class to see my chair is gone.

Or Trent will humiliate me by telling me I have something in my teeth and I'll go to the bathroom to pick it out only to find nothing.

And it's the perverted remarks that grow more inappropriate by the day that make me the most uncomfortable.

"Do you shave, Ash?" Trent asks me one day in biology.

I frown at him.

"Why are you asking me that, Trent?"

"Because you have nice legs," Trent says, leering as he peers down at my pale thighs and legs.

I grimace and try to shift my legs further under the desk to block the Alphas view. I wish I didn't wear shorts today.

They're my favorite jean shorts that go down to my mid-thigh, not even booty-shorts but Trent doesn't seem to care. Ugh. Why does he have to ruin fashion for me?

"Stop it, Trent. I'm trying to concentrate," I say as I continue to copy down the notes from the board.

"I'm trying to concentrate too. Just on something different," Trent adds, reaching over, his large hand going to grab my thigh.

I leap out of my seat before it can happen, my chair scraping back painfully, the noise causing all the attention to turn to me.

"Yes, Mr. Willow?" Mrs. Padilla raises a skeptical eyebrow at me through her thick-rimmed glasses.

"I need to go to the restroom," I lie, biting my lip at how awkward I feel.

Trent is sneering at me, clearly pleased with the fact that he's succeeded in embarrassing me again.

"You may. But in the future, please go during your break."

I'm tempted to snap back at her that maybe students didn't always need to go to the bathroom during break and should go whenever their bladders tell them to but I think better of it.

I nod and quickly rush out, texting my group chat with Wren and Lylah.

Ash: Trent is trying to freaking molest me.

Lylah: WHAT?

Wren: TURDBAG.

Lylah: GIRL WHERE U AT?

Ash: Heading to west restroom. 🚽

Wren: Nice emoji, also I'm on my way.

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[bluejones]

another time

pairing: santi garcia x reader word count: 650 a/n: cs prompt challenge, week 5: “A game of 20 questions that ends with “Can I kiss you?” ~ of course you run into Santi at a bar... it’s been a while | read on AO3 here~ 

At your local bar, you were already a handful of drinks down before you bumped into Santi, someone you hadn't seen in some months. He'd flown into town that day for something work related and had conveniently ended up in your bar, at precisely the time you normally frequented... 

You navigated the awkward 'it's been a while' pleasantries until he finally offered to buy you a drink. He caught up pretty fast and were now sitting side by side in the low light at the edge of the bar, laughing at some story he told, but you could both tell you were avoiding it – the slight uncomfortable feeling that had settled around you. You were friends, sure. But you didn't quite know each other any more.

He acknowledged it once your laugh subsided.

"I have missed you, you know." He said with his glass almost touching his lips, like he didn't really want to say it out loud. You sighed

“It's just work and..” Yeah, you knew little of his ‘work’ but it always kept him away. You could never handle the instability, no matter how strongly you felt for him.

“I know.”

“Let me at least try. I've known you, but I want to know you now too.”

You didn’t quite understand the point, he’d be gone again soon for who knows who long and the potential for this to happen again was high, but you acquiesced. “Oh yeah and what do you propose we do?”

“Let's..” a pause. “Play 20 questions!” You couldn't help but burst out laughing despite the obvious sincerity in his voice. You expected some flirty remark but not that. You almost felt bad seeing his eyes so unusually hopeful before he chuckled along with you.

“What are we, 12 years old?” You wheezed, trying to tone down your laughter but failing.

“Just kidding, just kidding. Obviously.” He hunched forward looking dejected, or, maybe it was rejection.

“Right, sure!” You slapped him on the back, a little unfriendly. You weren’t even sure if you meant it to be unfriendly or not. Maybe some other time you might have gone along with his little games, but you just didn’t have it in you this time.

Santi breathed deeply, turning away to focus on his drink that he started to swirl in the glass. “That'd be stupid, of course.”

You leaned into him, putting your arm around his shoulders. “Oh Santi,” you breathed, “You're silly.” And oh, you realised just how many drinks you'd had when he leaned into you in return and snuck his hand gingerly over your lower back and settled it around your hip. He pressed his temple to your forehead and sat like that for a long minute. When you finally came apart, it was a silent agreement – it wouldn't do either of you any good to dwell on the past tonight.

“If not 20 questions,” he murmured softly, but happily, “What then?

You rolled your eyes. There would be time to get reacquainted properly later, but you wanted to see something first. 

"I don't know Santi. But we can kiss if you want or whatever.'' You said casually, taking a sip of your drink and only looking back at him when you set the glass down. He was looking at you with a dark intensity, one eyebrow raised and that all too familiar smirk on his face. He went for it, no hesitation or preamble – just moved his lips over yours in the way he knew you loved. The bastard. His hand moved up your back until it rested on the back of your neck, used it to pull you in and deepen the kiss. It was nice, so nice. 

The way he gently pried your mouth open with his tongue, smooth and patient. 

The way your own hand settled against his cheek, feeling his stubble against your fingertips…

It was almost like coming home. 

[rintarous]

fuckboy!tendou

[ masterlist ] + LAST INSTALMENT FOR ME D: hope you all enjoyed them ! <3 ++ BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRACLE BOY, SATORI!!!!! 

kageyama | kita | osamu | suna  

miracle boy tendou satori

the shameless fuckboy

this sexy ass mf 

bed monster is what people describe him 

rumor has it that he breaks beds on the daily 

people claim he’s a literal god at sex 

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

this all started when he ran out of hair wax and entered school with his hair down

hair down!tendou hits different

next thing he knew bitches were lining up to him giving him gifts or bluntly flirting with him

since then he kept his hair down at all times

but when he doesn’t feel like,,, attending people’s needs,, he puts it up like usual heh

and ofc my dude enjoyed every attention he got

he’s winking left to right at any passersby who look at his direction

making that person simp for him

tendou tingz ✨ 

anywho

he loves seeing his fling walk awkwardly after the cute lil activity they did the night before

but the downside to being his fling, after your quick heaven, he ghosts on you

💀💀💀

you might be wondering what do i mean by he’s the shameless fuckboy right?? well,,,,,

lets say he sees his ex fling out in the open, he’d shout shit like

“AYO BABYGIRL HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? BEEN A WHILE SINCE OUR LAST FUCK” 

embarrassing not only himself but the fling in general

but ppl think hes joking cs he lets out a loud ass laugh after saying that almost as if hes joking

which in his case.. he’s not 🤡

hes so shameless that he’d fuck with his flings in his dorm room that he shares with ushijima wakatoshi himself 

tendou has the top bunk so they fuck up there while ushjima has his earphones on full blast watching volleyball matches on his phone, completely ignoring the squeaking and shaking bed jesus christ

please send help to ushiwaka 2020

there are some days where tendou just feels,,, empty inside

despite having a line of fangirls wanting him

but he knows they just want him for his body and not who truly is

so when days like that ^^ happens, he just stays quiet and close off everyone around him

(also keeps his hair up lol)

anyway

during his emo days, you just somehow miraculously tripped over your own feet

in front of him

but thanks to tendou’s fast reflexes he caught your arm just in time before you kiss the cold hard floor

it took a big fat minute for you two to understand what was going on

tendou snaps out of his lil trance and helps you get back on your feet

“you okay there?” he would ask, his eyes filled with concern

by now you’ve realized what happened and you were now blushing to no ends

“uhh.. yeah thanks!” you blushed, rushing away from him and yet you almost trip over yourself AGAIN but this time you caught yourself 

tendou watches you walk away from him with a small smile

“she’s cute...” he thinks to himself before going back to his sulky mode 

the next day rolls in and he’s no longer in his emo mode so he’s back to being his fuckboy ass self

though the interaction with you is still lingering in the back of his head

so there he was,, minding his own business ya know the drill 

winking and flirting with anyone and anything 

yk fuckboy things

til you tapped his shoulder

he swirls around his chair to offer a smirk but a small gasp escaped from his mouth instead

its you !!! 

ok ngl this dude’s mood just went through the roof he’s so happy to see you again and the fact you reached out to him 

“i kinda feel bad for you know.. you witnessing me trip over my own feet and you kinda helped me and now i feel even more bad so can i buy you something from the cafe downstairs as a form of a thank you..?” you say, fiddling with your hands

which tendou noticed btw 

“so like a date?” tendou jokes 

was it getting hot in the classroom or was that just your face burning in embarrassment

“ah! n-no! of course not” you waved your hands around (see: midoriya)

tendou lets out a grin, “i’m kidding and sure. let’s just eat lunch together” he smiles 

lunch time rolls in and you and tendou walk inside the cafe the school had together

you were kinda skittish cs people were staring at you like some sort of prey

to which he tells you its because of him 

“it’s because of me haha sorry bout that” he giggles, ordering himself a latte and whatever you order

you knew about his reputation

that was mainly the reason why you ran away from him the day you tripped over your own feet but he caught you

but surprisingly he’s actually a really nice person !

he’s got that quirky personality with amazing humor that gets you laughing at anything he says

and he reads mangas too!!

though you only read my hero academia and bungo stray dogs,, you two still got along because of that

“who’s your favorite character in my hero?” he asks, his eyes sparkling

“definitely bakugo for sure” you say in awe, dreamily thinking about bakugo 

“i like the protagonist! deku is that bitch”  he shares, staring at you in the eyes

“what about in stray dogs?” this time it was your turn to ask

“hmm...” he thinks for a moment, “akutagawa” he answers

“holy shit same! but i like dazai too” 

in the end you two skipped classes and just stayed in the cafe til it was dark out either talking about mangas or just getting to know each other

this also means he walked you back to your dorm

“this is me.. hehe” you giggled, scratching the back of your head sheepishly as you two stop at the girls dormitory building

“see you around y/n-chan~ goodnight” tendou waves as he walks back to his dorm

after that tendou’s fuckboy habits have noticeably decreased

he barely talks or entertains his flings or girls who are after him in general

and his eyes and his overall demeanour would lighten up if he sees you or he talks to you

it was actually really sweet

“so no new chick on your radar these past few weeks?” you ask as you stared at him while eating your pasta

tendou sighs dreamily, “yep” he says popping the ‘p’ at the end

“that’s strange. aren’t you in your eye candy form right now?” you raised a brow, ruffling his already messy hair 

“i mean.. yeah i am in eye candy form” he winks making you giggle

his favorite sound

you resumed eating your pasta and tendou does the same til suddenly this bitch starts making beeping noises

“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” tendou beeps(?)

“what the fuck satori” you laughed out loud, almost choking on your food

“my chick radar detected a chick!” he exclaims, pointing his fingers around as if it’s pinpointing the target

then his finger stops at you

you turned around in case there was someone behind you til you realized it was only the two of you in the cafe

(you two skipped classes again)

“me?” you point to yourself in shock

“no i meant the ghost behind you. what’s up casper?” he says with the most deadpan expression, “of course it’s you!” 

“you’re really cute and i like being around you” he shyly confessed, ruffling his hair as force of habit when he’s nervous

you stared at him in shock, still not processing his confession

tendou takes a peek at your shocked expression on the corner of his eye, “its okay if you don’t feel the same i was just sayi-”

you shut him up by giving him a kiss on the cheek

“lucky for you, i like you too” you blushed

“you do?!” now it was his turn to be shocked

“no” you blep at him making him laugh

“didn’t think you’d take revenge on me you meanie” he pouts, tucking your hair behind your ear as you smile widely at your new boyfriend

[ohmightydevviepuu]

the part of a swan / chapter three

It should be clear that Emma did not, by any means, regret her ruination. She did not miss the person she had been before that night; the eager, naive girl, brought up always to behave a certain way, to speak softly, to do as she was bidden, to be what she was told.

Emma no longer believed in allowing people to tell her who she could be.

But Killian Jones is not concerned with who she was–he’s interested in who she is.

And he might be the only one smart enough to uncover the truth.

Written for CS Historical Fic 2021 @cshistfic

AO3 chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

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Killian’s hands fell to her waist, pulling her closer, one leg into hers, the red skirts now swirling around both of them; her hand came to the nape of his neck and he felt her fingers threading into his hair.  She pushed him, taking the kiss deeper, stroking long and soft and he followed her movements; his hand brushed her side in a long caress, his thumb tracing the edge of her neckline and what lay underneath the fabric.  It felt natural, allowing her the lead, giving in to her just as she gave in to him.  He’d never felt so well-matched in his life.

The thought was hardly formed before the moment shattered and he froze as the realization rippled through him, uncomfortable and unshakable and certain.  

And yet, he was shaking.

“Amelia?”

The voice was a faraway echo as Killian remembered where he was; when, and with whom.  

Emma pulled away.  “A moment, Robin,” she said, straightening a curl of the dark wig with maddening calm.

Later, he would wonder at her casual use of Lord Locksley’s name.  For now, Killian’s heart was beating so hard in his chest it threatened to burst.  “Get out.”

It was more of a snarl than a request, but Locksley was unmoved as he stood in front of the opened curtain, the bright world of the hell spilling once more into their darkened alcove and forcing Killian to blink.  

“There was some concern about your safety,” Locksley said calmly.  “That you were manhandled.  I see that these reports were not inaccurate.”

Emma smiled—a bright, fake thing that Killian already hated.  “I’m fine,” she said.  “As you see.  A moment, please?”  Her eyebrow raised as she repeated her request and Locksley did as he was told.  Deliberately, Emma moved to pull the curtain closed once more, but it did nothing to hold at bay the world outside.  Its intrusion was complete—the moment long gone.  

But still he knew with a certainty that startled him—he could never betray her secrets.

So did she; he could see it in her eyes.  “Bloody hell,” he whispered.  “My lady—”

“Do not call me that.”  

Her tone of voice left no doubt that she felt herself in charge and Killian needed to regain the upper hand.  His laugh was humorless when he pushed back:  “What should I call you?  Amelia?”

“I am not sure that you should call me anything, Jones.”

They faced each other in the dim light.  He swallowed.  “‘Killian’ will do.”  He reached for her arm.  “We are, after all, together in this.  Bound by word and deed.”

She sidestepped him easily.  “That will not happen again.”

As easily as she read him, he could read her.  He sensed her anger and frustration mixed up with his, as much as her arousal.  Well matched, indeed.

Killian exhaled.  “As you wish.  But, Emma, you need my assistance.  Your son needs what I have to offer.”

“Why the earl?  Why now?  What do you know?”

He shook his head.  “You have your secrets, my—Emma.  I have mine.”

“You have both of ours, Jones.”  Strangely, she fingered the chain at her neck when she spoke.  “Tit for tat.”

“Gold steals from the exchequer.”  That much, Killian knew to be true; moreover, none of those secrets touched upon his own.

Emma laughed.  “He, and every councillor to every monarch since Time began.”

“Not like Robert Gold does.”

“To what end?”  Her eyes lit up with interest.

“That remains to be seen,” Killian said.

“I think you already have seen,” Emma said.  “You strike me as a very perceptive man, Killian Jones.  I think you’ve seen many things.  I think you are capable of manipulating any situation to suit yourself—and I think Lord Boyle is standing in your way.”

“The question is,” he prevaricated, “if you believe I am capable of manipulating this situation to suit you.  Emma.  You might save yourself in here, or on the floor.”  He gestured.  “But what about out there?  Who will save you from them?  From the haute ton?  Who will save your son?  You want to be married—well, I want information.  I think, in this, we might make a good team, both of us properly motivated.  Tit for tat.”

“I don’t want to be married,” Emma said.  “I need it.”

That last was barely a whisper and Killian ignored it.  Pressed forward.  “Do we have an agreement?”

Her green eyes glittered.  “I will take this to Swan. Killian—” He raised an eyebrow “—this can never happen again.”  It took him a moment to understand until Emma’s eyes strayed to his lips and he lifted his hand, instinctively, his fingers brushing his mouth.  He could still taste her there.

Clearly she was as unsettled as he, if she was repeating herself—but there was nothing of it in her demeanor, in the tone of her voice.  She was all seriousness.

“Wait for me to leave, and then follow.  You will hear from Swan.”  Emma gave him no chance to answer before she pulled the curtain open once more.  The fake smile was fixed in place and one hand rested on her hip as she strode out into the hell.

She did not look back.

—

Emma closed the door behind her and locked it, letting the key fall as she adjusted the chain around her neck.  It clicked against the ornament she wore there, her only artifact of Henry’s father.

A reminder—of how far she had come.  Of everything she had left behind.

And, tonight, of how far she still had to go.

The apartment was high above the club and behind half a dozen locked doors and she walked softly through it, as quietly as she could, until she saw the light of several blazing candles spilling through a door that had not been closed all the way.

“Why are you still awake?”

Henry’s smile was sleepy and brilliant.  “I was waiting up for you.”

Emma laughed.  “A likely story.”  She glanced at the book in her son’s lap:  Tales and Stories of Times Past with Morals: Tales of Mother Goose.  “You stayed up too late reading?”

“I’m sorry, Mama.  Every time I finish one story, I want to read another.”

Emma bit back a smile.  “You, my special boy, are what is referred to as ‘precocious’.  Go to sleep.  I promise to read you a tale tomorrow.”  She smoothed the linen coverlet over Henry’s shoulders and bent to kiss his forehead.

“Was the party fun, Mama?”

Emma hesitated.  She had loved the dances she had gone to when she was younger—could still remember the dress she had worn to her first ball, which dances she had danced and with whom.  The way her heart had raced and blood flushed her cheeks when she’d met—

Neal.

“Mama?” Henry’s voice was broken by a yawn.

“It was a very interesting party,” Emma said.  “Now sleep.”

“Good night, mama.”

Emma stood and left the room, closing the door fully behind her, and kept walking. Down another hallway, through another locked door.  

Locksley waited for her in the office, flanked by Will Scarlet while Anton watched them.

“I worry so when he is here,” she said, more to herself than to them.

“Then why bring him?”

“Scarlet.”  Lord Locksley rarely spoke sharply but when he did, he cut hard.  Will shrank back and looked away.

Emma didn’t answer but she did step forward, deliberately, to pull Will’s attention back to her.  “Thank you again, Will, for your assistance this evening.  It was much appreciated.”

“’Twas nothing, ma’am,” he said.

“Are you all right?” Robin asked.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, Robin,” Emma said.  “I know what I am about.  Don’t I, Anton?”

Anton grunted.  “Shoulda hit him, like I taught you.  Right hook.”  He mimed a jab and Emma smiled.  Anton was once one of London’s winningest underground bare-knuckle boxers���before.

Emma was not the only one in this room with a past.  Or a mission.

Her brother had helped her find these men.  David Nolan, the Duke of Dorset, loved his sister. He had vowed to avenger her, to destroy the man who had ruined her, had despaired when Emma had refused to name him.  He was willing to do anything she asked.

And more than that, he’d owed her.

She’d given him the freedom to break an engagement, to marry instead the woman he loved.  His scandal, after all, was nothing to hers.

David, in turn, had given her something even more valuable:  A future.

She didn’t regret choosing that future over her past, but Henry deserved to have memories, too.  Of friends, of dances, of triumphs and fancies.  He deserved a life, a full life, with everything Society had to offer.

He deserved light, instead of sin and vice and darkness.

Killian Jones could not be allowed to jeopardize that.

But first things first.

“What do we know about the Earl of Glasgow?”

“Rich,” Robin said promptly; Emma knew the very rich were always a topic of special interest to Lord Locksley.  “Well-connected, including to the Prince Regent.  Married for the second time recently, to a younger woman.  Bit of a bluestocking.  Daughter of a minor baronet with major land holdings.”

“Lovely woman,” Scarlet interjected.  “A real beauty, she is.  Too bad about her beast of a husband.”

“For the second time?” Emma said.  “What happened to the first wife?”

Scarlet shrugged.  “She died.  Left him, they say.  Ran off, and died.”

"What else do they say?"

“Why do you ask?” Locksley said.  “You know there is no file on Lord Boyle.  He has never even been approached.”

She did know.  “Tell me about Killian Jones.”

“Ah.”  Locksley smiled.  “Not a bad choice.”

“For whom?”  Emma could not keep the surprise from her voice.

“For you,” Locksley said, with a glance at Scarlet, who was struggling to hide a grin.   “He hasn’t a title,” Emma snapped.

Locksley continued as if she had not spoken.  “A match for you in power.  Wealthy in his own right, brilliant and—motivated.”  

There was that word again.

“In what way?”

Scarlet hesitated and glanced at Locksley before he spoke.  “I couldn’t say, ma’am.  He’s right quiet about his past.  But he’s seen a thing or two, and—”  

“He has a daughter,” Locksley said, his voice low and serious.  Every syllable striking home like one of Anton’s prize-winning punches as Emma started pacing.  Thinking.  Remembering the darkness in his eyes as he’d mentioned Lord Boyle—always by name, never by title.

“The wife,” Emma said.  “We’ll invite her to the ladies’ side.  That could be our way in.”  For as many years as The Swan had stood, there had been an even more secret, more exclusive club that operated beneath everyones’ noses and notice.  A ladies’ club, with no name, never discussed.

A sanctuary.

“For Killian Jones?”  Robin asked.  Reluctantly, Emma nodded.  “If he wants Lord Boyle, there is good reason.  He is like us, Emma, and has been so much a friend in our cause.  You can trust him.”

“He would not have seen you hurt on the floor tonight, ma’am,” Will said.  “Not you or anyone.  Believes in ‘good form’, he does.”

“And yet threatened me tonight,” Emma said, watching Anton tense, his knuckles crack.  “With exposure.  That is hardly ‘good form’.”

“He recognized you?” 

Ignoring the edge in the question, Emma nodded.

“But did he mean it?” Locksley’s question, his expression, was knowing.  Emma wondered what he had seen when he’d pulled that curtain.

Emma had spent years working with the worst of humanity.  She knew them, good and bad, and a day ago she might have agreed with Locksley; that he was right, and Killian Jones was to be trusted.  They’d worked together for years, as broker and client, as Swan and Jones.  Together, they had taken on Society.

That was before he’d pushed her.  Before he’d seen her.

“Emma?”

“No,” Emma said.  “He did not mean it.”

Before she’d kissed him, been drawn to him as she had been only once before, to one other.  One to whom she had given herself, and her heart, and her hope, only to see it all shatter into pieces.  She had given Neal everything and he had taken it without question, leaving Emma with nothing to give to anyone, ever again.

Not even if she wanted to.

There was only Henry.

“I have a goal,” Emma said.  “Killian Jones has agreed to aid me in its pursuit—at great cost, I might add.”  She looked at Will, at Robin.“The stakes are too high for trust.  I cannot take the chance that you—that I—am wrong about him.”

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THE IMMINENCE OF GRAY,

↳ a w.i.p introduction by xiyais.

When they find her, Everly is standing with a manic smile on her face and a knife in her gut. They look over at Jiva and throw their head back laughing. “Up for a game of chess, mate?”

INFO.

genres: urban fantasy, mystery, young-adult, romance, fiction.

class: standalone (possible duology).

perspectives: multi (third-person limited).

status: outlining.

triggers: blood, gore, murder, panic and anxiety attacks, violence, manipulation, emotional abuse. (tbu)

featuring: mutual pining, morally gray characters, symbolism, found family, death, secrets, pansexuals, she/theys, coc, ballrooms, love in all its forms.

SUMMARY.

It is spring of 1897, and London is crawling with dreams and dreamers alike. Rumours swirl in hushed voices about shadows grinning in the dark, voices cooing in heads, and people disappearing in the rain — tones seeming, for now, more fascinated than terrified.

Under the shelter of rain, the subjects of these rumours crow on in a motley of languages about anything and everything burying the fear of getting caught deep inside. Their heads pound with hangovers and the persistent babbles of minds begging to be let in. Some find themselves bending to the madness, others flurry about until the night has come and the voices are unable to reach them. But the peace lasts only as long as the night does and the Imminence of Gray may fail to protect them still.

Somewhere beyond the reaches of the rumor mill, there is a child with a fascination for secrets. Whether they are tiny white lies, or those that turn one’s life upside down, she wants to know them. However, having spent their whole life collecting and writing about secrets, they are wary to reveal their own. Which is why they never tell anyone of their dreams. Or the man that came to visit her. Or how they went with the man. Or about the voice in her head. The thing about secrets though, is that they have a way of getting out.

When the dreamers start becoming hunted, Everly finds themselves in possession of a secret that could result in the downfall of the Imminence. With her dreams becoming sporadic, and a thousand enemies at her heel, the whispers of the voice are becoming harder and harder to ignore, because now it is not asking to be let in; it's asking to be set free.

CHARACTERS.

Everly Agards: she/they. nineteen. enfj. tag. page. (cs) docs. (cs) ↳ The worst thing about knowing everyone’s secrets, in Everly’s opinion, is that you will one day hear something you do not want to. When Everly finds themselves in the Imminence, they are astounded by everything there: the sights, the sounds, and of course: the magic. She can tell that the Imminence holds many secrets, and vows to find them all. After finding out its biggest secret, however, Everly is no longer interested in the adventures. Now, they simply want out. 

Nydia Tillery: she/her. enfp. eighteen. tag. page. (cs) docs. (cs) ↳ Coaxing voices in her head have always been normal in Nydia’s life. They first came in the form of her parents: Do the dishes, dear. Don’t lay the clothes out like that, dear. Stop crying, dear. It’ll be alright, dear. Then her sister took over. Then her best friend. Then it was her own voice. And then, a stranger. With the stranger’s voice also came a little red string and a huge community of others like her ─ both of which she has become attached to during these past six years. She is, justifiably, not happy when someone saunters in with the power to bring it all down. No matter how pretty they are. 

Elliot Ito: he/they. eighteen. estp. tag. page. (cs) docs. (cs) ↳ Elliot Ito has forever lived in the Imminence. Even during his early years, when his abilities had not quite developed, he often found himself within the dark gray walls, counting down the days until they got to join in on the fun. Despite having started their explorations early, Elliot learns that there are thousands of things they do not know about the Imminence. They intend to find out every single one of them. 

TAGLIST. 

@ortolon | @kalliopeian | @lihaaz | @scarlett-dragna | @hennawar | @vaelinor | @chuchoters | @agnosthesias ↳ ask to be added/removed.