#delayed gratification who? I hardly know her…

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I am so torn between desperately wanting to look at all the cool/beautiful TMA fan art out there, and knowing the more I do so the more likely I am to be spoiled. It is the marshmallow expriment and I am failing…

[hb-writes]

Just Because You Can Doesn’t Mean You Should

Summary: After a few rainy days stuck inside during spring break, the whole Cullen clan is feeling restless and resort to pranking to pass the time.

Featuring: Emmett Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, and Mia Cullen

-- It had rained for fifteen days straight in Forks, a parade of stubborn drizzles followed by steady downpours and carrying over into the week-long spring break. Mia didn't usually mind the rain, quite used to it giving her something to watch out the window when she didn't care for a teacher's lesson or the drops of it falling against her window and lulling her to sleep at night.

She usually enjoyed the impromptu breaks her family took from school, too, more than happy to roam the woods or sit out in the sun with a book while Forks High School held the impression that Dr. and Mrs. Cullen had pulled the kids out of school for some outdoor activity. But being stuck inside while the school was closed for an endlessly rainy break had Mia feeling a little restless.

It had taken her only a day to finish her pending assignments, and just one more to completely rearrange her bedroom. She had actually grown tired of staring at things, her eyes fatigued by and bored with her laptop screen, books, and the view out her window. And she had grown tired of her siblings too, bored of their usual indoor pursuits and routines.

By day three, Mia had strayed to playing innocent pranks to pass the time—moving her siblings' things when they left the room and making failed attempts to sneak up on all of them, but most specifically Emmett, who'd first made a game of scaring her, wrapping the whole family up in it so that Mia could hardly go an hour without being snuck up on.

Because of that, her pride and joy in regards to the pranks had been the alterations she made to Emmett's jeep, a prank she entered into knowing it would likely be an act of delayed gratification, not like the hiding of frequently needed items or the botched pop up scares. Emmett had no need to take a vehicle out any time soon. If he was going anywhere, he was more likely to run, and once school was back in session, they would be more likely to take Edward's car. Mia knew she could be waiting weeks for any sort of acknowledgement.

She was willing to wait though, the mere recollection of all she had done sufficient enough to get her through Emmett continuing to scare her over and over. She’d done a few things to his jeep, easy stuff like rearranging the mirrors and seats, and adjusting the radio volume to its maximum, and changing the station to the local one that favored heavy metal. But all of that was mostly a distraction because Mia was far more proud of the collection of nuts and bolts in tin cans duct-taped under his seats and inside the spare tire set on the back to the jeep. The whole vehicle would be rattling if he hit a bump or tapped the break, two things she assumed Emmett would encounter before even making it out of the driveway. 

Mia wasn’t usually one for such targeted and premeditated pranks, but Emmett had made a sport of scaring Mia over their week of near-confinement, and she felt he deserved something beyond the standard prank. So when the opportunity arose, with her siblings out for a hunt, her father at the hospital, and her mother occupied with some project in her studio, Mia took her opportunity. 

She knew Emmett would discover the rattle was no more than a prank after he asked Rose to take a look at it, but she still giggled to herself imagining what would happen when he finally brought himself to ask for Rose’s help and then she laughed once again imagining the look on Rose’s face as she held up one of the offending cans. Emmett was clueless when it came to cars. Completely clueless.

But she had only had to wait a few days because Rose had decided she wanted to go on a date, and Emmett insisted on driving, insisted on getting dressed up, and settling himself down on the couch beside Mia while he waited for Rose to finish getting ready.

Had Mia realized they would be taking Emmett's vehicle, she wouldn't have stayed in such a vulnerable position, lounging there on the couch. She would have put some more distance between herself and her siblings, and a locked door, perhaps. She would have prepared herself a bit better to feign ignorance.

But as she had been caught off guard, she hadn't been prepared to fight when Rose stomped back through the front door with Emmett following in her wake. Rose had barely spared her a glance, the can rattling in her hand as she continued straight up the stairs.

And though it all clicked very suddenly that she was about to be told on, Mia couldn't scramble fast enough because it seemed to happen too quickly that Emmett had plucked her off the couch and was placing her down in Carlisle's office, less than two steps away from a seething Rose.

To Rose's dismay, there hadn't been any true repercussions for the prank aside from Carlisle's request that Mia issue a genuine apology and an acknowledgment that cars were not something to be messed with. Mia had laid low for a few days anyhow, avoiding Emmett and Rose, and even her father, to the best of her ability, which was why Mia had settled in for a day of self-care, feeling she’d earned an afternoon of soothing teas and good music and moisturizing skincare and nail painting after all of the effort put into pranking and the hassle of being found out. 

With the rain and the music and her own voice filling her ears, Mia didn’t hear Emmett push her door open or tread across her bedroom floor. Had he been a human of his proportions, he’d not be able to sneak up on her, but as it was, Emmett was stealthy whenever he wished to be, able to take unassuming and delicate steps despite his size. 

“Boo.”

The word was barely above a whisper and Mia stumbled and let out a scream, startled just as much by the hushed remark as she was by the quick rush of breath near her ear and the hands that grasped her before she fell. 

“EMMETT!” she shouted, pushing at his hold and groaning once he settled her back on her feet. 

He reached over to turn down the music, laughing. ��You’re too easy, kid.”

“And you’re a stupid jerk,” Mia ground out, shoving against his solid chest with all her might only for him to stand there unaffected, chest puffed out and smiling down at her. “You scared me!”

“Same here,” he said, gesturing towards the green clay mask on her face. “Got a bit of a Wicked Witch of the West thing going on there.” 

Mia’s rolled her eyes. “Actually, I was channeling my idiot older brother.”

“Ah, so Yoda, then?” Emmett smirked. “What an honor.” 

“Hulk,” she offered. “You know, the incomprehensible behemoth with no self-control?”

Mia stepped away from him, heading towards the bathroom to rinse her face and Emmett appeared before her once again, another scream coming from her lips. 

“Stop doing that!” 

“I’m sure you’ve done something to earn it,” he answered, “just haven’t figured out what yet.”

“I’ve been up here all day, Em.” 

“Yeah, and unfortunately your voice carries. Sounds like you’re drowning cats up here.” Emmett turned to glance in the open bathroom door and Mia smacked him on the arm. 

“I’m going to tell Dad if—” 

“Speaking of Carlisle, he wants to see you.” 

“Why?”

Emmett shrugged. “I’m just the messenger, but you might want to clean that off and drop the Oscar the Grouch act before you go down there.” 

Mia clenched her fist. If it would have done anything, she might’ve hit him, wiping that smug little grin off his face entirely, but she knew it wouldn’t, so she took a deep breath instead, releasing her fist and smiling instead.

“You mind giving me a minute, then?” 

“Wait for wicked sister grouch, the Yoda Hulk brother will,” Emmett answered.

Mia took another deep breath, waiting a moment to see if he was serious, rolling her eyes as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the door frame.

“I don’t need you to wait. I can remember how to get myself downstairs,” she said, but Emmett didn’t budge so she moved to the sink. 

She took her time with rinsing and moisturizing and didn’t utter a word to Emmett as she tried to step past him, but his hand caught her chin, though his palm and fingers spanned the whole bottom half of her face really, and the whole maneuver stopped her from moving entirely with little effort on Emmett’s part. 

“So soft now, your skin is.”

“Emmeh, lemme go!” Mia shouted, her words muffled as her cheeks remained squished between his fingers. “Yur nod fummy.” 

Emmett laughed, dropping his hold and holding a guiding hand out in front of them. “Fine, grouch. Go ahead, then.” 

“I will.” Mia massaged her jaw as she took the stairs nearly two at a time. “And I’m going to tell Dad you’re being an assh—” 

Mia’s mouth closed as she took a step off the stairs, rounding the corner, nearly knocking into her father.

Carlisle caught her arm as she stumbled and Mia briefly checked his face for any sign he intended to reprimand her for the word choice, but her eyes were instead pulled to the mess of tin cans on the table.

"What's��"

"All of this?" Carlisle asked as Mia wormed her way out of his hold. "I was hoping you might be able to tell us."

Her eyes flicked back and forth between the cans, her father, and her brother, who had taken a seat at the counter.

"I've been up in my room all day. I don't even know what 'this' is."

Emmett put his feet up on the stool beside him. "You're busted, kid. Might as well give up the act."

"I'm not busted because I didn't do anything.”

"Well, the fourteen tin cans found in the cars would say otherwise," Carlisle answered. "I thought we were in agreement that there would be no more pranks played, especially where the cars are involved?"

Mia’s mouth fell open a bit before she gulped. "But I didn't—"

Carlisle held up the can that certainly had been Mia's doing, a neat 'With love, Mia,' painted out on the side of the can with nail polish.

"You did this?"

Mia couldn't find the words, but she finally nodded. "But I didn't—"

Carlisle held up another tin can, a nearly identical message written out on the side with the very same shade of pink and Mia stepped forward, pulling the can from his grasp to study it closer.

"Dad, I didn't do this," she answered, "Emmett must've…he must be—"

"I must be what?"

Mia jumped at her brother's closeness and she smacked his shoulder as a reflex. "Stop doing that!” she said before turning back to Carlisle. “Dad, tell him to stop scaring me."

Carlisle sighed. "Amelia, I thought we were on the same page after our discussion. You agreed to stop with the pranks, but since our discussion doesn’t seem to have been enough—"

"Dad, I didn't do this," she answered. "I—"

"What about this?"

Mia let out a rushed exhale, a nervous laugh coming at the end of it. She had forgotten about the photo she'd replaced days ago, switching out one of her father and her as a baby to that of her father holding a potato wrapped in cream-colored blankets.

"I did that ages ago. It was before we talked."

"Aw, come on, Mia. You don't think we're that stupid, do you?" Emmett asked.

Mia turned from her father to her brother. "I think you are."

She shrieked as Emmett twirled her around, wrapping one arm across her chest as he held her against his front, using his free hand to clamp down over her mouth.

"Alright, I think we've heard enough of her lip, Carlisle. It's time for sentencing. Fearless leader, do your worst."

Mia knew her father would never do his worst. She wasn’t even aware of what Carlisle Cullen’s worst entailed, having never seen him more than slightly aggrieved, but she thrashed against her brother’s hold anyhow, prying at his hands until he caught her arms, and then she kicked at his shins, but Emmett easily sidestepped her attempts.

Mia yelled her brother’s name, the sound muffled into his palm before she bit down. It didn’t hurt him, more of a shock that she’d even done it, than anything. She'd gone through a short-lived biting phase around three or four, but they’d been incident free since then.

Emmett smirked. “Are you sure you want to challenge me to a biting war, kid?”

Carlisle cleared his throat. “I think a more appropriate punishment would be for Amelia to clean and detail the cars.” 

She groaned, her efforts to get out of Emmett’s hold renewed, if only because she wanted to voice her protest. 

“And dust every picture frame in the house,” Carlisle continued as Emmett finally uncovered her mouth.

“But that’s going to take forever and I—”

“I suspect it will keep you busy for the remainder of your break and provide you with plenty of time to think about your behavior,” Carlisle said. “And you’re grounded...three weeks.” 

“You’ve got to be joking,” Mia groaned, “Dad, I didn’t even do this! I—”

Mia felt Emmett shaking with silent laughter before she noticed the mischievous glint in her father’s eye, the slightest of smiles coming to his face. 

“You actually are joking, aren’t you?” 

Carlisle shrugged. “Emmett and I thought you could benefit from a little dose of your own medicine, Mia.”

Mia sighed. “So I don’t have to do any of what you said, then?”

Emmett lifted her over his shoulder, moving steadily towards the door.. “You’re still helping me wash the jeep, kid. Need to teach you the importance of not messing with my things.” 

“But it’s pouring out—Dad! Help!”

Carlisle stepped forward, beating them to the door.

“Thank yo—” Mia started.

He pulled his daughter’s rain jacket off the hook, handing it to Emmett. “We wouldn’t want your sister getting sick,” he said. “And let me get that for you.” 

Carlisle opened the door, an eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his face as Emmett carried her through. 

“Have fun, sweetheart.” 

--

Twilight Masterlist

[castillo-adrian]

A Rainy Day in Paris | Part 1.

Note: Timeline isn’t linear, make sure to take a note of the dates. ♥

December 23rd.  Morning

“We’ve waited six years for this,” the excited snarl was followed by the sound of the fist colliding with Adrian’s cheekbones. “Personally? Me, I’m all for delayed gratification.”

He felt the taste of iron and salt in his mouth. The man in a collared shirt and khakis who delivered the blow was Philippe, and behind him stood three others: Cédric, Agnès and Samir. All of them former GIGN operatives, all of them currently employed by the St. Clair Organization as enforcers and assassins.

Once upon a time, they’d fought literal wars together. Not the mob kind – the real kind.

Now, they were going to kill him.

December 22nd. Late afternoon.

“A friend of mine will be waiting for you in Porto. You can trust him. He’ll drive you to doctor’s appointments and check up on you until Sophia flies out there, too.”

His mother was inconsolable, refusing to leave London, refusing to face the reality of the situation – in order for her daughter to be saved, his son had to give up his life. Perhaps it was merciful that Sophie’s choice wasn’t hers to make – there was no version of the reality where Adrian let his sister suffer for his decisions.

“Mom, I promise, I’ll bring her back.”

His words fell on deaf ears. Mother Castillo sat in the corner, hands clasped around a rosary, praying to the Mother to save both of her children. Tears streamed down her wrinkled face that had still retained its beauty though all the hardships and years she’s been through.

Adrian tossed a few things in his overnight bag, but he knew the only thing he’d make use of would be his passport. He wouldn’t be needing the rest for much longer. “It’s time to go to the airport, mom. We don’t have much time. My plane has to be in Paris at 8.”

He spent the entirety of the car ride giving her last-minute instructions, making sure she’d have everything she needed after he was gone. A part of him wished he had time to say a few goodbyes, but he didn’t want to ruin anyone’s upcoming Christmas, and time wasn’t on his side.

Except Johnathan, whom he filled in with a quick phone call. The man had offered help, but there was nothing to be done. The instructions were clear – Adrian had to go alone, or else his sister would suffer.

"Alright ma, the plane’s leaving soon.” He hugged his mother as they stood in the middle of the Heathrow Airport. Pain stabbed at his heart to be the reason of those tears on her face, for making her say goodbye. Perhaps he should’ve left without saying anything that put her through this agony. What was more cruel? Who could tell.

“Here,” she put the Notre Dame medallion over his neck. “She’ll protect you, son.”

Adrian kissed her on the forehead as his eyes traveled to the information board at the nearest gate that read “PARIS (CDG), boarding”.

December 19th. Evening.

When his sister, Sophia first mentioned her upcoming trip to Paris, Adrian begged her to reconsider. Knowing how badly his former friends wanted him dead, especially after the events of last year, there was no doubt the loyalists would be on a lookout if he or his loved ones ever laid a foot in Paris.

He’d tried to explain it to Sophia, but she wouldn’t hear it.

“Do you know just how much I’ve sacrificed, Adrian? Ever since your former friends found out you’re alive, I haven’t been able to go home. Not even once. I had a life there. Friends.”

“I know. I know. But it’s too risky, Sophia. You don’t know what they’re capable –”

“No, you don’t know how important this invitation is. You have no idea how many scientists would kill to be part of this research, how much hard work I’ve poured into getting to where I am. I won’t let your murderer friends get in the way of my career –” Sophia’s voice rose with every next word.

“Your brother is the reason you have a career,” their mother, who had listened in silence up until now interrupted. “You would’ve never been able to afford your 12-year-long education if he hadn’t supported us, and you know it.”

“I’ve never asked for his blood money and I wish for once, for once,  you’d pick my side over his,” Sophia threw the dish cloth on the table and stormed out of the room, frustrated. A minute or a few of angrily packing her suitcase, she barged in back again. “I refuse to pause my life because you’re the most hated man in France.”

“For god’s sake, Sophia. Being a leading scientist at NodThera and living in London is hardly pausing your career...” Adrian groaned, his patience started to thin.

“It’s not about that, Adrian. The research they’re doing at Sorbonne, it’s groundbreaking, I could only get a chance like this once. Why am I even explaining this to you,” she checked her passport and put on the coat, her right foot already in the hallway. “I’ll be fine, it’s just a few months.” The door behind her closed with a thud.

Maybe she was right. Maybe she would be fine. Maybe no one would notice a Castillo had arrived in Paris, or if they did, they wouldn’t do anything about it because that wasn’t the Castillo they had been after.

December 22nd, Early morning.

The second Adrian heard his phone ring, he knew something was terribly wrong, and the unknown number with a France country code made his worst nightmares turn into a reality.

Person on the other end of the call was Cédric. They had his sister, and if he didn’t come to Paris by the end of the day, alone, the only research she’d be good for would be her own autopsy.

There would be no outrunning this one. He had to face his fate, and accept the inevitable.

December 22nd, Evening.

Nostalgia itself had a utopian dimension, one that wasn’t directed toward the future nor the past, but rather sideways. Adrian hadn’t sat in a foot in Paris in six years, hadn’t seen the streets he used to call home, a city he had loved. The country he dedicated his life to serve had become a forbidden Eden he was no longer allowed to enter.

Adrian had been cast out for his sins, and the prodigal son’s return was not welcome. Still, if he had to die today, at least he’d be dying in one place he loved above all – Paris.

The address he’d gotten was somewhere near Gare du Nord, 30-minute-drive from the Charles De Gaulle airport, but he’d asked the driver to take the longer route and go through the 9th arrondissement. One last look...

As the car sped through familiar streets, leaving the familiar landmarks in the rearview mirror one by one, Paris felt strangely foreign, with foreign sounds, with foreign people and no hiding place. A sad realisation hit him all of a sudden – he’d always love Paris, but they’d grown from lovers into strangers.

The destination soon appeared, centuries-old railway station rearing its head menacingly in the distace. He could hear the faint sounds of Vive le Vent coming from somewhere, muddy streets littered with Christmas decorations. Looked like there would be no white Christmas in Paris this year, just rain. Lots, and lots of rain. The streets around the Paris-North were as busy as he left them, people running around with a dash of holiday spirit sparkled on everything. Life would go on, and Adrian was nothing but a disappearing shadow in the city of lights.

He entered a derelict building north the station as instructed. He clocked Sophia right away. Chained to a chair, sweat and tears dripping down her face, scared and terrified. His fault.

“I’m here. Alone. Now let her go,” Adrian addressed the group, hoping Sophia wouldn’t have to be there a minute longer. He raised his hands and took off the jacket. “No guns, no back-up.” They may have been criminals and murderers, but they were military operatives once, too. They still had some moral code, and as expected once they saw Adrian, they cut her loose.

Sophia ran to her brother’s arms. “It’s alright, it’s alright,” he hugged her, probably for the last time, “You’ll be okay. Mom’s on her way to Porto, you should fly there right away.”

“I’m sorry, Adrian,” her voice was shaking, she could barely make her words sound audible, “I’ll call the cops, I’ll-I’ll get the help, I –”

“Just go, Sophia. Tell mom I’m sorry,” he let her go and watched as she neared the door reluctantly, but knowing there was nothing to be done.

His eyes were still fixed on his sister when suddenly lights went out and a blunt object hit his head with full force, knocking him out.

December 23rd. Early Morning.

“Wake up, putain,” the icy water and Cédric’s voice jolted him back to consciousness with equal intensity.

“You’re fucking dead, Castillo,” Philippe put a knife to his throat, he could practically smell whiskey on his breath, “like you should’ve been a long time ago.”

“I guess I just want some answers,” Agnes shrugged. Her curiosity couldn’t have been mistaken for remorse. She was just as angry and resentful as the rest of them. They haven’t been close friends the way Adrian and Laure were, but they had served together, at GIGN and at the French Organization. That had to mean something. Loyalty meant something.

Adrian remained silent.

What was he supposed to say? The truth was far too complicated, and there were simply too many factors at play to give them a short, clear answer. Not that it would’ve made any difference. They’d branded him a traitor and there was no undoing that, no changing their minds, no mercy, no truce.

Not when they had another war to fight, but this time on the opposite sides.

[loquaciousquark]

29th Drakonis. A bit chilly, but mostly grey and choked with foundry smoke, so thick this week I’ve been finding soot on all my windowpanes, both inside and out, which is odd now that I think about it

Well, that’s the last sword away for–oh, what’s his name. Taarbas, Fenris tells me: that Qunari warrior who’s been lurking about in one of the Hightown squares for the last several months. The one who wanted the dead Qunari’s swords/souls back so they could be taken care of properly. They were scattered all over the city, the Coast, Sundermount–I don’t even remember any Qunari wandering up that mountain, just Tal-Vashoth!–but my compulsive heroic magpie tendencies have come to bear really meaningful fruit at last, and all dozen swords are now safely on a ship back to Par Vollen, and I no longer must worry I’ll find a dead Qunari warrior on my doorstep some sunny morning.

Well, not Taarbas, at least. Knowing how this city feels about outsiders (and me in particular), who knows what the postman might deliver with the milk one morning?

He gave me a staff in thanks, which I thought was very odd. I may be basalit-an, but I’m also saarebas unbound, so I was rather surprised to be handed one of the most well-made staves I’ve seen in years without even a whispered suggestion of face-stitching or chained collars. (I asked Fenris, a bit masochistically, if he thought I might pull off the style of those collars; got a black look and a very sour reminder that Danarius used to chain him up like a Qunari pet, so he was hardly qualified to comment on their appearance. Damn and blast, even if he was back reading his book in minutes without even so much as a furrowed brow.)

Still, Taarbas said it was my soul now, and I ought to care for it as such. It’s racked by the fireplace at the moment–I can see it if I lean back in my chair–but for something that ought to be a reflection of the deepest part of me, it’s awfully dangerous-looking. And beautiful, too, but that’s as should be expected, aha.

I can’t decide if I should be insulted or pleased. Knowing the Qunari, perhaps both.

4th Cloudreach. Watery sky, watery seas, watery afternoons. Everything is damp and sticky, but at least it’s still cool

Apologized to Fenris this morning over breakfast for that rotten saarebas comment the other day. He stared at me like I’d grown another head–it had passed out of his mind the minute I’d said it, he told me, and he was more annoyed I’d brought it back up, since it made the whole thing bigger than it ought to be. Well, fine, said I, if he was going to refuse to be offended I’d refuse to offer the apology in the first place, and he rolled his eyes so hard I was offended, and then I threw a breakfast roll at him and he took hold of my shirt-collar to kiss me, and we nearly upset the pastry table together before Sandal came in for an orange bun and rather ruined the mood.

Oh, well. Delayed gratification, and all that. We’re to go hunt down some great “ancient evil under Kirkwall” this afternoon anyway. I swear, this city has more ancient evils and lingering blood magic ritual horrors than the rest of Thedas put together.

Later

If nothing else, I’ve learned that any demon who introduces themselves by name gets a fireball right to the mouth.

Hybris, he was called, the greatest hulking pride demon I’ve seen in my entire life. I’ve never feared for all our lives as I did when that thing stood up…and up, and up, and up, and started pulling shades and lesser demons out of the floor not two levels down from my cellar.

Suffice it to say we all survived, but I’m truncating this entry on account of Aveline needing her broken wrist’s next round of healing and my dislocated shoulder is giving me fits.

Awiergan scrolls, pah. I’ll tuck them in here until I decide not to use them for Sandal’s next craft project. That’ll teach you maleficar to leave your fancy scrolls lying about where any doglord can pick them up and sneeze all over them, you clods!

14th Cloudreach. Late. Showers all day, not wet enough to soak, just enough to be irksome

Just got a frantic visit from Pelarie. Her sister is being suspected of harboring demons in the Gallows. Or consorting with, or possibly consulting–Pelarie was understandably distraught and not quite clear on the details. Jule was with her the whole time, holding her hand so tight her knuckles were white. It’s good there’s no question of her support.

Anders and I are going in just a few minutes. I haven’t touched something like this in years–longer since I’ve done it with him–but this one’s different, and I want no chance of another Alrik situation in those tunnels.

Mother isn’t around to need protecting anymore, after all. Orana and Bodahn understand the risks and have given me leave to go. I sent a runner to Fenris’s mansion, for whatever that’s worth. He didn’t come.

I’ve just heard the door, and I can hear Anders’s voice downstairs. There’s already a crackle to it I don’t like.

Well, we’ll see.

Late. Early, rather

Success. Pelarie’s sister and her sister’s only friend, a little boy of fifteen or sixteen, are off with a friend of Isabela’s (Samson refused to meet us so haphazardly) to the shores of West Hill, and then to a family near Calenhad who is known to be friendly.

Thank goodness they weren’t in the cells yet. Nothing we could have done if they’d already been moved. Being in those narrow stone hallways, though, even if only just for a minute or two…

Ugh. All my hairs are standing on end just at the memory of it.

They looked so young, standing on that ship. Her hair was falling out of its plait and his eyes were huge in the dark. Neither of them had proper cloaks for the weather, though the captain said she’d have something belowdecks they could use until they got safely across the water.

Fenris was here when I got home. He and Pelarie and Jule were all sitting in the great room together in silence, looking very tense; though at least Pelarie and Jule grew relieved as I told them how it had gone. No details yet, for their sakes–I’m certain Meredith will hunt this–but I gave Pelarie her sister’s note and the hug she had me promise, and then they went home, much more…well, cheerful’s not the right word. Less afraid she’d be branded by dawn, anyway.

I thought Fenris would be angry. I didn’t want to meet his eyes, even though I could feel them boring into the side of my head. Still, I’d decided I wasn’t going to run away–Maker knows we’ve had enough of that between us–and so for several minutes we sat there like very quiet little statues while he looked very hard at me and I looked very hard at my gloves, which were very muddy but (for once) blood-free.

Eventually, when I thought perhaps we both might really turn to stone for all the good we were doing, he asked if I’d gone alone with Anders.

Yes, I told him. There are very few people left in or near the city that can be trusted with these last paths that go so deep into the Gallows. I don’t think we’ll be able to use this one again, and I told him that too.

I did tell him I’d tried to send for him, but he hadn’t been home. He said that regardless, I hadn’t waited. That was true.

We sat there in silence for another few minutes; then he shifted, restless as a horse, and said he’d realized something was amiss when I didn’t come to Wicked Grace. Anders we no longer expect, not with any regularity, but me…he’d come here after and found Jule & Pelarie in the great room, and Orana and Bodahn sitting solemnly in the kitchen, and he’d pieced together enough to know where we must have gone.

He’s not angry about Pelarie’s sister, not really. I mean, he is a little, because my assertions that her sister is in fact demon-free are not wholly sufficient for him to allow two untried mage-children loose into the world without supervision, but that’s not what upset him most.

He truly thinks Anders is mad. Dangerous–deadly, even, and deadly to me as much as a templar alone in Darktown.

I wish I could disagree. Anders’s eyes were blue tonight at every step through that tunnel, and more than once I saw the reflection of that blue fissured light when the water got above our ankles. I won’t pretend there weren’t times when he’d speak with two voices, and I found myself very much wishing I had Fenris or Aveline or Sebastian at my back.

But when we had those two on the ship, and I looked over at Anders where we stood in the shallows, he… His eyes were the proper color then. He had a faint smile on his mouth, and he looked so much like his old self for the first time in ages, and he looked…

Flames, he looked so tired. Slumped on his staff, his black coat hanging off his shoulders, just…wrung down to the bone. But he looked like Anders, and when he turned to me and thanked me for giving him a good one to go out on, I nearly wanted to cry.

I don’t think Fenris’s opinion was altered by my telling. But I told him the truth, and he does not hate me, and though he did go to his own home tonight to sleep he gave me a rough kiss on the cheek before he left.

I can hear birds outside my window. And the curtains are grey now, instead of black, so it must be closer to morning than I thought. I wish I could sleep.

I keep thinking about how much Anders has changed. I went back to some of my earlier journals and it’s almost as if he were a different person…I can’t imagine him dancing the Remigold with me now, no matter how I might beg. How I miss him! I hadn’t realized how much. Standing next to him tonight in the bay was the first time I’d felt like I’d spoken to him in years. And now I’ve gone and smudged the whole burning paragraph trying to wipe off the snotty tearstains, so serves me right.

It’s not that I’m the same either, I know. Neither is Fenris, nor Varric, nor Merrill, nor anyone except maybe Sebastian, and even he’s talking about returning to Starkhaven now where he’s never before. I can’t even say that we’ve all moved in a positive direction, between my mother and Merrill’s mirror and Sebastian’s business with the Harimanns and even Isabela’s trial with the Arishok. We’re all a bit more cracked, a bit more worn than we were before. We all have scars. But Anders…Anders has made himself nothing but scars. Nothing but open wounds and bleeding Fade out every inch.

Vengeance, he told me. Not justice.

I don’t think I can pull him back from this.

21st Cloudreach. Warmer today, only light mists this morning and not a drop of rain since brunch

Odd missive from Hubert today regarding the Bone Pit. I’m not wholly sure what it means aside from calamity (at least according to Hubert’s skewed scale), but Varric & Fenris & I are going to go meet Aveline at his stand and see what’s doing. I need to go drop off the last of Solivitus’s orders while I’m out anyway, and today’s the day for Gamlen’s weekly basket, so I think we’ll just make a round of it.

Toby has gotten himself into the neighbor’s hedge again. I can see his furry arse sticking straight up from here. Maker, that dog

23rd Cloudreach

We fought a high dragon, and we killed her, because she killed almost every miner left in the Pit.

She was so deadly and so beautiful.

I didn’t want to kill her. But those miners–I told them. I told them they would be safe, and now they’re dead. And I have to write to each one of their families to tell them.

She had to die, I know. But oh, Maker, how much less wonder is there in the world now for it?

26th Cloudreach. Warmer still, sunny, light clouds

I’m having Sol make me an amulet from a drop of her blood. I’ll carry her with me from here on, even if it’s less lofty travel than she’s used to. Fenris thinks I’m being a fool, but that’s only because she shook him in her teeth like a rag doll and broke almost every one of his ribs, so he’s hardly being objective about the situation.

Varric’s been telling the story every time I walk into the Hanged Man lately. I’m in such a knot over the whole mess–I’ve wanted all my life to fight a dragon, and it was a glorious fight, I can’t deny it. My heart still races when I think of swinging up onto her back and getting the staff-blade of my soul (thank you, Taarbas) up under her scales, digging my heels in until I could blow lightning down her spine to make her let Fenris go.

It was a glorious fight, even if the start of it had more death than it ought.

It’s just…I’ve only just now realized I’d rather fly as a dragon than fight one.

6th Bloomingtide. Getting hotter, I can feel it. The promise of heat, the promise of baking like a beached flounder under the northern sun

Odd thing happened last night. And by “odd,” I mean “a crazed dwarf broke in and tried to murder me in my sleep.”

Fenris has been staying almost every night since the dragon–not for prurient reasons, alas for me, but because his whole torso is a glorious purpling green and he can barely walk. For my good fortune, though, that meant he was thankfully there to hear the bedchamber door click, jolt upright, grunt at his own jolt which woke me up, and spur the lyrium bright enough he could reach over and smack the blade that would have skewered me astray. I’ve got a magnificent scrape going down one shoulder where the dagger’s point still caught me, but I’m alive to write this, so it’s acres better than it might have been.

By that time I was cogent enough to roll off the bed and get fire going in both hands. I could hear Fenris fighting through the pain to get himself up on the other side, but now I could see the dwarf in the firelight, and he looked…

I don’t even know how to describe it. He was pale, pale as if he hadn’t seen the sun in years, and he had a black scraggly beard with patches missing. And his eyes were milky grey, all across iris and pupil alike, so dense I don’t know how he saw a thing to stab at. He had no expression. No rage, no fear, no violence. Just a flat mouth and straight black eyebrows.

“I need the blood of the hawk,” he said, rough as rocks, and came at me again with the dagger. Which is rude, if nothing else, because I happen to be using all my blood at the moment, thank you very much.

Anyway, once I was on my feet it was much more an even fight, even with Fenris hardly able to heft his punches. I kept his attention long enough for Fenris to come around and clock him on the temple at the same time he took out both his knees; then I came after and planted my bare hand on his face and held it there until he stopped moving.

I don’t like killing that way. It’s messy and agonizing and it’s a bad death no matter how you slice it, but he was in my bedroom with a knife and Fenris with every rib broken, and I couldn’t take the chance. What made it infinitely worse is that this dwarf didn’t even scream. He just…died.

Ugh, my skin is crawling all over again. Regardless, my arm was the only casualty, so I tore off the rest of my shirtsleeve and tied it up with Fenris’s help, though now that the rush of battle had worn off he was nearly toppling off his feet and he kept catching his breath when he moved. He had to sit on the side of the bed and wait with the body while I raced downstairs and checked on the rest of the household.

And on that note, Maker bless my beautiful, wonderful, perfect dog. He’d herded Orana, Bodahn, and Sandal all into the kitchen, where they’d locked the door, and when I opened it without thinking (and without introducing myself) he came tearing at me like a fiend from the Void to rip out my throat. I’ve never been on the receiving end of that horrible snarl before. Maker, I’m so proud of him.

Toby realized who I was before killing me, which is good, and settled on whipping tight circles around my knees until I sent him up to sit with Fenris. Orana was less panicked than I’d expected–though they were all a bit rattled, as was I–and then I realized with Hadriana’s household, strangers that burst in at night and threatened a slave’s life might not be all that uncommon.

I told them it was safe and sent Bodahn to find a guard so long as he didn’t leave sight of the house. He did bother to put a proper jacket and boots on, though he forgot to take off the tasseled nightcap, which I didn’t realize until I saw him turn out the door around the corner and the tassel flew out behind. Orana made tea for everyone and Sandal immediately went back to bed, though not before murmuring about hawk’s blood and making me a fair way nervous.

So the guard came, and then she went and called more guards, and they went and called more guards, and the long and short of it is I’ve had a half-dozen strangers in my bedroom since midnight and Fenris and I are both still in our bloody pajamas.

I told Brennan not to wake Aveline until a right reasonable hour, so at least one of us will have had some sleep, but the way word spreads in this city I expect Varric has heard already.  I’m sure he’ll be along shortly to get his nose in the business if nothing else. The sun’s just now risen, so we can see a fair bit more than the lamplight allows (I forbade them from burning down my curtains with open torches–if I’ve managed to keep them unsinged so far, no guardsman’s errant hand is going to turn them into cinders now). He looks just as pale and eerie in daylight as he did in the dark. Almost moreso.

I don’t know what all this means. I have a feeling it’s more than just one mad dwarf with a vendetta, but until Varric comes I don’t think we’ll glean anything more from his body. There’s no letters, no marks, no tattoos, no orders…nothing. At least, nothing we can find. Maybe Varric will have more luck.

Maker, I’m tired. Fenris is sitting stiff as a poker on the library sofa beside me, but I think that’s the broken ribs more than any pique at the attack. Or, Void, maybe it’s both. I don’t know. He tried to read a bit, but we were both too distracted by the thumps from my rooms, so instead we’ve been sitting here twiddling our thumbs and watching the sun come up. And occasionally making sure the other’s alive, just to check.

He said that it reminded him of Tevinter. I didn’t ask, and he didn’t elaborate, but I know enough about what being Danarius’s bodyguard entailed that my heart cracked a bit. Not that I told him that. Instead I told him that next time someone came for the silver of the wolf I’d be happy to be his beautiful, powerful midnight protector and erstwhile lover in turn, though I couldn’t do much about the lyrium, and I’d even let him kiss me after if he wanted.

He smiled at that, and he did let me kiss him, though he hissed and clutched at his ribs when he tried to lean into it. Poor man. I’m fairly certain this fight re-cracked a few of them, but I don’t dare ask to get a good look until the guards leave. Not that they’d report me (I don’t think, anyway–certainly Brennan and Donnic wouldn’t, and I’ve given the rest enough ginger snaps over the years to win at least some good favor), but the last thing I’d ever do is work with the lyrium while strangers were near. I may have a healthy love of spectacle, but that’s outside even my métier.

Well. Sometimes you have rats in the cellar, sometimes you have murderous dwarves in the bedroom. Just depends on your infestation, I guess.

Toby’s come to tug at my pants leg. You don’t need to go outside again, it’s still early. Ah, I hear Varric in the foyer. Now we’ll get somewhere!

Later

The Vimmark Mountains, Varric says, from some notes he uncovered that we missed. Worse, he’s heard from some of his contacts who deal with the Wardens that some of these—these creepy dwarf murderers have been lurking near Stroud’s camps at the base of the mountains as well.

If they’re going after Carver, I’ll scorch every hill and rise bald until the last of them’s flushed into the daylight.

Blood of the hawk. If that’s what they’re after, Andraste, I’ll bring them every last drop.

[angstmongertina]

A Holiday Medley: Winter Wonderland

Part 2/3 (the last one for now but keep an eye out in the future) of my Secret Santa gift for @corgi-shepard! I may or may not have replayed Regency Love for this. Hope this is IC for your character (because I couldn’t just ASK, you know)!

December dawned over Cambridgeshire, as it so often did in the English countryside, in cold and grey. The leaves had long since fallen in the brisk cold wind, leaving bare branches and strewn brown across the grass. Clouds hung, dark and bulging, over the land, bringing occasional torrents of rain but nothing more.

To Mrs. Elizabeth Graham, formerly Miss Kaye of Hertfordshire, however, the weather was hardly a deterrent. In fact, it was a commonly established index of the neighboring families that, if Mr. and Mrs. James Graham were not seen out, either arm in arm or, on those rare days when the rain or wind proved too strong even for Mrs. Graham’s sensibilities, within the comfortable interior of their carriage, the weather was not safe for any to venture into.

Indeed, it was not uncommon to find the lady out on her own, running errands while her husband managed the matters of their estate. And as the days grew ever shorter, the more frequent were her visits, for fabrics and cloth, furniture and food, with all deliveries accompanied by an insistence that her husband was not to find out.

The shopkeeps, knowing of her intentions and her impending visitors, smiled and said nothing.

Morning dawned in a light dusting of white. A military man through and through despite his most recent months of civilian life, James awoke at dawn, though, as was true every morning, he did not so much as let himself stir until slumber released his wife. As she awakened, she, as was tradition, raised a teasing eyebrow at her husband, lips pursed in a show of disapproval.

“Mr. Graham, have you no thoughts of propriety? What would the maids say if they saw you here?”

She received a lazy smirk. “No doubt the same thing they think every morning, my dear. Either admiring my exemplary physique—”

A most unladylike snort escaped her lips.

“Or impressed at how serious their masters are towards their duty in producing an heir.”

Hiding a smile, she slapped him gently on the shoulder. “Certainly, they couldn’t think anything scandalous when there are so many generous interpretations.”

“Of course not. My wife? Scandalous? Perish the thought.”

She rolled her eyes, relenting as he kissed her, slow and languid, though she knew full well that she couldn’t have stopped held back her laughter if she tried. “Oh, certainly not, especially if they saw that display. Perish indeed.” She shook her head, still with that silly grin tugging on the corners of her mouth. “Now if you’re quite done, I believe we have a busy day today.”

At that, he groaned with all the theatrics of a stage performer and she offered him an arch look. “Has civilian life spoilt you so, that you have such difficulty rising after the winter sun?”

He laughed, rich and clear. “Perhaps that’s it. Or perhaps it is nothing to due with that but rather due to the irresistible Mrs. Graham?” When she simply raised another skeptical eyebrow, he groaned again, turning to glare at the sky as though he thought he could intimidate the sun back below the horizon if he stared hard enough.

The next minute, however, he was on his feet, practically throwing the blanket off of her bed in his eagerness. She yelped, pulling it back over herself before the rest of the warmth could escape, but he hardly seemed to notice as he rushed toward the window, evidently all of his previous complaints about the time or the chill put out of his mind.

“James?”

When he failed to respond, instead standing, almost transfixed, she forced herself to her feet, biting back a curse at the sudden chill, and made her way to his side, before gasping in delight.

Everything she could see was white. Snowflakes filled the air, swirling in the light breeze and covering the trees and remnants of autumn in a layer of soft powder. Farther in the distance, the forest too was blanketed in snow, pristine and untouched.

Overnight, it seemed, the countryside had been transformed.

She was not entirely surprised when James fairly rushed through his morning routine, rushing her all the while. In fact, it seemed as though she had barely been dressed and settled herself at her desk before he was entreating her to join him for an errand in town before settling to break their fast.

His grin told her, even before his actions, that it was naught more than an excuse to explore the wilderness. Then again, if she were to be perfectly honest with herself, she knew her husband well enough that she wouldn’t have expected anything else… and herself well enough to admit that if he had not, she would have made the same suggestion.

In fact, given the speed with which her maid was able to assist her into a gown more appropriate for the elements, it seemed even their servants had been expecting the excursion, and also had given up requesting that she limit her activity in what they would consider inclement weather.

Properly attired, she found him awaiting her arrival in the foyer, looking somewhat as though he would pace a hole into the floor if she had delayed any longer. As it was, she barely had time to put on her gloves before he was leading her outside.

In the snowy morning, there was hardly a soul to be seen, something that suited the pair of them just as well. The white expanse lay open and unblemished, save for their tracks as they laughed and floundered through the snow, sometimes she in the lead and sometimes he, but always hand in hand.

When they had first moved to Cambridgeshire and the estate that had once been his family’s, the path to town had been strange to traverse. Both overly reminiscent of their walks to Darlington and yet just different enough to be disorienting, the walk proved to be at once a source of homesickness and a reminder of how far from her childhood home she was.

Walking through, hand in hand with James, however, the familiarity was a comfort. The road passed over rolling hills and snow-covered woods, not so different from the path to Darlington that they had taken strolls down, those quiet, warm days, that she had traversed more times than she could count. In fact, if she stopped, she could almost imagine herself, accompanied by her parents. Or not she and her parents, but instead, she, James, and…

“Elizabeth?”

His voice pulled her from her reverie, where she had been so absorbed that she did not realize she had fallen behind, lingering over the view in her mind’s eye. She smiled, shaking her head at his questioning look and brushing her hand over a low-hanging branch, watching as the snow fell softly to the ground.

“You have been in a contemplative mood as of late, my dear.”

“Indeed, and for good reason,” she returned, deliberately evasive, and tilted her face towards the still-falling snow, hiding a smile at the brief frustration that crossed his mien.

“And what contemplation has so possessed my wife that she must answer with such evasiveness?” He raised an eyebrow, a teasing look replacing the frustration on his face. “Have I lost my ability to hold her attention so quickly?”

She laughed. “Certainly not. I am merely considering what differences there will be to grow up here rather than in Hertfordshire.” When he appeared still to be puzzled, she took his hand, eyes dancing. “Though, I must admit I am also wondering whether your interest will soon be captured by someone else far more than by his poor mother.”

Gratification flooded her system at the indignation suffusing his face. “Hardly! The only possibility of that would be…”

As his expression shifted with his slowly dawning realization, she giggled, watching confusion, understanding, surprise, and then finally joy dance across his visage. “Mother?”

The word was uttered so softly that she could scarcely hear him. When she nodded, however, he whooped, enough that a nearby flock of birds took offense, fluttering into the air with cries of displeasure.

She laughed with him, which abruptly became a shriek as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her bodily off her feet and twirling her in a circle. Pressed against him, she could feel his laughter in his chest, the joy that radiated out in waves.

His eyes glinted as he set her back on her feet, shining with a thousand different emotions, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke again. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

Smirking and carefully disguising her own breathlessness, she raised an eyebrow. “I would never have guessed.”

His laughter echoed through the trees, much at odds with the mock dismay on his features as he stepped closer, shaking his head. “So impudent. What would our daughter think?”

She raised her chin, though she knew perfectly well that it did nothing to hide her wide smile at his words. “No doubt our son would believe that his mother is a scamp and a scoundrel who is very fortunate indeed to have caught the eye of a proper captain to provide her with at least some level of respectability?”

“Or that she and her father are both lucky to have such a clever, spirited, and beautiful woman in their lives?”

She huffed a laugh when he stepped closer still, a gloved hand cupping her cheek as he pressed his forehead to hers. “Flatterer.”

“Only the best for the mother of my child.”

“And your wife?”

“That too.”

She laughed again, though it was soft, more affectionate than teasing, and let her eyes flutter closed as their lips met, warm and gentle and slow. Of joy and wonder and promise.

For a long moment, they stood still, relishing the moment, before she cleared her throat. He started with a chuckle and bowed, offering his arm.

With a laugh of her own, she accepted it and they resumed walking, arm in arm, down the serene, snow-covered path.

[ikementally-deficient]

Advanced Entomology - Chapter 4: Aposematism and Mullerian Mimicry

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer

Rating: Carolina Reaper (See Masterlist for rating descriptions)

Warnings: dubious/uninformed consent, see masterpost A/N

Due to the nature of the questionable consent in this fic, if you enjoy this story enough to reblog it, please reblog the masterpost rather than individual chapters.

Author’s Note: There is no sex in this chapter. It's weird, I know, but Lucien had other ideas. I promise the next two are extra smutty.

This is where we get really spoilery, specifically for chapter 14 of the game. The italicized text of MC's dream that begins the chapter is taken verbatim from her premonitory dream of that chapter, and more of it gets described. This is also the point at which we begin to depart from canon.

‘Endogenous morphine’ is more colloquially known as ‘endorphins’, but Lucien loves his five dollar words.

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I stand in an open field.

The sky is low. No wind. no clouds.

Someone’s calling my name.

I look around and see a hazy figure in the distance.

I chase after the figure, but it only gets farther away.

Its colour gets lighter, as if haloed with water, starting to disappear around the edges.

Suddenly a great fog swallows everything.

All I see now is an icy grey.

She’s shivering.

The sound of chattering teeth is what breaks Lucien’s concentration. He puts the document down on his desk and crosses to the open bedroom door. It’s quite temperate in the apartment; there’s no reason for her to be cold.

She is huddled in the middle of the bed, face twisted with fear and something else he can’t identify. The bedclothes have been kicked to the footboard, and her hands and feet twitch.

Ah, a dream. Lucien has touched her dreams before; mostly they’re unremarkable, incoherent fragments of the day jumbled with the kind of free association the subconscious excels at. This looks different. After watching her in his bed for so many nights, he knows she isn’t prone to nightmares in the normal course of things. He can feel his evol responding to her proximity. He’s never had the opportunity to watch hers in action, and the temptation to observe and gather data is too strong to ignore. He kneels by the bed and curls his hand into hers --

The hallway of the Loveland TV Tower.

The black rose, arrogance and leather and danger.

Shattering glass.

Billowing smoke.

She’s running down a hallway filled with mist.

A flash of blonde hair and a hand leading her up endless rounds of stairs that crumble and fall even as her feet leave them.

Golden eyes that take her will away.

The red switch.

The fall.

Lucien frees himself from her dream with a snap, his heart hammering in his chest. He recognises the players in the vision. Artemis. Helios . His hands crush divots into the edge of the mattress and his jaw clenches. What’s happening? Why can’t he breathe?

It takes a minute for Lucien to identify the emotion rising within him. To identify that it is an emotion, not some physiological response to the Queen’s evol. Slowly, carefully, he takes one shuddering breath, and then another, steadying himself, listening to his heartbeat return to normal, waiting for his pulse to stop thumping in his temples. Gradually, the rage ebbs, until he’s once again able to think clearly. He tugs the blankets back over her and leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

He returns to his desk. Dispassionately, he reviews the vision.

How she knows Helios, he doesn’t know, and tables the question to address at another time. Her presence at the TV Tower and her encounter with Artemis indicate that she’s discovered the electromagnetic broadcasts he’s so painstakingly initiated. The fact that she’s with Helios and not Lucien -- something happens between them.

Lucien knows that as long as the Queen trusts him, he’ll be by her side until she awakens fully. If he’s not there, either he’s dead or exposed as Ares. He props his elbows on the desk and rubs his temples, logically arriving at the conclusion that his intuition leapt to while he knelt at her side.

Black Swan is going to get impatient. Zeus is going to interfere. Months of planning, of strategy, of excruciatingly careful manipulation will be wasted in an instant and instead she’ll plunge headlong into danger, without her full powers, without his protection, without any idea what she’s getting into.

Like she always does.

Lucien leans back, steepling his fingers before him. Zeus has never understood the need for the exactitude Ares insists on, or why the strategy has taken so long to implement. The man is incapable of the proper perspective, and if allowed to, he will ruin everything. If allowed to, he will steal her from Lucien, and destroy any chance of seeing the Queen spread her wings.

He cannot lose her.

The rage rises again, red and hot, but this time Lucien is prepared, ready to harness it. He stands, casting one glance at the bedroom door before taking a step that begins in his apartment, and ends in a spacious hall shrouded in a gloomy, deathly-still darkness.

The masked man seated therein showed no surprise at Lucien’s sudden appearance.

“Ares. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Lucien chooses to skip the pleasantries. “Zeus, call off your dogs.”

The mask shows nothing, but Zeus’ head tilts slightly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“The game has hardly begun, and you’re already getting too impatient.” Lucien strides towards him. “Don’t interfere. This is a delicate process --”

“Black Swan does not have time to sit around while you enjoy the Queen’s favours, Ares.” Zeus cuts him off. “I suspect the process would be far less delicate if you were enjoying it less.”

In the blink of an eye, Lucien sorts through impulses and options. Kill Zeus. Lunge at him. Throttle him. Roar in possessive fury. Hiss at him, seething poisonous words. Put him to sleep. Fill his mind with terrors. Drag him through folded space to the ends of the earth. Leave him in the middle of the ocean.

Lucien does none of these things. His face stays smooth, nearly as expressionless as Zeus’ mask. When at last he speaks, it’s in a calm, almost amused tone.

“Zeus. I see the problem here. You’re not a scientist. I realise now that I failed to truly explain to the rest of the Olympians how awakening must be achieved.” He crosses his arms in his favourite ‘harmless professor’ pose and taps one finger on his chin. “Or perhaps I failed to properly impress upon you all the magnitude of the Queen’s fully awakened power.”

The mask shows nothing, but Zeus dips his chin slightly. “Elaborate.”

“You see, Zeus, the Queen is the only one who can traverse the Black Cabin freely. She is the only one who can truly use the Panopticon.”

“Yes, we know that.” Zeus’ voice was gruff. “That’s the whole point of this exercise.”

Lucien raises his eyebrows, radiating innocent surprise. “Did it never occur to you to wonder about the wisdom of handing that power to someone who isn’t fully committed to us?”

Zeus waits silently.

“If the Queen has any reason -- any reason at all -- to mistrust us, fear us, or otherwise work against our goals, awakening her is suicide.” He paces past Zeus, staring out the huge windows to the vast city below. “I call the process delicate because it is. Conditioning someone to trust, implicitly and unquestioningly, is time-consuming.” He glances over his shoulder. “Particularly when, as you know, we’re not actually trustworthy.”

Zeus makes a non-committal sound.

Lucien returns his attention to the cityscape. “By ‘enjoying the Queen’s favours’, as you so euphemistically phrase it, I am speeding up the process, not delaying it. Sexual gratification, in addition to the expected intensification of the emotional bond, assists the conditioning process by the release of oxytocin, prolactin, and endogenous morphine. Every encounter she has with me chemically reinforces that bond. Every encounter trains her to obey me, to surrender to my wishes instead of her own.” Eyes hooded, Lucien places one hand against the window, letting the sensation of cool glass ground him. “Besides, if you wish to be precise --”

“Which you always do,” mutters his audience.

“-- then although she is enjoying my favours, I have not yet enjoyed hers, nor do I plan to any time soon.” Lucien turns back to face Zeus, his smile a cold slash in his pale face. “I am a scientist, Zeus, overseeing a project with a defined goal, not a hormonal teenager lost in the pleasures of the flesh.”

Zeus drums his fingers on the arm of his chair in contemplation. Lucien waits, summoning all his patience.

“How long?”

Lucien folds his hands behind his back in satisfaction. “Not long now. We are very close.”

“How close?” Zeus is insistent. If Lucien were a less controlled man, he would sigh. As it stands, his hands tighten on each other before he answers.

“A few more months, perhaps. This type of indoctrination is not an exact science.” His mouth twists in distaste at admitting to this, but it is a fact.

“Very well.” Zeus may be overbearing and impatient, but he isn’t stupid. “But keep us informed, Ares. You’re in charge of this project, but your reluctance to provide status updates gains you no support with the rest of the Olympians.”

Bureaucrat, Lucien thinks venomously. “Of course,” He answers, before taking the step that finishes back in his apartment.

He stands in the middle of the living room, listening. The bedroom door is still closed. Good. She’s still asleep. She doesn’t know that he’s been and gone.

Now that the immediate crisis is past, Lucien has time to reflect. His jaw is still tense with anger. He heads to the kitchen, thinking to make himself some tea. The ritual of selecting the blend, filling the infuser, and setting the kettle to the correct temperature for the delicate leaves brings him some calm. It’s been many years since he’s felt anything this strongly, this hotly. He isn’t sure what’s prompted it.

As the kettle heats, he examines his unfamiliar emotions. Lucien prides himself on logic and pragmatism. Physically, he knows he’s unimposing, but Ares is the god of war, not combat. He is skilled in strategy and tactics. He plays the long game, dealing with setbacks and taking advantage of opportunities as they arise. He realises, in retrospect, just how close he was to losing control in Zeus’ office. He had been ready to attack the man with his bare hands.

Why?

Zeus has always been shortsighted, and Ares has always found him irritating, but until now it’s been in a remote, cold way, easily dismissed like the buzzing of an insect on the other side of a screen. Today is different; today the rationality of Ares had deserted him, replaced by an impulsive rage against -- What? Lucien can not find a logical cause for the bloodthirsty wrath that had consumed him. Even now, he can feel the banked coals of his anger heating his mind, evaporating any sense of prudence.

Is it Zeus’ insinuations about his loyalty? Is it the man’s belief that someone else might do the job better or faster? His breath comes faster as the kettle steams. Is it the thought of someone else standing by her side when she comes into her own?

The beep of the kettle coming to temperature startles him, and he very nearly flings the appliance across the small kitchen before coming back to reality. Gathering his wits, he slowly fills the china teapot and shuts his eyes against the sweet scent of the tea. He loads the pot and two cups onto a tray and carries it to the bedroom, flicking off lights as he goes. His night vision is exceedingly clear, and he doesn’t want to startle her awake.

He hears her breathing change as he sets the tray down on the nightstand. By the time her eyes open, two full cups of tea are waiting.

“Lucien?” Her voice is raspy with sleep. She reaches out blindly from her huddle, and he catches her hand and brings it to his lips.

“I’m here,” he murmurs to her fingertips. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She traces his mouth lightly before retrieving her hand to rub at her eyes. “I had another one of those dreams. The premonitions.” Her own mouth is drawn and tense.

It takes every ounce of control he has not to blurt out ‘I know’. Instead he nudges her further into the bed and climbs in beside her. “Do you want to tell me about it?” He puts his arm around her shoulders and cuddles her close, letting her legs swing across his lap and her forehead rest in the crook of his neck. She stays there quietly for a minute before speaking, and when she does her voice betrays her in a dry croak. Lucien chuckles and hands her one of the tea cups.

“Drink this first. It’ll help wake up your voice.”

He knows that in keeping with his plan, now would be another opportunity to seduce her; he should be soothing away her tension and fear with his hands and tongue and the accessories stored carefully in the wooden case under the bed. She’s vulnerable and upset and it provides yet another crack in her armour for him to force open.

She sips her tea and fidgets against him as she swallows. All thoughts of his plan evaporate in her warm breath against his chest when she sighs before speaking.

Haltingly, she describes the dream, matching the details he saw in her sleep. She does provide one piece of information he was missing: Kiro. Helios is Kiro Chow. Tears of stress and fatigue roll down her face as she speaks. She doesn’t seem to be aware of them, and Lucien doesn’t comment or wipe them away. He does pull the comforter over them both, and take the tea cup from her hands when her voice starts to go fuzzy and lethargic. He ignores the urge to put her to sleep with his power, instead simply holding her close and warm against him.

He’s still sitting there when the sun peeks in through the blinds, his own tea undrunk and long since cold. She slumbers on, one hand caught in his shirt, long even breaths ruffling the ends of her hair. Lucien has, in the hours since she fell asleep, realised two things.

One: Zeus was right. Not in the details, maybe, but certainly in implication.

Two: It doesn’t matter.

[thesecondcircleofkel]

Alone On The Ship

Zoro x Reader x Law (female reader) 

2.4K

Summary: The reader is left alone on the Thousand Sunny with Law and Zoro, and good times ensue.

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, vaginal fingering, biting, masturbation, dry humping, voyeurism

Notes: Requested by an anon. Requests are open! Also, make sure you check out my masterlist, because some of my fics haven't been showing up in the tumblr tag search.

Life had been…chaotic since the crew reunited at Sabaody. You were so glad that everyone was okay, and you were even more thrilled by the progress that everyone had made while training for the past two years. Of course, things had started to spiral out of control once your captain finally showed up, with the Marines trying to cut off your escape from Sabaody, and then all of the shenanigans in Fishman Island that followed that. Things didn’t get too much easier afterwards, but through the events of Punk Hazard and Dressrosa, at least you got to meet Law and make some new allies.

And even through all of the chaos, your newfound relationship with Zoro was still thriving. Ever since you had joined the crew, you and the First Mate had constantly been stealing glances at each other, with the ever-present sexual tension between the two of you nearly boiling over on several occasions. As your journey on the Going Merry and then the Thousand Sunny continued, those sexual urges were soon joined by a different desire, one of a more amorous persuasion.

If you had to pinpoint when those romantic feelings started, it was probably when the crew went to Skypiea and you were both electrocuted by Enel. Whether it was the sudden jolt to the brain or seeing each other in such an injured state that caused you both to realize how much you cared for each other, there was no telling. You both tiptoed around each other for a while after that, unsure how to go about your newly recognized feelings, and because of that, the two of you hadn’t been able to confess to each other before the crew was separated. Once you reunited, however, you both jumped at the opportunity that was presented to you, and you had been together ever since, training together, going on watch duty together…sometimes it was difficult to get away for some ‘alone time’, but you made it work somehow.

And speaking of needing some ‘alone time’, the crew had stopped at a small island to restock supplies, and they had left you, Zoro, and Law behind to watch the ship. They were gone for quite a while, and once the sun started to set in the horizon and darkness started to overtake the skies, Nami finally called in on the Den Den Mushi and told you that they would be staying at an inn for the night. It must have been one hell of an inn for her, of all people, to actually want to pay to stay there (although knowing Nami, she probably swindled her way into a free night’s stay), but you wouldn’t question it, not when such a delicious opportunity was presenting itself to you because of it.

It was no secret that you found Law attractive, and as fate would have it, so did your lover. You were both interested to see just what the Surgeon of Death had to offer, and now that the ship was empty except for the three of you…Zoro broke out the best sake that was on the ship (Sanji would be furious about that later, but honestly, that’s probably why Zoro got that particular sake in the first place) and you broke out a deck of playing cards. You both went to Law, claiming that you just wanted to kill some time while everyone was away, but your true intentions were far less pure.

You were a bit confused, though. When you and Zoro had suggested that you all play strip poker, Law may have given you a look that was both incredulous and disappointed at the same time, but he had still agreed to your suggestion, so long as he got to choose the card game. You were hoping that he would choose blackjack or something else like it, that way clothes could be shed at a much faster rate, but when he said Rummy…you weren’t quite sure what to make of it.

The stipulation was that the two players who had the lowest amount of points after someone ran out of cards would have to take off an article of clothing. It sounded good in prospect, but the rounds were taking forever to get through since it was more advantageous to try to put off the end of the game so you could try to round up more points. And on top of that, you had yet to win a round, and it was beyond frustrating.

Your sake sat untouched beside you, barely having a sip taken from it before your losing streak started and all of your attention went into the card game. Law had won the most rounds, but Zoro wasn’t far behind him, and that left you in nothing but your bra and shorts, with your panties still hidden from view. Zoro was obviously amused by your misery, the Cheshire grin never leaving his face as he drank his sake, not even getting a buzz in doing so.

“Oi, Y/N.”

“What, Zoro?”

“I win again.”

“…damn it.”

You would take your punishment like a trooper, though. You stood up quickly, hands going to unfasten your shorts as a nod from Zoro caught your attention. He was pointing his head towards Law, and once you briefly glanced over at the surgeon, you understood why the grin on Zoro’s face had gotten even bigger. The doctor’s eyes were glued to your ass, as if it had him under some hypnotizing spell. At least your loss had given you an idea for how to take the night even further.

Once you got your shorts unfastened, you slowly shimmied them down your legs, making sure to bend over as you stepped out of them. Given your hopes for the night, you had worn the most flattering pair of underwear that you had, and based on his continuous, heated stare, Law obviously appreciated them. Your panties hardly left anything to the imagination in the back, with half of your butt being exposed due to the cheeky cut. When you settled back down on the ship’s deck, you made sure to lay down on your belly, slightly bending your hips up to present your glutes even more.

“Now, Law, I’ve been wondering: why Rummy, of all things?”

“…In essence, for delayed gratification.”

“Oh? Are you looking forward to seeing us naked then?”

“Don’t pretend like your intentions for tonight weren’t obvious, Y/N-ya.”

“Neither of us ever claimed to be subtle. Of course, if you’re not interested…”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. I’m not exactly sure just how far the two of you want to go, however.”

“We’ll go as far as you want, Law. If you want both of us, then you’ll have us both. If you just want one of us, that’s fine, too.”

“And you’re fine with this, Zoro-ya?”

“We wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. It’s not like I have many opportunities to see someone that I trust and find attractive fuck Y/N.”

“Ooh, you didn’t tell me you were a voyeur, Zoro.”

“Well, you know now. Well, Law? What do you say? Do you want to fuck Y/N?”

The doctor was quiet for a moment, trying to weigh the possible pros and cons of the situation he was in, but before he could think about it too deeply, his eyes were yet again drawn to you and the delectable curve of your ass. His mouth went dry as he thought of all the things that he could do with the both of you, but he wouldn’t push it too far yet. Maybe if this first time went well enough, then he’d push for more later on, although he wasn’t going to walk away from this moment without testing the boundaries. He couldn’t walk away, not with the arousal that was already flooding his system.

“If the you’re both sure about this, then yes.”

“Great. Just sit back for a moment while I make sure she’s ready for you.”

After throwing his haori to the side, Zoro walked over to you and kneeled behind you, before settling himself over your prone form. His body was pressed closely to yours, allowing to feel how hard his cock already was. There was a small tug at your back, and then your bra was being flung somewhere on the deck.

“Are you going to be good and give me a show, Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, definitely. I just need a little helping hand from you first, big guy.”

“Atta girl.”

Zoro brought one of his hands up to your neck, tilting your head back so he could bring his lips to yours. His other hand started at your shoulder, moving down and giving your breast a brief squeeze before it continued down your side and into your panties. His fingers immediately ran over your slit, and he hummed in approval as he gathered up some of the wetness there. His next target was your clit, which he rubbed short, tight circles over, causing you to lurch and grind your ass back against him.

The groan that he let out was enough to set your whole body on fire with desire, and once you let out a keen of your own, Zoro’s hand moved down so that he could prod your sodden opening. He easily slipped two fingers into you, curling them so they hit the sweet spot inside of you that had you writhing against him. The swordsman made sure that his wrist was still bumping against your clit as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, rutting his hips against you the entire time.

With another low groan falling from his lips, Zoro leaned his head down so he could have access to your neck, licking the soft skin there before sinking his teeth into you. The mixture of pain and pleasure was enough to send you careening into an orgasm, one that Zoro kept working you through until you begged him to stop. He pulled away from you, sucking his fingers clean in the process and leaning down to kiss the red bite mark that he had left on you.

“Just remember that you’re mine, yeah?”

“How could I forget?”

With one last chuckle, he finally stood up, erection straining against his pants as he turned to Law.

“She’s all yours.”

You looked behind you, only to see that Law had already rid himself of his shirt. He had apparently enjoyed watching Zoro finger you, and the tightness of his pants was proof of it. He walked over to you, and settled himself over you much like Zoro had, although he spread your legs a bit so he could move between them.

“One last time, Y/N-ya. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m positive, Law. Show us what the Surgeon of Death can do.”

He needed no further persuasion, and you heard his pants unzip before you were greeted by the heat of his cock as he rubbed it between your ass cheeks a few times. You felt him move your panties to the side, and after taking a moment to examine the wetness left in their wake, he lined himself up with your pussy and then entered you with a single, smooth thrust. You both sighed at the feeling, and he waited a moment for you to adjust before he slowly pulled his cock out of until just the tip remained inside.

He slammed back into you, causing your breast to scrape against the wood of the deck beneath you. You dug your nails into that same wood, holding onto it for support as Law relentlessly fucked you, each thrust being more powerful than the last. The poor man must have been pent up for a while, and you had no qualms with him letting that sexual frustration out on you.

Your voice was ragged as moans tore from your throat; you tried to push back against Law to give him some more leverage, but tattooed hands held your hips down as his own hips continued to piston into you. Zoro was kneeling in front of you, watching every expression that crossed your face. He was stroking his own cock in time with Law’s thrusts, and you imagined that he had a very good view of those thrusts considering how much lower you and Law were positioned compared to him.

The Heart Pirate snaked his hand around the front of you, pressing two of his fingers against your clit to give it more friction as he pounded into you. With that added stimulation, it didn’t take long for you to come apart again, with your second orgasm being even more intense than the first. Law swiftly pulled out of you, grinding against your ass until he reached his own climax, which was accompanied by a long, choked exhale of breath from the captain.

“Pull her up a little bit.”

Two strong hands immediately followed that request, and your torso was pulled up so that your chest was directly in front of Zoro’s pulsating cock. He came after a few more strokes, his cum landing on your chest and dripping down your breasts. Law helped you to sit back, and when Zoro came to support you instead, he used his Devil Fruit to quickly clean you off before he stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. He just stood there for a moment, silent with a contemplative look on his face, like he wasn’t sure what to do next.

“…Thanks for the good time.”

With a sudden flash of blue, the doctor was gone, leaving only his discarded clothes behind.

“…What horrible pillow talk.”

“How are you holding up, Y/N?”

“I am just perfect, love. You? Was that enough to satisfy that apparent voyeur kink of yours?”

“Damn straight it was.”

“Hm, I’m glad. How much do think we’ll have to pay Nami to keep everyone off the ship for another night? Because I don’t know about you, but I would love to see the doctor in action again.”

“Oh, I definitely want to have my turn with him. But, you never know, Y/N. We might be able to get him to come back to us tonight. I’m sure he’s still watching, so we’ll just have to work on giving him enough incentive.”

“Work on giving him incentive?”

With a sly grin on his face, your green-haired lover pulled you onto his lap, where you could feel that his length was already hot and heavy with desire again. Whether Law joined back in on the fun or not, it sure seemed like you had a long night ahead of you.

[graftisms]

jenny​:

“oooooh, you don’t like him,” a shit-eating grin at the confirmation. it’s hardly groundbreaking and she definitely suspected it after spin the bottle but to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth feels juicy. there’s nothing she loves more than a bit of gossip. she gives a playful tug of the hair at the back of his neck, hard enough to move his head a bit but not hard enough to hurt. “i’ve definitely got him on the roster.” her eyes slink to his, daring him to say something more. “and i don’t think he’d have any hangups about me.” unlike you. “who knows, we could be sleeping in the same bed tomorrow night.” she might be pushing it, but she wants josh to know there’s some urgency in their timeline. things change lightning fast in here, relationships one day unrecognizable the next, one of them could be walking out of here soon for all they knew, casa amore is looming closer… there’s no time like the present, plus jenny’s hopeless when it comes to delayed gratification. if they’re gonna act, it should be now. 

she glances back at him over her shoulder, “comes before, what? us having sex?” whether he intended to or not, his phrasing implies a ‘when,’ not an ‘if.’ her gaze dips from his eyes to his lips, close enough that she could easily lean in but she abruptly faces forward instead, rolling her shoulders and shimmying away some of the tightness in her own muscles before tensing again at his touch. the good sort of tense, full of anticipation and wanting. “you mean to tell me you didn’t think you’d be here, giving a cute little blonde a massage and turning her down in the same breath? go figure.” his hands are big and strong though they skirt gently along her skin, smoother than she’d expected as they knead into her shoulders. a moan slips, not entirely unintentionally from her lips as her head lolls forward. “mmm, that feels so good, josh,” she hums, eyes fluttering closed as she scoots back until her ass is pressed against him, a wanton smile on her lips. “keep going.” 

—

“ HE DOESN’T LIKE ME. ”   it feels like an important distinction :   maddox was the one that took naomi on a date before josh had even met him, and it’s maddox that made friends with snakey seb and clearly made out with naomi just to piss him off. in another life they could’ve been friends, especially if they both lived in town, but here it’s clear that they’re only rivals.   “ he probably wouldn’t, ”   josh says, assuming maddox is the type that would drop mimi quickly for a shiny new toy.   “ but you’d only have until the next girl bombshell comes in, before his eyes wander. though he’d be crazy to take you out of his sight. ”   maybe he’s projecting, just a little. mention of a potential recoupling has his anxiety spike for just a second, before he’s pushing the thought out of his head. that’s the last thing that belongs in there right now. 

“ maybe. ”   he’s never felt like so much of a fucking tease, like one of the girls that would string him along to take him on a few days before letting him take them back to his place. it makes him feel stupid more than anything, especially as she presses herself into him, only a few layers of fabric separating them. he feels stupid for hesitating, even as his entire body heats up, the sounds coming from her mouth piercing through his chest.   “ jesus christ, ”   he mutters under his breath, feeling a stirring in his body that he’s trying  ( and failing )  to ignore. his hands press down harder into her skin, kneading a little more roughly. josh doubts she’ll mind.   “ how’s this ? ”   his breath is warm against her neck, hips arching a little to feel more of her. god, he’s going to hell.

[whoinwhoville]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tenth Doctor (duplicate)/Rose Tyler Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: UST, married, Torchwood - Freeform, delayed gratification, Sexual Frustration, not explicit, Crack, Fluff, Fluffy McFluff, Silly, unrealistic probably Series: Part 8 of Timepetalsprompts Summary:

He's teaching by day, she's defending the Earth by night. And they are both about to burst.

Written for @timepetalsprompts prompt, “Sex Time”.

She stumbled into their flat, barely remembering to flip the deadbolt lock on the front door. The brightness of eight am light hurt her stinging, exhausted eyes, so she stumbled to the window and drew the drapes. She knew she should eat something — considering she hadn’t eaten in well over 14 hours — but right now, sleep was her number one priority. She collapsed onto the sofa, one leg and one arm hanging off.

But then her husband made an appearance.

She peeled one eye open.

His hands were pushed into the pockets of his brown pinstriped trousers. He was wearing the glasses. And his hair was perfect. In a word, he was gorgeous. And doing that thing with his eyebrow. And that half smile thing.

But she didn’t feel a single tingle. No butterflies in her belly. No prickles on her neck or flushed cheeks or building heat or— anything.

He leaned over, and kissed her jaw. “Oh, I missed you last night. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. The bed was so cold.”

“Takemetobed,” she slurred, eyes drifting shut again.

He hummed happily. “Your wish is my command.”

She smiled lazily as he pulled her off of the sofa, and led her into their bedroom. “Gonna feel so good. Close the blinds,” she ordered quietly. “Need it dark.”

“Mmmmm. You do like it dark, don’t you?” He removed his tie as he scurried to the window. “Love the dark. Dark is brilliant. Well, not brilliant. Unbrilliant.”

She laughed quietly. “Love it when you ramble.”

By the time he’d undressed down to bare skin, she was in bed. He spooned up to her, but instead of warm, smooth skin, he felt tough, battle-ready fabric.

“Let me help you take your clothes off,” he whispered into her ear as he skimmed his palm over her chest.

She sighed. But not in the good way. “Have a good day, Doctor. Don’t blow anything up in chemistry lab and remind those flirty girls that wink at you in lecture that you’re married. See ya tonight,” she mumbled. Quiet little snuffling snores replaced her slurred words.

“But… but…” he whinged, “I thought…” and rolled onto his back. “Do I have time for a cold shower?” he groaned to himself.

oOo

He knocked on their door too tired to pull out either his sonic or his keys. He knew the door was opening, but his eyes were closed.

“You’re finally home. Students give you a bad time?”

“Worse. Staff meeting.”

“My poor Doctor.” Her voice was husky and thick. “Let make it all better.” She tugged him inside, and kicked the door shut. Using her signature move, she grabbed his lapels and pulled him into a deep, heated kiss.

He made a happy sound in his throat as their kiss increased in intensity and now she was trailing her finger down his chest and he could smell her perfume and her hair was soft against his neck and her lips were skimming his throat and she wasn’t wearing very much at all if his sensitive touch was sending the proper signals to his brain and oh her tongue was dancing a samba…

She pulled away with one final tug of his lower lip. “Could hardly wait for you to get home. Been thinking about you ever since I woke up. Had to keep my hands busy even. Was tempted to take care of it myself, but want you to do it. And I had the best dreams last night, well today. You were touchin’ me. Felt so good.” She moaned quietly into his neck.

Even though his body was beginning to thrum with desire, his feet were like lead, unable to move himself further into their flat. He finally opened his eyes at the feeling of her warm, wet lips dropping open-mouthed kisses behind his ear.

She pulled back a little bit. “You like?” Rose traced a finger along the edge of the sheer, black bustier.

His fingers had been right. See-thru black silk and lace was all that separated his fingers from her skin. “Oh, I like.” His voice was thick and heavy and a bit hoarse.

“You know, lingerie isn’t really meant to be worn. It’s meant to be taken off. Or… I could leave it on, and you could just slip me out of these.” She hooked her thumbs under the lace that trimmed the minuscule scrap of silk. “Don’t know how much longer I’m gonna be able to hold off. Need to feel you right… here.” She draped her arms around his neck and pushed her hips into him.

He grabbed her bum and pulled her into him even more closely. Rose slipped a hand between their bodies, unzipped his trousers, and then slid her hand inside and teased him before slowly stealing her touch away.

She looked up at him through hooded eyes, grabbed his tie, and led him into their bedroom. “Why don’t you freshen up a bit.” She struck a sexy pose on the bed. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Oh, I like surprises,” he said, ducking into the en suite. He looked at the stubble on his face, and ran his hand over it.

“I’m waiting…” she sing-songed from their bed. “And I’m very, very ready.”

“Keep that,” he yawned, “sexy see-thru top thing on. I like it.”

He sprayed shaving foam into his hand, and spread it over his face, quickly running his razor across the skin. He yelped. Red spread through the white foam.

“You okay?” she called.

“Cut myself shaving.” He yawned again.

“Why you shavin’ while I’m here waiting?” she said. “Might have to take care of things myself if you don’t hurry up.”

“You like it when I’m smooth.”

“I like it better when you’re in bed.”

He splashed the remaining foam off of his face, satisfied with the shoddy shaving job. And yawned. Again. He brushed his teeth yawning through the toothpaste foam. And splashed on cologne. And yawned.

He rounded the corner, peeling off his clothes, but stopped in his tracks at the sight of his wife reclining, arms stretched above her head. Somehow, she’d managed to shackle herself to the headboard. He growled as she shifted her legs seductively.

“Do whatever you want to me, but you’d better do it fast because I’m about to come just lookin’ at you.”

“Oh, I’ll make you come alright, but it won’t be fast.”

She moaned again with a little twist of her hips. “Tease.”

“Oh yes.” He slid up her body, his lips leading the way beginning at her thighs. He dropped little open mouthed, slow kisses, dangerously close to where she wanted his touch the most, but he passed right on by, and teased a smile against her hipbone when she whimpered.

“Lower,” she begged.

“You’re the one who cuffed yourself. You’re the one who put me…” (a hard suck below her bellybutton) “in…” (a kiss and a nip to the soft underside of her breast) “charge.” He made a mark on her collarbone.

“I’m sorta regretting that decision now.”

“No take-backs. It’s a rule.”

“Sod the rules.”

“Nope. A rule is a rule. I want to take my time. It’s been too long. Five weeks, four days, twenty-one hours, and three minutes since we’ve been in bed at the same time, without clothes on, Rose Tyler.”

The almost-frustrating feeling of her hard, pebbled nipple against his lips — separated by sheer silk — was mesmerizing. He yawned, completely content to keep his mouth right there. She arched her back pushing her breast against his lips, silently begging for more. And then he yawned.

“Get this thing off,” she begged. “The hooks are right in front.”

“Mmmm.” The sucking and rolling of his tongue slowed. And then stopped.

“More! Don’t stop!” she begged.

Quiet breathing against her chest replaced the heady feeling of his warm mouth and teasing teeth.

“Doctor?” She shimmied her chest.

No response.

“Doctor!” She repeated, louder.

“Rose…” he sighed. “Mmmm tired. Rubbish human biology.”

She groaned. “But… I’m… dying here!”

He fumbled to unlatch the cuffs, and then reached into the bedside table drawer. He handed his wife her favorite toy. “Here,” he managed through a snore.

“You are kidding me!” She groaned, and then hastily turned it on to the almost-highest setting. It was effective and quick, but definitely second best.

He hummed against her chest as she panted through her release. “Glad you came.”

oOo

The missed moments continued for a week. Nothing could keep either of them awake long enough to do the deed. They tried the specs of sex, lingerie, handcuffs, silk blindfolds, feathers, ice, hard and fast, slow and lazy, up against the wall, her on the kitchen counter, him in a chair, her on top, him behind, scissor-style, out on the balcony clothed from the top up — naked from the down overlooking the Thames, in the shower, on the sofa, in the back seat of their car in the car park, Barry White, Bolero… But for one or the other or both of them, it would end before it could really start.

oOo

The wind stole the plastic specimen bag from Rose’s fingers. She chased it as it skidded across the ground, trying to stop it with her foot, but it was gone. She swore, and then screamed.

“Okay, Tyler. What the bloody hell is going on?” Jake asked, scooping up a sample of orange goo from the pavement. “Get your head in the game.”

“I can’t take it any more!” she whimpered. She dug for a new sample bag and then held it out. Jake dropped the sludge into it, and Rose sealed it up. “I never see my husband anymore. Do you know when the last time was that we actually had a meal together? Or just sat and talked and watched telly? And don’t get me started on sex. We. Aren’t. Having. Any!” She whimpered. “I am so done! He’s gone all day while I’m sleepin’, and I’m gone all night while he’s sleeping’! And we have, maybe, one hour together in between times because I’m working these blooding long hours!”

“I don’t make the schedule, don’t yell at me about it.”

“I’m not yelling at you!” She yelled.

“Well it’s not my fault that you’re not getting laid!” he laugh-shouted.

“It’s obvious Gwen is getting some. She just had to go and get pregnant,” Rose bellowed.

“That was just mean, Rose. Knock it off.”

She whimpered and pushed her hair off of her face. “It’s been a month, Jake. A MONTH since we’ve shagged! I haven’t had one day off! And working twelve, fourteen, even twenty hours a day? I can’t take it anymore. It isn’t even the working nights bit. I don’t mind working nights. I just miss my husband. I miss the Doctor so much.”

Jake pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry Rose.”

“I’m gonna quit. I have to. I’ll become a barista. Or go work at Henrik’s folding jumpers. I’ll deliver newspapers. As long as we’re both working at the same time.”

“Rose Tyler, you’re the Defender of the Earth. You can’t quite. It’s a rule.”

“Don’t say that word, rule.” She whimpered.

“What’s wrong with rule?”

“Never mind.”

He laughed. “Something kinky, ain’t it?”

“Shut it, Jake,” she warned.

oOo

“Oi! Spaceman! You can’t just barge in! He’s on a call with the President!” Pete’s World Donna hollered as the Doctor stormed right past Pete Tyler’s PA.

“Pete, this is an emergency! Earth-shattering. No, universe threatening.” The Doctor’s fists were clenched, and his jaw, set.

“Pardon me, Madame President.” Pete covered the mouthpiece of the telephone.

“What’s going on? I can have a team ready in five minutes.”

oOo

Rose stumbled through the door, dropped her kit bag, and stumbled to the refrigerator. She pulled out a bottle of Vitex Relax, and downed it in one long draw. With a grimace, she binned the empty bottle of her least-favorite variety of the family business. A note on the counter caught her eye. Bedroom, she read aloud.

“Doctor?” she called out, toeing off her trainers.

There was no answer. Of course not. It was almost ten in the morning, and he was in the middle of giving a chemistry lecture.

She shuffled across the hardwood in her stocking feet into the bedroom. Their perfectly made bed was covered with rose petals, and a second note was on her fluffed pillow.

Take a hot bath.

Rose ran her hand through her limp hair, but smiled to herself as she walked into the en suite. A bath bomb was on the ledge of the tub — lavender and vanilla. Under the fragrant bath treat was another note.

Don’t fall asleep in the bath, but do relax.

Rose turned on the radio, listening to her favorite talk and music show as she soaked. She laughed a few times as the guest took on the three-biscuit challenge and stumped the caller as she sang an unrecognizable popular song.

Once she was good and wrinkly, she got out, prepared for bed, and pulled back the covers revealing a note and a blue silk chemise.

Sleep. You’re going to need your rest tonight. (winking smiley face). Sweet dreams.”

Rose shed her flannel pyjamas and slipped into the silk. Within moments, she was asleep, lulled by the scent of lavender and dreams of her husband.

oOo

“Hello.”

Rose awoke to a cheerful little finger-wiggling wave. “Hello.” She sat up, stretched, and yawned.

“How do you feel?”

“Fantastic. Best sleep I’ve had in ages. Where’d you get that bath bomb? It was magical.”

“I made it.”

“What?” She wrinkled her nose happily.

“Yep.”

“Thank you. It was lovely. Hey, what time is it?” She looked around for the clock. “You’re home early. It’s only six.”

“Yep.”

“No papers to grade? Students to tutor?”

“Nope. Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.”

She complied and felt something slip over her head.

You can open your eyes.”

“A lanyard?” She picked up the card dangling from the clip.

“Torchwood? The Doctor. Alpha Alpha. What does this mean?”

“I quit teaching, and I’ve finally joined up!”

“But you love teaching! You hate Torchwood!” She worried her lip.

“I don’t hate Torchwood. I hate rules.”

“I know some rules you seem to enjoy,” she teased.

“Well,” he tipped his head, “your rules are brilliant. Especially the handcuff and blindfold rules.”

Rose grinned, her tongue between her teeth.

“The uni doesn’t need me, not really. I can’t teach what I know anyway. Too advanced. I’d mess up the natural progression of scientific discovery. You need me more.”

She lunged at him. “I love you so much. Thank you.”

“And the best part is we’re going to be on the same team. No more opposite work schedules, love.”

“That’s not the best part.” Rose kissed the Doctor.

“It isn’t?”

“Nope. The best part is that we have time for sex now!”

[klaussnumbertwo]

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Diegosnumberfour:

When Diego tells him to shut up, he does, flinching a little and fighting the fast-as-a-shotgun-fire-flash, hardly any time to stop it, response of clamping his hands over his ears at the rise in his brother’s voice. That isn’t new. The first time it happened in Vietnam, all the had guys blamed it on the war, which was the easy explanation - and it probably hadn’t helped - but even before then, Klaus’ world was so very loud. Which is why he prefers the quiet.

He’s already mourning the lack of headphones in the 1960s. (They haven’t been invented yet, right? At least he doesn’t think so. He didn’t see any last time he was in this decade, not that he’d had much of a chance to.) The way they muffle things, put a layer of insulation between whatever’s going on out there and what’s going on inside his head, it’s like being underwater, floating and warm, a world apart. Even the pressure against his ears is a good thing, a friendly reminder. They’re probably among the modern comforts lost to 2019 that he’s going to miss the most, he thinks wistfully - if he doesn’t count that fancy purple vibrator Allison left stashed under her bed when she ditched the Academy for LA. (Not weird, because he’d only ever used it in the bathtub, which meant it had been washed by default. Sanitization is sanitization, baby.) Oh, and the drugs. Always the drugs. But he was going to get clean again anyway, right? Was going to really try this time. He was gonna make it stick.

Yeah, sure. 

Klaus knows that even with the dangling carrot of being able to talk to Dave as motivation, that probably wasn’t true. He loved Dave - loves Dave - but he also really loves coke, and Klaus has never been one for the long game. Delayed gratification can take it up the ass, as far as he’s concerned. (Or not, because that can actually be a good time, given everybody involved knows what they’re doing.) He was probably doomed to fuck it all up before he even said he was going to try, and the part of him that would have kind of wants to snap back at Diego that it’s his body, his choice, asshole, and start some kind of a scene right here outside of the bar about not being allowed to handle things his way. (Because where were you, Diego? Where were you the other five hundred times things went south? Why didn’t you give a shit about all the other guys who gave me twenty bucks for some head and a black eye after just because they could? Where the fuck were you then?) 

But Diego looks so upset that it doesn’t really seem fair to yell back at him. It would probably crush the guy. He needs a win - and it’s not like anything that he wishes was Diego’s fault really is - so Klaus stumbles to his feet, a full-on head-rush coming with it that has him grabbing at Diego’s arm, which kind of pulls the plug on any plan he had on being snotty about any of this anyway. His grip on Diego is the only thing that keeps him on his feet as his body flushes hot-cold, leaving his legs feeling like cherry jello, and he closes his eyes against it, gulping hard and holding up a finger, silently asking Diego to wait before going any further as Texas stars flash in front of his eyes. So on point.

“Hey-” Klaus swallows again, his mouth watering. He isn’t going to puke. He isn’t. Mostly because he doesn’t have a toothbrush in the 1960s yet and he doesn’t want to taste the few bites he had of that burrito for the rest of the night. “Care to share? Whatever’s going inside that perfectly faded head of yours, I can- I can help-” He gets that far before he groans out loud, curling in on himself even though he doesn’t mean to, and he bites his lip before continuing. Fuck standing, fuck taco-truck burritos, and fuck Five for knowing just enough about time travel to strand the two of them alone in 1961 twenty-four fucking hours after Klaus finally decided drug-free was the way to be.

Klaus is bent over a little, still hanging onto Diego’s arm while he waits for the feeling he might drop at any second to dissipate. “I can at least be the- the lookout or something, right? That worked out pretty well last time.”

His own bed. That sounds so very nice. He could collapse in it for days at this point and not even the fucking undead could wake him if they wanted to. The best part is that Diego has a way of saying things that almost makes him believe it’ll happen.

If he had to be stuck here with anyone, Klaus is glad it’s him.

“Woah, hey--” Diego grabs onto Klaus’s shoulder--and fuck he’s so goddamn thin, Diego makes a mental note to raid a fridge or two while he’s out gathering funds--”take it easy, man.”

He pushes Klaus’s curls away from his forehead to press the palm of his hand against clammy skin the way he remembers Mom doing for them when they were sick. Biting his bottom lip, he squints a little bit--does Klaus feel warm because he’s sick, or just because he’s alive? He shifts for a moment to press his hand against his own forehead, scowling because it doesn’t really clear things up at all. Sure, Diego thinks his skin feels a little cooler, but maybe that’s a thing? He’d heard once that it was impossible to tickle yourself, that your body was accustomed to its own movements and knew what to expect, maybe it’s impossible to really gauge your own body heat because all of your skin is already calibrated to that temperature?

He drops his hand with a sigh, deciding it probably doesn’t matter at the moment anyway. They’ve kind of got bigger fish to fry, and it’s not like Diego could do anything right then even if Klaus was getting sick. Though he does add Motrin to the quickly growing list just in case--he certainly hopes they had Motrin in the ‘60s, but figures that if push comes to shove he can just rummage around in some medicine cabinets and pocket all the non-narcotics he can grab.

He huffs a laugh, pulling Klaus’s arm up and around his shoulder so he can lean against Diego in a way that he hopes is more comfortable.

“No look out necessary this time.” 

Diego can’t deny it’s tempting to take him up on it--the idea of leaving Klaus alone right now, when he’s clearly not feeling well and they’re in a strange place and a strange fucking time sets something buzzing unpleasantly in his ribcage--but he’s not willing to risk it. He’s had a lot of close calls over the years, and he’s had the time and the, well, practice to figure out exactly how not to get caught. He’s aware that Klaus can take care of himself, and he’s crafty as all hell, his--unconventional--charm and quick tongue likely getting him out of just as much trouble as it gets him in to, but--

But they’ve been having shitty luck--well, extra shitty luck--tonight, and there’s just no way Diego is going to tempt fate into taking any more pot shots at Klaus. Besides, getting Klaus somewhere safe without any further incidents is the ideal option, but if push does come to shove and Diego somehow gets cornered by some Texan fuck who sees shooting a Mexican as more sport than murder, he’ll at least know his failure won’t end up taking Klaus down along with him. Klaus doesn’t need him--never has needed him, as evidenced by the way he swans in and out of Diego’s life like it’s nothing, never sticking around long enough to give Diego any real opening to offer his help.

“This is gonna be easy as pie, I promise. I just gotta jimmy a few locks, rummage around a little, we’ll get a nice stockpile going while we figure things out. Shit, man, I bet people in the ‘60s didn’t even have alarm systems, you just gotta give me an hour, two at the most while you hold down the fort for us, okay?”

[gregoryferrell]

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[curieminery96]

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[geoffreywalton]

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Rishab Bajaj drove in and noticed that Kukki's car was not in the driveway. Huh, as far as he knew, she was supposed to be home. He called for Prerna was soon as Smithson let him inside.  Prerna came down the stairs in a chiffon red sari: That's it for tonight, Mr. Smithson. Please tell the staff, that will be all, thank you.  Smithson nodded and left.  Rishab stopped himself from staring: Uh. I was asking...where is Kukki? Prerna looked at him suggestively: It's Valentine's Day, Mr. Bajaj. I don't expect that you remembered.  Rishab pressed his temples, his heart racing in alarm: Are you telling my that my teenager is on a date!? God, Prerna! She's still a child! Who's the boy? It's not that hipster Ruslan kid, is it? Is it a school dance? You let him take her on his own!? Prerna rolled her eyes: Stop panicking! Kukki is NOT on a date. We ARE. She is having a sleepover at Stephanie's.  Rishab sighed in relief and hugged Prerna: Oh, thank God, Mrs. Bajaj. I thought I would have to get out my revolver.  Prerna smiled on his shoulder: She will date eventually, Rishab, you can't stop it forever. She's not a little girl anymore. This is the age.  Rishab was tracing the line on Prerna's back: She's a child! Prerna: She's a teenager. This is when they start having crushes. But enough of that. She's fine and away for the night. And you and I, Mr. Bajaj, will have a private night in cause it's Valentine's Day. So let's not ruin the mood.  Rishab smiled, calm now: Doesn't mean I am okay with her dating before she's 40 though.  Prerna smiled: We are going to have a chat about this soon. Not tonight. Come and freshen up, I have a surprise for you. Prerna was waiting at the dinner table which was all set-up beautifully when Rishab came back down. He sat next to her at the corner of the long table and they looked on in silence. Prerna smiled at him, her face resting on her palm: Say something.  Rishab: Aap kush hai na? Prerna leaned her head: Bohot.  Rishab: Aapki kushi mere liye saabse jaayada maine rakhte hai. Prerna teased: Other than Kukki not dating, of course. Rishab smirked: Other than that.  Prerna: Yes, I am happy, despite the fact that you forgot Valentine's Day this year, husband (Rishab nodded). Let's have dinner before it gets cold and just stay in, I don't get to spend enough time with you.  Prerna was busy taking the tops off all the dishes.  Rishab softly: I never forget, Mrs. Bajaj.  Prerna looked at him in confusion.  He took out a small box and placed it in front of her on the table: Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. Prerna Bajaj.  Prerna's jaw dropped: Mr. Bajaj, it's Garrard's!  Rishab shrugged. Prerna: Oh, you didn't have to do all that...I was just teasing... Rishab put a finger on her lips and traced them: Open it, you might not even like it.  Prerna opened it in reverence: Hardly think I would not like anything from Garrard's...oh!  Rishab watched her face silently: I gather you like it then? Prerna sighed: It's perfect. But Mr. Bajaj, just flowers would do.  Rishab took the diamond bracelet and put it gently around her wrist and kissed it.  Prerna pulled back a few lost moments later: Now my surprise will seem very unimaginative. Rishab, seriously: I doubt that very much.  Prerna smiled shyly: I am wearing my surprise.  Rishab, appreciatively: It's a beautiful sari.  Prerna blushed: Not the sari.  Rishab's words caught in his throat: R-right.  Prerna served a dish: Dinner first, I think, then...  Rishab: I can't eat knowing that, Prerna. (He tried to take her hand, but she pulled back).  Prerna: No. Rishab sighed.  Prerna was taking a blissfully long time with her strawberries and cream after dinner. Rishab, grimly: You are enjoying this. Prerna smiled: More than you know.  Rishab: I didn't make you suffer for your present, Mrs. Bajaj.  Prerna: Delayed gratification and all that. I have to outdo your present now, Mr. Bajaj.   Rishab: You are incorrigible.  She smiled and ignored him. At last, she stopped playing with her food and looked at him: Undo me then.  Rishab turned her around and undid her blouse: All the staff are gone? Prerna threw her head back, he hair falling over his shoulder: Um-hmm.  His warm breath swept over her neck as he pulled on to his lap. He traced her new La Perla piece, all across the bodice.  Rishab: You have outdone yourself today, Mrs...Bajaj.  Prerna resting her head against him, her eyes closed, her pulse picking up: You like it? Rishab smiled, sinking into her clavicle: Do I... Mary Barton

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