#feat. darcy

[greengideon]

👀 do you believe darcy that the diner is haunted?

"I believe that it's good for the youth to have hobbies so if it keeps her out of further trouble then sure, we're haunted." @darcyxanthonyx

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

[sezja]

💖

[darcyxanthonyx]

🎉 A happy song for my muse

Alone Together by fallout boy

This song makes her think of @jamesonxcassidy @jaceberg @finn-brooks and Evie when she was here 🥹

[multiesmuses]

⠀ * @trustrage asked — “  personally ?  I  would not  let  that  slide .   ” for darcy !

⠀ gaze settles on emerald, brows furrowing as lips open, but no words come forth before head shakes and optics scrunch closed for a brief moment, " no : you'd invade new york with an alien army, right? you know, therapy does wonders for daddy issues, " she pauses, fingers clamping 'round fries from the tray in-front of her, before dropping them into her mouth, chewing loudly, " might sort out this whole ' hot topic ' shit you've got going on. "

[sunny-arts-blog]

A comm I did for @dreamtydraw! Feat Qiu and Darcie!!

[piratekane]

7 or 8

eight: i heard you talking in your sleep

Ava waits impatiently, drumming her fingertips against her knee as Bea moves around the kitchen. A jar of peach preserves lands on the table in front of her, followed by a knife. She follows strong fingers up to strong arms and shoulders, finally meeting Bea's eyes.

"Yes?" she asks innocently.

"If you're just going to sit there, be useful."

Ava beams. "As you wish." She doesn't linger on the pretty blush that rushes across Bea's face, granting her an ounce of mercy. She knows Bea appreciates it. But it doesn't stop Ava from saying it every chance she can, since they watched The Princess Bride a few nights ago. She knows Bea found it romantic.

And maybe Ava is pushing this line they're drawn between each other, but she can't resist nudging it forward, seeing how far she can get before Bea just admits that there's something going on. She's never good at knowing when to leaving something alone.

She pops out of her seat at the same time the toast pops in the ancient toaster that came with their apartment. She dances across the kitchen, her hands ghosting Bea's hips as she stands at the stove, watching their eggs cook. She feels Bea shiver a little but tries her best to focus her attention on spreading preserves against the toast.

She doesn't last long.

"Good dreams last night?" she asks innocently.

Bea's breath hitches. A normal person - someone not obsessed with every minute detail of Beatrice - wouldn't notice. But Ava has never felt less normal than she does when she's around Bea. And for carrying a Holy Weapon under her skin, that's a pretty big feat.

"Fine," Beatrice says after a second. "Why?"

Ava abandons the toast, all pretenses gone. She turns around, pressing the small of her back into the counter behind her.

"Oh, just wondering," she sings. She purses her lips, counting the seconds in her head. One, two, three, fo-

Bea turns, a spatula in her hand. "Why are you wondering?"

Ava shrugs casually. "Just wondering," she repeats.

Ava - an expert at Bea's facial tics and the way she breathes and the way her fingers curl around something - doesn't miss the slight sigh as Bea reins in the trickle of frustration she's feeling.

Bea's eyes narrow. "If you have something to say, you should-"

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

Bea inhales sharply. Ava catalogs it, adding it the ever-growing list of things she loves about Beatrice.

"I wasn't aware," Bea says in a measured voice. But Ava sees the way her hand tightens around the spatula. The eggs sizzle behind her. "I hope it didn't keep you up."

It did. But Ava hadn't cared. She had propped her head up on her elbow and watched Bea in the moonlight, mouth moving as she breathed out things Ava was sure she'd never say out loud. It took everything in her not to wake Bea up.

"It wasn't a big deal." She turns back to the quickly-cooling toast, smiling to herself. She can feel the tension radiating off Bea from five feet away. She smiles to herself, resists the urge to bounce on the tips of her toes. She counts. One, two, thr-

"Do you- Uh, do you remember what I said?"

Ava looks back over her shoulder, schooling her face into something casual. "Oh, the usual stuff. Ava, you need to try harder. Ava, take this seriously." She watches Bea's shoulders - coiled and high up near her ears - start to relax. "Ava, I want to kiss you."

Bea's whole body goes rigid. Ava is sure that if she was any stronger, the spatula would crack in her hand. She fights a smile and gently crosses the room, curling her hand around Bea's and loosening her grasp on the spatula. It's their only one.

"I'm sure that I-" Bea swallows. "I'm sure that's not what I said."

"Oh, it definitely is." Ava doesn't pull her hand away from Bea's. Instead, her replaces the spatula with her own hand. "But in a very dignified way. Like Mr. Darcy. That's the guy, right?" She takes a small step in, watching in delight as Bea takes a step back. She's dangerously close to the stove so Ava reaches around her, turning the burner off. "It was flattering."

Bea's face is bright red, freckles like stars across her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," she breathes, voice laced with something Ava might call shame. She frowns. That's not what she wanted. But Bea sees her frown and rushes to add, "It's not my intention to make you uncomfortable. And we- It's just been the two of us. I-" Her eyes start to shimmer. "I cannot apologize enough. I understand if you- I'll sleep on the couch."

"Woah, slow down." Ava ducks her head to catch Bea's eyes. She brushes her thumb across Bea's knuckles. Her other hand hovers over Bea's hip but she doesn't dare let it fall yet. "I'm not mad."

Bea blinks a few times. "I understand if you-"

"I'm not mad or uncomfortable," she interrupts. Bea's mouth snaps closed audibly. She looks down at her hand hovering and back up at Bea. She searches Bea's eyes and finds something that lets her know it'd be okay to touch Bea. Her hand lands lightly against her hip. She watches Bea fight off a shiver. "Actually, I'm..."

"Don't say flattered," Bea says in a halting voice, like she's pulling the words out from clenched teeth.

Ava smiles softly. "I won't say that, then." She strokes her thumb across Bea's hipbone. She can't hide the shiver this time. "How about I say... I've been waiting for you to say that."

Bea's eyes widen slightly, her mouth falling open. "You..."

"Me." Ava lowers her hand to Bea's other hip. This time when she steps in, Bea doesn't step back. "And if it's a relief, really. Because I was worried I was the only one feeling this. But I'm not. Right?" A tendril of doubt ripples through her. Maybe she read it wrong.

But Bea just stares at her for a moment before she shakes her nearly imperceptibly. Relief blossoms in her chest.

"Cool. Cool, cool." Ava's smile starts slow but spreads wide. She takes another step in. She can see the panic in Bea's eyes and she wants it to disappear. Her hand tighten a little more purposefully. "So I think we have two options, right? The first is that we totally forget this conversation happened and the next time you start talking in your sleep, I'll ignore it."

Bea's throat bobs as she swallows. "And the second option?"

"I kiss you right now."

"Oh," Bea breathes.

"Oh," Ava echoes with a smile. Bea doesn't move, seemingly frozen. Ava knows she needs to be gentle, to approach this like she's trying to convince a fawn to come closer. So she lifts a hand, rests it against Bea's cheek, and smiles. "Beatrice, I'm going to kiss you."

She doesn't wait. She follows the words right to Bea's lips, pressing her own softly against them. Bea is frozen underneath her and Ava thinks about pulling back before Bea moves, coming alive. Her hand curls around Ava's neck, pulling her back in those few precious inches Ava had put between them. It feels like a long stretch in a patch of sunlight, like coming home and taking off her shoes, like sliding into fresh sheets.

The kiss ebbs into a smile and they stay pressed together like that for a moment before Ava tips her head back, pressing an even softer kiss to Bea's forehead.

"Oh," Bea says again.

Ava smiles. "Same."

"I've been waiting for you to do that," Bea admits. "I couldn't- It couldn't be me."

Ava strokes her thumb across Bea's cheek. "Well, now we've done it. And we're going to keep doing that." It isn't a question, but Bea nods anyway. "In fact, we're going to start right now."

"But breakfast is-"

Ava leans in, stopping the rest of the words. She's never wanted a meal less in her life. Bea doesn't seem to hesitate either, kissing her back instantly. Ava smiles and feels Bea's fingers flex on her neck and feels like they could face anything together and win every time.

[hippolotamus]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🪩

tagged by the always lovely and talented @dangerpronebuddie 🔪 @loveyouanyway 💔 @diazsdimples 💖 definitely go read their snips!

Thanks to some prodding from James (and inspo from the tune that goes with this scene) Mirrorball fic has made a return (*chants to self* please stay, please stay, please stay) This scene happens way after anything posted so far. Nonetheless, master list of snippets and lore here. Bon appetit or whatever

Chim taps on the screen, opening Buck’s message and lets out a disbelieving huff. He scrubs at his chin, occasionally flicking his gaze up to Buck then back down to his phone. This goes on for what must be a solid minute before Buck’s curiosity and impatience get the best of him.  “What?”  Chim pockets his phone and looks at Buck, really looks at him. A piercing and disarming stare that makes him squirm, and not in a good way. It’s not often that this side of Chim shows up. The part that’s more like an older brother, loving and caring for Buck even when he probably doesn’t want to. Buck knows he should be more grateful, but right now he really hates it. He wishes Chim would go back to teasingly calling him a dumbass about whatever ridiculous thing he did or said.  “I know you’re not asking me that right now. Like, I’ve always known you weren’t the brightest sometimes, but jeez, Buckaroo, I didn’t think you were this stupid.” Buck resolutely stares at his shoes, at the album covers and other kitschy knick knacks decorating Chim’s small office, at the imaginary dirt under his fingernails. Anywhere but at the man in front of him. “Have you tried talking to him, Buck? Like actually talking to him.” “No need,” Buck sniffs, aiming for nonchalant and missing by a mile. “He made it pretty clear how he feels about things. About us.” He crosses his arms defensively and bites the inside of his cheek. He’s done crying over Eddie. (Okay, he’s not, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let himself do it in front of Chim.) “You don’t think that maybe there’s a chance-” “I don’t have anything to say to him!” He curls his hands into fists, digging the nails into his palm. “And there isn’t a damn thing he could say that I wanna hear from him right now. Or ever.” Nothing except I’m sorry, I was wrong. I fucked up and I didn’t mean it. I love you.  “He made his choice and now I have to deal with that. Because I still have shit to do. If this is how I choose to make sense of it all in my head, Chim, then so be it. So.” His breaths are ragged and shallow, his voice trembling. He swipes away the tears beginning to escape before they can roll down his cheek. “Are you going to do this for me or not?” Chim studies him for a moment and Buck thinks he’s about to get an earful. Except he doesn’t.  “Yeah.” Chim sighs, clapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Buckaroo. I’ll take care of it.”

The Tunes™️

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@thewolvesof1998, @watchyourbuck, @wildlife4life anyone else who wants to 😘

[emie-emeli]

The fall of a princess and the rise of the witch.

Princess Iciobeth (Icy) of Whisperia, witch of ice and descendant of the ancestral witch of the north Belladonna.

More info about her :

Born in May 5th 1986, 34yo

She/her lesbian

Former princess of Whisperia, the twin planet of Domino

Have the ability to control ice, snow, cold temperatures and can manipulate the weather. She can turn people into ice statues or literal icebergs at some points

She lost her right arm and was severly burned during the fall of Whisperia (she's the only survivor of this). She created a new arm made of ice (ofc) and it can resist to high temperatures (it can't be melted or shattered)

Was once, the lover of Daphne, the former guardian of the Dragon flame and fairy of the Golden Flame. Everything changed after the fall of Whisperia.

Leader of the Trix ( maybe ?)

Her personality is similar to the OG but I wanted to go deeper on her take and backstory in s8, I kinda liked the parallel between her and Bloom but I wanted more developpement into it so in my rewrote more I worked on it, more it turned into doomed yuri between Icy and Daphne ahah... :c

I love how her design turned, you already have a glimpse of how Winx : Origins Darcy will look but I can't wait to show you my take on Stormy and Darcy designs :)

See you soon

Basically this song would be the Trix theme in my AU

[holleydoodles]

A couple sessions ago in our Frostmaiden game our party found themselves in a pretty sticky situation, and Rhys was about to sacrifice himself to buy everyone else some time.

Thankfully Evander has the Sentinel feat and our DM let him use it to grab on tight and stop him 🥺🥺

Featuring:

Rhys: @topbanana-art ’s sweet half orc fighter

Evander: my panicked earth genasi paladin

Cleo: @zombieoctopus’s currently-firbolg-but-actually-changeling bard

Darcy: @kroovv’s four-armed firbolg wizard

Quil: @rbillustration’s wood elf/ice block wiiizzard???

[mariinawrites]

Wanted for Pleasure - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, neck kisses, dom Simon Riley, Angst

Recommended songs to listen while reading: Melting by Kali Uchis, Stay by Ari Abdul, Wild Horse by Darci, West Coast by Lana Del Rey

Word Count: 5,100~ (approximately)

A/N: Something about seeing Simon as a detective gets me in a chokehold oh my god. Have funsies! Minors do not interact!

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Being a detective at your local police department was not an easy feat. Every single day consisted of such heavy work and many files to take care of and to file properly, as well as capture many criminals in the district along with your temporary team. You pride yourself on your sharp instincts and relentless pursuit of justice. As a seasoned investigator, you really saw it all – murders, robberies and a long ongoing string of complex cases that always had you putting your skills to the test. 

By your superior, you were just recently assigned to a high-profile task force within the police department. A little intimidated by it, only because the group was full of well respected detectives. You were grateful your superior finally recognized your good and hard accomplished work to even assign you there. It would be a new chapter for you, and you didn’t want to mess up at all. Walking into the room where the task force was located, you scouted your eyes around the room clutching your brown box full of desk belongings and unfinished criminal files jumbled in there. You counted 7 desks with each detective working, not lifting their eyes from their screen to even acknowledge your arrival, as one desk was fully empty ready for you to use, all the way in the back, secluded, just the way you liked it. 

You place your box on your new desk as you quietly started placing things in their respective places, as your superior walks in full of energy. It was too early, being 8:00 am, to be that energetic. He took a grand sip from his coffee cup in his hand as he placed it on a pile of papers as he clapped to get everyones’ attention. 

“Okay everyone, listen up!” He exclaimed.

“We have a new addition to the team, and she is another fellow detective transferred from the other force. Now, treat her as a part of you all now, include her in missions and no sabotaging funny business you hear!” He said aggressively, causing you to smile gently as you stood up to introduce yourself.

“I hope we can all work together well, nice to meet you all!” You said nicely towards all your new accomplices as you gave a warm smile to each fellow detective, as some returned the same, until you reached the last detective. Your smile fades slowly as you realize who is there. Your breath hitches slightly as you sit back down slowly. 

Your ex-boyfriend Simon Riley.

What the hell is he doing there? You thought.

You were known for your unwavering dedication to your job, but nothing had tested your resolve like the day your heart shattered. Once, you and Detective Simon Riley had shared a love that burned brighter than the sun itself. But now, all that remained were the charred remains of broken memories and shattered trust. It broke you, broke you so much you had to take a couple months off, claiming you were on “sick leave.” 

Things ended between you two so abruptly, considering he was the one who ended it after you found out he cheated on you supposedly with another member from another task force, in that same damn police department you were in presently. You were dumb to even start a relationship with him, but oh did you love this man more than anything else in the entire world. He was a man of very few words and was rather cold and mysterious, your mind was all in a frenzy not knowing what to do next as you clutch your pen in your hand, trying to get started to file documents, but you can’t. 

You were too focused on realizing that you were now forced to work with your ex boyfriend, and the fact that you still couldn’t get over him, despite it being 3 years ago. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, no matter how hard you tried over the years, you could never get over him. You were forced to succumb and bury the heartbreak you felt as well as the feelings you still miraculously still had for him. This was all too fast for you to process, you didn’t know what to do next, hell, you couldn’t even look up because you were afraid he was staring at you, which would’ve been absolutely awkward. 

Your hands started to grow cold as you felt your stomach twisting, giving you the feeling that you had to throw up. You shot up quickly as you grabbed your jacket from your chair as you burst through the door to the bathroom, having 3 team detectives look up confused at your sudden action. Simon did not even bother caring, as he lit a cigarette from his leather jacket pocket, shooting a few puffs upwards as he analyzed a murder case file simultaneously. 

Clutching the bathroom sink, you splashed water on your face to wake you up. You couldn’t possibly be feeling like this. This would hinder your profession and possibly, your superior could notice the change in your work ethic and send you out, which would be really embarrassing. It couldn’t be that bad, just work with the team as if there was nothing between you and Simon. Easy right?

Wrong.

You dried your face as you paced from side to side in the small bathroom, thinking of a good way for an entrance back to your desk without feeling queasy again. You decided to hype yourself up and not be cooped up in the bathroom as you left, making way to the office again. Pushing the door open slightly, not to disturb anyone else working, you quickly went back to your seat and sat down without gathering any attention to yourself, as you began filing a report for one of the cases you were assigned to. 

As you were too engulfed in working on the case file while simultaneously concealing the feelings you were battling in your mind, as well as processing the fact that you are now forced to work with your ex boyfriend Simon Riley, this thought reminding you every waking second of the day, You hear a heap stack of files be placed on your desk with a huge thud, startling you. Darting your eyes up to see who it is, it is none other than Simon himself, staring at you with an icy cold stare that broke into you, making you feel absolutely small under his gaze. He slapped the giant pile of files he placed while playing with a cigarette hanging loosely from the side of his mouth, a scar apparent on the side of his lip. 

“File these in the cabinets, alphabetically, get to it.” He said with no emotion whatsoever, making you wanna disintegrate right then and there, as he leaves the office with his leather jacket over his shoulder. You scoff and stare at the massive amount of files he left there, resembling an entire jenga tower, it’s like you were some maid of his. 

Who the fuck does he think he is. You thought angrily. 

You huff in defeat as you continue to file all these documents in their respective places, you eventually lose track of time.

[Same night - 12:30 am]

You yawn lazily as you start staring at the clock, reading 12:30 am, you rubbed your eyes and slumped into your chair stretching yourself, as you gaze around the room lightly, seeing only you in the entire office, feeling envious of the other members having finished their work early. This was Simon’s fault, giving you more work than you already had, considering he was the first to leave, he could’ve done the alphabetical filing himself, but no, he had to dump it on the newbie of the team. 

You were happy with yourself despite the situation, considering the fact you were always an organized person, so everything was in order and in place, just how you liked it. Getting up and packing your bag with your things, you yank your jacket off the seat and leave the office, closing the lights and locking the door behind you. 

This is fucking overtime. You thought, as you were not liking the fact you stayed so late because of a certain someone, even though it is your job as a detective, it irked you because this meant you missed the premier of your favorite show on your TV at home. Walking out of the empty police department to your car, the parking area was all empty, giving you an eerie feeling that you weren’t so alone, like you imagined, and that someone was still around, despite it being so quiet. You thought nothing of it as you were too tired to go and scout the area, so you just decided to ignite your car and zoom off home.

As you left, you couldn’t help but still think that someone was staring at you when you were at the parking lot, even though it was empty. It creeped you out a little but you thought none of it as you gripped the steering wheel focusing on the road. Little did you know, someone was there staring at you when you left, and it was the man himself, Simon. Watching your every move as you left, while he stayed hidden behind a tall tree near the parking lot, once again, smoking another cigarette while leaning against his motorcycle. 

He couldn’t lie to himself, he was just a little shocked you were transferred to his team, but nonetheless, it ended between you two because of his stupid decisions. He messed up, but at the same time, he can’t bare to see you with anyone else. He wanted you all to himself. Despite ruining what you both had, and having you absolutely heartbroken, he claimed in his mind that he did what he did to you to protect you, by pushing you away from him. This backfired, considering that now, he can’t get you out of his mind. And now that you both are forced to work with each other, it will make it all the more harder for him. Which is why now, he was closely watching you, from a distance, like a hawk, ready to attack if anything comes your way to harm you. Like your guardian angel. You were his first love, and he was not going to get that taken away from him, regardless of the past. 

[Couple weeks later - Monday - 8:10 am]

Pouring yourself a 2nd cup of coffee as you went to sit down at your desk, yawning tiredly, turning on your computer and putting on your badge and name tag lanyard on, it was time to begin work with the first case of the day. Pulling out the file, it was labeled as an armed robbery case. And this file was directed under you. 

Setting up the documents, to make the explanation of the case easier on the cork board. You kindly began explaining to the other detectives, all while trying not to make eye contact with Simon, who was on your side listening intently to what you were saying. Which stressed you out a little, even though it has been a couple weeks since you were transferred.

“So, essentially, he was armed, and broke in about 15 minutes later, after the family had left for their camping trip.” You said strategically as you pointed to the board. You were breezing through this briefing to the others, and then assigned a part of the case to each detective to make the work easier, and to send the final report to your superior quicker and more efficiently. 

Simon did not like the idea of being told what to do, and you learnt that the hard way. He told you bluntly that he was going to work on this alone and that he didn’t want to negotiate, which irritated you immensely. He left the room without even giving you a chance to speak, angering you. You followed him all the way outside near the back door, where he lit a cigarette, blowing puffs as he stared up at the sky, irritating you even more. Bursting through the door, you pushed his shoulder. 

“What the fuck is your problem Simon?!” You exclaimed angrily. “All I am trying to is my job, and you are making this so fucking difficult with your bullshit-” You continued, as you pissed him off, which he then pinned you against the brick wall, holding your neck tightly, staring at you with the same icy look he gave you when you first joined. 

“Watch that fucking mouth.” He said sternly. “If I say I work alone, you abide by that, you understand?!” he said, raising his voice louder, you were not going to let him just step over you once more, since the breakup.

You pushed him off you with all your force as you backed away from him.

“This case is under my name and my jurisdiction so you’re gonna have to follow my rules, and not disobey them, even though you are such a hard-headed piece of shit, and you’ve always been that way!” You said sternly but had tears well up in your eyes. He just stared at you, with his hands in his pockets, not saying another word, feeling somewhat hurt by what you said. 

You left him there and went straight back inside as this deteriorated your mood immensely, making way to your desk, you quickly wiped your tears and continued to work on your tasks. You couldn’t let this bother you, he was not negotiating and that pissed you off, you didn’t think you would lash out on him like that. But it felt nice, to finally say something against him since the breakup.  

After finishing the report with your members you made your way to your superiors’ office to hand him the completed documents, to which he was delighted to receive. He sent you off work early, meaning you could go home. Packing up your things and leaving for the door, you see Simon walk in holding someone, by pinning their arms behind their back, telling them to quiet down, and it seemed like he captured a suspect for a certain case. 

Not that it was much business to you, so you briskly passed by him, however, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive his arm muscles looked, as they bulged through his tight shirt. Catching yourself shamelessly ogling at him, to which he noticed, you left for your car. As you sat in your car, you ringed up your best friend to come over that night. 

[Same Night - 9:30 pm]

“Uh okay…so like now you two are working together, what’s the big deal?” Your best friend asked as she shoved her face with a bunch of gummy worms making you sigh and slump into the couch.

“I know but dude, its been 3 years since the whole breakup.” You said as your best friend looked at you about to say something. 

“Wait a fucking minute…usually you are the type to forget things and you know, be in your new bitch arc everytime, but oh my god wait…do you still love him??!!” She said shockingly, having you widen your eyes, and have your brain in another frenzy.

“I can’t possibly..” You sigh as your eyes start tearing. Your best friend sighed as she came next to you and rubbed your back reassuringly.

“It’s okay, let it out.” she said softly as you started crying uncontrollably, it seemed like you have been holding all these tears since the day you found out he cheated on you, but at the same time, he was the only man at the time who made you feel loved, made you feel like such a princess. You had him wrapped around your finger, and he did everything you wanted him to. Despite his cold and rough personality, he was a giant care bear to you, and always was by your side whenever you needed, he loved you, and you loved him even more. And now, you were starting to miss him, the part where he cheated on you didn’t even bother you, you wanted him back. You needed him, you've had enough of this.

You got up and grabbed your jacket and keys and decided to drive to the police department, cause you had a feeling he was still there. Leaving to the door, it was heavily raining, your best friend knew what was going through your mind, and supported you. 

“Here, take the umbrella, be safe and don’t do anything you’ll regret, okay?” she said as you nodded with a gentle smile. 

“I’ll be fine, I just need to go see him.” You said, while giving her a tight hug as she nodded as you left through the door. 

Driving down the road to the police department, the sound of the rain heavily hitting the windows, and the sound of the windshield wipers calming you. You finally reached the police department as you parked your car and rushed inside scanning your employee card first, respecting the others who were working and on the job. Not making much noise as you entered the empty office, you can’t seem to find Simon anywhere, mentally cursing yourself if you have come too late.

You walk to his desk slowly and touch his coffee mug, which still felt hot, meaning he could still be there. Your eyes scan his desk until you find the corner of a photograph under a small pile of papers that caught your attention. Lifting the stack slowly to see the photograph, your heart sinks but flutters at the same time, which you couldn’t really comprehend how. Clutching the photograph, it was a picture of you and Simon together on your 1 year anniversary, at a park. You couldn’t believe he still had this picture, you had thought that after the breakup he would just get rid of everything, but you were wrong. 

He decided to keep it, and it wasn’t torn or ripped, it was in good condition after these couple of years. This brought tears to your eyes, and you were too focused on analyzing the photograph and reminiscing about how much fun it was back then, that you didn’t hear Simon walk in and catch you looking through his things.

“What are you doing?” He said sternly yet softly, walking towards you and taking the photograph from you, as he gently put it in the breast pocket of his jacket. You looked up at him and smiled gently and inched closer to him, closing the gap just a little bit more, causing him to be confused at first but later softened his gaze and looked at you with a saddened look. 

You didn’t care about what happened between you two, you were a firm believer in second chances and wanted to give him a second chance, if he wanted to. You wiped some of your tears and took his hand gently in yours. You knew Simon like the back of your hand so the saying ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater’ left your mind, he didn’t fit in that category, he was better than that. 

“Simon…” You said softly as he pulled you in a tight hug, catching you off guard. He felt warm, and his signature natural scent made its way to your nose, filling you to the brim with nostalgia and reminiscence of your past memories with him. Clutching him tighter, leaning your head on his chest as he looked down at you slightly, he didn't say a word but held you in his embrace tighter.

Your heart was beating fast as you pulled away from his grasp and looked at him while holding both of his hands in yours, gently rubbing with your thumb reassuringly. You wanted him to know how you really felt, so you were going to seize this moment, or else you’ll regret it later. As you were about to speak, he beat you to it, by clearing his throat.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything I did, I shouldn’t have never done what I did. I was clouded by judgment and was clouded by jealousy. I hated seeing you being transferred to some other task force where all the asshole men there wanted a fucking piece of you. I thought you deserved better, and to numb my shitty overthinking and jealousy, I picked a random woman from the other force and got with her, to forget you, to keep you away from me, only because I thought you needed better.” He said as his eyes started to well up with tears, which was something you never thought in a million years you would see. His rough and tough exterior was shedding right in front of you.

Your cheeks became wet with the tears flowing out of your eyes as you listened to what he said intently, and couldn’t help but push yourself into his embrace and hug him once again. Hating him for his dumb decisions and causing heartbreak for the both of you. But you had him now, you had him in the palm of your hand, and you needed him back. Reaching to dry his tears gently, you cupped his cheek and lightly grazed your thumb over the scar on his lip, causing him to release a sweet hum as he closed his eyes and leaned more into your touch, feeling more at ease.

“I forgive you, Simon…come back to me.” You said softly as he looked at you and nodded slowly as he took your hand and kissed your palm. Your heart skipped a beat and your entire mind was full of him, and you were happy that this cleared between you and now are connected once again.

Was this a bad idea? Was this too quick? Absolutely not. Not in a million years.

[Same night - 10:45pm]

Simon offered to take you back to his place, he wanted to spend the night with you. He missed you and now that he finally had you back, he was not going to mess up and have you taken away from him, not now, not ever. Not again. 

Locking the door behind him as you start to wander around in his flat, it was clean and well organized, since he was a clean freak, just like you. There were many things that were so similar between you two, it was as if you were just two peas in a pod. You make your way to his bedroom door and as you enter you find small polaroids on a little cork board hung on the wall to your left. 

Little pictures of the both of you once more were there, documenting the many trips you two went on and it brought such happiness to you, and tugged your heartstrings the right way. Simon came up behind you, after changing into more comfy clothing, and snaked his strong arms around your waist to rest on your stomach, while resting his head on yours, swaying from side to side gently. 

“Remember that one, it was our first date.” He said pointing to one of the polaroids, making you smile and nod gently. 

“Yeah, I’m happy but also surprised you still have all of these, Simon.” You said as you count how many of the little polaroids are there, hanging pretty on the cork board. You even notice that they are in chronological order, making your heart flutter at the sight. 

“I never got over you, I can’t fucking do it, I’m obsessed with you, and that’s never gonna change.” He said sternly yet lovingly, causing your cheeks to heat up as you turn around to face him. 

“Don’t worry, it won't change.” You whispered gently,  as you inched your face closer to his as your lips met together. The feeling of his sweet, soft lips on yours after these couple of years,  and having his rough scar graze on your lips the right way had your stomach in knots and mind in a blaze. 

He released a small groan as he pulled you closer to him, feeling you even more, you were a part of him and he was a part of you, as he snaked his arms around you to hoist you closer to him. 

Pure love. 

That was the only thing going through your mind as he was kissing you with such need and such want. You bring your hands up to tangle in his soft locks of his hair as he groans at the action. You were kissing him with such passion, you didn't want it to stop, you couldn't help yourself at this point. His sweet, intoxicating lips were just begging to be sucked on until they became swollen. Every single fiber in your body dissolved at his rough but gentle and dominating command. An entire new sense of craving was taking over your mind. 

You missed this, you missed feeling this exact feeling with him for the very first time, and now you are feeling it again, and you couldn’t be happier. His tongue darting into your mouth, playing a game of tug o’ war, exploring each crevice of your mouth with such extreme need. You needed him badly and released small moans into his mouth to tell him you wanted more. He suddenly pulls away and immediately latches his soft wet lips onto your neck, your back arches, almost like a perfect parabola, right into him, as he leaves open mouthed kisses, leaving marks apparent on your skin. Gently nipping at your skin, he asks you. 

“Do you want more, sweetheart?” He says lacing his words with a playful tone. You couldn’t even form a sentence with how he’s got you feeling right now.

“Come on, use your words.” He said, licking each and every love bite and hickey he left on your neck for everyone to see on display. 

All you could muster was a small and breathy ‘yes’ and that was all it took for him to place you gently onto the bed and hover over you, taking off each article of clothing from the both of you. Now, you two are completely bare in front of each other, as he attacks your lips once more, as he glides his large and calloused hand up and down your naturally beautiful hips and thighs. 

And it was on.

All you could see was the carnivorous look in his eyes as he eyes you up and down, hypnotized by the way you look at him. He needed to taste you, absolutely devour you and you couldn't wait for it. He leans down for a quick short kiss to your lips and starts teasing your clit with the tip of his hardened cock, having you twitch in need under him. He laid small butterfly kisses all the way down your tummy to your pelvis area.

“You’re just so fucking pretty.” He cooed as his hot breath hit your most sensitive area. And not a moment later, his long flat tongue made its way to your throbbing clit as he tasted you. So sweet, so magnifying, his arms wrapped around your legs to keep you from moving so much, as he buries his entire mouth and nose into your delicious folds, feeling your wetness which only made him more excited. 

As you followed his lead and pushed your pelvis up to feel every inch of his mouth, your hands grip his hair with such need and full desire. He inserted two fingers into your slick cunt as your moans filled the dimly lit room quickly and delightedly. He felt your walls close tightly around his fingers as he knew you were close to release.

“Shoot it, beautiful.” You heard him say muffled under your touch.

With that, you released a succulent burst, that had his entire face soaked as he licked up every single last drop not wasting anything. You lay there watching Simon taste you even more indefinitely on his fingers as he leans in to kiss you, and lay more butterfly kisses on your perked breasts, releasing sweet moans into his ear.

His soft voice giving you sweet compliments almost lulling you to sleep. As he lifts you to turn around and have your ass up for him, just sitting pretty. Instantly crouching lower and arching your back, ass high enough for him to grope. He wastes no second as he plows into you, letting out moans and groans from his soft mouth, as he fills you up. With his strong and flat stomach now completely pressed into you, his rough hands make their way to your hair as he tugs from the roots pulling your head back to him, meeting his lips for another greedy kiss. 

The absolute ripping and exhilarating feeling of your core mesh with his, feeling the pleasure of the outstanding string of orgasms you have every single time. He was the only one who could make you feel this way and was the only man you would be on your knees for. You felt like putty in his hands and was on cloud 9, with how strong and uniform his thrusts were. Reaching each other’s climax, he gives your ass a couple rough slaps to leave an apparent mark to ogle at later. And then shoots his large load into you, shivering at the feeling as he pulls out and sees his cum drag down your leg, and wastes no other second to take his thumb and push it back inside you, causing you to fall to your forearms and let out a sequence of whimpers.

Falling down next to you with whatever energy he had left, he pulled you to his chest under the covers as you both stayed in silence. This was a comforting feeling for you both, your eyes half open as your head rests on his chest, hearing his heartbeat beautifully, and hearing his soft breaths escape his lips as you both come down from your high. He smiles gently as he sees you trace his tattoos on his arm.

“I love you.” Were the only three words escaping your lips as you doze off to sleep in his warm and protective embrace. He leaned to kiss your forehead gently and eventually turned off the only lamp in the room by his side, and followed you soon after, as he crashed to sleep, not letting go of you at any given moment.

Simon would do anything for you, all you had to do was say the word.

You were his.

And he was yours.

And he vowed to himself, that would never change.

[darcyxanthonyx]

✿ + finn

My Finnley boy! He's the big brother I always wanted. No offense to Ky or anything. For his birthday I got him a Valentine's Day dinosaur because his birthday is February 13th and I saw it and I just immediately thought he should have it. I don't know why, but I did. Although, Gucci-Dior slept on it before I gave it to him so I'm not sure he was all that happy because... you know, cat fur and all.

I call him every week to talk to him about life and see how he's doing. I don't see him every day but he's important to me so I want to check in with him a lot.

@finn-brooks

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[toothfa-1-ry]

"If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy" feat. Felix

You always find yourself pining over your bestfriend. If only you guys were a movie, maybe things would work out.

PAIRING: Non idol bestfriend Felix x gn reader, Yeonjun x gn reader

FEAT: Yuna (itzy), Yeonjun (txt)

GENRE: one sided love, based on the lyrics of "if we were a movie", angst + fluff at the end

WARNING: reader has self depricating thoughts.

Tumblr is based on the number of reblogs and not likes so please do reblog if you enjoyed reading! Don't be shy to mention something's as well!! Have a nice day

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"Uh, oh, there you go again, talkin' cinematic"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as Felix let out a sigh, yet again complaining about how he wishes that life were like the movies

"just imagine y/n!" His eyes widen as he stretches out his hand "love letters, secret hide outs, ballets and just love" he exclaimed as he flopped on your bed

Felix was what you would call a hopeless romantic. He held ideals and sentiments about love, he absolutely loved the idea of love. From Jack to Rose and Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth.

"you better clean up my bed you hear me" you say completely ignoring him

I suppose you were the opposite of a hopeless romantic. Did you believe in love? Yes but did you think that love could be like how it was potrayed in the movies? Probably not but did you ever wish it was? Maybe

"love" Felix sighed "if we were in a movie. I wonder how it would be like" he muttered

"don't you ever wonder how it would be like?" Felix brought his face near yours and asked you "hm?"

You could feel your face getting warm as you stare into his eyes "w-what?" You stammer hoping he wouldn't notice anything

"do you ever wish we were in a movie?" He asked you grinning

Thankgod he didn't notice anything different

"pft no that would be silly" you remark watching Felix frown "I don't think ive never wished that"

I've always wished for that, every night before sleeping, everyday after waking up

"really? You never wanted to be the star in your movie?" Felix asked you

"No.. not really"

Yea... All the time, if it means things could be different between us

"well" Felix huffed as he crossed his arms "I have. Just wait y/nnie. I'm gonna find the kind of love they talk about in the movies, I might not have found them yet but I'll find them!" he exclaimed

You felt a pang of pain in your heart, what about you? Could you be the kind of love Felix was searching for?

"yea yea alright mr. Romantic that enough. Now help me clean up my bed" you stand up clearing your throat

Felix smiled at you and yoy felt your heart melt

"I'll clean up don't worry-"

"we can do it together it's fine"

"no hey wait-"

"yea you, your charming. Got everybody starstruck"

It was a understatement to say that Felix was attractive.

With a smile as pretty as that and a personality as bright as the sun, you weren't surprised that you fell for him

The thing was, so did everyone else.

"uh ...hi uhm I just wanted to say-" a blushing girl approached you and Felix in the cafe

You look behind her to see another group of girls who were hyping her up. Oh boy, this was the third time this is happening today. You look over to Felix who was seated facing you, he didn't seem to mind nor notice

"hi.. can I help you?" He asked in his deep voice and you could almost swear that the girl would have fainted any second. You can't blame her though, you always felt yourself swooning over his voice as much as you tried not you.

You raise you eyebrows as the girl struggles to form sentences getting annoyed

You clear your throat and Felix throws you a dirty look

Be nice

you throw him another look

whatever

"do you need something?" You ask the girl who only seemed to notice you now, staring between you and Felix dumbfounded

"oh uh- I didn't know you had a lover" she said as she looked at you.

"they're not my lover" Felix quickly corrected her with a smile

It pained you to see how fast he was to correct her, was it that bad for him when others thought that they were dating? Was it that bad for him to imagine you as his lover?

"oh! I'm glad to hear that!" The girl exclaims, completely shifting her attention to Felix now

You decided at this moment that you didn't like her. Not one bit

"My name is Yuna. I was hoping to get your number? If that is you want to give it to me ofcourse!"

Hah no way Felix would give his number to her..right?

"I know how you always seem to go. For the obvious instead of me"

"I can't believe it...a girl like that liked me y/n!" Felix said to you a little to excited for your liking on the bus ride back to your apartment

"I can't believe you gave your number to her..what was so special about her.." you mumble to yourself looking out of the window.

"wow..she was so cute. Don't you think so? Could she be the one?" Felix continued to ramble on as he talked animatically

You felt the tears prick your eyes, Felix always went for the obvious choice. Pretty girls with long hair and big eyes.

What about you, couldn't you have been a choice for him? Did the thought ever occur to him that you were there too?

"hey y/n you okay?" Felix asked you in concern when you didn't reply back to anything he said

"oh yea..I'm fine. I'm just a little tired" you mumble while refusing to look at his face.

"here you can sleep on me. I don't mind" Felix said smiling "my shoulder is reserved specially for my bestfriend!"

You weakly smile back as you rest your head in his shoulder as you felt small butterfly's erupt in your stomach just by the contact between your head and Felix's shoulder

Bestfriend... really? Is that what you'll ever be to Felix?

"hey Felix?"

"hm? Yea?"

"are you gonna contact that Yena girl?" You say the wrong name intentionally wondering if Felix would correct you.

"it's Yuna" Felix quickly said

Oh..he did correct you

"and yes I will" Felix paused for a while "...she had the prettiest face. She's the one..I feel it" he pressed his heart and his cheeks tinted red

"oh okay Lix.." you try your best to blink your tears away. You pressed your heart and you could almost swear that you heard it cracking.

"But get a ticket and you'll see"

You watch as Felix showed you numerous different outfits

"do you think this looks good?" He asked you everytime he tried something on

You've never seen him act like this before, he never behaved like this on all his other dates except for Yuna.

You grew to hate that name, the name that made Felix smile all widely, the name that Felix loved.

The name that made Felix's heart skip a beat while yours cracks even more

You try to pick the worst outfits for him to wear but everything looks so good on him its impossible for you to sabotoge his date.

But how could you sabotoge his date? How could you when Felix was so excited? When he told you that she was the one, when he sang her name everytime the both of you hanged out

How could you possibly sabotage Felix and Yuna's relationship when it brought joy to Felix, you weren't that cruel.

You didn't mind breaking your heart for Felix.

"wear this outfit" you point out to him "it will make her heart skip a beat. I swear"

"really? What makes you so sure?"

Because it made my heart skip a beat

"just trust me okay?"

Felix grinned at you "thankyou y/n..I don't know what I would do without you!"

"I don't know what I would do without you too" you whisper to yourself as you watch Felix carefully pick up the outfit you chose for him

"you know y/n? Why don't you get a lover? I mean...I can always find someone for you. Like a blind date" Felix said his eyes sparkling "we could go on blind dates"

"oh I don't... I'm not really into that sorta things" you say uncomfortable

"your really not interested in anyone?" Felix asked you

"nah.." you shake your head.

I'm interested in you- no I'm inlove with you

"Now go get ready or you'll be late for your date" you laugh out even though there was nothing funny "c'mon you don't want to keep Yena waiting?"

"it's Yuna y/n..geez"

"whatever" you roll your eyes as you push him to get ready

Whatever ...yea right

"if we were a movie, you'd be the right guy"

You stare at the freckles which were splattered all over Felix's cheeks looking like constellations.

You watch his grin grow wider as his fingers began typing even faster

"who are you texting?" You ask him even though you already know the answer

"Yuna" he quickly said without breaking contact from his screen

"oh" you just said

There seemed to be a question plaguing your mind ever since Yuna and Felix started dating.

You always asked yourself what did Yuna do that you didn't for Felix to fall head over heals over her?

What did she have that you didn't?

You continue staring at Felix's smile, the pure genuine smile that was reserved only for Yuna and never you

Those eyes which showed nothing but pure admiration for Yuna once used to bring comfort to you but now it brought nothing but pain. You knew he looked at her in a way he'll never look at you

You knew that Felix was perfect. He knew you better than anyone.

He knew that your favourite colour was blue but not the sort of blue that painted the sky, the sort of blue that the ocean had.

He knew that you hated thunderstorms but loved the rain

He knew just how you liked your coffee and how much sugar to add

Felix was perfect for you

But you weren't perfect for him

You were clumsy and forgetful but not in a cute way, rather in a annoying way

You couldn't ever smile as bright as Felix did even if you tried, you couldn't bring warmth to others like Felix did

Felix was the right guy

But deep down you knew, you weren't the right person.

Not for him

He deserved someone like Yuna as much as it pained for you to admit

Will he ever see you inna different light? Even if he did will you ever be enough?

Were you ever enough?

"And I'd be the bestfriend, you'd fall inlove with"

You've been bestfriend's with Felix ever since middle school.

The both of you had automatically clicked. It was strange for everyone including you. How did a person like Felix get so close with a person like you? Someone like Felix who was so bubbly and bright with someone like you? So lonely and depressing

It shocked everyone but you didn't mind one bit. As long as you had Felix it was fine. As long as you had your friendship with Felix it was fine.

They say it's hard for middle school friendships to last but that wasn't the case for you and Felix. Until you fell inlove with him during highschool.

And you've been inlove with Felix ever since.

But could you be blamed? Of course you were going to fall for him. Did you try to stop yourself? Yes but did it work? No quite the contrary instead you found yourself falling for him even deeper as the days went by

All those small hugs, small presents, words of affirmations and constant smiles had made you fall for him even harder.

There were times when you wondered if Felix could ever fall for you.

We're all those small lingering hugs there for nothing? Those showers of compliments from him whenever you felt insecure

Was it not love?

The thing is, it was love. But it wasn't the kind of love you wanted from Felix

You wanted him to kiss you softly like he does to Yuna, you wanted him to hum into your ear like he does to Yuna

In movies, the bestfriends always fall inlove with eachother. They realise that they've been inlove this whole time and end up together happy.

But this wasn't the movies and this wasn't a sappy romcom.

This was real life

And your bestfriend was inlove with someone else.

Not you, never you

"We'd be laughing, watching the sunset, Fade to black show our names. Play the happy song"

Maybe he did love you the way you loved him. Or maybe you just told that to yourself everytime you though about him

Maybe if you guys were in a movie he would finally love you back. And you'd get a happy ending

But the movies were just movies

And you were just a person, not the main lead of the movie or a star.

You were just his bestfriend and you'll always be only his bestfriend

You look at Yuna and Felix who were holding each other's hands in the movie theater while you were third wheeling their date.

The movie was about two bestfriend's who fall inlove with eachother. How ironic

Watching Yuna and Felix hold each other's hand was one thing, them leaning on eachother was another but being their third wheel was the last straw.

"hey uh- I'm gonna go. I already saw this movie so-" you grab your bag as you stand up

"oh you did?" Felix asked so nonchalantly "okay see you"

He was probably glad you were going after all he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend. Alone

"okay..let's meet up in the cafe nearby y/n" Yuna whispers to you giving your hand a slight squeeze as if she was signalling you a thankyou for giving them their alone tims

You wince slightly as you walk out of the theater quickly, you didn't want to be around them another minute

You rush out of the theater hall not looking infront of you causing you to bumb into someone, dropping your bag

"oh my god I'm so sorry" you apolagise as you scramble down to pick up your bag and all the items that was spilled on the floor

"hey it's chill. No problem" a male voice says as he helps you pick up your things

You look up to meet a pair of fox eyes and plump lips which quickly turned up to smile at you

"I'm Yeonjun. You alright? You looked like you wanted to get out of there" he pointed to the theater hall from which you rushed out from

"hah..yea I guess you could say that" you sling you bag onto your shoulder "thankyou for helping me"

"no problem" Yeonjun smiles at you lifting his eyes expectantly

"oh- sorry I'm y/n...uh I already saw the movie so..." You quickly ramble

"y/n... pretty name" the boy said "too bad you already saw that movie. I heard it sucks tho?"

You let out a laugh "it kinda does"

"hm...do you want to watch another movie?" He points to another movie poster "i heard that pretty good"

Your eyes widen at his sudden proposal unsure of what to say. Your eyes drift to the poster he pointed to and to the theater hall you just escaped from

Yeonjun smiles at you "what do you say?"

What could go wrong? Isn't this what always happens in the movies?

"sure...I'd like to watch that movie"

Yeonjun grins at you "I'll get the tickets. Just wait here"

You watch Yeonjuns figure approach the counter. He turns around to give you a thumbs up.

"the movies gonna start. let's go" Yeonjun grabs your hand as he leads you to the theater hall.

You watch the pitch black screen slowly turn bright, you looked over to the boy sitting next to you. It reminded you of a scene in a movie or a book you read.

Maybe you didn't mind that it was just like the movies. Maybe you always wanted it to be.

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[nyxlaufeyson]

Sticky Tape

Winter Masterlist - Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Third

Ship: Loki x Darcy Lewis

Type: Fluff with a sprinkle of crack because c'mon, it's Darcy!

Warning: Lil bit of suggestive referencing but that's it

Wordcount: 729

Prompt: "Wrapping tape" (Or something along those lines)

Synopsis: Darcy wrestles with the tape.

A/N: Idk if you know this but I freaking love tasertricks. I just don't always write for them which is crazy so here.

Banner by @jiyaxedits

Darcy cursed as she wrestled with the present. The wrapping paper was not cooperating, per usual. She had picked out a green gift wrap that had little reindeers on it. She thought that Loki would not appreciate it, but she sure would.

Wrapping presents was not an easy feat, but she was determined. She got out her heavy duty tape, and circled around the present like she was a wrestler. “Now listen here, buddy, if you don’t fricking work with me here, I will rip you to shreds! And I don’t care that you cost me $24.99.”

Darcy reconsidered her statement. “Well, okay, maybe I do care, and maybe I won’t rip you to shreds, but I’ll do something gosh darn it!”

She carefully approached the present and did her best to fold and tape the peculiar-shaped item. As she was in the middle of taping, a knock sounded at her bedroom door, making her lose her focus. 

Without even waiting to see who it was, she yelled, “No!” She heard someone scoff from the other side, and she knew who it was. “You can’t come in right now, I’m, uh… changing.”

She could practically hear his smirk. “Is that supposed to keep me out?” Now it was her turn to scoff. 

“Yes! And I’m not changing, so don’t come in you perv!” Loki sighed, but didn’t come in. Darcy was grateful for her small victories.

The present was only halfway concealed, so she brought it to her closet and hid it under some loose articles of clothing. She then opened her door, greeting Loki. He took in her out-of-breath form, and his eyes glanced at her bed.

His eyes widened, eyebrows raised. “Oh dear,” he said, “did you try to kidnap someone with scotch tape? You could have asked me for help. I know much better ways to-”

“No! I did not kidnap someone.” She huffed, and Loki walked further into her room so she could shut the door. She didn’t want to say that she had been wrapping presents for him, because then he would try to figure out what it was. She wanted it to be a total surprise come the holidays.

He arched his eyebrow. “No? What were you doing then?” Darcy weighed her possible responses.

She settled with distraction. “Hey! You know, I was looking for you earlier. I wanted to ask you for your opinion on this new dress I bought. Want to help me put it on? The zipper’s a little tricky.”

Loki was a lot of things, but he was no idiot. He quickly picked up on Darcy’s tactic of defense. “As much as I would love to see you in a state of undress, darling, I know that you are deflecting the question I asked.”

Darcy huffed. “Okay, fine, I was wrapping a present.” Loki’s eyes lit up. “And no, I will not give you a single hint as to what it is. I want this to be a surprise, so don’t you dare try and peek or anything.”

He held his hands up in defense. “Darling, how could you think that I would ever do such a thing! I am very patient.” 

“Uh, no you’re not. You practically throw a fit every time we have to wait in a line somewhere. Remember causing a scene at Panera?” Darcy asked.

Loki frowned. “I am a god, and a prince. I am above doing such trivial things like waiting in line amongst you mortals.” 

Darcy rolled her eyes. “Kay, whatever. Point is, I will tase your ass if you ever try to look and find out what it is.” Loki groaned, but did not object.

“Fine. I came to get you because Steve has assembled everyone to the living room for some reason.” Darcy nodded, getting up.

She turned to Loki, helping him up off the bed. “Did he say what for?”

Loki shrugged. “He did, but it went in one ear and out the other. I try not to pay too much attention to what he says. Most of it is unimportant.”

Darcy rolled her eyes, but made her way to the door and opened it. She could see his eyes searching her room for whatever she was wrapping. “Uh-uh, get out here.” She pulled him through the door and shut it, dragging him to whatever Steve had planned.

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[sunskate]

I understand the veto. The Pride and Prejudice soundtrack is full of beautiful music, but it’s also lacking dynamics. And Tessa and Scott by the time of Carmen were as forceful and dynamic a team of skaters as you can find. They’d moved past their Valse Triste/Umbrellas/Mahler softness. I think playing Lizzie and Darcy would’ve felt a bit like a step back no matter how gorgeous it could’ve been.

Wuthering Heights, on the other hand…

I wanted them to interpret Heathcliff and Cathy for *years*. Years! I loved the program Piper and Paul put together, but the interpretation was a bit high school drama club.

it's true it's very gentle throughout. if they had wanted to do a P&P program they could have done what CPom did with Perfume and used other pieces to augment it? i kinda disagree about them moving past softness. Latch is so very soft. it's just a more mature softness. Mahler 5 is deceptive - holding the energy and sustaining the build of that slow but very deep music takes so much control and strength. the magic in that performance is that they held the tension that's in the music throughout. to appear soft while doing that is a feat of both performance and choreography

Wuthering Heights worked so well for Piper and Paul, and while VM could definitely have skated it, i get if they weren't drawn to play those characters for a whole season. Carmen as a character might be toxic, but the music and drama is fiery and direct and sexy. where Catherine and Heathcliff feel kind of poisonous and not very pleasant as people. and it's a story of childhood friends with an unusual and intense connection who end very badly

[mycatismyeditor]

currently at the air and space museum in dc and i’m in the space section and all i can think about is lena’s space log and a piece/model of her space station one day being in here in their world, showcasing the engineering feat it was for everyone to see and lena freaking out because she’s in the fucking smithsonian

That is so cool!

She totally would. She'd be so happy "Lex never got his work in the Smithsonian." Kara would be with her and just imagine Kara pointing and being like "And this is the door I always used, and that's where Darcy was. And Ripley always hung out in this section to watch the fish."

Throw in a little L Corp sponsorship while she's up there and then there's a whole section with some of the tools and a model of R2 and maps of the station, maybe the live feed... they might later regret that though.

[tired-truffle]

Yet Broken Still You Breathe

An AlistairxOC fic

Chapter Word Count: 3.3k

Part 11/50

"Ignore every instinct to flee. Remember: you are a monster too." - Destiny

Masterlist

“Ta-da!” With a dramatic flourish of his wrist, Darcy unfurled the rolled-up scroll and placed it on the breakfast table. Gwen had been so caught up staring at the spread before her, not quite believing her eyes that she hadn’t noticed Darcy’s arrival. The long oak table was draped in a fine white linen cloth, upon which sat platter after platter of sumptuous breakfast foods. At one end was a huge wheel of creamy cheese, its rind dotted with herbs. Beside it sat a basket of still-warm bread, the crusty loaf steaming gently in the cool morning air. Bowls of plump berries in shades of crimson, purple and blue beckoned invitingly, their sweet perfume wafting towards Gwen's nose. Slices of juicy ham, pink and glistening, were piled high on a bronze platter next to a stack of buttery croissants. In the center sat a vase bursting with bright wildflowers, their colourful petals still dusted with early morning dew.

The group fell silent, all eyes turning to Darcy as he stood at the head of the table a self-satisfied tilt to his chin, “Don’t hold back the compliments people! You’re welcome for gracing you with my brilliant forethought, planning, and use of personal connections.”

“Maybe if you explain what you’re talking about first, our lesser minds may be able to come up with adequate compliments for this spectacular feat of yours,” Alistair drawled, placing a croissant on his plate - having just sat down and the last member of their party to arrive - he had just joined the rest of their party at the breakfast table, still looking a bit dishevelled from sleep. His tawny hair was tousled and his gambeson was on inside out, adding to his charmingly rumpled appearance. As he settled into his seat a few places down from Gwen, she couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Across from her, Zevran and Leliana exchanged knowing glances and quickly placed bets on how long it would take Alistair to notice

“I’m so glad you asked, my good friend Alistair, I would love nothing more than to explain how amazing I am.” Darcy leaned in close to Zevran, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He playfully winked and fluttered his long eyelashes at the rogue.

Morrigan groaned, her initial pleasure at avoiding Alistair’s presence this morning disappearing under the haze of Darcy’s flirtations, “Cease this childish display and proceed, would you? Lest this idle chatter lull me back to sleep and we delay our exit from this place even further.” 

“Alright, alright,” Darcy attempted to appease the witch, “Don’t get your knickers in a twist.” 

Morrigan’s jaw clenched with a sharp clack of her teeth and she muttered, “My knickers are none of your concern.”

Gwen breathed a silent sigh of relief as Darcy refrained from provoking Morrigan any further. Instead, he carefully untied the twine that bound the ancient-looking scroll and laid it gently on the table. The parchment was yellowed with age, and intricate map lines traced its surface, depicting the corner of Ferelden where they currently resided. However, anything past that knowledge was beyond Gwen. There were words written in an elegant, looping script on the lower left corner of the map, different from the other titles spread around the page, but given that Gwen was unable to read any language at all she couldn’t discern their meaning. She could guess - her travels had given her knowledge of the names of the surrounding locations - but the letters had never made much sense to her. Keeping her expression neutral was second nature to Gwen, a defence mechanism honed over years to keep others from knowing what lurked beneath the mask. It wasn't that she was ashamed; illiteracy was common among common folk. But revealing this vulnerability could only bring trouble, so she kept it to herself.

The gentle chirping of crickets filled the room, their rhythmic song blending with the soft rustling of leaves and distant birdcalls. The cool breeze that flowed through the open window carried with it the smell of damp earth and floral notes, a refreshing respite from the stuffy air inside the small room.

“Where on Thedas did you get this?” Leliana asked, glee coursing through her as she stood, palms pressed flat on the table to allow her a better view of the map. 

“Brother Genetivi’s house in Denerim,” Darcy said as though that answered anything. 

“I think the next logical question would be how, then proceeding that, how did you know to look there?” Alistair had straightened, his breakfast all but forgotten in favour of staring in wonder at Darcy. 

“Sir Henric’s note. Remember that Templar we found killed on the road? He mentioned that Brother Genetivi, a scholar in Denerim, knew of the Urn of Sacred Ashes. It is located in Haven.” Darcy pointed at the spot on the map with the elegant script with one hand and produced said note out of his pocket with the other, passing it to Alistair who read over the note in bewilderment. 

“How did I miss this?” Alistair mumbled to himself.

Darcy took it upon himself to answer, “You didn’t miss anything, I kept the note from you in case it was a dead-end, I didn’t want you to get your hopes up.”

Alistair's lips pressed together in a tight line, his expression revealing a hint of displeasure although he did not speak up to protest.

“I asked a skilled friend of mine to investigate - his ability to slip in and out of the Alienage is like no other. He sent a letter along stating that Brother Genetivi is missing and his assistant dead, and that he’d been able to find this map among his things.” Darcy sat back in his chair, “It’s the best lead we have for the Urn, we should set out immediately if we are to have our best chance to wake the Arl. Thoughts?” Darcy opened the floor to discussion.

“And we have to save the Arl?” Gwen clarified, ignoring the indignant glare Alistair shot her way. Their conversation last night did little to warm her up to the idea of helping nobles, they had already saved Lady Isolde, did they really have to save another? 

“Not all others lick the boots of nobles like you, Alistair. Why should those of common breeding care about the fates of their lords when the lords care little for them in return?” Morrigan berated him and at the same time, both insulted and defended Gwen. She frowned, unsure how to interpret such a backhanded compliment.  

Alistair scowled at Morrigan. Yet before he could offer a retort, Darcy commanded their attention again, “Look, I know we all just woke up and we’re feeling a little strung out, but if we can wake up the Arl and get him on our side, we stand a much better chance of going against Teryn Loghain. The other Lords at the Landsmeet are not going to care about a bunch of nobodies, especially not ones led by an Elf.” He flicked the tips of his pointed ears for emphasis, “Unless we’re able to secure noble backing that can verify Alistair’s nobility, we don’t stand a chance and may as well charge head first at the Archdemon with no backup.” 

In a rare moment of almost seriousness, Darcy had made an excellent point that Gwen could not argue. She shrugged and did not offer a rebuttal. What was an extra week or two of travel when they had wasted so much already?

“Any other objections?” Darcy spread his arms, welcoming their arguments. 

“Can we go after we finish breakfast? I am reluctant to leave such a decadent spread after our long hours on the road.” Zevran took a suggestive bite of sausage and Darcy’s playful grin settled back in its usual place. 

The table quickly devolved into meaningless chatter, Sten complaining of Darcy and Zevran’s un-Qun-like proclivities, while Morrigan took every opportunity to provoke Alistair’s ire. Leliana regaled Gwen and Wynne with stories of her travels with the Chantry, and Barkspawn slept soundly beside his recently emptied bowl. Gwen didn’t know when she had started to think of this as ‘normal’. Part of her longed for the quiet solitude she had grown used to have, but another part relished in the company, soothing the little girl inside her who wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by people she cared for. 

“I forgot something in my rooms.” Gwen's fists were tightly clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to suppress the fiery anger rising in her chest. She couldn't help but notice Alistair's slumped shoulders and distant gaze as he returned from his meeting with Darcy, Bann Teagan, and Lady Isolde. The air around them felt heavy and tense, like a thunderstorm brewing on the horizon. “I’ll meet you at the gates.”

Darcy, who appeared to mirror her feelings, his nose crinkled and his eyes sharp, nodded his assent - a smirk of understanding pulling at the corner of his mouth. No one else seemed to notice their exchange and Gwen quietly slipped away from the group. 

Frustration and irritation whirled in her mind like a tempest, fueled by Isolde's constant undermining of Alistair and the never-ending Calling that plagued her. The throbbing ache in her head was a constant companion, a reminder of her frayed patience. She had reached her limit with the haughty nobles and their archaic belief in their own superiority. It was enough to make her want to scream into the wind.

Her timing was perfect, Lady Isolde exited the throne room, her blonde hair pulled back tight in her braided buns, and her thin mouth set in a hard line as she started down the hallway towards the Arl’s study, Bann Teagan nowhere in sight. 

With cautious steps, Gwen trailed behind Isolde, her senses on high alert. She could feel the weight of Isolde's trust in their familiar surroundings and she knew it was up to her to be vigilant. As they neared the study, Gwen instinctively jammed her foot inside the door, causing Isolde to startle in alarm. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the masked intruder standing before her.

“You!” How kind of her to remember Gwen’s name, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you have left with the others?” 

Her pupils widened as she took an involuntary step back, raising an arm as though she stood a chance at shoving Gwen away. She’d barely done anything and already the Orlesian’s delicate sensibilities were affronted by her presence. 

“You don’t mind if I come in, do you?” Gwen didn’t wait for the response of what was sure to be a resounding no before yanking the door out of Isolde’s white-knuckled hand, entering the room with firm steps, and shutting it firmly behind her. 

Isolde’s quickened breaths stuttered in the deafening silence. 

“If I scream my guards will come and you’ll spend the rest of your days rotting in prison.” The quiver of Isolde’s bottom lip did nothing to help her attempt at intimidating Gwen. She merely raised an eyebrow at the Lady’s threat, unfazed by the mention of guards and prison. She knew that she could easily evade capture and that her presence here was more important than any risk of punishment. It wasn’t as though prison was something she was unused to, or unable to withstand, even if the thought of spending even a second of her time locked behind bars didn’t make her skin crawl.

“Relax,” Gwen rolled her eyes, “I do not wish to cause you harm.” 

“What do you want then?” Isolde spat, backing up until she hit the desk, Gwen matching her steps, her eyes dark and intense as she peered at the smaller woman.

Her lip curled behind her bandana, “You are a cruel, vile woman. Stealing the only good thing he had away from him due to your petty insecurities?” Gwen had met many people like that, but to do that to someone like Alistair? If anyone in this world did not deserve that treatment it was him. “If it were up to me you would not so much as look at Alistair again, but alas he is attempting to save your husband - at the potential cost of delaying our mission and resulting in the deaths of thousands, might I add.” 

Isolde’s eyes flashed with indignation, and she straightened, remembering her title and all the power it possessed. Unfortunately for her, Gwen did not care for such trivial things. “I am the lady of Redcliffe, you are nothing more than a common criminal, most likely, with the way you hide your face. What authority do you have to give me orders?” 

The demure Lady had some fight in her after all. “You would think that, wouldn’t you?” Gwen stepped forward, crowding Isolde so she had to lean back on the desk, the wide cast of her eyes betraying her alarm, replacing the brief bout of vexation. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to maintain composure against Gwen's unexpected aggression. “That is all us common folk are to you nobles.” Gwen laughed humourlessly, her mouth curving into a feral grin under the cloth that covered it, the slit in her cheeks parting to reveal all of her pointed teeth. “Nothing more than a bunch of criminals. And while I may not currently be wanted by any authorities, I am more than willing to receive such punishment should I ever hear of you speaking to Alistair with no more than the utmost respect.” 

Isolde’s lip pulled back in a sneer, “He is a bastard, a product of his father’s idiotic mistakes. There is no respect to give to boys like him.”

Gwen slammed her hands down on the desk, bracketing Isolde’s slender frame. The woman let out a yelp but Gwen pressed forward, “He is not his father, nor is he responsible for your misgivings about him. Either you kiss the very ground he walks on, you do everything he could ever want from you without question, and you shower him with praise like you would any other heir to the throne, or,” A prickling sensation at the nape of Gwen's neck signalled the impending Calling, its eerie hum growing louder with each passing moment. Her heart pounded in her ears, drowning out any rational thoughts as she succumbed to the all-consuming rage coursing through her veins. With a swift and calculated movement, she pulled down her mask and pressed one hand firmly against Isolde's mouth to silence her screams. A twisted smile stretched across Gwen's face, her nostrils flaring as if scenting the anticipation of what was to come. Isolde's eyes bulged in terror as she desperately tried to find purchase on the desk behind her, realizing too late that there was no escape from Gwen's wrath. “I will make you regret it, and I will enjoy every second of your torment.” 

Gwen held the woman in place, grabbing her by the front of her dress and pulling her close. Tears streamed down Isolde’s face as her pleas were muffled by the firm grip Gwen had on her jaw. This terror, a tangible force that choked her very existence, threatened to swallow her whole. It was a familiar feeling, one that she had grown accustomed to over the years. The anxious part of her mind that constantly worried about what others thought of her was momentarily quelled by this overwhelming emotion. She didn't have to worry about someone growing to hate her one day when they weren’t able to stand being near her in the first place.

Gwen leaned forward so she was only a few inches from Isolde’s reddening face as she struggled to get air through her nose and into her panicking lungs. “Do you understand?” Gwen let her jaw widen beyond what was humanly possible, letting it hang for a moment as Isolde froze in terror before she snapped her mouth shut, barely missing the tip of the Orlesian’s perfect nose. 

Isolde nodded vigorously as she sobbed, her whole body quivering.

Gwen's heart raced as she watched Isolde plead for her life, her desperation palpable in every squirm. The urge to give in and consume her enemy simmered beneath the surface, growing stronger with each passing second. But Gwen resisted, holding onto the moment, savouring it like a rare delicacy. Her eyes burned with determination as she stood her ground against the tempting desires within her.

Gwen took a hesitant step back, her heart racing as she wrenched herself away from the dangerous edge of anger and vengeance. That wasn't who she wanted to be - a ruthless avenger willing to do anything to protect Alistair. She had only meant to issue a warning to the Arlessa, to make her back off and leave Alistair alone. She hadn’t even meant to truly scare her, and she certainly hadn’t meant to show off her face.

Isolde sank to the floor, her chest heaving as she gasped down breath after breath as though she’d thought she’d never breathe again. She had almost been right. 

Gwen had expected to be consumed by a wave of guilt, but instead, she was struck with a deep sense of revulsion as she stared down at the pitiful woman cowering on the floor. Her sobs echoed through the room, filling Gwen's ears and senses with their spinelessness. How could someone so weak and insignificant dare to think they were worthy of someone like Alistair? The thought made Gwen's blood boil. Alistair, with his kind heart, brave spirit, and infectious humour. But perhaps that was the root of it all - this woman's inferiority complex gnawed at her and she lashed out at Alistair because he believed himself to be lesser than her. This cycle had to end, and even if it meant facing consequences for her actions, Gwen couldn't bring herself to regret standing up against this injustice. The air in the room felt dense and oppressive, suffocating like a heavy cloak wrapped around them both. But beneath it all, there was a fiery determination burning within Gwen - a flame that refused to be extinguished.

Gwen pulled up her bandana, turning to leave before she could continue in her recklessness, not wanting to stay in case the urge of the Calling took hold of her once more - pushing her further into the monster lurking below her skin. She stopped when Isolde spoke in a trembling voice, “What are you?”

A monster, a creature so unlovable even the holy Sisters of the Chantry could not find anything redeemable about me. She wanted to say, but Isolde must already know that, it was written across her skin in the disfigurement of her mouth, the scar around her neck where the collar of shackles had once sat, and the bottomless darkness behind her eyes. 

“If you tell anyone about what you saw or what I have said, what I am will be the least of your concerns.” 

Gwen's anger boiled over, leaving no room for further discussion. She stormed out of the study, her hands clenched into tight fists, her nails pressing bloody half-moons into her palms. The sound of her heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, each one marking her determination and frustration. Her face was flushed, her jaw set in determination as she left the room with purpose.

“You okay?” Darcy asked when she met them at the gate, his eyes flickering with curiosity. Gwen's response was a mere grunt, filled with an ambiguous mix of emotions that she struggled to put into words. Panic and satisfaction battled for control within her mind, making it difficult to form cohesive thoughts. 

Darcy grinned mischievously, the rest of their party grabbing their packs, ready to head on the next leg of their adventure, their sights set on the small village of Haven. He dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, meant for Gwen's ears alone, “Whatever you did, she deserved every second of it.” 

Gwen’s gaze flickered to where Alistair fiddled with a fraying strap on his shield, oblivious to what had just happened, and she felt the anger start to dissipate in the glowing sun. He deserved so much more than she could give him, and yet… “Yes, she did.”

Next Chapter

A/N:

I apologize for the lack of Alistair in this chapter, but there is more to come of him next! This chapter was a bit transitional and shorter than most of the others but we should be back to our regular length when I post on Sunday!

As always thank you for reading my little story <3 It would mean so much to me for any likes, reblogs and comments!