#not storyline

[cljordan-imperium]

FLASH FICTION FRIDAY

Cruz stood on the balcony overlooking the practice grounds.  Abriella was there in her fighting leathers facing off against Deacon.  To anyone looking at him, the King looked relaxed; he was anything but.  His sister was there facing off against a powerful male holding a sword forged in the finest Nephilim steel.  Deacon was a deadly male before he became a Horseman and now he was more so.  Abriella was smaller, and even with her powers Cruz could not help but to worry over her.  She was his light in the darkness, his Polaris in this fucked up world.

Knuckles whitening on the top of the balustrade, Cruz decided it might be prudent to retire inside before he crushed the stone with his bare hands and offended the Palace.  The sounds of clashing steel grated upon his ears till he thought his nerves would exit his body to dance across the balcony like lightning upon the sky.  Still his eyes remained on the graceful yet powerful moves of his sister, transfixed by her fighting style, so unlike his own.  As she and Deacon stopped for a break, she looked his way and for a moment his heart stopped, the smile she gave him sending him back years in time and to another place, Chicago, to the first time he saw that smile.

No longer was he on the balcony, but he was in Chicago, in the library.  That damn four story library at the Chicago Sanctuary where Abriella would go to hide from everyone after Cruz had somehow talked her into returning after Talon and Dez had scared her half to death.  He’d shown her the library because it was quiet, and then it was the only place she’d go besides her room and his.  

That day he’d gone in, afraid that she’d always be afraid of him.  Even if she always feared the other Nephilim and never understood what and who she was, she was his little sister.  Family. From the second Charmaine told him, he’d loved her to the depths of his damaged soul.  He would destroy the earth for her, and she was afraid of him.  He had to make her see that he was no threat to her.

As he had searched the vast expanse of the library for her, he’d heard a sneeze and knew where she was. Mysting over to her location, he did find her.  A little nest of pillows by a lamp, along with a fuzzy blanket and books on Nephilim magic and heritage. Cruz crouched down to her level, so he wasn’t towering over where she had settled in.  “Settling in for some reading, little bit?” It was the nickname he’d called her since she’d come back.

She nodded, holding the book in her hands a little closer.  “I thought these might tell me something.” Her voice was quiet, and she didn’t meet his eyes.  But she was talking, Cruz would take it.

“Those aren’t bad. Can I suggest a few others?” That got her glancing up at him.  Nice.  She nodded and he mysted off.  

Not only did he get her books, he also went to the kitchen and got her some snacks that the staff assured him that young women would love and one large thermos of the coffee they knew she liked and one of water. Mysting back, he again crouched low next to her.  “A proper pillow palace needs provisions, princess.”  He handed her the boxed snacks from the kitchen and the two thermoses.  “The kitchen assures me all will be to your liking.” He attempted a smile, which he rarely did, and a wink.  “And, I think these volumes will serve you better than the ones you have.  Little bit, I know you’re still trying to take everything in,” in something very un-Cruz-like, he reached out and suddenly took her hand, VERY gently, “but I’m here if you have questions.  I want to help you.”  There was a sadness in his eyes that he would not have allowed anyone else to see.

“Really?” Her brows drew together. Cruz seemed to scare everyone, she hadn’t been sure that his offer of help had been anything other than a cursory formality.  Now he seemed hurt that she hadn’t taken him up on it.  It was all so confusing.

“Really.  Anything.  Any time.  You are more important to me than anything else. I love you, little bit.  Always.”  He lightly squeezed her hand, she had to know how much she meant to him.  He had to let her know.

For the first time her eyes met his brilliant blue ones, so blue they seemed to be impossibly blue.  Like something out of a movie or painting, too perfect.  And in that moment, there was no doubting his sincerity.  In a lifetime of running, of being chased, of fearing that the next person would kill her, she had found her big brother, her protector, a man who would do anything for her, who LOVED HER. With tears in her eyes, she smiled at him. It was all she could do, she had no words.

Cruz had been alive for over 1500 years on that day.  He’d long before stopped counting exactly how many, it no longer mattered.  Never in all those years had he felt what he did when his sister smiled at him.  He saw the love echoed right back in her eyes and in that smile.  The rest of the world could hate him, but if his little sister smiled at him like that, he didn’t care.  It took him 1500 years to find her, but he would go to hell and back, literally, to make sure he never lost her.

Abriella was so small when wrapped tight in Cruz’s arms for the first hug she received from him, but she had never felt more safe and more loved.  Through all that was to come, through all the pain and fear, they would lean on one another often. They are unbreakable.

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[llove-me-anyway]

let's talk about how gentle Tommy was with Buck. obviously he wasn't sure if Buck is into guys, he picked up on Buck flirting but he couldn't be sure so they both tip-toed around with questions and then Buck brought up Eddie again and Tommy is surprised that Buck was trying to get "his attention?". so then he just said fuck it and just kissed him and immediately quietly asked if that was okay and when Buck confirmed it was he went straight back to confident and asked him out and idc what any of you say as long as Tommy stays this gentle and kind to Buck he is his perfect first queer love. yea i want buddie too at some point but i'm so happy with what we have now.

[sidras-tak]

Reporting this to the unaware masses lmao: Thailand released the first episode of a moderately-highly-anticipated BL today, about professional racers, and revealed (with absolutely zero hint of it in any trailers and marketing) that it is set in the omegaverse. And the main relationship is Alpha/Alpha.

[the-phantom-peach]

I can’t stop thinking about @ezdotjpg bonus links au

I need to squeeze them in my hand in a way I can’t describe

[star-mail]

they're brothers your honor >:]

more virus shen jiu au ! :D part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

[hansoeii]

every hundred years.

[beaulesbian]

it's the little things

[nezhanetwork]

what was your story about?

[moxley]

i had not seen the "durge/astarion is canon!" post until earlier today with that discord screenshot and honestly ... a writer being like "i managed to shove in all this extra content for astarion/dark urge, but then we simply ran out of time for the other characters" is not good, actually. that doesn't mean your ship is the most canon. it means that astarion kept getting extra attention and other companions kept getting neglected. that other companions simply do not have the amount of content astarion has is not a good thing, it is a bad thing.

and like i'm saying this as someone who really loves astarion/durge. it's unplatable to me and that larian writers are sitting in fan discords going "yeah we just didn't do that for other characters but somehow i found the time for this!" is kind of gross to me

[whollyjoly]

look we all want buck in tommys hoodie....

but i raise you a tommy who accidentally grabbed bucks hoodie and walks into harbour only to have lucy laugh so hard she falls out of her chair

[cljordan-imperium]

4.11.23 Flash Fiction

While most of my OC's are still running around in complete chaos, I did manage to to pin two down for a short blurb from a past prompt by @flashfictionfridayofficial

“You know, I don’t understand why you’re being quite so hostile.” Beelzebub tilted his head with a slight smirk on his face as he regarded Abriella standing before him, looking completely nonplussed.

“Am I supposed to look thrilled to see you, Beel?” She huffed out a laugh, “come on, you know me better than that after all these years?”  Abriella couldn’t keep the bemused look off of her face.  Had he taken a lightening bolt from Zues to the head?  “You stroll into a peaceful realm and try to setup camp and think I wouldn’t hear?  And I thought Luc was the Prince of Pride.  He’ll be wounded!” His smirk was now matched with one of her own.

“I wasn’t doing bad, till you and your,” he gestured to Arioch, Andronicus, and Orpheus behind her, “little friends there showed up.  I seem to overpower their strongest warriors. So, yeah, I did.” The condescension and arrogance in his tone and written across his handsome face made her want to smite him just for that.  

“Happy to ruin your plans, Beel.  I do always like evening the odds.  I’ll even make it sweeter and let you take me on, one-on-one, if you think you’re up to it.”  Now she was the arrogant one.  Arms crossing over her chest, hip cocking out to the side, the challenge was even reflected in her eyes.  “That is, unless you’re afraid of one little female….”  She let the last word drag out and hang in the air.

“We both know that you are far from just one little female, Abriella. Now, now, don’t try that with me.”  Beelzebub surveyed around him as he shook his head and chuckled.  He was truly fucked with four of them there.  Just her, and he might have been able to escape, but she had backup.  When he got out of this fucking realm he would find out who had betrayed him, and they would suffer painfully for it.

“Try what?”  Her lashes batted and a coy smile flitted across her lips, even her voice went all sing song.  Abriella couldn’t help toying with the handsome Prince.  Too bad such a handsome face and delectable body was just the casing for a soul as rotten as an avocado half left on the counter overnight.  

Beelzebub’s head tipped to the side and his eyes rolled brainward.  Of course she just wouldn’t charge him and get it over with.  Those red nails on the tips of her fingers really were claws and he was the mouse that she was toying with.  Eventually like all good predators, she would pounce; it was the waiting he hated.  “You know, we could team up, you could switch sides, beautiful.  We could make a really good team.”  Maybe charm would work.

Now he got a laugh, a real one.  Its melodic sound seemed to reverberate off the stone walls of the cavernous building she had cornered him in.  “I did not know you considered me a fool.  You cannot talk your way out of this situation.  No, you’re going to have to fight your way out.  The door is behind me, so…you want to live to try and beat Leviathan to laying claim on free realms of creation….you’ll have to conquer me and mine.” Her chin lifted in defiance as the tip of her sword impacted the stone floor, chain lightning in purple, pink, teal, and white skittering across the floor in all direction and charging the air around them all.  Skin tingled, the air crackled, and there was a hum that could be heard.  “I’ll even let you have first swing…”

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[buttercupbuck]

"you know, my therapist says everyone needs a safe space, a place where you can fully be yourself"

[image description: 2 large gifs of evan buckley and eddie diaz from 9-1-1.

gif 1: from season 6 episode 12. in the diaz home, eddie (out of frame) watches buck sleep on his couch, his arm draped across the sofa.

gif 2: from season 7 episode 5. at buck's apartment, the camera pans as eddie, holding his phone, turns to face buck as buck rounds the corner of his kitchen island.

/end ID]

[neverevan]

9-1-1: S7E04 ↳ “Buck, Bothered and Bewildered”

[ozymandiasdirge]

funniest thing about house md is that house has like every flavor of trauma responses and is cut deep by shit so much in his life that he in fact creates new ones. except over getting shot. like someone literallly walked in and shot him twice trying to kill him. and then he never brings it up again after it happens. not like he’s burying it and repressing. like it straight up did not phase him and he went right back to ruining patients lives afterwards. king.

[albaharu]

after a life of dwarves on top of barrels to kiss your lover in dragon age im so happy they animate everyone kneeling to hug and kiss the dwarf...

[savagegood]

"Feel free to say no. This is probably insane and it would just require a lot of training and, I mean, like, a lot of training, like, more than you've probably ever done before, and you also know this place, I mean, it's a fucking hellhole, and why would you want to be here, but-" | THE BEAR SEASON TWO