#so far though by far his strongest attachments in this game are his beautiful baby elf genius children

[jakey-beefed-it]

Got a bit into Stormblood. I got a bit excited early on because I’ve decided my character is from Ala Mhigo (exhibit A: he is brown) and we’re here to liberate it! Got a new outfit for the occasion and equipped the ‘Liberator’ title. Only uhh. Well. The writing isn’t... doing them any favors.

They’ve built up a lot of goodwill from Heavensward so I’m gonna... I’m just gonna keep on rolling along despite the writing taking a marked downturn for the most part. The villain’s introduction was hammy and a bit camp and he clearly subscribes to Warhammer 40k rules of ‘bigger character, bigger pauldrons, Obvious Leader Material for his fascist empire’. He’s kinda fun and I get what they’re doing by making him an insurmountable threat in Act 1. He is rather silly though in several ways that I’m not sure really fit, tonally, for what they’re going for. I know a lot of people here like him a lot so I won’t say anything too critical of him but uhhh... giving him a golf bag full of swords was. A choice.

But let’s be positive. Things I like so far: Lyse and character development thereof, the main character canonically having the chance to refer to Alphinaud as ‘Alphy’ (even though I didn’t take that dialogue option for other reasons), the music and voice acting remains good.

Anyhow this was mostly an excuse to show off my fun new oufit that leans into the early dieselpunk look a bit for my whole magitek gunbreaker thing i got goin’ on. Kept the cowboy boots, though. :V

[unholyplumpprincess]

Good Boy

For Anon who asked: nnnnot sure if this is a full prompt or not but. bloodhound realllly teasing gibralter? like. edging consistently for a week or so till all gib can think about it bein a Good Boy for bloodhound? idk if thats smth ud be into w those two BUT

Gibhound is my weakness and I wrote more than a drabble oopsie daisy!!!

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Gibraltar/Bloodhound

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Gibraltar gets his dick sucked like he’s gonna die, orgasm denial and edging mentioned, face fucking, Bloodhound’s various body mods mentioned (piercings + Tattoos), calling someone a good boy, kinda d/s in case that ain’t ya style!

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Bloodhound had the patience of a god.

What more could you expect from the apex predator? A hunter renowned even among the very gods they worshipped? Patience was one of their strongest attributes. It took patience to hunt, it took patience to analyze a potential mate, and it took patience to successfully woo said mate into being theirs.

Not that Makoa was anything but a prize to be won, truly a beautiful specimen that they adored with all their heart. They had wooed him with soft letters and gentle words, carefully opening their heart to him as he did his arms to them. A home made in the shape of a man with the biggest heart they’d ever seen.

And yet, patience may have been delicious to receive during their romantic months- Makoa, in turn, did not like their patience for things in the bedroom.

~Rest under the cut~

A week. A full week they would bring him to the edge in bed. They liked to tease him, insisting on pushing all the right buttons. Kissing his neck, biting his ear, growling in it and grinding their hips into his as they rested atop his lap. Makoa would beg, grab their hips with desperation and encourage them to keep going, dry hump up into them and whine about how unfair they were being.

They would always murmur for him to let go, licking up his neck to nibble at his jawline and lift their hips up so Makoa would be forced to shake and shudder. Leaking in his pants and choking on a sob of need as Bloodhound would kiss him gently and ease him back into a normal, but desperate state.

Bloodhound loved to edge him. It was a game, really, and Makoa became in tune with everything they did. In the arena, it was even more torturous if they were the one coming after him. He’d just feel the need to bare his throat when they climbed atop him, gently resting their foreheads together and cooing about how they won before using their hatchet to end him personally.

And he’d wake up in the medical bay, hard, in tears and have to take a cold shower.

Bloodhound knew what they were doing. But furthermore, they had consent. Before they even began this teasing, they had asked if it was something he thought he could handle. Makoa, loving a challenge, had eagerly agreed and said how hard could it be!

Day three is when he had started to realize how bad they meant to tease him.

Seven days in, Bloodhound is just now coming from the shower. They have a sports bra on and their gray sweatpants hanging low on their wide hips. Their tattoos, scars, almost everything on display on their glistening skin. They have their hair pulled up into a ponytail, still dry from not washing it this time around with a few curls framing their face. They look beautiful and deadly as they pad into the bedroom, only to glance over at the bed where Makoa rests.

He’s naked. His own wavy hair curling around his face and free of his bun. His hands rest in his own hair, gripping with his legs slightly spread to show his hard, fat cock resting against his abdomen.

Just like Bloodhound had left him.

Before they’d showered, they’d worked him up, grinding in his lap before cooing about needing a shower and told him to wait for them. If he waited, they would reward him greatly.

“What a good boy. Did you not touch yourself at all?” They croon like a preening bird, stalking closer to the bed as Makoa whimpers and lightly shakes his head. His fingers tighten in his hair, his shut eyes parting open to peek down at them where they slide between his legs.

One clawed hand gently cups his balls, hearing his breath hitch as their own full lips quirk in a dangerous grin. They let their thumb gently follow the seam, up to his cock where their other hand wraps around the base and gives a fluid stroke.

Immediately Makoa’s hips lurch up- desperate for their touch as he chokes on a cry. “Fuck, baby-” He practically sobs, turning his head to the side and full body shuddering. He’s far too pent up, too sensitive, it all felt far too good.

“Perhaps,” Bloodhound gently chuckles back, “But I fear you are too sensitive for such an event...I did promise you a reward, though, my love, and you shall receive.”

Their words are promising as they shift to gently tug at Makoa. He follows until he can sit on the edge of the bed, watching them move to the floor to rest on their knees. Helplessly his cock jerks when they reach up to tighten their ponytail, tucking a loose strand of hair behind their pierced ear to prepare.

“Hound...” He murmurs adoringly, watching them as Bloodhound peeks up at their nickname, cocking their head to the side in that puppy-like manner they always did. Except their eyes gleam with mischief as they hum fondly back at him.

When they stroke his cock to pull back foreskin and reveal the flushed head, their full lips wrap around the head of his cock and the sight alone makes Makoa cry out. His hands immediately fly for their head, but he only rests a hand encouragingly at the base of their ponytail just to hold. The other grabs at the sheets next to his hip, his head falling forward so he doesn’t miss the show.

They’re always so pretty like this. Treating his cock like a treat as they suckle on the head, pulling off to lick down the base and coming right back up. Sometimes they part their mouth to show their glinting double canines, sticking out their pierced tongue and gently slapping his cock on their tongue, leaving a string of pre-cum attached that they greedily lick up.

Makoa is sensitive and they know it, making a show of it as they gently cup his balls and squeeze. One hand stroking his cock as their cheek rests against the shaft and they coo up at him, “Such a good boy. You have been so good for me all week. Letting me do whatever I wished.”

The praise gets him, his hips jerking up but only succeeding in smearing pre-cum across their cheek and making them filthy. The sight alone is enough to make him whimper, seeing them disheveled always did something to him. Especially when they tilt their head to the side to nose at his cock, parting their lips to lick heavily across the head.

“Consider this your reward. You may use me how you like.” They murmur against his silken flesh, pressing a wet, sloppy kiss to the head and near making Makoa cum right then and there if it wasn’t for the red hot desire coursing through him.

With shaking fingers he guides them by their ponytail to the head of his cock. Letting them lap and suckle there before gently pressing down to feel their resistance. When he finds none, he whimpers and pushes them down until they’re about halfway down on his cock. There’s a small adjustment where Makoa stands up, letting Bloodhound scoot back a bit and curl their fingers on his thighs to brace themself.

When Makoa starts fucking their mouth, they make the prettiest face with their eyebrows knitted and eyes half lidded as they look up at him. They paw at his thighs, clawing with soft whines in their own throat that can hardly be heard over the sound of his groans and grunts.

“Yes- shit, just like that.” Makoa whines out, hips slapping forward once and making Hound’s nose bury in his mound. Their fingers scrabble briefly, relaxing their throat to let him remain buried. The sight of their lashes fluttering and their cheeks flushed does it for him.

When he cums, he does so with a cry of ‘Thank you’s. His face twists beautifully in pleasure, tucking his head to the side as his eyebrows knit and his hips jerk weakly. After the first two jerks he pulls from their throat, whimpering under his breath when they know exactly what he wants. Their lips part again, sticking out their tongue where he grip his own cock, resting the head there and cumming all across their canines and tongue. His other hand stroking their hair with Makoa’s desperate whimpers softening.

Exhausted and overstimulated, Makoa plops back onto the bed with a shudder and his entire body looking way less taut than before. He briefly makes out the feeling of kisses up his legs and thighs before Bloodhound is joining him on the bed, pressing their lips together and making Makoa taste himself on their mouth.

His cock gives another interested twitch when they part, Bloodhound’s chuckle resounding in his ear as they nip the lobe. “Who owns you, my love?”

Makoa lets out a soft laugh in turn, too weak to come up with something witty as he turns his head and pecks their nose.

“You. Every bit of me.”

“Good boy.”

[seeds-and-sins]

F**kin’ Diabolical (Chapter 2)

Master List

Pairing: Homelander / Original Female Character, Billy Butcher / Original Female Character

Rating: M (Strong language, sexual themes)

Decription: Carly Danvers is a reporter/radio show host/annoying little piece of- For reasons unknown to Vought, she decided to start a one man investigation on Vought's operation. Her efforts had been quite successful so far, so much so that Stillwell would have done anything to see the young girl dead. Turns out Stillwell didn't have to do anything at all, while one piece of evidence against Vought causes Danvers to fly too close to the sun. And Homelander flies after her.

Chapter Summary; Carly, Allen, and the doctor end up going to the Vought lab. What follows are some unexpected events, avert your eyes.

    Stillwell was calmly going through leftover paperwork for the day, considering that perhaps she should head home soon, but she wasn’t tired enough quite yet. She removed her readers, the stillness and silence of her office engulfed her, gave her a place to think. She wondered if Homelander was watching her this very moment, fantasizing about her, her breasts, her body, or maybe she was lost to him. Ever since Danvers came around, it had been hard for him to focus on anything else but that stupid girl. Maybe Stillwell needed to resort to other methods, maybe the girl needed to go for good.

Boom!

   Homelander stormed into the office, the door falling off a hinge and going crooked. Stillwell jumped from her seat, words of shock and annoyance threatening to leave her lips. Homelander calmly walked over to the remote that was sitting soundly on the arm rest of the couch and he flicked the TV on. The news showed a familiar building, burning down to the ground, as firefighters were on the scene hosing it down. The credits read on the bottom, 'Vought lab fire, twenty-three dead'. Homelander turned to Stillwell, jaw tight as he waited for her to explain. Stillwell shook her head and gestured to the TV for an explanation.

"Did you do this?" 

"I was going to ask you the same question." Homelander's grip nearly crushed the remote as he increased the volume on the TV, the news reporter flashed onto the screen.

"Among the twenty three found dead. One did survive and is in critical condition at the NYC hospital. Carly Danvers hosts a radio show called 'Not so Super Superheroes'. She has no family, but her supporters have asked the police to do a thorough investigation into potential reasons why she was being held at the Vought facility-"

"That little bitch." Stillwell growled, Homelander's glare intensified. Madelyn felt her heart skip, wondering the lengths that Homelander would go for this Carly Danvers girl. She realized she needed to work her magic again, get Homelander on her side. Madelyn stepped up closer to Homelander. He crossed his arms, finally crushing the remote in his grasp, pieces of it falling to the floor. "I knew nothing about this, baby. I truly didn't. You know how much Danvers hates our operation here, she would do anything to get back at us..." Her fingers crawled their way up Homelander's bicep and his expression clenched as it dawned on him what Madelyn was hinting at. "Maybe even burn down a Vought facility."

"She wouldn't do that." Homelander shot out between clenched teeth, hating how much the girl had had an effect on him. A pathetic human flesh bag was what she was, but the way she made him feel... While at times Stillwell cowered behind her desk, Danvers was headstrong and determined. She never allowed Homelander to get in her way, no matter how powerful he was.

"And how would you know?" Homelander didn't want to seem soft for the girl, but Carly Danvers had a heart unlike anyone he had met. Really, she did, she really cared about people and she wanted to make a difference in the world. It was one characteristic, among many, that made her so amusing to him. Especially when she talked so highly of him, when he knew the monster he was.

Well, he also knew that this game of theirs wouldn't last long. She was part of the opposition, eventually she would intervene in his plans and he couldn't let that stand, no matter how much he liked her.

"I will take care of it." Was all Homelander stated in reply, it was a stern, stoic tone that made Madelyn shiver the slightest bit. He then turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Madelyn to stand there with this wicked glimmer on her lips.

"Authorities will wait until Danvers comes to so that they can investigate the causes of the fire further and perhaps foulplay. It appears a protest has broken out at the scene of the fire. We tune into one of Carly Danvers strongest supporters at the scene."

"Danvers was murdered because she knew too-"

   When Homelander arrived at the hospital, he was welcomed with open arms, guided to exactly where Carly was. He greeted the investigators with a ‘you are the real heroes’, everybody always loved that, and then proceeded into her individual room. Hovering over her was a doctor in scrubs, taking notes on a clipboard, measuring her vitals, a melodic beeping sound echoed through the quiet of the room. Homelander closed the door behind him, alerting his presence to the doctor. The doctor turned to face him, a bright anxious smile flew onto his once neutral expression.

As he moved aside he revealed to Homelander the person of none other than Carly Danver. What surprised Homelander the most out of everything before him was the fact that she was absolutely intact. She was the survivor of a horrible fire, and yet, she looked as beautiful and as glorious as she had been that morning. A breathing tube shoved into her nose, sensors attached to her chest, and her hair fanned around her head as though she was an angel. She was doning oversized patient garb, her hands laid out over the blanket that had been pulled up to her stomach. 

"H-Homelander? I can't believe you're here..." The doctor sputtered, Homelander stepped further out, hands pinned behind his back as he cautiously approached Carly's bedside. He stopped at the foot of the bed, overlooking her with his x-ray vision, no broken bones, no abnormalities, she was absolutely fine. Homelander ignored the doctor as he asked questions about getting his autograph, or how he flew, or basic fan questions that annoyed Homelander more than anything. But, he was too wrapped up in the fact that Carly Danvers was perfectly fine to so much as acknowledge that nuisance. "Oh, uh, yeah," The doctor checked himself at Homelander’s undying gaze over Carly, and nodded his head. "You wouldn't believe it. We couldn't even poke her with a needle. She's got to be a superhero like you." Homelander's eyebrows furrowed, without a word, he held his hand out towards the doctor. 

   The doctor hesitantly handed him the clipboard, and Homelander nodded his head towards the door, for him to leave. The doctor wasn't going to question Homelander so he left as requested, closing the door on his way out. His eyes flitted from the words on the papers, the reports, the wonders, and back to Carly, who was laying there in all her magnificence, innocent to anything that was happening at the moment.

Eyelids hot to the touch.

Needle bent as it penetrated skin.

Blood pressure cuff popped as it expanded around bicep of patient.

Patient in state that would expect caretakers to proceed with caution.

   Homelander couldn't help the knowing grin as he processed the scribbled analysis, he moved around the bed and slowly plopped himself down next to Carly's coma ridden body. He reached a hand out towards her, a gloved hand that traced over her cheek with delicate precision.

"Oh Carly, Carly, always getting into trouble."

"And this is it, the room where the real magic happens." Doctor Miles Porter slammed the double doors open with a renewed energy, not even while guiding Allen and Carly down the hallway did he have such rigor. In fact, at the very start, he was sluggishly dragging himself along and carrying himself with haste. Carly wrote it off as the emotional connection he had to his trade, a scientist inside a lab, where he practically lived.

  The main lab was giant, much bigger in comparison to the hallways that snaked and cornered around the building, bordering offices where superior employees of Vought worked daily. It was not much different in that the overall theme still reminded Carly of a hospital. As Allen filmed behind her with his iPhone, she cracked a few jokes about the likeness. Alongside the walls of the lab stood tall shelves that had boxes, both cardboard and glass alike. The Doctor gestured to them excitedly, moving about the room with a natural grace, weaving between the island counters where beakers and expensive scientific equipment rested. "This is where Compound V is made." Carly crossed her arms and shrugged, since they had arrived at the lab a sense of unease have came over her. Usually not one to shy away from trespassing, or being mischievous, she had been cautious, alert, and uncomfortable as soon as she entered the building.

"Hol-Holy shit, Carls. I don't know about this." Allen stammered out, she faced him. He had gone into one of the boxes that were on the shelves, he removed a plastic bag that was filled with a blue liquid. Her eyes narrowed, and she nodded in acknowledgement. She faced the doctor again, eyes keened on him as she followed through the counters. He was pulling objects from their places, mixing liquids together, fiddling with unmarked micro plates.

"You think that's a good idea, doc?" She shoved her hands into her pockets, restraining the impulse to touch anything. "We already have to worry about the security cameras."

"Screw the security cameras, what about the guards?" Allen nervously clutched his hand over his thigh, hunched over, steadying his breathes. Hand still raised, continuously filming the whole ordeal. 

"There are no guards." Miles plainly stated, he exhaled with a sigh of content, and then started shoving the closed containers into his pockets. 

"Ey, look, we came here because you said you had proof. All I see is a bunch of blue stuff." 

"Hahaha, but you don't see what I see, my child." He rushed over to one of the boxes, removing a package of the mysterious gel like substance. He held it out to her, eyes crazed, grin plastered tightly to his cheeks, only adding to her unease. "It's genetic transformation, evolution fueled by humanity's lust and greed." He scurried over to one of the workbenches, back now turned to her as he arranged something on the counter. "The ability to create life." He spun on his heels, a syringe now in hand, drawn back with the blue compound V inside. Carly cocked her head at him, concern drawn on her features and she shook her head. 

"Maybe we should go."

"No, no, let me explain how it works." He placed the opened syringe on a table, tilted his head at her awkwardly. "There are several different types of Compound V, depending on the quality, of course." Carly continued to circumspect the lab space, taking in as much as she could. Her first thought was Homelander, how she had always lauded him for being a true hero. At the end of the day, he was still indestructible and strong as ever, but something changed at the thought that none of that was really his own. "The dosage, also can determine how strong the heroes abilities will be. Homelander's powers were much more focused, but he also received high quality doses at higher intakes, as an infant."

"What?" She turned to face him, eyes wide. "A-As a baby??"

"Yes. That is how Vought creates heroes, they give doses to children at young ages, wait until they grow and voila."

"But, that's-that's-" She was speechless, how could anybody do such a thing? Be so evil? For money? The ethical implications of this whole project far surpassed what she ever was investigating on her show.

"As children their bodies can easily adjust to the compound you see, but adults have to take smaller doses. It can result in death if not taken properly, especially if all at once. Its easier for a child to take to than an adult, in other words." He snorted, as if it was some sort of joke, she couldn't help but glare at him.

"How could anybody do something like this? It's horrible."

"Carly..." Allen's shaky voice met her ears like a roaring calm, a calm before the storm. He was shaking, visibly so, his hand lowering his phone as he stared into her eyes. "This isn't about us anymore." Carly could feel tears stinging at her eyes. That if the doctor was right, everything she ever knew would be a lie. She grew up on heroes, thinking that they were real, thinking that they were good. She still thought they were, that perhaps some heroes still did do good, but not all of them. That's why she made the show, to hold them accountable for their actions, and yet here she stood. She was being told that heroes were always a lie, that none of them were good. "We are about to give into this conspiracy..." Allen turned his gaze to Miles as he shot out that word. "And admit that heroes aren't real, that they were created by lies and corruption, by capitalism? What about everybody who believes in them? Who trusts them? What about Homelander? And Queen Maeve? Good people?" She dropped her head, chin to her chest as she considered his words. 

"Allen," She straightened herself, no longer needing to force the tears away, the shock, she glanced back into Allen's eyes and took a breath. That confidence in her, that determination, that spark. "We can't run away from the truth. We can't continue to hide under Vought's lies. Even if we want them to be true." She then stepped forward, nodding to the doctor, leaving Allen to stand there in his loneliness. "Tell me more, doc." 

"Parents sell their infants out at birth, to our-Vought, I mean." He cleared his throat, licked his hips, picking up the syringe again. "We inject doses into the children at a specific location, away from prying eyes."

"Here?"

"Perhaps. I was never allowed into those particular sections of the facility." Carly hadn't realize that she had now made her way closer to the doctor. Fingers tenderly tracing the surface of the metal counteracts as she went. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, allowing herself a moment to think, to accept the information given to her. 

"If you can show that to us," Her eyelids fluttered open, baby blues, crystal clear in the docs direction."We will have all the evidence we need."

"Absolutely." He grinned, and then the double doors swung open again, revealing two guards, clad in black protective gear. With their guns aimed upwards towards the three of them.

"Hands up! Now! Allen and Carly's hands shot up high in surrender, but the doctor stood stock still. 

"I forgot to tell you one thing, Carly!"

"Shut up, you stupid fuck!" Shouted one of the guards, closing in towards Allen with handcuffs dangling in the opposite hand. 

"Put the syringe down, now!" Went the other.

"I perfected the compound." And it all happened so fast. The doctor was rushing towards Carly with the needle outright, shots fired, penetrating his chest just as the syringe pierced Carly's chest. She fell backward under his weight, blood spattered out onto her jacket and shirt as she hit the ground. 

"Carly!"

"Shut up!" Allen was hit upside the head by one of the guards, where Allen collapsed to the ground in a shrill of pain, the other guard held his radio up. 

"We are going to need some more guys down in lab zero." Carly's skin tingled, her vision blurred as she glanced down at the doctor's face. His body draped over her own from the fall, an empty syringe sticking from her chest. As the life left his sour face, his lips quirked into a smile, last breath shakily snuffed out. She didn't know how to explain what she was feeling, but it didn't feel good. The doctor's words from before sinking into her mind, that these might be her final moments as the compound coursed through her. 

 The guard had now made his way to her, he yanked the needle from her, tossing it to the side. There was yelling and orders, and Allen was crying at one point, but it was all fuzzy over the piercing ring in her eardrums. When she wasn't responding in time, the guard dragged the doctor's dead body off of her and twisted her body over to slam her face against the cold white marble floor. She didn't feel it. All that she felt was the tingling, and the splintering pain of an extremely horrible headache coming on. Everything felt like it was in slow motion now, while her eyes frantically viewed what she could from her place on the floor. Across from her she could see Allen, blood pouring from his nose and as she focused on the red, she could pick up its copper smell. Allen shouted, the butt of a rifle hit down onto Carly's jaw, but nothing. Black fragments flung out before her eyes, Allen's own eyes widened at the movement and then she was being flipped back over onto her back. 

   She couldn't even move her limbs, they felt like dead weight, limp. She closed her eyes, the sound of her own breath coming too, the voices still shrouded in that harsh ringing. When she opened them she saw red, the images around her, covered in a bright hue of crimson. Then screaming finally passed the barrier of a consistent tone that thundered into her senses. Burning, something rancid, down to the core, floating into her nostrils and they stung. Red was all over and then as she finally had control over her body... darkness.

[nalgenewhore]

crossing line - part one

Lorcan Salvaterre was in love with his best friend. There was not one ounce of doubt in his soul that he was a complete goner for her. 

Right now, they were on their way to the football game and there she was, sitting in the passenger seat and rapping along to whatever song she had chosen. 

Uh, Martin had a dream

Martin had a dream

Kendrick have a dream 

“All my life, I want money and power,” Elide was smiling, her lips, painted bright red, pulled into a wide grin, “Respect my mind or die from lead shower, I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower, so I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours!” 

Lorcan just shook his head at her antics and turned his gaze back to the road that lead to Elide’s school. 

Even though they lived barely ten metres apart, they were technically in different districts so they attended separate schools. 

She laughed as they pulled into the parking lot, rolling down her window and blasting Backseat Freestyle when she spotted a boy with beautifully brown skin and bleached hair, shorn short, meticulous wave patterns over his skull, his silk head wrap hanging from his bag, his helmet tucked under his arm. “Fen!” 

The boy turned and cheered, holding his fist to his mouth as he rapped alongside her, “I’ve got twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir! Put fire to that ass, body cast on a stretcher!” 

Elide was opening the door and racing across the parking lot to him before Lorcan had even pulled into a spot, throwing her arms around Fenrys’ neck, “You didn’t show up to movie night!” 

“Yeah, I got a life outside the squad, Ellie,” he said, smiling as he set her down, slinging his arm around her shoulders. “Cute bow,” he flicked her cheer bow, attached to the base of her high ponytail. 

“Cute pants,” she shot back at him, slapping his ass. Fenrys snapped his teeth at her and they slowly started walking to the field, chatting quietly.

Just as they reached the gates, Elide swore and paused, “Fuck me, I forgot my poms! Shit, I’m so fucked.” She spun around, about to race home in Lorcan’s truck to get them and then saw Lorcan walking up, his football bag slung over his shoulder, her poms in his other hand. 

“Looking for these?” he asked, a brow quirked up and he smirked down at her. 

Elide nodded and smiled, reaching for them when he lifted them high above her head. She pouted and crossed her arms, sticking her bottom lip out, “Hey, that’s mean!” She just waited, fake sniffling and his restraint was shot, she was too cute and perfect. Elide grinned triumphantly as he passed them to her and rolled his eyes. “Thank you,” she said, wrapping her arm around his waist. 

Lorcan sighed through his nose and dropped a kiss on her head “Anytime, E.” They walked in step to the field. The guys were standing by the benches, smirking at the two of them and the look in Lorcan’s eyes promised a slow and pain-filled death.

The smirks dropped from their faces and Elide slid away from him, rocking on her tip-toes to press her lips to his cheek, “Good luck, I hope you lose.” 

She pranced away and he called after her, “I hope you fall and break every bone in your body.” Elide just flipped him off over her shoulder and he watched her for a few seconds as she joined the rest of the cheer squad. 

When he turned back to the team, they all had shit eating smiles on their faces. “What.” he snarled, tossing his bag to the bench. “Stop looking at me like that.” He used the hem of his shirt to wipe away the lipstick mark she had left.

It was Fenrys, of course it was fucking Fenrys, who began, “Lorcan and Ellie, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-” 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” promised Lorcan, feigning a move at Fenrys, who shrieked and cowered, waiting for a hit that never came. “Ha, got you.” 

“This is bullying, you know.” 

“Boy, shut your bitch ass up or I’ll do it for you,” warned Lorcan, his hands busy with adjusting his head band to keep his hair back. 

Fenrys just smirked back at him, “No you won’t, Ellie won’t let you.” 

All Lorcan could do was scowl, “Fuck you.” But it was completely true. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

At halftime, Yrene stood next to a seated, half dressed Lorcan, his jersey and padding on the ground next to him. She held his arm and twisted it this way and that, asking him where and when it hurt. “Y, I’m telling you, it’s not that ba-ah, fuck.” 

“Not that bad, huh?” she asked, her eyebrow raised. “Sure, Salvaterre. Wanna go back on and tear it more? No? Didn’t think so, you’re not playing.” 

“But-” 

Their team physio-therapist shot him a hard look and he promptly shut his mouth, glowering at the ground. “Lorcan, I know you wanna play, but if you’re trying to get signed to a university, you can’t be hurting yourself in exhibition game, ok? Save yourself till playoffs.” 

“Yeah, fine.” He took the instant ice pack that she passed him and the roll of tape, fully prepared to wrap it himself, but then Elide appeared in front of him, worry on her face, her brows furrowed. “El, I’m-” 

She slapped him upside the head, frowning down at him. “You idiot, you told me you were fine!” 

“Ow, I’m injured, you can’t hurt the invalid!” he protested, passing her the ice and tape when she held her hand out for them. “I can do it myself, you know.” 

She snorted as she moved behind him, lifting his right hand to hold the pack on his left shoulder. “Oh, I can just go back, then, if you don’t need me?” 

“Shut up, you know I need you, I’m useless without you.” 

Elide laughed, the sound melodious and full. It was the soundtrack of his dreams, a sound he would follow when he woke only to have reality crash down on him. “Don’t you forget it,” she said, her tongue poking out of her lips as she concentrated on snugly wrapping the tape. She glanced up at him and he was sure that the blush on her cheeks was from the cold. “That good?” 

“Yeah, thanks,” he replied. He leaned to his bag to grab his cutoff tank top, pulling it over his head and missing the way her eyes ogled his bare and sweaty chest, warm brown skin with copper undertones glowing under the lights as she helped him get his left arm through the hole. “You cold, E?” 

“Um, yeah, I guess?” 

“Mm, take my hoodie,” he said, passing it to her. She grinned and accepted it, the article of clothing practically drowning her, not that she minded. Elide turned back to the field and Lorcan stood, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, his chin resting on her head. 

Elide hummed and held onto his forearms, tilting her head back to smile at him. “Am I staying at yours tonight?” 

“Yeah, whatever you want,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “Oh, I got your ticket.” 

Elide turned in his arms and looped hers around his waist, “Ticket? For what?” 

“My prom.” 

She scowled at him, her voice monotone, “Wow, what a beautiful and romantic Promposal, thank you so much, Lorcan, of course I’ll go with you.” 

“You won’t go unless you get a Promposal?” he questioned, leaning down to press his forehead to hers. “Spoiled brat.” 

Elide pinched his side, hard. It was somewhat of a specialty of hers. “Obviously I’ll go with you. That means you have to go dress shopping with me, we’ll go tomorrow.” With that, she slid from his arms, halftime almost over. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Who’s hosting tonight?” asked Elide, the game over and won by Lorcan’s team, not that that was a surprise, Staghorn Secondary had the strongest team and dominated over every other school, as well as Orynth Secondary, Elide’s school. 

“Nobody, Fen and Con are never allowed to host again after last weekend and V is still grounded and Ro has plans.” Most likely with Aelin, the two had been skirting around a relationship for years.

“Fuck, that was so fun, though!” 

“Remember the next morning?” Lorcan nudged her, chuckling at the memory of her still faded the next day. 

“We don’t talk about that, what happens at Fen and Con’s, stays there.” She smiled at the memory, recalling how she had managed to convince Lorcan to go out and get her food, not that it ever took much for him to do something for her. She had him completely wrapped around her baby finger. “Oh, gods, and you hooked up with that girl, what’s her name?” 

Lorcan gritted his jaw, “Don’t remember.” 

“You so do, I’ll just ask Ace-” 

“Don’t you fucking dare, she-devil. Leave it.” 

Elide cackled as she dug her hand into his pocket and grabbed his keys, sauntering off, his eyes on her ass in her green and gold cheer uniform, a mini-skirt that hit just above mid-thigh and a tight, long sleeved crop top, her dark hair pulled up into a tight ponytail and topped with a gold bow. He barely realized that she was in the driver’s seat and starting up the truck. 

“C’mon, I wanna get food,” she whined, honking the horn to get him to move from where he was frozen in place. “Hurry your skinny ass up!” 

Lorcan bared his teeth at Elide, “I’m thicker than a Snicker and you know it. You wish you had cake like me.” She was completely unimpressed as he tossed his bag into the backseat and slammed the door shut, his shoulder barking in pain as he swung himself into the passenger seat.

Elide busied herself by adjusting her seat, moving it as far as it would go so that her feet could reach the pedals. She then jacked it up, still barely tall enough to see over the dash. Lorcan was utterly in love with her, How does one person become so fucking cute and beautiful? 

Soon enough, she was pulling onto the road, the windows all the way down and the sunroof open. A couple moments later, trashy country music was blaring through the speakers and Elide was belting the lyrics, her voice like honey and sugar, even when it was hoarse after cheering. 

Lorcan just watched her, falling for her over and over again. With every little, teeny voice crack, his heart fluttered in his chest and eventually she glanced over at him, “Sing!” 

“Not gonna happen, princess.” To really make his point, he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “Turn up here,” he nodded his head to the road that they lived on. 

“I know where we live, you asshole, and yes, sing for me, you have such a pretty voice!” Elide pointed at him as she sang, “But he don’t knooowwww…..” 

Lorcan rolled his eyes and sighed, but still, “I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, I carved my name into the leather seats...”

Elide laughed and turned onto their road, “Took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, I slashed a hole in all four tires, maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats,” she sang, turning the music low as she pulled into his driveway. She sighed contentedly, shutting off the truck and hopping out before Lorcan had even unbuckled his seat belt. 

By the time he caught up to her, Elide was perched on the kitchen counter, swinging her legs as she spoke with his mother, Odette, she turned to stare at him with a look of complete disbelief, You still haven’t told her, have you? 

He subtly shook his head and she sighed. Odette noticed his shoulder and glared as she moved closer, her long onyx hair swaying, “I told you not to play!” She began poking and prodding, turning her son this way and that. “You idiot, you’ve only made it worse!” 

“Leave me alone, Hellas below, I’m resting, I promise.” 

“You also promised us you wouldn’t play if it hurt,” commented Elide, munching on dry cereal, straight from the box. 

“Hey, E, fuck off,” he said, batting his mother’s hands away. “I’m fine, I’ll take an ice bath tonight, it’ll be fine.” 

“Ooh, sounds fun,” Elide teased, hopping off the counter. “‘K, I’m gonna go home and get some stuff and say good night to my parents, I shall return!” With that, Elide was gone, leaving out the back door attached to the kitchen. 

“You should tell her,” Odette stated, picking something off of his shirt. “You should hear how she talks about you when you’re not here, baby.”

“She talks about me like I’m her best friend. And that’s it.” 

“Oh, baby, you know I love you, but you are just so mind-numbingly stupid.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+* 

Lorcan was sprawled across his bed when Elide arrived, her makeup washed and her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. She still had on her uniform when she walked in. “Hey,” she greeted him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. 

Lorcan snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her into bed with him, nuzzling his face into her hair. “Hi.” 

She sighed and melted against him, “I’m gonna get changed and then I’m sleeping. I’m pooped.” 

He chuckled and nodded his head, sitting up and pressing his lips to her temple. “Me too.” 

She smiled softly and brushed his hair off his brow, her long nails scratching his scalp. It was times like these, these soft and warm and intimate moments when the words were sitting heavy on his tongue, but he couldn’t ruin any of these fleeting seconds, precious and so incredibly temporary. He stayed silent, grinning sleepily up at her. “I’ll be right back,” she murmured, seeming like she felt the fragility of this second and wanted to preserve it. 

Lorcan flopped back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, cursing himself for everything. He was so, so fucked. Groaning slightly, his shoulder screaming in agony, he sat up and turned on his music, the soft vibes of Frank Ocean floating around the room. 

Round the city, round the clock

Everybody needs you

No, you can’t make everybody equal

Although you got beaucoup family

You ain’t even got nobody being honest with you

A soft grunt was pulled from him as a body launched onto his lap, pinning him to the bed.

His best friend was wearing a pair of his sweats, emblazoned with Staghorn Secondary’s mascot on the thigh, his number thirteen beneath it, as well as his initials. She wore a black sports bra, her thick hair still pulled into a bun. Elide grinned as she straddled his lap, holding up a container of something. 

Lorcan shook his head, “I’m not doing it.” 

Elide sighed and she unscrewed the cap, leaning back to place the lid on his bedside table. The scent of freshness permeated the air around them as she scooped out a dollop of the face mask with her finger, “You are.” 

“I don’t want-” 

Too late, his protests went unheard and Elide dabbed it on his cheek, her brows furrowed as she carefully spread the clay mask on his face, making sure to leave his stubble alone. “Come on, it makes your skin so so soft,” she said, a light sparking in her dark irises. 

Lorcan just sighed through his nose and let it happen, his hands running up her legs to hold her thighs. He resigned himself to the knowledge that Elide was the love of his life and he just didn’t have the luxury of being hers. 

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songs (if u were wondering at all) (by order of appearance):

Backstreet Freestyle - Kendrick Lamar (good kid, m.A.A.d city, 2012) 

Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood (Some Hearts, 2005) 

Nights - Frank Ocean (blonde, 2017) 

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<Full List of Aria Kids and their Bios below the break!>

Art sketched by me, lined and colored by the beautiful Carousel Unique

Golden Knight (1008 - 1046)

Golden Knight grew up admiring the soldiers he saw out on the field and trained diligently from a young age to join their ranks. Growing up he had a fierce rivalry with his cousin Harp Note who was the same age as him and was also enlisted into the military around the same time as him. Everything seemed to come naturally to harp where Knight had to struggle for his skills, though he never hated Harp note for this.

While Harp would eventually leave the military, Knight saw being a soldier as his calling and continued to defend his country for years after. He took to all of his duties with a smile and never complained about what duties he had to perform. He even managed to find some luck in love and started a small family, though his wife knew that his duties always came first and was okay with that.

He sadly met his fate during what he assumed to be a standard escort mission that resulted in an ambush, claiming the lives of every soldier present. Knight was 38 when he passed away.

Noble Lass (1016 - 1102)

Noble Lass started off as a quiet and grumpy child who didn't really understand why adults had to be so weird. As the youngest of the first gen of siren offspring she was often the one babied in the group and she hated it. This developed into her becoming a sass riddled teenager who fought back against all the adults who thought they knew best for her and doing whatever she wanted regardless of protests. She balked at the idea of starting a family young like her cousin Golden Dew, and instead focused on improving her homeland instead.

She often joined her cousin Harp Note for his study sessions and would often discuss the philosophies that plagued their country and how they could improve them. Sadly, people would take Harp far more seriously than they would Noble for several reasons, and it drove Noble up a wall to no end. In the end she dedicated herself to a background role in writing laws and steering the country in the right direction while Harp took center stage. She often saw this relationship as her being the puppeteer and Harp her Puppet.

She eventually married a nobleman and lived a comfortable life in her cousin's shadow, having a family of her own but staying dedicated to her career until the end. She died of old age at 86.

Solemn Heart (1222-1290)

Solemn Heart is the third child of the 'Holy Trinity' alongside Holy Word and Second Lamb. Born in a small Christian community, it did not take long for Solemn to start practicing the beliefs of her fellow townsmen and her cousins. She learned to read from the Bible and believed in the teachings of the church well into her teenage years. However, ever in her early years she began to notice small inconsistencies with the teachings being presented and the way people lived their lives. Most notably, the traits she saw in her cousin Holy Word.

Solemn was only 13 when Second Lamb was burned for still believing in her mother. Solemn held a large wooden cross as both the symbol of the townsfolk's worship and her own prayer for Lamb to have a blessing into the afterlife. The truth of the matter was that she was also aware of their parents’ penchant to cause strife amongst the townsfolk with their voices, but unlike her cousin she did not believe this contradicted with her beliefs. She never expressed these views to Holy Word, as once the woman went on a tirade there was no stopping her.

From that day forth Solemn set out to reaffirm her own beliefs and to keep an eye on her cousin, trying to keep her in line. She continued to carry the large wooden cross with her everywhere she went, which served to make the townsfolk love her for her dedicated to her faith and made for a good stick to hit Holy Word upside the head with. The older she got, the more defiant of Holy she became, and while she never outright rejected the girl as family, she was very often quick to bluntly point out Holy's hypocrisy with her faith.

Solemn married at 22 and started a family with her husband, living a quaint life in the village. Her husband sadly passed away from the plague several years later, leaving her a widow. She remarried after Holy passed away and had several more children, before her second husband also sadly passed away from illness. She married a third and final time and had two more children before her body was no longer capable of having them. She ultimately lived to the age of 68 before passing away in her sleep.

Dagger Slash (1328-1391)

Dagger Slash was born during the coldest winter the sirens had ever experienced in Novgorod. The conditions were so harsh they feared surviving the night, especially with a child being born at the same time. This caused Aria to instill a sense of survival in Dagger from a younger age, teaching her how to hunt and to forage as soon as she could walk, and Dagger took to this like a fish to water.

Dagger loved playing in the outdoors and exploring the frozen north of her homeland, discovering new plants and animals all the time during her explorations. Soon she was exploring so much that she was discovering things about survival that even Aria didn't know about. She was always impressed with Dagger's attitude and creative exploration and encourage her to learn newer and better ways to hunt.

Dagger was 15 when she tried hunting a bear for the first time, thinking she was strong enough to take on the strongest predator she knew. While she ultimately succeeded in taking the bear down, the bear had managed to take her eye with a well timed slash of its claws. This didn't seem to deter Dagger much, as she proceeded to drag her haul home with great excitement.

Even after the sirens had left, Dagger became the greatest hunter anyone in Novgorod had ever known, routinely taking down gigantic game and carrying home with her own bare hands. This made her a fair amount of coin, but she never cared much for holding on to it as she didn't need it to survive. There were many nights where the tavern was filled with merriment from Dagger paying for everyone's tab, singing songs of her glory for everyone to hear.

Dagger did eventually start a family and passed on everything she knew on to her children. She would begin to slow down in her old age however, and eventually the hunting and drinking caught up to her. She passed away peacefully in her sleep at the age of 63. When the news spread, the locals decided to immortalize her in tales to be passed down for ages as 'The Blade of Winter'.

Color Splash (1509 - 1581)

Color Splash was born after nearly a century of strife and relocation for the Dazzlings, with them siring up to nobles in Poland in the hopes of finding some temporary peace. Color Splash was a sign of their good fortunes, being born as a well tempered and mannered child even growing up. She did not ask for much and enjoyed spending time with her mother and cousin.

Her noble father had high hopes for her future, even considering the possible suitors she might have around her age. Aria always kept her father's expectations in place however, wanting to make sure that Color got to choose her suitor, not the other way around. Not that any of that ever mattered to Color, as she was far more focused on the amazing art that surrounded her.

Art very quickly became her passion even from a young age, and though very few people were impressed with it at first she never lost her passion for it. She was extremely attached to her mother and took it very hard when her mother had to leave when she was 21. She created beautiful tapestries depicting her mother and aunts in her honor, and continued to strive to be the greatest artist she could be.

When her cousin ascended to the throne she offered to help Color's career to flourish, but Color turned her down. She wanted people to love her art for the art, not because of the titles attached to it. As such, her art never became famous around the word, but she lived a fulfilling life creating art that she hoped her mother would one day be able to look back on and remember fondly.

She eventually, reluctantly, married and even had a child, but never had any romance in her heart and only did so out of obligation. Her life was her art, and that was enough for her. She died of old age at 72, leaving a legacy for generations to view and admire.

Witching Hour (1791 - 1851)

Witching Hour never had a chance to truly know her mother, as Aria had used her magic to convince everyone that she had died shortly after birth and left Witching in her father's care. Aria had to leave for the safety of herself and her family, though believing her mother had died factored heavily into Witching's life.

Witching's father struggled deeply with debt during her childhood, with him ultimately marrying a woman who gave her two step-siblings. Witching never liked her stepmother and did her best to spend as much time as possible with her father instead. However her father was struggling to maintain a failing book store where Witching spent most of her time reading the books in the store. Though the business ultimately failed, Witching's knowledge seemed unusually advanced for her age to everyone around her.

Witching's home life was troubled, often jumping around from home to home, until she fell in love with a man who would become the father of her children. They declared their love by having Witching lose her virginity on her mother's (empty) grave. She would go on to give birth to a child, but would quickly lose a second to prematurity. The loss of her second child devastated her deeply and plagued her mind with imagery until she began to put the images in her head down onto paper.

With her husband's help, Witching Hour went on to write several stories, one of the most well known going on to be Frankenstein. Witching would then dedicate herself to her writing, penning several novels that became beloved worldwide.

After a difficult life, Witching Hour passed away at the age of 53 from what was believed to be a brain tumor, but her legacy and memory continue to live on to this day.

Lily Passion (1840 - 1912)

Lily Passion was born in a quiet village in the Netherlands, where she spent most of her early youth playing in the open fields of the land. Her and her family live an enjoyable life together, until Lily reached adulthood and her mother and aunts left with tearful goodbyes once more.

Lily and her cousin Soprano continued to live a decent life in their village, managing on their own with simple trade jobs and Soprano singing for the locals. Lily tended to the fields and flowers, loved nature most of all, and figured things would be the same forever.

However, a wave of changing political sentiment across the land stirred up trouble for Lily and her cousin. Wondering what to do, Soprano eventually suggested that they could follow their mothers footsteps and leave for a better life. Word had been spreading about the amazing opportunities America presented, and the two of them packed up and began the lengthy journey across the sea.

They arrived on Ellis Island and moved into a tenement, where Lily was able to quickly pick up on the English language. So much so, that she began teaching English to the children and even the adults that lived in the tenement with them. From this, she eventually went on to obtain a job teaching English officially while supporting her cousin’s singing career and the highs and lows that came with it.

She eventually found a loving husband and had a large, happy family with many children. She loved all of her children dearly, and was devastated when one of them died in the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire. She doubled down on loving her children even though her age was starting to show, so her kids wanted to do something nice for their mother.

Her children gathered all of their money and paid for her to do a grand tour of Europe as a retirement gift. Lily thanked her children endlessly and in 1910 began a two year tour all over Europe, seeing all the amazing sights she’d always been interested in seeing but couldn’t until then. She arrived in England as the final leg of her tour in 1912, and to cap off her incredible journey, she had a ticket on the luxury cruise Titanic and would go see her kids after so long.

However, when the Titanic began to sink she realized she was never making it off of the boat, and spend the last hours of her life writing a letter to her children to thank them for everything they had done for her and to not worry, because though she wasn’t long for this world, she couldn’t have been happier thanks to them. With a bit of effort, she was able to hand the letter to one of the few people who managed to get on a lifeboat, who did manage to get the letter back to Lily’s children.

Smooth Tone (1928 - ????)

Smooth Tone was born in New York City, one year before the stock market crashed starting the great depression. As a result he grew up as a frightened child, scared of so many scary things in the world. His mother did her best to raise his confidence over the years, though she couldn’t do it alone. Thankfully with the help of his friends from school, and his cousin Victory Belle, he was able to start developing confidence in his teenage years and became a very sociable and outgoing man.

Growing up he loved listening to his mother sing the most and wanted to sing alongside her, practicing singing wherever he could. His talent for singing impressed everyone around him, landing him scholarships and learning at prestigious schools for singing. Upon graduation he was easily able to pick up gigs for lounge singing and more, causing him to skyrocket in popularity with everyone who came out to see him sing.

Smooth had the great fortune of having his mother in his life a time longer than most of the other kids, as Adagio had refused to leave her children with both the Great Depression and World War II happening back to back. Though the sirens moved around to keep their identities a secret, Aria was still able to keep in regular contact with Smooth and followed his incredible career, even as he started falling in love and thinking of starting a family of his own.

It wasn’t until several years after WWII that the sirens moved far away, which was a tearful goodbye for Smooth, but Aria promised to keep in touch through letters. Smooth would then go on to have a long, fantastic career with music, singing and drinking, and even started a happy family with two kids of his own.

However age finally caught up with him and he had to retire from singing and spent the next several years of his life writing the memoirs of his life. He currently resides in a Canterlot Nursing home, completely paid for by his Mother so that all of his funds can go on to his own children and their own children.

Glittering Graffiti (1974 - 1994)

Glittering Graffiti was a lonely young woman who channeled her turbulent emotions into her pursuits, from painting her graffiti art all over the streets of L.A. and the clothes she wore, to the protests she attended for human rights, to the raps and songs she wrote and sung for the world. She was discovered at the age of 12 singing at a bar where she had gone to pick up Aria from another one of her benders and by the age of 14 she had released her first of many beloved albums and mixtapes.

She started to immerse herself into as much outside the home as possible at a young age, since the Dazzlings were dealing with a rough period and let her slip through the cracks. She was often exposed to alcohol and drug culture from tending to her mother and being the one to pick her up when she was coming down, making her reluctant to ever try herself. Even though she loved her mother and her aunts, and had a relationship with her much older brother Smooth Tone and cousins Misty Breeze and Victory Belle, she was neglected and sought sources of attention elsewhere.

She was passionate, vivacious and talented - yet impulsive, naive and without the proper guidance to see that as she became more famous so quickly, she found herself around bad influences that didn’t take care of her as she deserved.

She was performing at a benefit concert to raise money for those afflicted with HIV/AIDS when she was shot and killed at the age of 20 and is widely considered one of the greatest talents the world had ever had, a bright light that was snuffed out far too soon and her memory is a source of pain for Aria.

[juminshans]

Something I couldn’t get out of my head at midnight

It was 3 in the morning. Sleep was avoiding you, and you were avoiding staring at the walls, ceiling, and any part of the apartment you were stuck in. It all looked grey. Dark grey, light grey, grey. Everything was dull and boring, and so, so quiet. Dreadfully quiet.

You picked up your phone from the bedside table,there’s only three other people who’d be up at this time: Yoosung, Jaehee, and 707. Yoosung would be busy gaming, and Jaehee would be tied up at the office or at home. Only one other option.

Of course, he answered. You felt a bit of relief.

“Ohohoh, someone’s up early! You know what they say: the early bird catches the eye of the tiger. Don’t fall prey to anyone today.”

You giggled, “No one says that, except for you.”

“Well, I’m super duper unique and original then. Might I ask why such a fair lady has reached out to the 707 Justice Hotline? The hero himself is busy, can I, his sexy, yet simple, assistant take a short message?”

“Yes, tell my hero I can’t sleep and I’m in desperate need of rescuing!” You stretched out in bed and yawned. “Pretty please.”

“‘My hero’, that’s.. uh!” He began to stutter, and you hear the noise of an empty can rattling and a bag being crumbled. “Oh! He’s here, the greatest and strongest 7! 0! 7!” His voice took on a deeper, fake hyper masculine tone. “My dear damsel, what keeps the sandman from whisking you away to dreamland?”

You smiled, you’re glad you called him. “I wish I knew, then I wouldn’t have needed to bug you.”

He gasped, “You bugged me! How’d you do it, how?!”

“Don’t worry about it, unless you’re looking for trouble.”

“Ah! MC, you can’t just say something like that- I-“ Seven took a second to collect himself before getting back into character. “O-okay, okay. How can God 7 help you.”

You were silent for a moment, how could he help you? You didn’t want to ask him about his childhood, he’d close right up, and right when you needed to hear someone else’s voice. You just wanted to sleep and not have to be in a dead woman’s apartment for a little bit. He can’t take you away. “Tell me.. tell me about the space station. You always talk about it, I wanna see it, or, uh, imagine it.”

“Oh.” He didn’t answer right away, you could hear his soft breathing and his chair creak. He was probably swiveling side to side,“It’s in space, oh, duh. But it’s up, up way high, deep in cosmos. So far away from Earth. It’s not crazy big, it’s enough room for three people. Only three. Maybe a space cat.”

“A space Elly?” You snorted, then took a deep breath, “What can you see from it.”

“Everything.. every planet, every moon, every star. The rings, the constellations. Earth, just not the people. Just the beautiful blues and greens, and the white, fluffy clouds....” He paused, “Close your eyes.”

You did.

“Its just black all around you, it’s cold and empty. So quiet you’d think you’re deaf. Or dead.” You had goosebumps running up and down your skin under the warm sheets on the bed. “You’re alone there, but you see something. So tiny, a pinprick of white light. It’s so small, like a baby, but it’s there. Then there’s two, four, ten, fifty, two hundred, thousands, millions… they’re everywhere. Some are clustered together and make shapes, like ladles, or fish. And they’re white, blue, red, and yellow. Some are planets, planets no one has ever seen or touched. It’s a rainbow of lights, for what feels like your eyes only. It’s the cosmos. You’re in it… just.. there.” All you could imagine was twinkling fairy lights in a dark room, maybe you should buy some for the apartment.

“Is it lonely?” You opened your eyes, and everything seemed a bit brighter than you remembered. You couldn’t see the stars out the window from the bed, you wish you could. You got up and went to a window. “I mean, you’re all alone.”

“How could you be alone among the stars? Besides, when you’re alone in a space station. No one can bother you, hurt you. You’re safe. Surrounded by nothing but.. the moon and her stars. The sun and his warmth. And galaxies. Unexplored places, there’s probably life out there.”

“No one can make you happy when you’re alone though, there’s no one to joke with. No one to make you smile.. no cats to pet.”

He didn’t respond.

“It sounds beautiful, though, Seven. Could I go with you? I think I’d miss you too much if you went without me.”

“I think you could, yeah. I can see it, just you, me, and sa-.. space.” He sounded tired, his voice was soft. “That’s a good idea..”

You looked out the window to the sky above, it was gorgeous out. “Can you see the stars tonight?” Was he looking at the same sky? You traced the constellations with your eyes.

“Oh, no. I’m too busy working, but there’s a picture of them in my office.” Your heart dropped a bit. “Get out soon okay? Fresh air is good for you, and so is looking up at the stars.” You drummed your fingers against the window sill, the noise of your fingers and the soothing tone of his voice made you drowsy. Finally. “Thanks, hero. You helped me, a lot. I hope you can get some rest soon.”

He laughed, “Evil never rests. Sleep tight, damsel.”

“Seven, before you go,” you said, “eat some actual food for breakfast, and take a nap soon. Oh! And-“

“You don’t need to bother yourself with worries about me. I’m repl-.. I’m fine.” Seven sounded exhausted. Then perked up out of nowhere. “I’m not Yoosung, Jaehee, no need to nag.”

“What? Seven? Are you-“

“Good night, MC.” He rushed, in what sounded like a panic, and hung up.

Seven left his office, tiptoed past Miss Mary Vanderwood and her taser, grabbed a sweatshirt, and went outside. He lied on the lawn outside and gazed up at the infinite above him. Looking up he was reminded of its beauty; a dark vacuum with an immeasurable stretch of who knows what. It made him feel so very insignificant, but it was also the only thing that could remind him everyone else was, too.

He couldn’t look at the sky now and not imagine her. Looking at the same stars with her beautiful-

Seven drew his sweatshirt closer against his body, “No.” He couldn’t grow attached to her he was too dangerous and he was a liar. He couldn’t hurt her, So why did he take his phone out and snap a shot of the starry sky? Why did he send the photo to her and text her, “Meow~ Fresh air did feel god on the old lungs. Thanks 606”? Why was that now his profile picture on the messenger with the caption, “The moon calls for heroes and damsels to come together!!!~”?

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

He smiled to himself.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

MC texted him back. Her ringtone went off, it’s a cats purr.

“I hope that’s your ~sexy~ assistant, and not 707, who should be sleeping because he deserves it.”

He kind of wanted her to be jealous of this fake assistant. Idiot.

[starlightopia]

The Musical Touken Ranbu: Song Asks

I was bored so I thought I can pass time with this! I put a lot of thinking into this haha so it’s a big, long post. 

Taken from @rz-jocelyn

1. What was the first Touken Ranbu musical you watched? Your impressions on the songs? I first watched the Trial Performance, but before watching I was first sucked in by the songs back in summer 2016 when I first came across the musical franchise (it was the time when I started playing the game, too lol). Back then there was very little about the musical but I enjoyed listening to the songs and my impressions were that they were either catchy or well harmonized.

2. Which musical is your favourite (for its in-musical song performances)?Hmmm my favorite so far is the Atsukashiyama Ibun. I really love the Sanjou team haha I haven’t seen the latest one yet but it could possible change my mind lol

3. Which musical is your favourite (for its live performances)? Once again it’s Atsukashiyama Ibun XD the idol songs are just catchy for me

4. Favourite Touken Danshi idol team? Why? Sanjou Team! The reason is they are the first team that made me got into the musicals in the first place (I mean I am biased towards Munechika) but in my opinion, I personally think the team harmonized well as a group in terms of singing. Also they’re just like one big happy family XD!!

5. Least favourite Touken Danshi idol team? Why? I don’t think I have a least favorite lol… I wouldn’t say the Shinsengumi Team is my least favorite. I find them pretty good currently second place to Sanjou Team. As for Mihotose, I haven’t heard a lot of songs from them but I think they are good from what I hear/seen. Who knows they might change my opinion lol

6. Favourite Touken Danshi singer? Why? Ooh this is a hard one. How can one simply choose just one favorite LOL. I’m just gonna list out my favorite top singers instead of choosing just one XD.

Munechika Mikazuki (Mario Kuroba): Besides Munechika my favorite sword from the series, Mario’s singing is what got me into the musical! I fell in love with jiji’s voice. The reason that motivated me to watch the musical, too. I just feel relaxed and calm whenever he sings hahaha…

Ishikirimaru (Sakiyama Tsubasa): I find his singing to be soothing and relaxing. At first I didn’t pay much attention to Ishikirimaru but thanks to Sakiyama I became attached to this character XD. 

Kashuu Kiyomitsu (Sato Ryuji): Is there anything for me to say? Ryuji’s singing is beautiful! He makes Kashuu comes into life!! His voice has that nice huskiness which kind of makes me blush a little whenever listening to Tokenai Mahou)

Horikawa Kunihiro (Ogoe Yuki): Ogoe’s sings so clear and strong that it amazes me. I was impressed by his vocals when I watched Bakumatsu Tenrouden.

Tonbonkiri (Spi)+Ookurikara (Zaiki Takuma): Despite that I only heard a few songs, they sang well! First off, Spi. Man, he left an impression on me. The first thought that popped in was “this man sings like God” like boy got me SHOOK. He never missed a note! I was taken aback a little. As for Zaiki, I really like deep voices so I fell for Ookurikara. He really got those low notes!   

7. Least favourite Touken Danshi singer? Why? I don’t think I have a least favorite yet… maybe Monoyoshi because I think he is not the strongest singer out of TouMyu but again haven’t seen the latest musical to completely have an opinion on it yet.

8. Favourite in-musical group song? From Atsukashiyama Ibun, it’s Tatakau Mono no Requiem! I just really love Munechika’s voice in this song hehehe XD

I also really like Tsume to Kiba from Bakumatsu Tenrouden. I get the Shinsengumi feels from that song (I have a thing for Shinsegumi because of Hakuouki lol). Also Kunihiro and Kashuu sang really good in this song XD 

Plus I took a liking to Kazaguruma from Mihotose no Komoriuta. The vocals got me good in that one. Some nights I would listen to it before I got to sleep!!

9. Least favourite in-musical group song? I don’t think any comes into mind lol

10. Favourite live group song? It’s a mix between mistake and Otokomichi (both Atsukashiyama+Bakumatsu). The vocals are fantastic in mistake, especially the live performance, their voices blends in as one. For Otokomichi, the dance plays in my head whenever I listen to this catchy tune. Plus I find myself either humming or singing the song lol. 

11. Least favourite live group song? I think there is a song that is my least favorite in Bakumatsu Tenroden but for some reason it’s not popping into my head.

12. Favourite duet/tercet pair/group? Sanjou Team! Jk jk, you see the trend don’t you XD How does one simply choose a favorite! Each duet/tercet pair/group are perfect in their ways in terms of pairing/teaming. Um let’s see if I have to go for one I think Ishikimaru and Kashuu are an interesting pair. The reason for that is it’s such a rare pair to see in this franchise from my understanding from the pairings/ships still a newbie in the game (-_-;). It’s nice to see swords that don’t usually have connection/interaction with each other to interact. One of my favorite scenes in Atsukashiyama is when Kashuu confronts Ishikirimaru about who is right or wrong which lead into their duet, Mujun to Iu Na No Tsubomi. The two seem to flesh each other out if you get what I mean. The way they were able to settle their differences and worked together by protecting and fighting as a team adds to why I love their relationship. Plus when Kashuu has to drag Ishikirimaru TWICE because of his slow stats he is too slow lol XD.

13. Favourite in-musical duet/tercet song? Munechika’s and Iwatoshi’s duet more like Munechika’s solo haha, Kaeshi Uta Nagori Tsuki. The way Munechika sing in this song is beautiful along with Iwatoshi’s vocal backing up made me fall in love with this song. I’m also love Kogitsunemaru’s and Ishikirimaru’s duet song, Utakata No Komoriuta, and Kashuu’s and Ishikirmaru’s duet song, Mujun to Iu Na No Tsubomi.  

14. Favourite live duet/tercet song? It’s a tie between Utsukushii Higeki and Heart-to-Heart. My favorite is when the songs are performed by Okitagumi, Kashuu and Yasusada. Their voices fit well each other which made me enjoy a lot more from this pair as if Hanamaru didn’t make me love them already

15. Favourite in-musical solo song? From one of the few songs I heard/seen from Mihotose no Komoriuta, I like Ishikirimaru’s solo version of Ruri-iro no sora. The way he sings the sweet lullaby to the baby I can’t help but fall for that song. I haven’t seen the musical YET either lol but I already love the song gosh what is wrong with me

16. Favourite live solo song? No doubt Endless Night by Jiji! It’s such a pretty song (and Mario sang like an angel XD)

17. The song(s) that you didn’t intially love, but has have grown on you? Kira Kira and EOEOA. After a few repeats the two songs has grown on me. Plus Imanotsurugi is adorable in both songs.

18. The song(s) that you initially loved, but doesn’t/didn’t hold up well with repeated listens? Hmm I think for me it’s Mabataki. I still like the song of course, but I don’t have it on repeat that much compared to other songs.

19. Favourite variation of the song “Touken Ranbu”? It will always be Team Sanjou’s version. I’m used to that one the most probably because I listen to is a lot. Though I am slightly favoring Mihotose’s rendition of the song. Ookurikara’s deep voice makes me gush hehe XD

20. Favourite variation of a song (for songs that have several variations and/or team combinations)? I enjoy the Additional Times+Gateway medley in the live performance. The performance was fun to watch! Honestly I like all of their different variations of the song. It’s something fun to listen and see the song being performed in a different way. 

Congrats for making it all the way here! Thank you for reading and thank you to @rz-jocelyn for creating the questions/ask. I enjoyed answering these ^_^