#tessa shiny

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

Merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!! Here's an annual redraw of this and then this picture!! It's been two years and they're still decorating the damn tree

[virtchandmoir]

Maria Molch's Instagram Story (October 15th)

[puppypugll]

Please see certified technician.

Kind of Spoilers for episode three of murder drones

My interpretation about what might happen

[kdramedies]

Begging the kdrama gods for a figure skating drama 🙏

[thecattishdragon]

I'm just gonna... -dumps all of my N headcanons-

- Pansexual

- Adhd & Autism

- 20 years old

- Born/created on April 22nd

- Height: 6’6

- Ptsd, scared of loud noises

- Likes carrying Uzi around. Mostly does it when she’s tired or feeling sad.

- Knows a lot about many animals, not just dogs. Often randomly brings up facts about animals during conversation. 

- Has dents and scratches from J and V. Most of them are covered by his coat, so nearly nobody knows.

- Collects random things he finds interesting. Stickers, Books, Rocks he finds cool, and various shiny things are some of the things he collects the most. He gives shiny things, cool rocks, etc. to Uzi :>

- Rubs his claws together and taps them on things to stim

- Curls his tail around himself holds it in his hands when uncomfortable/nervous/scared

- Launches self into the air like a cat whenever startled

- Pets Uzi’s tail like a dog whenever it’s around (It LOVES him for this)

- VERY fluffy and soft hair. 

- likes headpats and scritchies ^^

- Sometimes chases tail when bored (Did this A LOT before the events of Episode One)

- Defensive of Uzi when J is around, Curls tail around her, pulls her closer, etc.

- Gets VERY flustered VERY easily. He can go from chill to a blushing mess just with a small kiss or a flirtatious remark

- His hair is just long enough to be pulled into a little ponytail. Uzi finds this absolutely adorable but TELLS NOBODY

- Often eats things he’s not supposed to. Chalk, wood, dirt, etc. His thought process is “I wonder what this tastes like.. Nothing bad will happen if I eat this, right? 

Ehhh it’ll be fine” Most of the time it’s fine. *most*

- His voice can go veeerry deep.

- Just as oilthirsty as J and V are, he’s just most excited about the HUNT, not the killing itself. He has single-handedly contributed to around 2/4 of the corpse spire

due to him wanting to be seen as somewhat useful

- Does like most anime, even the violent and gory ones.

- Sometimes has flashback episodes or nightmares where he vividly relives all the traumatic stuff that’s happened to him. Completely silent most of the time, tail curled around himself, trembling, sometimes wings covering himself, eyes closed tightly or just staring into the void

- He loves reading. He can read BIG WORDS like DISCOMBOBULATE and ABOMINATION

- Freaks out whenever he’s near a cute animal. Which, to him, is EVERY animal. Tessa has had to stop him from petting a crocodile before.

- Gets spooked and hides under the nearest bed, table, chair, couch, blanket, pillow, etc. or behind Uzi like a dog whenever there’s fireworks or lightning. He does 

think that fireworks are pretty when he doesn’t hear them

- Carries Uzi when she’s tired on long flights

- Separation anxiety

- Has the urge to touch EVERYTHING. Whether it be a cute animal or weird thing he found on the ground, he wants to touch it.

- You know this boi gives the best hugs and cuddles <3

- Clings to Uzi in his sleep and covers her with his wings. Most of the time he doesn’t even do it consciously, he just automatically does it.

- Frequent :3 :0 :D :) :( D: XD :3c etc. user

- Extremely skilled in making/preparing all kinds of drinks

- Was never really the same after the events of the show. He’s recovered well, but he’s not exactly the same. More easily saddened/angered, jumpier, anxiety levels higher, etc. 

[janecklyn]

Thought it would be fun to do pokemon teams for the duo!

Explanations, sketches, a story tidbits under the cut!

spoilers for episode 2 and 4:

Uzi's Vikavolt dies :)

Vikavolt the Railgun bug is her first pokemon :) it's a Charjabug in the pilot, evolves in her first confrontation against N and sacrifices itself to take out Eldritch J/Solver Uzi's character references witches and crows so Mismagius and a crow pokemon were a given. I was going to give her a Murkrow at first, it's hat and tail are a direct reference to a witch hat and broom respectively but Corviknight's line seems to fit her personality better. In the concept art it's known Uzi loves graffiti and planed to add flames and other stuff to N's Escape Pod, therefore Grafaifai, the "graffiti" pokemon, it's black fur even resembles a hoodie! Gliscor meets Uzi at the camp, hiding from the cold, it's a bat with a pincher tail, enough said. Absol is a pokemon that warns people of impeding danger and because of it it's seen as a bad omen, also similar hairstyles!

N gets all the good boys! Arcanine is shiny! Growlithe and Yamper are his first pokemon. Technically they are Tessa's, but since she knows her drone friends can't have their own pokemon, she distributes her 6 pokemon among N, J and V, behind her parents' backs. N gets the rest of his team in Copper-9! All his pokemon are canines that are known for their loyalty or friendliness, especially, Greavard, the ghost pup that will love you forever if you pay attention to it even once! but unintentionally drains your lifeforce, thank robo-god N is not human :) Lucario was considered but it's too righteous for N. N is the best of boys, but he's willingly to ignore morals for his loved ones.

Next: V and Tessa! if irl-work doesnt overwhelm me

[slowthypiglordblr]

Murder Drones Cast Represented with Pokemon

Uzi Doorman is a mentally disturbed Espurr 

Serial Designation N is a cybernetic Noivern

But was originally a normal Noibat

Serial Designation V is “ideal” Shiny Iron Valiant 

But was once a shiny Kirlia

Serial Designation J is a Cybernetic Garchomp

But was once a normal if self-absorbed Gabite

Doll is an especially creepy Xatu

Lizzy is a sassy Braixen

Thad is a Grovyle 

Cyn seems to be an adorable if a bit creepy Hisusian Zorua...

... but is actually a genetically enhanced Ditto that assumes Hisusian Zoroark’s likeness and abilities for her own ends.

(she’s sour over being booted from the team).

When I was writing this list, I was imagining the drones as if they were pokemon with Tessa as their trainer. Cyn was one of her first, but was kicked out after her malicious nature came to the surface. Now the abomination wreaks havoc upon the region, manipulating and killing humans and pokemon a like in it’s quest to “wipe away” the world.

[cybertroniannugget]

What if… Sam had a sibling who is very chaotic!!!! And they survive through out the Bayverse movies and when they meet Hound, Crosshairs and Drift, how would those 3 react to the crazy lil human?!? ;-;

(Could you possibly add Optimus Prime and Bumblebee!?)

Okay this is the first ever request I answer, kinda nervous tbh.

Hope you like it, and thanks for requesting^^

It's called Haiku...

Also, I don't know what pictures to add lmao

About this fic: sfw, gn reader, takes place in aoe

901 words

Sitting in the passenger's seat, squished next to Shane, you look out the window.

Sure, it was uncomfortable, but there were only 3 seats for the 4 of you.

You didn't say anything though, after they had just lost their friend, complaining would be of no use.

So you watch the wide desert landscape going by.

A white truck drove by on the other side of the road, but you didn't pay that much attention to it.

That's when the truck you four were in started rumbling. At first you didn't know what was going on, but when the seats shifted back roughly, the worn down leather replaced by more comfortable fabric seats you kind of got an idea.

"A man of taste I see. Western Stars are pretty nice.", you complimented, after seeing the symbol on the steering wheel, before the autobot logo took its place.

You opened the window to take a look at the Prime's new altmode.

Red flames across the blue paintjob, and everything was just so shiny.

"I must say, you looking good Prime!", you laugh, sticking your head back in.

"It was awesome but it was insane!", you heard Shane yell out excitedly.

The Prime's deep voice echoed over the radio, calling for his Autobots.

"I wonder If I'll see Bumblebee again. I missed that guy."

"Bumblebee?", Cade asked.

"Yeah, he's an Autobot don't worry. He's no giant insect, if that's what you thought about."

The man just raised an eyebrow at you, making Tessa chuckle in amusement.

After a few more minutes of driving you all got out of the truck, after Optimus opened the doors for you.

"Your dad is nice, but he needs to relax a lil...", you whisper to Tessa.

"He sure does, but he's trying his best."

"Never doubted that, don't worry.", you add, nudging her arm gently.

Optimus transformed, being greeted by his bots.

"Mr. free leader of the galaxy. I knew you'd make it. I never doubted it."

"Just who are these guys...", you mumble, looking around.

The green one with what looks like a cape suddenly turned to point his guns at you.

"Oh okay, that one feels like killin today...", you say, raising you arms sarcastically.

When the biggest one started lifting his guns was when you started sweating though.

But having fate on your side, like always, Optimus stopped them.

"Thanks Prime, I thought I was done for this time."

"🎶...Survivor! 🎶", Bee's Radio echoed.

"What's he mean by that now?", Hound asked, adjusting his cigar.

"We go way back. I saw Megatron so many times already. He nearly killed me twice but meh, still alive and kicking"

"Wait, aren't you that human from the fight in-?", Drift turned to ask.

"Chicago? Yeah, I've been there. Threw a brick at Megs myself.", you interrupted, proud of your past actions, arms crossed before your chest. "I've been there since the beginning. When it was just about a pair of glasses from my crazy great grandfather."

"They have fought with us. They're the only human I know I can trust."

"Rude...", Shane mumbled under his breath.

"I mean, how'd a squishy survive all that?!", Hound asked into the round of Cybertronians and humans

"Who you callin squishy?! I'm not the big one here."

"Pff, that's just armor. I'm as fast as a horse!"

"Well first of, it's as healthy as a horse. And also, it's none of your damn business how I survived all the shit I've been through. Because honestly, I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm just lucky"

You shrug, looking up at Optimus, who's serious demeanor made your heart sink.

He's always been serious yes, but a kind soul. Always open for questions.

Now he's just, well... dark.

"Well, but I'm sure as hell gonna survive this, so when we startin?!"

"Enthusiasm, I like it.", Crosshairs mentioned, spinning a gun in his servo, before tucking in back into his belt.

"🎶Where have youuuu been?!🎶", Bumblebee sang over the radio.

"Oooh, Rihanna, you got some mad taste Bee!"

Sticking your hands into the pockets of your worn down jeans, you look up at the yellow and black bot, who's optics were fixed on you.

"Well, after Chicago I needed a new place to stay. So I applied to work in a different hospital. And it led me to Austin, Texas."

You laugh

"In the good ol' south", you say, mocking the southern accent.

"I think I like that one", Hound says, leaning back against a rock wall.

"They have what it takes, like sunset colors on blue,

strength guts and virtue.", Drift added.

"If this is another hiku I swear Imma blow you to shreds...", Crosshairs murmured, turning to walk away.

"It's called Haiku!", you correct him.

"What?", he mumbled annoyed.

"I don't care what it's called. I just want to leave this place."

"Well, I like it, thank you.", you say to Drift, smiling at the bot.

In this moment of peace, it was of course Crosshairs who needed to add something unnecessary.

"Nah, it's lame"

Without warning, Drift jumped at him, swords drawn, ready to attack.

"And I thought I was crazy...", you whisper to Bee, rolling your eyes.

The bot snickered.

"Lord may you give me strength to not make anyone here short circuit on purpose..."

You squint your eyes, thinking.

"I don't even know their names yet... Wow"

"🎶Still don't know your name🎶"

"Oh you're right tho Bee.", you laugh

[iwillhityouwithachair]

Concept:

Aliens with long tails meet human children (oh god)

Blitsk was visiting the human planet, Earth, to study it. They, along with their crewmates and their human companion, were heading into their temporary living quarters.

They had to crouch as they walked through the human nest, being careful of their wide shoulders and long tail.

Humans kept so many fragile things. Blitsk wondered of their purpose as they passed a particularly shiny rectangle on the wall.

"You'll be staying in these apartments while you're here," said the human female, giving Blitsk and the others a small thing they had come to know was "paper". There were symbols on it they did not recognize. They would have to ask Vahlo, a master of the human language.

"I will be staying in this apartment," said the human, gesturing to one of the many doors.

They all looked the same. How were they supposed to remember which one it was?

"If you need anything, let me know. Now-" The human was interrupted by a smaller human running out into the square tunnel.

"Mommy! Mommy!" it squealed, tugging on the female's limb.

Blitsk's ears flattened at the horrible noise. Their crewmates did the same.

The small human stopped in its tracks as the female attempted to usher it inside. It lifted a hand to point at the nearest crew member, which happened to be Blitsk. Their eyes widened in surprise, looking around.

"Mommy," it whispered. "What's that?"

The female cringed, stopping her attempts to hide the little one. "That," she said, dropping down to whisper in its ear, "is my friend, Blitsk."

"Mommy! Is that.. an alien?" it whispered.

"Yes," the female chuckled.

Blitsk's tail lashed impatiently, waiting to be dismissed. Suddenly, they felt something touch their tail, and turned to look.

The small human had taken hold of their tail, eyes wide. Noticing their gaze, it giggled and tried to hide behind their tail by putting it in front of itself.

"Mommy! They have tails!"

Blitsk was unsure of the human custom when it came to tails, considering they had none. They looked at the female for answers.

The female shrugged. "Children, right? If she's bothering you-"

"Mommy! Look!" The little one jumped up and down, still holding Blitsk's tail.

"What is it doing?" Blitsk grunted to Saggl, who was standing nearby.

Saggl knew a lot about human young, they knew. Saggl simply shrugged and grumbled, "I think the young one likes you."

Blitsk turned their head toward the human youngling, remembering what they had learned about what humans called "pets". They reached out slowly with their clawed hand. The little one stilled, looking at Blitsk with wide eyes. They lightly ruffled the youngling's head fur, careful of their claws.

"What's your name?" it asked softly.

"I am called Blitsk."

"Hi, Blitsk. I'm Tessa." The little one smiled up at Blitsk.

Blitsk mimicked the human "smile", baring some of their teeth in a show of affection.

[bonthefuckjourx]

Music Headcannons!!

The next chapter has a little something to do with music. 😉 It’ll be out in the next few hours!

Lucifer: Loves to listen to 80’s music, but also is impartial to musicals. He’s the person who got Charlie into musicals too. Tends to stick to the more popular songs/genres.

I was made for Lovin you- Kiss

Take a Chance on Me- ABBA

Hot Stuff- Donna Summer

The Phantom of the Opera- The Phantom of the Opera Musical

Hungry Eyes- Eric Carmen

Hurricane- Deathnote the Musical

Charlie: Takes after her Dad and loves musicals. Sapphic music or LGBT is the other half of what she listens to.

Little Miss Perfect- Write Out Loud

She Keeps Me Warm- Mary Lambert

Crush- Tessa Violet

Girls- Girl in Red

Seventeen- Heathers the Musical

Monster- Frozen the Musical

Apex Predator- Mean Girls the Musical

Popular- Wicked

Vaggie: Didn’t listen to music until Charlie showed her. Mainly listens to LGBT, but typically edger stuff. Loves rock and anything with a guitar in it really.

Bad Idea-Girl in Red

Just Like You- Three Days Grace

Sweater Weather- The neighborhood

Want Me- Baby Queen

Starts with One- Shiny Toy Guns

Angel Dust: Loves pop and mainly sticks to upbeat fast songs. What can he say he lives the fast life. At night however when he’s all alone he’s a total swiftie. Definitely cries himself to sleep sometimes.

Red Cup (I Fly Solo)- Cash Cash

Call Me By Your Name- Lil Nas X

Super Psycho Love- Simon Curtis

All Too Well (10 Minute Version)- Taylor Swift

Cardigan- Taylor Swift

You’re Losing Me (From the Vault)- Taylor Swift

Boys will be Bugs- Cavetown

Husk: Definitely a hopeless romantic. If Angel is ever listening to Taylor he’ll dance with him around the room. Loves to romance Angel as he never really had that before.

Lover- Taylor Swift

Mr. Loverman- Ricky Montgomery

Save Tonight- Eagle Eye Cherry

Set the Fire to the Third Bar- Snow Patrol

Golden Hour- JVKE

Line Without a Hook- Rickey Montgomery

Cherri: Loves Kesha and 2010’s pop music. Would definitely see her at a rave.

Die Young- Kesha

For Your Entertainment- Adam Lambert

You Know You Like It- Aluna George and DJ Snake

Timber- Pitbull (ft. Kesha)

Everywhere I Go- Hollywood Undead

Intoxicated- Martin Solveig

Y/N: You listen to a variety of music. Here’s some of your “current” favs:

Art Deco- Lana Del Rey

Nonsense- Sabrina Carpenter

Kiss the Go-Goat- Ghost

In The Middle- dodie

She’s the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook- Frank Iero

Work Song- Hozier

I Wanna Be Your Slave- Maneskin

The Summoning- Sleep Token

Losing My Religion- Frank Iero and the Future Violents

Hideaway- Kiesza

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

oc stuffs from like august but I only got to color them now!! I love my children sm

[ladylamrian]

✨️ Kit meets Rook ✨️

Female Main Character: Alexis Clarissa Fontaine (Nightbound) & Astrid (Blades of Light and Shadow)

Characters: Nik Ryder, Mal Volari, Tyril Starfury, Imtura, Nia Ellarious, Vera Reimonenq, Katherine, Cal Lowell, Threep, ...

Pairings: F!MC×NikRyder & F!MC×MalVolari

Summary: Astrid accidentally opened the wrong portal.

Word Count: 3.2K words

Rating: Teen (Magic, Adventure, Friendship, Fluff)

Warnings: none, just a small fighting scene

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Comments via Reblog wholeheartly welcome

Author's note: The tiny story takes place after Nightbound and Blades of Light & Shadow Book 1. Special thanks to @chanceisagoodboy for the inspiration and idea ✨️

New Orleans always looked beautiful at night. Shops, restaurants, bars and dance pools were gleaming with bright colors and lights. But in the middle of an abandoned alley, near the street, where no one else was there, something mysterious happened. Air was filled with magic. The weather changed within seconds. The clear night sky turned into a thundery scene as rain fell down the earth and thunderbolts flashed above. But there was something else, something strange and unusual. A mysterious vortex appeared which tossed six strange figures outside. And then... it closed. The six beings remained.

"Ouch, what an uncomfortable landing!!", a lady in a gown commented as she was lying with her companions on the ground. She focused her lavender-colored eyes on her surroundings and wondered where they got.

"Well done, kit. Now care to explain where you transported us, because this doesn't look like Whitetower.", a young man with brown, shoulder-length locks and a light beard spoke. He discovered his two daggers, Stabby & Stabby Junior lying in front of him as he crashed on the ground, so he quickly picked his loyal weapons up and stashed them back inside.

"A powerful and wise never like me doesn't deserve to be lying on the dirty floor and get treated like this.", Threep, the bat-winged cat hissed. As the cat saw how everyone finally stood up from the ground, he fluttered its wings and landed on Astrid's shoulder. His cat eyes fixed on her, waiting for an answer.

"I'm so sorry for the hard landing, Threep. I didn't know it would be like this."

"Hmmph."

"Threep, will you please forgive your Astrid?"

"I suppose a snack wouldn't hurt to make it up for you, dear realmwalker.", he meowed and played around with her blonde braids like a playful kitten which made her giggle.

"Sure, Threep. But first, we have to figure out where we landed. This world looks so weird.", Astrid's blue eyes scanned the surroundings in the dark with the help of her night-vision ability.

All around them were humans. No elf and no orc. They were all dressed in a diffrent style which neither Astrid nor her friends understood. Not only this, strange machinery drove by in which humans were sitting, but there were no horses that pulled them. They moved on their own. Colorful lights are everywhere on the street. Was it magic?

"What strange world is that? Where did you bring us, Astrid?", Tyril asked.

"I don't know, but looks all so new and interesting which got me curious... Let's explore and begin a new adventure!!", she announced with confidence.

"Astrid, I don't know. It could be dangerous. We don't know anything."

"Come on, priestess. Be a little more active and open to the world. We pirates explore new places and find treasures.", Imtura agreed with Astrid.

"Imtura's right! Who knows what shiny treasures and gold we'll find."

"Can't you just NOT think about gold for once, treasure hunter. I have to agree with Nia. It could be dangerous. We don't know anything."

"Three against two, elf boy."

"Excuse me, I would like to be included with my opinion top. I'm with Nia and Tyril, because I want to go home. My warm food is waiting for me.", the nesper licked his palm with attitude.

"So it's three against three. We have a tie. This means we'll explore a little and then we'll go back home. Do you all agree with me?"

"Yes Astrid, that's fair! I just hope you know how to open the right portal which leads us back home.", Nia Ellarious, the priestess agreed, along with everyone else.

"Honestly, I'm still learning my powers. I seriously didn't thought this would happen, but I promise that I'll do better. We'll find a way to get back home!!", Astrid, the realwalker assured her friends.

The group of friends walked through the bustling streets of the unknown place and every time surprised as they made a new discovery. There were small, shining figures in green and red which signaled the humans when to cross the streets and when to stop. These secured the safety of both, the walking humans and the ones who were sitting in these strange, horse-less machineries. Was this magic?

"Hey, why are some humans looking at us like this and then laughing? Are they making fun of us? Maybe because we're dressed differently or...?", Nia asked with concern.

"Yeah, it's like they never saw an orc!"

"Or a noble elf like me. I feel that we're being watched and I do not like this, my dear friends. I told you before too, that it could be dangerous here.", Tyril agreed with Imtura.

Not far from them, a group of youngsters were enjoying themselves. One even held a small, metallic device that flashed like lightning. Out of curiosity, Mal moved closer to the group to take a closer while remaining hidden in the shadows. It turned out that the group of young people now could see a picture of them in that pose when that mysterious device flashed at them. It's like watching a portrait of them that just got painted by the flashing light.

"How can they still be here standing in front of me and also being captured in that small device at the same time?", Mal thought and immediately left, because he didn't want to accidentally get captured in an item.

He quickly joined his friends in a more quiet place, but was shocked as he saw them facing a very familiar figure.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here? How interesting! Humans, along with an elf and an orc. These two might fit well into my collection", the mysterious woman in black smirked. Behind her were standing tough, muscular men who looked dangerous.

"Uhh, who are you? What collection?"

"Oh, dear. You don't know me? Everyone knows who I am. Would your elf friend and orc friend be interested in joining my secret fighting ring under Club Persephone? Elf versus Orc. That would create a huge audience and a lot of money.", she answered Astrid's questions while pressing her face with her gloved hand as she moved closer towards her.

"Hey!!! Let Astrid go!!!", Mal shouted at the woman. He grabbed Astrid's arm and pulled her protectively closer to him till their bodies pressed each other.

"Mal, I'm fine. Don't worry, I can handle it.", she showed strength, but also gratitude towards her caring lover. They glanced at each other with full affection and love until their attention turned towards their friends and the mysterious woman.

"Oh, so you're a couple? You two remind me of that annoying hunter and his fairy girlfriend. You disgust me."

"Leave us alone, thief master.", Mal warned her which made her even more angry while the friends were surprised.

"Mal, you know that woman?", Imtura asked.

"Thief master??? You dared to call me, a thief?!! I am the Lady Smoke!!! The most powerful woman and most dangerous murder mob boss of New Orleans??!", she unleashed her anger, and finally removed her glove, revealing her palm which showed black, poisonous veins. The whole crew was shocked at the discovery. While the lady in black moved her hand towards Astrid and Mal, her muscular men grabbed the rest of them.

"Let go!!! Don't hurt my friends.", Nia shouted.

"I'll show you the strength of an orc, you rats.", the orc hissed.

"Threep, is that woman corrupted or why does she have these black veins?", Tyril asked while fighting one of the goons.

"No, it's something else.", he meowed as he tried to free Nia, the priestess. The nesper began attacking the enemies with his sharp claws.

The whole situation turned into a fighting scene. Mal tried to protect Astrid, and she tried to protect him, as they switched back and forth. Trying to protect each other.

"Astrid, I'll handle.", he grabbed his two daggers and got into a fighting position.

"Mal, I can do it. Let me use my powers."

"But..."

"Ssshhhh, I'll be safe. Don't worry, love."

"But I'll..."

BANG

Before Mal could say more, a bright light appeared out of nowhere which illuminated their whole surroundings. It took everyone a little time to adjust. They shielded their eyes from the light which was so bright. When the light faded, they slowly opened their eyes. There was a mysterious young man in a leather coat facing them, holding a crossbow in his hands. It was the holy light arrow he just shot, which caused the bright light. The arrow landed on the ground near Lady Smoke and her goons as a warning and not to injure them.

"Let them go, Smoke!", he warned her.

"And if I don't?"

"Don't make a fuzz of this, Tonya. Just let them go and everyone will be happy."

"Mind your own business, nighthunter."

"Heyyy!!! Nobody speaks to my partner like this!!", a silvery-black-haired woman appeared next to the mysterious man.

Nik smirked as she called him her partner and wrapped his free arm around her waist.

"My rook."

"Oh, so the couple is here together now. Solo suited you better, Nik Ryder", Tonya mocked.

"Shut up, Smoke!! And let these innocent people go."

While Tonya was focused on Nik and his girlfriend, Astrid used her skills to free her friends. Time for the Seduction Skill!! She swayed her hips and leaned closer towards a man who held one of her friends captured. Mal was surprised at her sudden move.

"Hello, strong man.", she winked at one of them.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You're very strong and look at your muscles.", she traced a finger on the stranger's arm who suddenly felt attracted to her. The rest of them wanted that too now.

Mal definitely didn't like it even though, she used her seduction skills several times and it helped. But this time was different. They were nasty men who could hurt her and were now hungrily staring at her. Mal had to do something.

"Hey Astrid, you haven't seen my muscles yet. Let me use them to smash those bastards.", Mal got jealous. Astrid's eyes were still on the men.

"Oh yes, Mal is right. You guys have muscles, but use them for what??!! To serve an unthankful woman. I definitely would value your hard work and loyalty. All of you.", the braided blonde played with her lashes which made the men loosen their grips.

And with that, Tyril, Imtura, Threep and Nia managed to free themselves and began fighting. Even Astrid now used her combat skill and threw a few punches at the men, while Tyril, Imtura and Mal used their weapons. Threep supported the priestess to defend everyone.

"How dare you treat a legendary and wise nesper like that??", he hissed and used his cat claws to hurt the enemies.

"Watch out!!!", the silvery-haired girl shouted and blasted a flame of light towards a goon who was about to hit Astrid from behind. The bad guy couldn't harm her now, fell backward, and then fainted.

"Thanks!!", Astrid shouted towards her and continued her battle.

Tonya Reimonenq noticed that her men couldn't win, especially against a strong orc like Imtura. So she demanded her men to retreat, getting back to her Club.

"I'll be back. You haven't heard the last from me, Ryder.", she swore revenge, quickly stepped inside her limousine and commanded her driver to escape.

"Phewww, she and her men are gone.", Nia got relieved when Lady Smoke and her goons were finally gone.

"I knew it!! An unknown world could be dangerous."

"I know, Tyril. You were right, but I'm glad we got rid of them. And these two helped us.", Astrid turned her attention towards the couple in front of them. The two stepped closer to the group.

"Damn, didn't know you guys would handle it on your own. I'm impressed. At least some people don't need to be protected which makes my work easier. And you did a great job too, rook.", Nik praised everyone.

"Awwww, thanks.", she got delighted, stood on her toes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Then she stepped closer to the group to introduce herself and Nik. They shook each other's hands.

"Nice to meet you, Alex. I'm Astrid. These are my friends, Imtura, Nia, Tyril, Mal and Threep."

"Awwww, Threep is soooo cute!!!! Eeeeeeekkk...", she admired the little, winged cat and wanted to cuddle it.

"Pardon me, but I need my personal space. No cuddles when I'm hungry, milady."

"You can talk??!!"

"Of course. I'm a very wise nesper who has to confess my hunger and speaks wise words."

"Awwww, poor kitty. You must be so hungry. Let's get you some food, huh? Garrus's bar isn't far away, he'll serve you food and I'll feed you as much as you want.", Alex picked Threep up from the ground and held it like a baby in her arms, gazing sweetfully at him.

This time the nesper didn't complain because he was ready to get treated like he always wanted to.

"What's a bar?", one of the friends asked.

"Uhhh, it's where you drink? You guys never went to a bar? My friend, Garrus serves non-alcoholic drinks too if you want.", Nik informed.

"Ooooh, so it's a tavern. Then let's go!! I could use some refreshment.", Mal immediately agreed.

"Threep, meet Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell, meet Threep.", Alex tried to introduce Threep and her pet with each other.

"Is that a kricken? But what is it doing here?", Nia asked and petted the pet.

"A kricken? It's a perrikin."

"Oh, I see. In our realm it's called a kricken."

"Oh, so you're from another realm?", Alex asked with curiousity.

Nik, Alex and Astrid's crew were now sitting in Garrus's bar, called The Graveyard Shift along with some more friends. Each of them was getting along with another very well and was having a great time.

"So you're a nighthunter who hunts evil creatures and beings at night?", Mal was talking with Nik.

"Not only do I hunt. I make sure that both sides of the world, the World of Day and World of Night are save and secure against the evil. So yes, I'm a professional nighthunter. And you are...?"

"A thief. A professional thief.", Mal grinned, raising his arm to show Nik what he was holding.

"Hey, is that... My wallet?!! How the hell did you...??"

"Don't forget to look after yourself too while protecting the world, nighthunter.", Mal mischievously smiled and returned Nik's belongings back to him.

"Hmm... I like you already, thief. You're not bad actually. I'm impressed by your skills... And I like your shiny daggers."

"Thanks, Nik. My daggers are my tiny babies. But you're very skilled too."

Not far away, Katherine and Imtura were laughing together.

"Woah, really?!!! Could you teach me how to throw axes? It could come in handy for me while hunting."

"Now that's what I call a strong woman!! You may not be an orc or strong like me, but you have the spirit. I'll definitely teach you that, Katherine."

"Thanks, new bestie.", Katherine high-fived with Imtura.

Nia Ellarious and Vera Reimonenq enjoyed each other's presence while having conversations and drinking warm lemon tea together. Both admired each other's outfits and figured that they had a few things in common.

"So that dangerous woman we met before was your mother?"

"Yes, but I'm not like her. Don't worry."

"Oh, I'm not afraid of you. I can sense that you're a sweet and pure person. Besides, I also had the similar experience. I looked up to the Light court, but they were not like I expected them to be. I may belong to them as a priestess, but I can still be different and choose the path I want to. The path of harmony.", she explained to Vera and both sweetly smiled at each other with affection.

"Wait, you're her child?? That means she can't be the person I thought she was. She looks exactly like the thiefmaster.", Mal passed by as he overheard Nia and Vera after finishing his conversation with Nik.

"The thiefmaster?", Nia asked him.

"Oh, never mind. Forget it, priestess.", Mal tried to avoid the topic and decided to look for Astrid.

"Is that a fae??", Tyril got shocked as he saw Garrus passing by with a tray of drinks. The fae was too busy with work and serving customers to notice Tyril, the elf. Then Cal answered him.

"Yes, that's Garrus. He's a fae. And the silvery-haired girl you met earlier, she's a half-fae. Are you a fae too?"

"A half-fae, how rare and astonishing!! And no, I'm no fae. I may have pointy ears too, but they are longer. I'm an elf. Tyril, House of Starfury."

"Oh, a noble?"

"It's complicated. My sister takes care of House Starfury now. I don't feel like I belong with the rest of the noble elves."

"Hey, I know what you mean. I also feel like I don't belong to my pack anymore. I'm a werewolf, but I'm not like them. An outsider. I'm different, but I feel proud of it. By the way, my name is Cal. Cal Lowell.", he extended his hand forward and Tyril accepted to shake it.

"A pleasure to meet you, Cal."

Later, Mal finally found Astrid in the corner of the room who was talking with the silvery-black haired woman from before.

"Hey, kit."

"Hey, rook."

Nik and Mal greeted their own girlfriends at the same time when they appeared. Both were surprised. They stared at each other open-mouthed for a while before turning their attention back to their partners. Alex and Astrid began to giggle.

"So Nik calls you rook, Alex?"

"Yup, and you're Mal's kit. Am I right, Astrid? Guess our boys have a few things in common just like the two of us.", she continued laughing with Astrid at the boys.

"Oh Alex, as much as I enjoyed tonight with you and your friends, it's getting late. We must return, but I will never forget tonight. You're my new friend in this weird, but modern world."

"I will miss you too, Astrid. I hope you will visit us again. Threep is so adorable. And next time when you come, you should definitely teach me your seduction skill."

"Oh nooo!!! For god's sake, please don't!!! Enough people are hitting on her already, I don't want her to get started too or get in trouble.", Nik begged the girls who giggled again.

"Awww, Nik. You're my everything. But I could use the seduction skill to convince you whenever we both disagree with each other."

"Oh, so that's your evil plan? How cruel of you, my rook?", he raised his eyebrow, then chuckled.

Then Astrid spoke, promising to teach Alex the seduction skill if she would teach her some magic. Afterall the flame of light which the nighthunter's girlfriend used against Lady Smoke's goons was impressive and could be useful. Maybe Alex could also convince her friendly stepmother, Lady Thalissa to teach both of them. For example, how to open the correct portal.

And with that, it was time for Imtura, Nia, Tyril, Mal, Threep and Astrid to go back to their realm. Back home. This time Astrid opened the right portal. And if not, then they would have landed on their next adventure.

[ria-writes-stories]

At rest at last

Ship: Envy Genre: Romance, Cotton Description: You know that there is some time between V chainsaw hand and the gang meeting J, Tessa and Doll? Yeah that's when this takes place ---------------- (No one's pov)

Everything happened so fast, it was hard to say when it all ended. N and V were scouting the area from above, looking for any signs of Doll and where she was, while Uzi was trying a different method using her laptop to try and track Doll down via the cockroach robot.

The two murder drones scorched the sky like two vultures, but it was awfully quiet, despite the wind blowing in their face, despite the sound that was created from the friction of their wings against the air, it was like they were in a grave yard where they've buried themselves.

"V." N called out with worry in his voice as he looked over at her sadly. They didn't get to talk ever since they woke up, at least V didn't… N kept persisting. He wanted to speak with her. He wanted to come clean. But it was like she was a closed gate, locked up and off limits to visitors. She didn't mutter a word, she didn't even glance at him. She simply flying in circles mindless as if finding Doll was the sole purpose of her existence… but why? What has he done to anger her, to hurt her, to cause her to ignore him like never before?

"V." N called out again as his gaze remained locked on hers, but not even once did he see her eyes show any indication of coming close to even looking at him. He could feel his heart beat quietly in his chest, like the young butler he once was when he was walking down the cold hallways of the manor after being unable to find her anywhere.

V didn't even hear him. Her mind was in a fog, her hearing, her sight, all of it was numbed, it was as if she was on auto-pilot. Why? What caused this? Was it grief? Was it sorrow? Guilt? No. It was melancholic nostalgia. For a few brief moments, she got to re-live her old life. She got to see his true smile, and not the one for show. She got to dance with him in the dark ballroom. She got to be held in his arms like once upon a time. She got to be happy beyond comparison, but then all went black, she could only hear as her sight was blinded, and the moment she heard Uzi's voice in those sweet blissful memories her heart felt with bitter poison, threatening to kill any that dared take a bite out of it.

She was pulled out of these thoughts, against her will, as her eyes opened widely to find herself falling against the current of the wind, the clouds covering the shiny moon, leaving room for darkness as she was only able to see his eyes and partially make out his figure. He was holding her, both of his hands were warped around her waist, as he looked her in the eyes with that look that brought her back years ago, that look in his eyes as if he had done the most terrible things in the world for the simple fact that she was upset when in reality he has done nothing at all, and in his confusion he resorted to punishing himself like a low life.

V's gaze softened as she looked at him sadly, gently cupping his cheeks. "Why are you acting like such an idiot?"

'Why do you love him?' 'He's…he used to be, the best thing in my life, he was…all that I had' 'And he looks at her, so you, were just an experience. What an idiot he is.'

"No matter how smart one thinks they are, they still fall in love like a fool. I've missed you." N said softly as his soft neon yellow eyes looked into the core of her soul with a yearning need of they had once. V's eyes widened in absolute shock. How could he say such a thing? She was there, all the time, but so was he, and yet, she has also missed him, beyond anything that she has known before.

"…Took you long enough." She said helplessly resting into his chest fully as he continued to carry the both of them with his wings flapping through the wind. "I know. I'm sorry." He spoke with guilt and grief in his tone as his eyes looked at her with sorrow, one of his hands resting on her head, as the other kept her close to his chest, holding her like there's no tomorrow, like tonight was the last night that they will ever get to experience this.

V sighed heavily. "Things will go back to how they used to be…before…" "I know. I don't want them to." "Don't lie to yourself N…you know we could never…" "Why not? Are we not the same?" "No. We are not." V said with a soft smile as she gently caressed his cheek all the while he looked at her pleadingly.

"I've changed for the worst, and you finally started to change for the better, I can't take that from you. She'll take care of you well." V said content with her statement as she closed her eyes and smiled softly as N looked at her in shock.

"Than…tonight. Can we have, tonight?" He asked with a sadden smile. "Tonight." She replied without bothering to open her eyes as she kissed his forehead softly.

"Why don't you open your eyes?" "Closed or open, it's the same for me. It's dark out here, so I may as well be asleep for all I know. Plus, with my eyes closed at least my system gets to rest, you know, my vision never got fixed. I still need my glasses, and my eyes hurt after a while for forcing them for so long to try and focus, it hurts." She was everything he wanted to look at, but she couldn't look at anything anymore.

They landed softly as N held her bride style in his arms and softly pressed his forehead on hers. "You're still the perfect girl that anyone could ask for." N said with a sheepish smile as she simply kept her hands hooked around his neck. "Are you saying that to butter me up?" V teased as N smiled softly, looking at her with affection and love, but a tad of sadness was there. "No. You promised me we can have tonight, right? Please let us have tonight and let me say everything I want to." "Alright. Go for it." V said breathing heavily as to maintain herself.

The sadness was replaced with joy as soon he began to pour his heart out. The past could not remain in the past if we carry it in our heart, so that is what he did, he freed the old life that he dreamt of every night from his heart. Soft words of love and confessions that he was too shy to say all those years ago filled her ears, placing a soft smile on her face, as if those words were enough to satisfy what they used to have, as if that was the missing link between their past and present.

It was like they were young again, or at least, as if she was. She didn't feel like he did. He was still so energetic, he might as well have been the same age as Uzi, but her? She felt old, terribly so, she hated it but she had to admit it, she would sometimes think of Uzi's dad, that wrinkled old man, and ask herself who between the two of them was older, him or her?

This world made no sense for them, nothing around them made sense anymore, not even each other, but they were happy, for once after years, they were content with each other. He got to express his adoration for her, and she got to bandage up her wounds with those words. He didn't wait for any words in response, he didn't wait for any shared feelings, because he knew no words could ever suppress what she has done for him up until now, that it could never compare to her simply being there and allowing him to hold her.

"You know what we never did?" V asked as she opened her eyes, but she didn't look at him, she looked at her hands, she looked at her lap, at the ground, everywhere but nowhere near his gaze. "What?" N asked puzzled. Was there something that they didn't do? It felt like they did it all. Genocide, dancing, loving, laughing, crying, hating, what had they not do in this life?

"We never kissed." V said simply with a soft smile on her face as the boy's face went ablaze at once as he looked at her startled, his tail jumping out in shock as he did not expect that statement. "O-oh w-w-well I did say tonight-" "No." V cut him off shortly as N stopped conflicted at her words.

"Do you want to kiss me?" "W-well if you want to-" "Not what I want. Do you want to kiss me?" V asked simply as she didn't even bother to look up at him, as she was unphased. "I…want to hold you." N said after some time of pondering. "Then keep your kiss for who you want to kiss." "What about you? Do you want to kiss me?" N asked as he looked at her titling his head.

"I don't want to kiss you, no. Not like back then. I don't feel that need anymore, it feels…silly to do that." V said with a small sigh before looking up at him. "You've always been such an useless idiot." She said with a content smile as he looked at her taken aback by her words, not that he was disagreeing but he didn't expect these words from her.

V took his hand and gently intertwined their fingers together. "How does this feel for you?" "It feels…nice." "Elaborate." "Well… it's pleasant but… it feels a bit…off. It doesn't feel like a feeling that I would miss." "Good." V said as she softly let go of his hand.

"When you'll do it, and feel your heart pounding against your chest, don't let that person go. That's how we used to feel when we used to touch. There would be sparkles between our hands. We'd get electrocuted. It was like a small tickle, and it drove our system into overdrive. Don't ever hold someone's hand if you don't feel your world being thrown upside down, because that is what you should feel, but we don't feel that anymore, not for each other." "But…it's scary not to hold onto anything." He said looking at her lost.

V got out of his arms and got up on his feet. "I know. I guess that's why we've been holding onto each other for so long even if we forgot why. It's really scary." V said with a small smile. "We have tonight, don't we?" She asked with the same expression on her face. "Yes…we do." N said as he extended his hand out and gently took hers.

A signal from Uzi, and the two hand to start walking. N was ready to let go, but V held him in her grasp softly, she knew he didn't want to let go, not yet at least, he could never, so, she had to do it for him, one last time.

The two began to walk in complete silence as V began to ponder about what comes next all the while N's tail nervously swung left and and right not knowing what to do with himself. Has so much time already passed? Has he truly lost himself in his words so much that he didn't realize how long it has been since they were out there for?

The two eventually found Uzi and as they followed after her, in the hopes that the signal that she found was indeed a valid one and not a false alarm they began to make out a few figures in the distance, two old faces, one more welcomed then the other, for at least one of them.

As they finally realized who they were, as they finally got there, the night was over, the last night they got to share together came to an end, but even so, it was alright, because they got to feel like they belonged one last time.

Old wounds were closed with bandages, stitched up with a sewing kit, which hurt for the moment, but in the long run these stitches will help fully mend the wounds, leaving behind scars that'll forever remind off the wound, but also show the improvement from then and now.

The past could finally rest.

In a completely dark plain of existence the butler found himself laying on the floor, his head pounding with a headache as he sat up holding his pain in excruciating pain, his ears were ringing and his vision was blurry, but when he opened his eyes, a familiar figure was awaiting him. A young maiden, wearing a pair of round framed glasses as she gave out his hand with a loving soft smile.

"Took you long enough." She said in her usual kind and warm tone as the butler slowly took her hand and got up, he was a bit wobbly on his legs, but he eventually managed to stand up straight.

"Come on, we have to go." "Go…where?" The butler asked confused but the maid simply smiled. "I've been waiting for you for some time now, I'm glad you finally came, I was beginning to worry." She said simply.

The past was free at last, and the future rid of its chains.

The end

[wardenannie]

Love your fics!

What about tess teasing Joel, while Joel is pathetically horny and whimpering/begging :)

Thank you anon! Love this prompt :)

NS*W below the cut!

She's on him. Over him. Lips to his ear, dragging along his stubble and jaw. They're bare, stripped down to nothing but their scarred skins. Chest to chest. Heaving against one another.

Her lips ghost his, tasting the scotch and her cum on his breath. His face is still shiny with her essence from when she rode him. His pupils are black and blown, swallowing up all of his hazel iris.

"Tessa," he mutters, half-drunk on lust, half-drunk on booze. "Please."

They've been at this for hours. Her idea of a game. Teasing him to pristine hardness, touching, licking, kissing and fucking him to the point of orgasm only to back off. Touch herself instead. Make him touch her until she comes again and again, but never does she afford him the courtesy of mutual release.

"Patience big guy," she tuts, and she emphasizes the pet name by reaching down and stroking his cock.

His balls are tight aching. He would just overpower her and fuck her right then, but his wrists are restrained to the headboard with thin strips of leather tied tight.

Tess snuggles against his chest, and for a moment he is lulled by the gentleness of this gesture. But then she walks her fingers over his pec, up to his collarbone. Her eyes flashing with mischief, contemplating her next move carefully.

"Please, Tessa," he groans, shifting his hips against the mattress. "Need ta come."

Tess gives him a small pout, then slinks down his big body with all the grace of a cat. She settles on her knees between his thighs, hazel eyes carefully considering the veritable tumesence between his legs.

"You have a pretty cock," she murmurs, then she spits into her palm before taking him in hand.

He doesn't really want to spill into her fist when her mouth and pussy are both so near, but at this point he will take whatever he can get.

She strokes him in long, slow, tight pulls. Twisting her fist around the head before descending again. Her eyes are dark and hooded, lower lip pulled between her teeth as she feels the glide of his soft skin in her palm.

But it's not enough. It's too slow. Too dry a touch.

"Tess," Joel is pleading now. Cock throbbing, heavy balls aching, guts tide up in a tight, hot coil. "Tessa, baby, please."

Her hand goes still on his shaft. Eyes flitting to meet his at the head of the bed. He's pulling fruitlessly at the restraints. They hold.

With a sigh Tess crawls back up his abdomen, coming to lay with her chin on his sternum. Her lashes brush her freckled cheeks, and Joel is struck dumb by her simple beauty. She wets her lips with her little pink tongue, then smiles, small and coy.

"You want to come, Joel?"

"Yes," Joel breaths. Then he adds, "Untie me. I've earned it. I wanna hold you."

"You want to do more than hold me," Tess teases. She arches her spine, curving up to kiss him hungrily on the mouth. She tastes of cigarettes and scotch and mint toothpaste.

Joel pulls against the restraints as he kisses her in turn, moaning into her lips. Please, he thinks. Then speaks it into her mouth, low, pathetic, needy, "Please."

Tess pulls away. Smiling at him with mischief written across her face.

She slides down him again, relenting some. She presses herself to him. Wet, hot, sliding down the turgid length of him.

"Oh God," Joel groans. Because it feels so fucking good, but it still isn't enough. "Baby, I wanna touch you."

Tess kisses her teeth, plants her hands on his pecs, rocking against the thick line of him. Making him slick with her cum, "No touching."

She kisses him again, slow and sensual. Grinding on him, rutting against his cock in strokes long enough to allow the head of him to catch against her hot, tight slit again and again.

Joel groans when they part. Tess presses her forehead to his. They breathe each other's breath. Hot and fast. He must taste like her cum.

"Tessa baby," he moans. "Please. Need ta fuck you."

"Oh?" She slows her movements, settles with the fat head of his cock pressed to her entrance, pressing just enough to begin to guide him in.

"Fuuuuuck," Joel's eyelids flutter, and he lifts his hips up and off of the bed, desperate the be inside. Desperate for that sweet suction and pressing massage of muscle around him.

Tess leans forward as her hips press back, allowing the barest inch of him to slip into her, her eyes flash dark, possessive, "Beg."

Joel struggles with the restraints again, the headboard creaks in complaint, "I ain't gonna- I know you want me just as bad, Tess. You're soaked."

Her expression falls into one of utter disappointment and she pulls away, rolling to lay beside him on the bed. His cock smacks wetly against his belly and he makes a sound of total frustration.

"Bitch!"

She tuts, turns his jaw do he's facing her as his muscles bulge and he fights his bindings, "Now, Joel, that's no way to-

The restraints give. They snap like rubber bands. The leather rips and tears and his hands are free.

He's on her in a heartbeat as she squeals with surprised laughter.

Joel flips his partner onto her back and kisses her with teeth scraping hunger. He ruts helplessly against the soft skin of her middle.

"Joel!" She barks in laughter, one hand on his shoulder, the other reaching between their bodies. All of the coyness has left her, and now she eagerly takes the thickness of him in her hand and guides him into her cunt.

He jerks at the sensations. Burying himself in a few rough thrusts.

Tess's laugh morphs into a moan. Her nails curl into his shoulders, biting into his skin until blood beads around them.

"Holy shit," Joel curses, their flesh slaps. "Holy fuckin' shit."

"Harder," Tess encourages, locking her ankles at the small of his back. "Fuck, Joel, harder. Come for me."

Joel snorts like a bull, puffing, muscles straining and sweat beading over his scarred skin. He puts all of his strength into it, his whole back. Tess wails, heels digging into the globes of his ass.

"That's it!" She's already fucked out bu his fingers and tongue. Oversensitive from so many orgasms, she comes fast and hard.

Her cry of pleasure is wordless. Nails carving down his spine, legs widening to recieve each thrust as deeply as possible.

Joel puffs and huffs and fucks her straight through it. Feeling the rush of wet around his cock. He grips the bedsheets until they tear. Her pussy settles into a tight, post orgasmic squeeze around him and that is enough.

With a roar he seats himself and spills.

Tess soothes him through it.

"Good boy," she says. "Big strong man. Love you so much. So fucking much."

He collapses beside her, tugs her into his arms. A rush of cum spilling between her legs as he kisses her hair and cheeks and eyelids.

"Love you," he grunts. "Yer so fuckin' perfect."

"I know," she laughs. "I know."

[seasonal-writes]

“small / cuts” (kinda like a sequel to “bruised / kissed”) (from this prompt list again. i had my friend pick this time!) edit: this is also on ao3 now! :D pairing: jimmy / tango cw: kisses, very mildly suggestive(?), one little wound, knives also, fun fact: i found “kitchen song” by tessa violet right after i wrote this. so, if you’re interested, that song is definitely associated with this now, and rather fitting! give it a listen. :) i don’t know how much justice i did for the prompt, as i mostly had ideas for the second word rather than the first. so, do with that what you will, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless! ~ Jimmy is.. okay at cooking. He’d never properly learned how to make the fancier things, and he was often prone to burning things that he had no experience with. Usually, you could tell it was the first time he was making something if it came out with a thin layer of black across the top, steaming. Bonus points if it got a weak thumbs up from Tango across the table, muttering something like “It gives it flavor” through a full mouth, chewing quickly and scrambling to swallow before he can really taste it. Jimmy knows this. So does Tango. Neither seem to let it get in the way. The one thing Jimmy is good at is prep work. He’ll cut fresh vegetables from their garden all day, using their array of knives to cut carrots or celery, all the results of a good harvest depending on the season. Despite never being the most dexterous person out there, he seemed to have an odd talent in it, all along enjoying it. He sweeps the pieces of a sliced carrot from the cutting board and into a shiny porcelain bowl next to him. They plop in with a clink , joining the small pile he’d just begun working on a few minutes ago. Jimmy hums a soft tune, accompanying the quiet, rapid click of the knife slicing through and knocking against the wooden board beneath his hands while he continues to prepare for dinner.  It’s just as he swipes another one into the bowl that the door swings open.

He glances over at the expected company. Tango closes the door behind him with a big heave of air, then crouching down and working on undoing his laces. “You know, I expected fixing the gate latches with the cows inside the pen would be a little challenging,” he says, standing up and stepping out of his boots, “But never did I think they’d be so keen on knocking me over every chance they got.” He walks over right away, leaning up and kissing Jimmy’s cheek. “They just like your company,” Jimmy says with a chuckle, eyes going back to his work, though he smiles goofily at the affection, “They hardly ever get to play with you.”  “Play…” Tango considers the suggestion, snorting, “Sure, hon.” Jimmy allows the arm around his waist as Tango leans against him, watching him cut. The warm man smells like fresh grass and dirt, surprisingly missing a more unpleasant scent that Jimmy fully expected. Not that he’d notice anyway, with how often he was out in the cowpens himself.  “Hungry?” Jimmy asks.  “Mhmm,” Tango hums in response, dirt-smudged face practically inhaling the fabric of Jimmy’s shirt sleeve as he’s face first into it.  “It might be a little while, I got a bit of a late start. You’ve got time to clean up ‘n things if you’d like.”  There’s brief silence. Tango moves off and places his hands on the edge of the counter. Jimmy spots him watching, and is about to ask what he’s staring at as he pauses his cutting. “You should let me help,” Tango suddenly says, immediately reaching for the knife in Jimmy’s hand. He yanks it away instinctively. It glints in the lantern light as he does, pulling it off to the other side of them and out of reach. Tango pouts, and Jimmy’s laughing. “Well, I don’t suggest trying to steal my knife! Bad start,” Jimmy tries to scold through the giggles. “I know what I’m doing,” Tango says, looking almost offended as he does little grabby hands in front of him, “Let me do this while you work on other stuff!” “Tango, darling, I have a handle on it. You’ve been workin’ outside all day. It wouldn’t be very fair,” Jimmy says, “And if this is some attempt at getting me not to burn-” “No, no! Really, I wanna help. It’d be fun. Please?” Tango asks, all smiles and a voice full of something sickly sweet. It makes Jimmy’s stomach whirl, seeing him so keen on them cooking together. He can’t say no to Tango generally, and he certainly won’t be able to at this moment either. Jimmy sighs, a little dramatically for effect, and holds out the knife handle-first to Tango. “That would be fun. Here. You cut the carrots, I’ll get the table set.” The excited smile on Tango’s face is reminiscent of a child’s, pointed teeth on display in a happy manner. He gently takes the knife from Jimmy and gets to work. Jimmy knows he’s fully capable, so he moves around to the other side of Tango and swings open the top cabinet. The knocking against the cutting board while Tango cuts is slow at first, awkward and funny to Jimmy’s ears. He’s pulling down two plates and reaching for a cup when he gets a look at Tango, who seems to know what he’s doing, but it’s a little funny to watch him—a man who works directly with inventions and tiny machines and things of the like—cut the most wonky carrot slices Jimmy’s ever seen. Despite the comedic effect of it, his chest swells with that sensation of love. It’s adorable, Jimmy thinks. “Is your back feeling better?” Tango casually asks as Jimmy passes behind him, walking over to the small wooden dining table tucked into the corner.

“Yeah.” Jimmy nods, setting the things down, “Much better compared to last week. I think the bruising’s clearin’ up too.”

The memory of that evening slips back in briefly, making those very nerves in his back come to life while his breath seems to hitch for just a second before releasing. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s obvious that the memory will forever be tinged with the chills.

“That’s great. Try not to go falling off any more ladders, huh? Can’t have my pretty bird getting hurt again.”

The words and endearing term flitter out of his mouth with apparent ease, and Jimmy’s getting a little warm at pretty bird when his mind continues to wander.

He notices Tango’s dense focus on the task at hand, and raises an eyebrow to himself. After setting one of the plates by his own chair, he makes an effort to be nonchalant as he approaches. Slowly, stalking, a playful nature coming about him in a wave. Hands tingling with some sense of anticipation and a sneaky revenge plot in his head, Jimmy slowly snakes his arms around Tango’s waist from behind. “I should be almooooost… hi, what are you doing?” Tango starts to say something, but his voice gets a little squeaky. “Nothing. Observin’ your work,'' Jimmy says, leaning his chin down and resting it on Tango’s shoulder, “Keep going, don’t mind me.” He peeks over, looking down at the carrots. Tango’s shoulders tense beneath Jimmy’s chin, especially when his back is gently pulled against Jimmy’s torso and leaving no space between them. With a closer proximity now, Jimmy’s brushed with the scent of him again. Grass and the faintest scent of smoke is a different kind of combo, but he can’t say he minds. It makes him think of summer camp, of nights in the forest, evoking senses and memories but mostly whelming him with that ever-present association of love. “Oh.. Right,” Tango says, sounding a little like he’s convincing himself, before returning to a very slow chop..chop... of the carrot. He audibly gulps. “A-And what’s the verdict?” “Hmm..” Jimmy hums curiously, trying his best not to laugh at the reaction he’s caused. He moves his mouth up, placing a big kiss on Tango’s cheek. “They’re a little small. Maybe bigger pieces, or else they’ll just dissolve in the pot,” he adds, voice low. Jimmy can feel Tango shudder,  a little nervous laugh bubbling out of his mouth. Jimmy’s lips remain on his skin longer when he kisses him again, lingering in what he knows is a torturous manner. He can feel Tango lightly squirm in his embrace, hands playing with the hem of the loose work t-shirt. “What are you doinnng?” Tango asks again, a little more insistently, that chopping now stuttering and nearly stopped, though a surprising amount of focus for someone who Jimmy knows to be so easily distracted. “I’m just watching. Gotta make sure you’re meeting.. carrot criteria..’n things..” Jimmy insists again, words floating as his mind goes a little fuzzy and his mouth finds the warm spot just below Tango’s jaw. He was good at teasing Tango, sure, but it didn’t go without its consequences. Just as it got a rise out of his partner, it got one out of him. “Mhmm. I have a feeling this is more of that payback you mentioned,” Tango hums with a rasp that can only mean satisfaction, “And I hope you know I am not falling for- Ah!” Tango lets out a sudden hiss, the sound of something clattering onto the counter as he jolts. The inherent need to get Tango as far away from the danger as possible—whatever that may be in the moment—takes over Jimmy as he instinctively pulls him back, arms tight around his waist. Tango stumbles back with him, the knife still wiggling on the counter with the movement. Jimmy releases him slowly, and Tango turns to face him with a tightly knit brow. He holds up his hand, pointing his pointer finger out. Just below Tango’s claw, and just visible with the red-stained skin, is a little bleeding cut. Nothing major, the knife barely having dipped in enough to make it bleed. It drips a little, and while it does unsettle Jimmy, that rising panic seems to die off. “Ouch..” Tango groans, not so much in pain, but just out of reaction. “Oh goodness.. Just a cut..” Jimmy breathes in relief. “It’s okay, I’ll go grab a bandage and get back to- Hey-!” Tango says, words getting caught up as his wrist is grabbed. Jimmy raises the injured finger to his mouth, and lightly places it between his lips. As he does, Tango’s pupils visibly blow up, consuming most of the space in his eyes. Jim gently sucks some of the blood away, that iron taste attacking his taste buds for just a second before he releases Tango’s wrist and lets the wounded extremity fall from his mouth. The moment is quick, but Tango seems to lag in processing. He’s silent, mouth hanging open in utter shock. Jimmy’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip, wiping away just a speck of blood that stuck around. He wonders how sick it is for him to be so entertained by the whole thing. “What the..” Tango starts to say, voice crackling. If he wasn’t overwhelmed a moment ago, he definitely was now. “Just to stop the bleeding for a second. I’ll go get a bandage for you,” Jimmy says with a genuine smile, but a slight, playful chuckle. “Oh no you will not,” Tango says, catching Jimmy’s shirt just as he steps back, yanking him in. “But your cut, Firefly-” “There’s no way you’re pulling a cute little stunt like that and thinking you’re getting away with it,” Tango says with sarcastic, wheezy laughter, “You big.. silly.. carrot..” Tango growls with the last words, silly as they might be, which makes Jimmy’s eyes go wide as a new energy seems to enter the arena. “And what about dinner?” Jimmy asks, curious but grinning wide. “Later.” is all Jimmy can process before he’s pulled into a long kiss. 

[karahalloway]

(Less Than) Noble Intentions - Playlist (and new cover)

I know I have no worked on this series for a long time (as my focus was on trying to finish up Sleepless in New York before I got sidetracked by the Polo! side-project)

But I have not forgotten about (Less Than) Noble Intentions (in fact, it is very front of mind as I am trying to figure out the next chapter in my spare moments), but in the meantime, I would like to treat you to:

A shiny new cover!

If you recall, the old cover featured a brunette, which I picked when I started writing the story. However, this never really sat well with me considering the fact that Harper is blonde... But finally, after many days of searching, I have finally found a replacement pic to serve as the cover!

The playlist!

I know this placeholder has been languishing on my masterlist for ages, but I have now finally had the time to compile the songs featured in the story to date in a playlist.

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