2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
There’s stuff in my feed for Arthuriana and the Homeric epics and I love that. There’s no sell-by date for any creative work and it just shows someone’s insecure immaturity when they say things like what OP described.
Hell I’ll bet there are Epic of Gilgamesh fans out there who got into that because of, like, the Picard meme. Loyal early adopters and enthusiastic late adopters make the world go round, dammit.
For this night, attending an inconsequential event, Padmé posed as one of her handmaidens to enjoy it with Sabé.
[COMMISSIONS] - [PRINTS]
Yapping about sabédala in my au, and line below vvv
The lyrics are pulled from this Kompromat song <3 (if you've never seen the music video... you should fjjfk It's Rebeka warrior and Adèle Haenel getting married with neon lights what's not to love)
Since they where 15/16, they followed an affection pattern that blurred the lines between friendship and love, without ever verbalizing it. A desperate need for real human connection on one side, and a never ending adoration on the other. They are their first lover, and their relationship lasted up until Padmé saw Anakin again. It wasn't a constant thing, sometimes Padme would pull back for days or months, finding another man or woman, sometimes for no particular reasons, but always coming back to her. But after Anakin entered Padmé's life for good, Sabé felt it was different. She knew she lost her queen when she stopped looking at her.
They never needed to verbalize anything for so long, Padme never said anything. She just unconsciously pulled away little by little, leaving Sabé behind.
Padme fell for Anakin, because with her she could drop the Queen/Senator Amidala act, let herself be less than perfect, a real person.
For Sabé the sky got overcast, the sun is still here but she can't feel her warmth. Not in the way she used to
To sum it up : Anakin homewreckerrrrrr (unknowingly but still)
This kinda has some giallo vibes- ig it's appropriate since Naboo in sw2 was filmed in Italy
PS : would you fuck your clone ? Padmé and Sabé answer "yes of course, who else would know me better ?" in unison
Also guess who's who ;) if I did my job correctly it should be somewhat obvious which one's Padmé and which one's Sabé
Today I bring you some Lae'zel/Jaheira, and I blame @justmightyshadows for the awakening my need to ship these two. Hope y'all enjoy this one! Kudos, comments, hearts and any other form of sharing and interaction will be more than welcome!
Ship: Lae'zel/Jaheira
WC: 576
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, duel
Of course, you can also read it on AO3.
The vines curl around her limbs, their grip tighter than that of steel chains. Lae'zel groans in defeat. She has no strength to fight them anymore.
So she lies helpless, her cheek pressing on the dusty ground, as she catches her breath. The sound of approaching boots rings in her ears. Then a wizened hand ruffles her hair tenderly before offering itself to her.
“Get up, cub.”
As the vines slowly let go of her and vanish, Lae'zel looks up at the silver-haired woman standing in front of her. She should be humiliated, beaten by an istik, and a much older one at that. However, she can feel nothing but the deepest respect for Jaheira.
Well, respect and an irresistible attraction.
She's tried to ignore it, to push it down, but it has all been in vain. From the moment they first met at the entrance of Last Light Inn, Lae'zel has been fascinated by the High Harper. At first she conviced herself that it was just admiration. Jaheira is, after all, a kith'rak to her own people, the kind of leader she wishes to become one day. With her practical attitude, her wisdom and her determination, she wouldn't feel out of place riding a red dragon. But there's much more than that. Ever since they took pleasure from each other after fighting the cultists in Moonrise Towers, both of them possessed by the high of victory, Jaheira has carved herself a space in Lae'zel's brain. A much bigger one than she'd dare to admit.
More often than she wishes, she has caught herself – even in the middle of a battle, much to her shame - distracted by her nimble moves, how her twin scimitars sting her enemies in a wild dance before they can react. The confidence and authority in her step and voice, which can draw everyone's undivided attention even with the faintest whisper. The cunning glint in those forest green eyes, the way her face creases whenever her sly smile plays across those lips; they taste like aged red wine and kiss with the firey passion of a much younger woman. The mossy scent of her skin, a mix of pine needles, spices and wood.
Lae'zel couldn't take it anymore. This is the reason why on this warm night, as soon as she was sure everyone else at camp was asleep, she snuck into Jaheira's tent and asked her – almost begged her – for a duel. Now, while she accepts her helping hand and gets back on her feet, Lae'zel wonders what she had hoped to accomplish. To have Jaheira prove herself worthy? She has seen her wielding her blades and magic enough times to know what she's capable of. To prove to herself that Jaheira's battle prowess is still not comparable to hers? As if that would do anything to diminish her desire. To win and destroy her, the person that threatens her sanity? Deep in her heart, she knows she wouldn't have been able to hurt her.
“You are jhe'stil,” Lae'zel says, adoration and disbelief floating in her mind. “You were stronger. I was steel, but you were silver.”
“I am not your superior, Lae'zel. I am flesh and blood and bones like you, like everyone else. I just happen to be more experienced.” Jaheira takes Lae'zel's chin in her hand, her thumb caressing her bottom lip before she plants a soft kiss. “Now let me take care of these wounds, will you?”
Some Like 'Em Dougy (Chapter 9 - Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction)
We're back! Pizza and tea, what more could anyone ask for?
Ship: Shadowzel
WC: 3,127
Warnings: Subtle body shaming
You can also check it out on AO3. Thanks in advance for reading! :D Comments, hearts and reblogs will make me very happy!
A cloud of heat blows onto her face as she opens the oven. Shadowheart puts her mittens on to take the pizzas out.
“This would be faster and less risky if you used a peel,” Lae'zel observes as she starts slicing them.
“I know, you say this every single time,” Shadowheart sighs with a little annoyance. “You will be glad to know I've already ordered one online. Should be here the day after tomorrow.”
“So you actually listen to me. I am impressed.”
In response, Shadowheart gives her a slightly playful nudge to the ribs.
“Dunno about listening, but I certainly hear you more than I'd like to.”
“Rude.”
Shadowheart shakes her head with a wry smile. Now that her mittens are off, she stretches and flexes her fingers. It's still too early for the first customers – unless it's some random college student who has been partying until dawn and needs a pick-me-up before class. She can't help but feel a little sympathy when one of those turns up, with rings of sleeplessness below their eyes, untidy hair and clothes too daring for a classroom. They bring her back to simpler times, when all she had to worry about was getting good enough grades to pass her courses and had an active social life. Back when her parents were still around. Gods, she even misses how they used to tell her off for coming home too late when she had lessons the morning after.
Well, at least the social life thing might be about to change soon. The pit of her stomach still bubbles at the thought.
“Shadowheart, there is something I would like to show you,” Lae'zel interrupts her musings.
“Oh. Sure, what is it?”
Lae'zel disappears briefly into the office and returns with something wrapped in silver foil. She looks away when she hands it to Shadowheart, shrinking in embarrassment. As Shadowheart's fingers start unwrapping it, Lae'zel clears her throat.
“I know I have not managed to give the barbecue sauce your special touch, but-”
Of course, it's a slice of pizza. The corner of her lips curling up a little, Shadowheart looks between it and Lae'zel, who still acts uncharacteristically awkward. It's kind of cute, actually. Not wanting to lengthen her suffering, she takes a bite. And moans.
The barbecue sauce is not completely like hers, that is true, but everything else more than compensates for it. She likes how the mince is combined with dice of smoked bacon. How could she not come up with that combination herself? Apart from that, she can also detect something else, something mild and creamy.
“It's lovely!” she exclaims.
She would swear there's a glint of pride in Lae'zel's brown eyes, as well as a hint of a smile. The other woman averts her gaze as she fixes her toque.
“I believe your barbecue sauce to be your greatest asset,” she says, “so I have been thinking of other recipes in which it could be incorporated. I added bacon and a creamy cheese sauce because I felt they would complement the barbecue and mince best.”
Oh, so that's what it was. Genius. The only thing she doesn't like about this new pizza is that it didn't occur to her.
“I think it's a great idea. We should definitely include it in the menu.”
“We should?”
Seeing Lae'zel like that, so nervous and unable to hide her surprise, is adorable. It's sweet to watch the mask of confidence bordering in smugness crack. Shadowheart nods.
“Definitely. We just need a name for it.”
“I will try to find one.”
“Guess it's only fitting that you name it, since it's your creation.”
“Not to mention that I do not trust your naming choices.”
It wouldn't be Lae'zel without remarks like that one. Otherwise, she should probably check her for signs of fever or call the police to arrest the impostor. Shadowheart sighs and cracks a playful grin.
“You know? I didn't think you had it in you. You've always been so dismissive of non-traditional pizzas. This whole month working with me must have been a bad influence on you.”
Lae'zel tuts.
“Innovation and creativity are important aspects of culinary arts. Experimenting is essential to evolve and improve one's skills. And you have certainly been a major source of inspiration.”
An excited squeal forms in Shadowheart's chest. She manages to repress it before it comes out of her mouth. The way she's blushing at those words is already embarrassing enough.
“Well, I'm glad you finally see my point,” she replies. “It'll be nice to try other recipes of yours, even those that are more basic.”
“Classic, not basic,” Lae'zel corrects.
“Whatever.”
Even so, she feels a rush of excitement. It's nice to have someone to discuss cooking and swap recipes with, especially after working alone for so long. Was it like that for her parents, as well? Nostalgia stings the back of her eyes. Preparing a nice meal in the Hallowleaf household on their days off was an almost sacred ritual. She remembers her mother teaching her about the different spices, making up little stories and rhymes so she'd learn how to use them. Her father nibbling on the vegetables he was supposed to chop, earning many a scolding and the occasional playful whack with a wooden spoon from his wife. Pictures the two of them dancing to music from their youth in the kitchen while the oven works its magic. It used to make her cringe and roll her eyes at them as a teenager, but in time she'd grow to envy how in love they were after all that time. She'd give anything to watch them spin around in each other's arms again.
Ugh. Will she ever find someone to share moments like those with?
Who knows? Perhaps today will be her lucky day. Which reminds her...
“Lae'zel?” she calls.
“Hm?” the other woman doesn't look up from the counter she's wiping.
“I need to leave a little earlier today in the evening. Will you be alright by yourself?”
“How much earlier?”
“Not much. Just half an hour should be enough.”
“Yes, I will be fine. May I ask why?”
Her coworker finally looks up at her. That serious, piercing gaze makes her tense up. She can't give her the real reason. Something tells her Lae'zel won't be very understanding. She can already hear her tutting and scoffing, accusing her of not taking her work seriously enough and letting herself get distracted by such frivolous pursuits.
“I have... an appointment,” she disguises the truth.
A spark of concern flashes on those amber irises. Guilt tightens under Shadowheart's ribcage.
“Is everything alright?” Lae'zel wonders.
“Yes, don't worry,” Shadowheart forces a smile. “Just a checkup.”
“Good. Working with food when you have health issues would be very irresponsible.”
Of course. She's worried about getting infected herself or about germs getting in the dough or something, not about Shadowheart's health. And, frankly, why would she? They work well together and respect each other, but they're not friends. She barely knows her surname, and only because it was on the contract.
Anyway, it makes no sense to be disappointed by that. She got what she wanted, after all.
“I'll leave the keys in the office so you can lock after you finish,” Shadowheart says. “Hm, should probably get you your own copy soon.”
***
Besides grabbing the occasional snack for her lunch break – which she hasn't done in a couple of weeks, packing some salad or rice instead, Lae'zel should be proud of her – Shadowheart can't recall when she last ate at a restaurant. Probably the last time Nocturne visited, which was like... six months ago? She doesn't even want to think about it.
Casting her eyes around that chic place, she finds the person she's looking for. He's sitting by himself, looking distractedly through the large window. As soon as he notices her approaching, he stands up with a nervous yet charming smile and offers her a rose.
“You must be Shadowheart,” he greets.
“Wyll, wasn't it?”
She finds roses a little cliché and bringing one to the first date is rather over-the-top in her opinion, but she has to admit that it's a cute gesture. He looks just like his profile picture. Even better, perhaps. He's taller and more muscular than she had anticipated, which she should have expected, knowing what he does for a-living. What she had mistaken for heterochromia is clearly a glass eye now that she sees him in person, and his scars are more visible. Not that she has a problem with that at all – she has one on her cheek herself, courtesy of a stray cat she insisted on playing with as a child in her father's village; people without scars are less interesting anyway.
“Yes, that's me,” he nods, then motions towards the flower, “and this is just a little gift to thank you for choosing me amongst all those possible suitors.”
The use of the word suitors almost steals a giggle from her. How very Regency Era of him.
“It wasn't such a difficult choice,” she admits honestly as she takes her seat. “You were the only one who didn't start the conversation by sending me a dickpic or asking me to show my boobs.”
“Oh gods! I feel like I should apologize in the name of my whole gender.”
“It's fine. I knew what I was getting into when I downloaded that app.”
She takes a moment to check the menu. It's a bit expensive for her taste and current situation, but just one evening won't hurt her. Next time she'll pick the venue herself instead of letting her date choose though.
“Do you come here very often?” Shadowheart asks.
“I used to, but haven't in a while. If you're looking for recommendations, the salmon carpaccio is amazing.”
“Hmm, that's kinda risky. I love salmon carpaccio, but I'm not a fan of how they make it in most places. I'm a bit picky.”
“Right!” Wyll snaps his fingers. “You mentioned you were a chef.”
“Well, I've only gone professional recently, but food and cooking have been an important part of my life since I was a kid.”
“What do you make?”
“Pizza. Deep-dish, innovative recipes made the traditional way.”
She cringes a little inwardly. That sounded more like a sales pitch than she intended. The slight disappointment on Wyll's face doesn't make it better. She brushes her braid to the side, clearing her throat.
“Not a fan of deep-dish pizza, I take it?” she guesses.
“Not a big fan of pizza at all,” he confesses. “Too many carbs.”
“Oh. Right. I suppose as a – firefighter, was it? - you have to keep yourself fit.”
“Yes,” he smiles with a hint of pride at the mention of his job, his chest puffing out. “So you know who to call if you ever burn your kitchen.”
The joke is extremely corny, but she forces a chuckle anyway.
“What's your favorite kind of food?” she tries to keep the conversation going. “Do you like cooking?”
“Erm... not really,” Wyll scratches the back of his head, his fingers running between cornbraids. “I don't have much time to cook, so I mostly stick to something healthy and simple to make, like salads or shakes. Sometimes a steak for the protein.”
This time it's her turn to feel disappointed. Not a great start. Well, they will find something in common. Hopefully.
“Guess I should get myself a nice wife who likes to cook, huh?” he jests.
He probably meant for it to be funny and flirty, but that awkward attempt at a pick-up line makes Shadowheart uncomfortable. Sounds too much like one of those traditional guys who want a woman waiting for them at home and catering to their every need. Besides, a wife? Who brings up marriage on the first date, even as a joke? She would love to find a relationship like her parents', someone to settle down with, but someday. Eventually. Not just yet. She doesn't even know if she'll want a second date.
When the waitress arrives, she thanks every god she knows for the timely interruption. After a little thinking, she decides on a salad – they're the most affordable option and not easy to ruin – and a glass of red wine. Maybe a good drink will ease the weirdness.
“Soooo,” she drawls, giving herself time to find something to talk about, “what do you do when you're not saving people's lives and rescuing kittens from trees?”
“That's a bit of a stereotype,” he arches his eyebrows. “You'd be surprised to know that actually fighting fires is just a small part of the job. But it's fine – we get that a lot. I go to the gym quite often. I love sports and like to stay active. Apart from that, I'm into outdoorsy stuff, like camping and fishing. Oh! And dancing! I love dancing.”
Forcing a smile, Shadowheart nods. He seems like a very nice guy, but they couldn't be more different. While she enjoys a good hike and has always dreamed of having her own garden, camping terrifies her. She still associates tents and sleeping bags with some of her worst childhood memories. Neither has she ever been good at sports, or interested in them for that matter. And dancing... oh hells. Only if there's a considerable amount of alcohol running through her veins.
“And you?” Wyll asks.
“Right now I don't have much time for hobbies, but I used to be an avid reader. Now I usually end up watching TV shows or films when I want to relax instead. Romantic comedies are my favorite. And I like plants, but since I don't have much space or spend much time at home, I have to stick to low-maintenance ones.”
Wyll stares at her as though expecting more. Not knowing what else to add, Shadowheart finishes the sentence with a shrug. Did she sound that boring to him?
“What kind of exercise do you prefer? I believe you can learn a lot about a person from their sports preferences.”
“I... don't really work out.”
“Why not?”
“I spend most of the day on my feet, so I'm usually too tired. And I've never been the athletic type, I guess. Dunno what that says about me.”
“Ah, that's just because you haven't found the right sport yet. You should just try a few different things, see what works best for you. I personally can't imagine my life without getting some physical activity. I feel like it's a basic need for everyone. And you, as someone who obviously likes eating-”
He cuts himself off mid-sentence. Her face must have betrayed her. What is he implying?
“I mean, since you mentioned your love for cooking and how important food is to you...”
Oh well, at least he's tried to fix it. Shadowheart finds herself sitting straighter on her seat and clenching her stomach. Yet at the same time she's taken over by a sudden desire to finish every last morsel of her salad and order the most caloric dessert afterwards just to watch him freak out over her unhealthy habits. What is it with people bodyshaming her lately?
Damn, that wine can't come soon enough.
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