For @hinnymicrofic Prompt 22: Slow (author reserves right to yeet this version into the sun cuz we're on a deadline here but oh crap, yeah, perhaps more changes...)
May was white space, blinding, like the nightmare version of the light in King’s Cross. All the colors, all the feelings, all at once, coming at him. An unrelenting brightness burning even through closed eyes.
June was careful breaths, sometimes deep, sometimes panting. Controlled, when he could. Counting up and counting down.
July was when he started to look up and around him. Gold sunbeams through the apple trees, the warbling of birds. The orchard was hot and quiet—no games, no raucous laughter. Still a faint smell in the air, something small coming to flower. Summer fruit ripened above them, with little specks on the fallen ones like freckles on her face.
Ginny, again.
She was there resting beside him in this world he’d woken up to, her elbows ground like his into the warm, cracking dirt. There was something different about her, harder—scarred perhaps by separation and the secrets she had kept. Something scabbed over his chest like the lines left by the curse. They weren’t the same people who’d understood each other perfectly.
But in front of him—in front of them—full of promise, lay a terrifying, delicious abundance of time. Harry remembered the day he walked away from her, Dumbledore’s tomb looming white behind them both. “We could’ve had ages,” he’d said, and Ginny had half-smiled at him through her tears—like she’d known, or like she’d hoped. (She’d always been the one who had more faith than he could manage.) The moments from before were furtive kisses, half-told stories. He’d cherished them so desperately, but he’d known they wouldn’t last.
He hadn’t—he couldn’t have—imagined this July, when the sun hung above them in the orchard like a blessing. Like permission of sorts to start over, do it right. To truly get to know each other.
Ford makes one more note on her clipboard, before setting it down beside her on the bench.
She doesn’t always watch practice. To be fair, she kind of doesn’t need to watch practice – technically speaking, that is. It’s kind of ironic, almost, what with her long (and, quite frankly, constantly expanding) list of duties as manager of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team, that none of her work actually has much to do with the hockey part of the equation. Instead, it’s all about the everything else – booking travel for away games, writing and mailing out the biweekly newsletter, coordinating team breakfast as well as other morale-boosting social endeavors and making sure the Scones don’t actually catfish the entire lax frat in a misguided attempt to impress a certain group of Samwell alumni. That sort of thing.
It’s been a little while, since she last found herself seated on the bench when it wasn’t a game night. Or at least, it seems like it’s been a while. Because really, this can’t be the same team Ford watched less than two weeks ago.
Clearly, she’s missed out on some major developments.
Dex has called everyone together, and is going over a new play they’re about to try. He’s patient and very clear – succinct, Ford decides, after a moment’s consideration – and the smooth way he invites Chowder and Hops into the conversation, encouraging them to be vocal and precise about what they’ll need to get the timing right, is actually kind of cool. It’s not quite the route Bitty would have taken – his method involved a lot more determined enthusiasm, which Ford always loved – and it’s also distinctly different from the more humorous style Ford recalls from her brief observations of Random and Holster in action. In any case, it seems like Dex has really settled into a rhythm that works for him, works for this team.
Ford smiles.
Then she shifts her focus.
Across the ice, one of the Scones – Pippin, or Pips, the jury’s still out on that one – has sort of drifted away from the others a little. Ford frowns. She did see Pips fumbling the puck a few times during that last drill, but it’s unclear if anyone else even noticed. Still, there’s something about Pippin’s unusually closed off expression that doesn’t feel quite right. Out of all the Scones, Pippin’s always proven the most enthusiastic, the first to engage.
Ford gets to her feet – maybe, she can alert someone on the ice, just to make sure-
Except, it turns out, she doesn’t have to.
Whiskey has quietly made his way over to Pips. There’s a quick exchange of words – something Whiskey says makes Pips smile a little – and then they’re both gliding over to the others just in time for when Dex wraps up his talk.
Slowly, Ford sits back down again.
She finds herself watching Whiskey closely, for a while. He’s got a serious expression that always emerges whenever he’s anywhere near the ice, but there’s something about it that’s a little different from before. Ford isn’t entirely sure of how to describe it. Whiskey looks a little calmer, perhaps? Or maybe less anxious?
“Yeah. I know.”
Ford looks up. She’s been so preoccupied watching Whiskey, she didn’t even notice Tango making his way over.
“He’s doing well, isn’t he?” Ford says, getting up to hand Tango his water bottle.
“For sure.” Tango looks across the ice towards Whiskey, who’s listening intently to something Chowder is saying. “I’ve gotta say, when Dex gave Whiskey the A, I was kind of surprised. But he’s really been stepping it up.”
“Doesn’t Whisk seem a bit different this year, in general?”
Tango pauses.
It’s something Ford has been thinking about a lot. They’ve been really close for a while now, the three of them – legends only, as their private group chat humbly proclaims. Except this year, Ford doesn’t quite recognize Whiskey. He’s a little livelier, sometimes, and his smiles are definitely less brief. It makes Ford wonder if they should all have realized, during last year, that maybe something wasn’t quite right.
“Do you think he talks more?” Tango asks, and Ford has to bite down her smile – leave it to Tango to answer a question with a question. “And laughs more?”
“Yeah,” Ford says eagerly. “All of that, yeah. And like, he’s got some friends coming to our next game, and he wants us to meet them? Whiskey has never introduced anyone to the team. Literally never.”
“A cousin, is what he said,” Tango supplies, shaking his head a little. “Yeah. Wild.”
“I mean, it’ll be fun,” Ford amends. “I just don’t know what to make of it.”
Tango glances over towards Whiskey again.
Then he shrugs.
“I’m sure he’ll talk to us, eventually.”
“You think there’s something to talk about?”
“If there is, he’ll talk to us when he’s ready,” Tango repeats. He sounds completely confident. “Legends only, right?”
Ford smiles a little.
“Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
Tango grins. Then he sets down his water bottle, and skates back across the ice.
Ford sits down.
Her eyes don’t leave Whiskey until he skates off the ice.
Chapter 14 of You Should See Me In A Crown is up on ao3
More Bow-Catra friendship for y’all as an emotional breather
Hordak is dead, crushed under falling metal. Glimmer is gone, saved by Bow. And for one stupid, weak minute Catra thinks about joining them. She doesn’t, she stays. Sits upon a throne that she’s won but means nothing. The war is over isn’t it? Her forces are crushed and there’s nothing else for her to climb for power. All that’s left to do is fall.
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What if Hordak died and Horde Prime had waited a little longer before showing up? Or my flimsy excuse for Adora to see Catra at her worst as she has a breakdown on a throne and the subsequent fallout and falling back in.
Rating: G
Fandom: Critical Role
Pairing: Fjord x Jester
Word Count: 1023 Words
Summary: Quick conversation between Fjord and Jester post episode 55.
A/N: I managed to keep it short! I really thought this would be a little different than it is, but this came out instead. Very minimal editing was done, so let me know if you catch anything weird. If you’d rather read on AO3, I’m reblogging this with a link as well.
After successfully stowing the Abyssal anchor in their lead-lined safe, the party starts to set up camp. The ease they had developed around one another seems to have vanished.
Fjord sits near the safe with his back against the wall, his hand pressed to his stomach, waiting and watching his friends. Reading people isn’t one of his strengths, but even he can feel the tension in the air. Caleb isn’t looking directly at any of them. While he starts casting the ritual to create his bubble, Nott helps Caduceus rub an ointment from Jester on his burns while Yasha watches from a distance as Beau wraps up one of her many cuts.
Jester is as hard to read as ever, more focused on the well-being of her friends than herself, and he remembers what Caleb said in the bar all those months ago. He remembers her tears that night on the boat. He knows she’s been pulling away from him lately and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. She still knows things about him that no one else does. She still hasn’t told anyone. He still trusts her more than the others (even if that gap gets smaller daily). Sometimes he wonders if she blames him. For getting them kidnapped, getting them involved with Avantika, touching the ruby, leaving her alone in battle when they’re supposed to look out for each other. Other times he wonders if they’re just drifting apart. If they were only close before because it was just the two of them.
“I’m in pretty good shape,” Nott says before they lay down to rest. “I’ll take first watch.”
“I’ll sit with you,” Yasha offers quietly.
Caleb eyes her warily, but doesn’t argue. Instead, he and Beau take second watch. Caduceus volunteers for the final watch and they all shoot that idea down quickly.
“You died.” Jester rubs his forearm again. “You should rest.”
Caduceus just smiles. “If you insist.”
Beau grins at him as she lays down to sleep leaving him feel more than a little unsettled.
It feels like no time at all before Beau is shaking him awake. Jester is already up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes at the edge of the bubble.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Beau barely whispers.
Fjord bats her hands away. He refuses to give her the satisfaction of any response and tries his best to make his way out of the bubble quietly to sit near the safe.
“How are you feeling?” he asks as Jester adjusts her skirts next to him.
“I’m fine.” Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Sleeping helped.”
“Good.”
“How are you feeling? You got zapped a lot, too.”
He runs his hand over his armor. “I’m alive.”
Jester’s brow furrows. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to heal you.”
“Jester, you—”
“There was so much going on and you were so far away and I didn’t even know you were down until—”
Fjord sets his hand on her forearm and she stops. “That was my fault. I thought we were running. I should have… should have taken you with me, but I couldn’t—”
“I have magic like that, too.” Her frown deepens. “The whole thing got out of control. You couldn’t have known how wrong it would get.”
“I’m supposed to watch out for you.”
“We’re supposed to watch out for each other.”
Fjord opens his mouth to protest, but she’s glaring now and he knows it’s no use. For a minute, he stares at the bubble. They’re all okay and that’s what matters. It matters more than all the pain they had to deal with only hours before. He watches Jester out of the corner of his eye as he says exactly that.
She shrugs. “Do you think Lady Olios would pay us in diamonds if we ask?”
“Huh?”
“Nott wants that favor, but I mean, we’re all pretty powerful, so I don’t know if we need it. Diamonds on the other hand? Much harder to come by.”
“Are they?”
“I looked for weeks before I found any last time.”
“That favor would make things a lot easier, you know.”
“Yeah, if she doesn’t just kill us all for asking.”
He’s been worrying about the same thing. If Nott’s husband really is that important, it might not be smart to bring him up. “That’s… a good point, Jester.”
“Well, I am very smart, you know.”
“I know.” He smiles, but she isn’t looking at him anymore. “Only if Nott agrees, okay?” Jester starts to pick at the hem of her skirt and he bumps her shoulder with his. “What are the diamonds for, anyway?
She bumps him back. “So that I can keep taking care of you, obviously.”
“We’ll make sure you get more diamonds then. I do get myself into a lot of trouble.”
There’s this way he feels when it’s just him and Jester. It isn’t the most comfortable feeling, but at the same time, it is. A weird warmth in his chest every time she smiles at him the way she is now. Comfortable and confused all at once. But also, confident in a way he’s never been. And it’s because of her. He knows it is, because he didn’t feel this way until they were together. He’s used to being seen as a monster and she’s the only one who has never made him feel like one. He’s terrified of looking into her eyes and seeing that fear reflected back at him.
“What are you thinking about?”
Her voice breaks through his thoughts and he forces a smile. “How lucky we are to have you around.” Jester’s eyes go wide and Fjord’s cheeks start to feel warm. “That spell you did earlier. You brought Caduceus back. It was amazing, Jester. You’re a—uh, we’re lucky that you’re so good at healing.”
Her grin is so bright that the room seems to shine with it. “It’s about time someone admitted that I’m the best healer we have.”
His heart almost feels too big for his chest all of a sudden and he ducks his head. “You really are.”
Draco looks incredible. What was the word Harry had read in that book once? Ah, yes.
Resplendent.
The orange blossoms weaving through his braid are the perfect touch. And how Harry wants to touch him.
Draco rolls his eyes as if he can read his thoughts - and he probably can - as he laughs, “Keep it together. We have to get married before you ruin this hair.”
oh look day eleven finally made it up and i did a shit job keeping to the microfic word limit
Hearts (part five) - Courtney/Adore and ABC - Starshine
AN: looks like I spoke too soon after the last chapter. Opps! Anyway, hope you enjoy this. Sorry for the wait.
Prompt from Anon – AU where everyone is born with a very unique tattoo on their ankle. Every time you fall in love with someone, their tattoo appears somewhere else on your body. Some people have their bodies completely covered in tattoos because they fall in love easily while others only have their own tattoo (or have defaced tattoos of ex-lovers who broke their hearts).
LINK TO PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR
Courtney couldn’t keep the excited grin off her face. She stood in the shower, washing her short hair, trying to avoid letting the shampoo fall in her eyes.
Bianca was home. Which meant that they were all in LA, all three of them, finally. She had planned a ‘girls night’ straight away, then set about convincing her two favourite people into coming along. Adore had said yes rather quickly, something Courtney had not been expecting given her recent behaviour. In truth Adore just couldn’t bring herself to say no to Courtney and add to her guilt. She may not want to spend a whole night trying to ignore the elephant in the room, but Bianca was still a friend, even with everything. And how was anyone supposed to deny the blonde when she looked so damn hopeful and excited by the idea?
Bianca on the other hand had been a bit more resistant. She tried to use excuse after excuse. First she was too worn out from touring, then she was worried her dogs were sick, and finally she mumbled about not wanting to be a third wheel.
Courtney had laughed at that.
“Come on, B, when have we ever made you third wheel?” She had whined playfully over the phone. “Besides, I need you here. Maybe with the three of us all together things will start to feel normal again.”
Bianca had hesitated, but with a little more pushing she eventually agreed.
And so the night was here. Courtney stepped out of the shower and pulled her towel from the rail. By the time she had dried, dressed and combed her hair the doorbell was ringing.
“I’m coming!” She sang out happily, rushing barefoot through her living room to open the front door.
She reached out and swung the door open, her grin growing even wider as she saw Bianca standing on the other side.
“Ooph!” Bianca had the breath knocked out of her as Courtney had launched into a hug, pulling her inside and closing the door behind her.
“Come in, sit sit.” Courtney ushered, moving to the living room. “It’s been forever! I’m so glad you’re here! What do you want to do first? We should wait for Adore to get here before we order food, I know she will probably want pizza but we should decide together. And I thought we could watch some movies, or maybe we could have a board game night. No first we should catch up, how was New York? Tell me everything!”
Bianca rolled her eyes, “You spoke to me the other day, Court.”
“That was different!” Courtney insisted, reaching out and playfully shoving Bianca.
Bianca fell back into the cushions, her body stiff and awkward as she tried quite unsuccessfully to relax. Silence hovered between them, feeling strange and foreign between the two normally loud and rambunctious friends.
But Bianca didn’t know what to say. Adore hadn’t spoken to her at all since Courtney’s return. She had no idea how much the Australian knew about what had come about while she was away. Judging by the fact she had been invited to this, thing, tonight she assumed it wasn’t much. But Bianca hoped to find out. She just needed a chance to get Adore alone. If she showed up at all.
“You gonna offer me a drink, bitch or what? What kinda hospitality is this?” Bianca said eventually, forcing the joke out just to break the silence.
It seemed to work though, Courtney laughed, perhaps with a little more relief than anything, but got up all the same to head to the kitchen.
“What would you like?” She asked, “Beer, or wine, or uh, I mean I have juice and things too…”
“Beer,” Bianca said with a roll of her eyes, “then we’ll order food. If the bitch is late she’s late.”
Courtney laughed, returning with an open bottle of beer in each hand. She passed one to Bianca and sat back down, grabbing her phone from her pocket.
“So three pizzas you think?” She typed in the web address for her favourite vegan friendly pizzeria, making the order.
Twenty-five minutes later the air had cleared, Courtney and Bianca were laughing together over a crappy melodramatic soap opera they had found on tv. The doorbell rang, and Courtney jumped up, her stomach grumbling.
She opened the door, wallet in hand, but looked up to see not the cute pizza delivery guy, but Adore, standing nervously and holding three pizza boxes.
“I ran into the pizza guy on the street.” she said in explanation, stepping hesitantly inside. “Is-”
“Hurry up bitch the commercials are over!” Yelled Bianca’s loud voice from the next room.
Courtney smiled, “We’re watching crap tv.” she explained, “Come on, we can catch you up as we eat.”
She pulled Adore inside and indicated her to lead the way as Courtney paused to shut and lock the front door. She detoured to the kitchen and Adore found herself alone in the living room, Bianca lounged out on the sofa in front of her.
“Uhh, hey, Bianca.” Adore said nervously, placing the pizza boxes down on the coffee table.
Bianca looked up in surprise, “Oh. Hi, Adore.”
Adore swallowed.
Courtney rushed quickly back into the room, holding three beers precariously between her fingers. “Quick, quick, take one before I drop them!”
Adore took one, raising it too her lips and swigging gratefully. When she lowered it Courtney was kneeling on the floor, opening the pizza boxes and taking a slice to hand over to Bianca. She dropped down to sit next to Courtney.
“Hey,” she said, before mumbling softly, “I’m sorry I’m so late.”
Courtney smiled, then leant in and kissed Adore sweetly. Nothing could be better than having her two favourite people over for her favourite pizza and perhaps her favourite movies once this show had ended. Bianca watched, unable to tear her eyes away from the way Adore relaxed under Courtney’s touch. She couldn’t help but compare it to the sharp way Adore had jumped away from their kiss as if electrocuted or burnt.
“Oi!” she said after her moment’s self pity, “some of us are trying to eat here, ya’know.”
Courtney laughed and stuck her tongue out in Bianca’s direction, but pulled away from Adore’s personal space to reach for her own slice of pizza. They ate in companionable silence, occasionally making comments about the ridiculous outcomes on the soap opera that still played. By the time the credits played they all sat full, only two slices of pizza left untouched.
“Right,” Courtney said, “pick a movie, I need the little girls’ room.”
She pushed herself up with a groan and stumbled from the room. Adore froze, realising she was alone with Bianca. Her mind searched for an escape, and settled on the pizza.
“I’ll just clear this up.” she muttered, “You can choose.”
She grabbed the pizza boxes and headed toward the kitchen, planning to take as long as physically possible to place the leftovers in the fridge and chuck the boxes with the recycling. But her planned fell through. Bianca followed her into the kitchen.
“You can’t avoid me forever.”
Adore swallowed nervously, “I know that,” she mumbled.
“You haven’t told her yet, have you?” Bianca didn’t need an answer. The look on Adore’s face said it all. She sighed, “You have to tell her, Adore. You can’t keep this from her and just hope it’ll go away.”
“Can’t I?”
Bianca closed her eyes, reminding herself that Adore was scared and confused by the whole situation. That she didn’t mean to slowly crush the little heart Bianca had.
“I could help.” she said instead, opening her eyes again to see Adore still standing stuck to the spot with the mostly empty pizza boxes in her hands. “We could tell her together, tonight. Sit her down now and just gently explain it all to her.”
“No.”
“Adore…”
“I said no.”
Bianca swallowed. Right then. She had tried. She grabbed herself another beer from the fridge and left Adore to deal with the pizza. As she stepped back into the lounge room she met Courtney.
“Did you pick a movie?” Courtney asked happily,
“Uh, no. We couldn’t agree.”
Courtney shrugged, moving to her DVD cabinet and pulling out Grease, one of her go to favourites. She set it up and Adore slipped silently back into the room, sitting on the opposite side of the lounge to Bianca. Courtney pressed play and dimmed the lights, moving to sit in the middle.
By the time Sandy was singing Hopelessly Devoted (and Courtney along with her) Courtney had shifted to her left, curling into Adore’s side, tucked under her arm. As the song ended Courtney tilted her head up to look at Adore.
“Are you hopelessly devoted to me?” she asked teasingly.
Not trusting her voice, Adore just kissed her softly. “Totally.” she mumbled against her lips, “But you’re Sandy. My name actually is Danny.”
Courtney laughed. “Okay yeah, I’m the naive Aussie, you’re the hot stud of the school, who’s Bianca then?” She turned to face Bianca, alone on the other end of the couch.
“Aw, come here B, join our love fest.” Courtney smiled, opening her arm out and beckoning Bianca closer.
Knowing Courtney wouldn’t accept no for an answer Bianca reluctantly moved closer. Instead of curling into her side for a hug though she just lay her head down in Courtney’s lap.
Courtney beamed, “Now, which character do you think you are, B?”
“Shut up about who’s who.” Bianca muttered, “I’m trying to watch.”
“Oh shut up, you probably know this movie back to front.” Courtney laughed. “Adore what do you think? Maybe she’s Kenickie?”
“That ass?” Bianca retorted, “You really are naive.”
Adore laughed, “No, she’s totally Rizzo, just listen to her!”
“Oh my God, that’s perfect.” Courtney grinned.
“Yeah, totally perfect,” Bianca said sarcastically, “Explains why I hate you so much.”
By the time the movie was reaching its conclusion Adore was snoring lightly, her arm holding Courtney in close. Courtney mouthed along to We Go Together, her fingers absently running through Bianca’s hair. Bianca lay still, listening only vaguely to the singing. Her eyes had drooped closed about twenty minute before but she wasn’t asleep. She just lay in Courtney’s lap and allowed herself to wonder what it might be like to have this every night…
Sandy and Danny flew off into the sunset and the credits began to roll.
Courtney pulled gently away from Adore and tried to peer down at Bianca in her lap. “B? You awake?”
“Yeah I’m awake.” Bianca sat up and stretched her arms and back, groaning, “I’m too old for this shit.”
Courtney grinned, “Well you can take the spare room like always.” she said, “I bet your crap from last time is still up there.”
Bianca nodded, too tired to argue, and set about shutting off the DVD. Courtney turned, and began to gently shake Adore.
“Baby, time to head up to bed.” she murmured.
“Wha’?”
“Movie’s over,” Courtney explained, taking Adore’s hands, “Come on, up you get.”
Tiredly Adore allowed Courtney to pull her to her feet. And the three of them shut off the TV and the lights before clambering up the stairs. Bianca slipped into the guest room with a simple “G’night.” and Courtney lead Adore to her bedroom.
They didn’t bother with the lights, just stripped and climbed into bed, curling immediately into each other under the sheets.
“I had fun tonight.” Courtney whispered against Adore’s bare chest. “I thought maybe it would be… You and Bianca have been strange lately. But I’m glad we did this. Did you have a good time?”
“Uh, yeah.”
Courtney sighed. Things were still not right. She pushed up on her elbows, looking down at Adore in the faint glow coming from the streetlights outside. She was so beautiful.
Bending down Courtney kissed her, softly and slowly. Adore’s lips quivered and Courtney smiled, moving the kiss along her jaw, sucking gently at the spot right under her earlobe.
“What are you doing?” Adore whispered, suppressing a moan as Courtney’s lips moved down her neck, and her hand crept down her waist under the sheets.
“What does it look like?” Courtney said with a grin, licking Adore’s collar bone and continuing to kiss down to her nipples, “I’m seducing you.”
“W-why?”
“Because I love you,” Courtney said, “And I still haven’t made up for all the lost time.”
Her hand dipped into the opening at the front of Adore’s boxers and Adore couldn’t help but curse, moaning as Courtney began to stroke her.
“But,” she managed to murmur, “What about Bianca?”
“What about Bianca?”
“What if she hears? She’s only next door.”
Courtney rolled her eyes, “She won’t hear. We’ll be quiet…” She kissed Adore on the mouth again, her tongue coaxing Adore’s own until Adore was kissing back, her hands sliding down Courtney’s back and pushing down her briefs.
Courtney grinned, pulled off her underwear and reached for the lube and condoms in her bedside drawer. Adore pushed her boxers down and off, then welcomed Courtney to sit in her lap. They kissed again. Blindly Courtney opened the condom, then reached down and rolled it over Adore’s erection.
Adore moaned, unable to help it, then pulled away from the kiss to take the lube from Courtney’s hands. After a few minutes of prepping with her fingers Adore lined her dick up and Courtney slowly lowered, pushing herself down and closing her eyes as she was filled.
“So good,” she breathed, “so good baby.”
Adore lay and watched as Courtney began to move. Gripping onto the blonde’s hips, she tried to match her pace. Courtney just closed her eyes, riding Adore, riding the pleasure that came with it.
Adore cursed, “I love you,” she whimpered, “Fuck, Court.”
“I love you too,” Courtney murmured back, her pace becoming more urgent as her orgasm neared. “I love you so much.”
She reached down, taking herself in hand and pumping. Adore groaned, encouraging her until with a cry Courtney came, shooting over Adore’s stomach and chest, her clenching muscles setting off Adore’s orgasm.
Panting, Courtney lifted her hips, Adore slipping free of her and allowing Courtney to flop, spent, on the bed next to her.
Tired Courtney reached out a heavy arm, her hand coming to rest on Adore’s cheek. She pulled Adore’s face to the side and smiled tiredly. “Love you.”
Adore swallowed, “I love you too.”
Courtney pulled her hand back, her eyelids drooping, and almost immediately she fell to sleep. Adore watched her for a moment, then sat up to dispose of the condom and wipe at her chest with some tissues, too tired to wash properly. She curled up in the bed and watched Courtney as she slept. Tears burnt at her eyes, and no matter how determined Adore was to ignore them, the sobs still escaped. She rolled to face the other way, burying her nose in her pillow as she softly wept herself to sleep.
In the next room Bianca lay away and staring at the ceiling. Tears of her own sliding silently down her cheek as she heard Adore cry. While it had not been fun to listen to the two people she loved make love to each other, it was nothing compared to the pain she felt for Adore.
Bianca had always hated seeing the younger queen struggle, but now, with this. Bianca knew just how she felt. She had felt it when she first realised she’d fallen in love with Adore. But she knew, without a single doubt in her mind, that Adore wished she didn’t love Bianca back.
The Roommate Chronicles: Part One (Trixya) -taylor
a/n: hi babes!!!! this is a lil peek into the trixya roommates au i’ve been thinkin about for like. months. brian m (katya) doesn’t do drag, but trixie does! They met on craigslist a couple months before and they flirt all the time but neither have acted on it! i’m probably gonna write more in this verse occasionally like. probably super out of order and all over the place and as standalone fics but i want to put them all in one spot, hence the title! you can always find me artificialtaylor <3 enjoy!
Trixie was home alone in her apartment for the night, her roommate Brian was driving a couple hours to visit friends, and he had left half an hour before, which was evidently enough time for Trixie to get into super partial drag, mostly unpadded, in just her drag bra and a pair of panties.
That’s when Brian decided to come back home, opening the door and immediately seeing Trixie in the living room where she stood and stared at two different dresses she spread out on the couch. She spun around at the sound of the door opening, and Brian gasped in surprise, covering his eyes and already spewing out a string of apologies.
Trixie grabbed her robe off the couch, slipping it on and laughing a little at how Brian hadn’t stopped apologizing yet. “Bri, calm down. It’s fine. I have a robe on, I’m sorry.”
“No, fuck, I’m sorry, goddamn I’m the worst, I should have kno-“ Trixie cut him off with a clap of her hands.
"I thought you were going back home for a visit?" Trixie stumbled through the words, tying her robe around her a little tighter as she moved to where her bag was sitting.
"I am. I just forgot something in my room," Brian spoke quickly, not moving from where he was standing at the door, still slightly flushed, trying to avert his gaze from Trixie.
“Bri, it's okay, I’m wearing a robe now, you can look at me." Trixie laughed nervously as she bent over again to look in her bag for a lipstick she wanted to wear that night.
"I'm... Sorry. I didn't know, I should have.... knocked or something." Brian looked up at his roommate, making eye contact from where she was bending to dig through her bag.
Trixie finally found the lipstick, smiling when she pulled it from a pocket inside her bag. “Brian, don't be ridiculous. This is your place, too. Don't knock before entering the apartment. A text would be nice on the way home, if I thought you'd be out, but. Don't worry about it. It’s not like you’ve never seen me in drag before." She stood up, sitting down on the couch, straightening her robe before starting to look through the couple of outfits she set out.
"A text huh?" Brian smirked, back to his usual self. "Bringing someone home later, Br- Wait no, Trixie?" He asked, as he finally moved to go to his room. He came back out with his phone charger.
“No, just… Just trying on a few things. Not even going out." She explained. "Maybe some alone time, though, later tonight." Trixie smirked and Brian choked at the implication.
Trixie held back a laugh at Brian's shocked expression and decided that she liked teasing him.
Brian poked his tongue out to wet his lips, running his hand through his hair. "Have fun, then."
Trixie stood up, smirking again and nodding. "You gonna pick anyone up tonight? Maybe a little Grindr action?" Taking one of the dresses she had picked out, she moved to the mirror, holding it up against her body.
She saw Brian flush in the mirror and bit back a smirk.
"No, no, I, um… It’s gonna be a quiet weekend with friends from home, mostly. " Brian said, watching Trixie consider the dress.
"Do you like this one?" She asked Brian, making eye contact in the mirror.
Brian let his eyes wander over her body, even though the robe was draping over her frame.
He nodded, slowly. "It's. A really nice dress." He took another deep breath, biting his lip for a second.
"I don't think I've ever seen you wearing that. Why don't you wear dresses like that when we hang out around here?" He teased, smirking again.
“Well, I'm not trying to get you to buy me fruity drinks and slip me dollar bills, now am I?" Trixie laughed. She tilted her head to the side and took a breath, knowing she was about to take a huge risk in her teasing. "I think I need to try it on to decide, don't you?"
Trixie could tell that Brian's breath hitched, his exhale louder than usual. Trixie watched his fingers moving deftly as he rolled up the cord of his phone charger and slipped it into his pocket, trying to hold back a smirk. "I think. That would be a good idea, yeah."
Trixie slowly pulled the tie of her robe and slid the silken material off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, smirking at Brian in the mirror as he took in her body. She was untucked, her bulge evident through the light fabric of her panties, and her padded bra was covered in lace. She wasn’t padded, but Brian couldn’t have cared less. Her body was perfect in his eyes.
"Fuck," Trixie heard him murmur under his breath as she stepped into the dress and pulled the straps up over her arms.
"Will you zip me up?" Trixie asked Brian innocently. He nodded, stepping closer slowly, and she watched as his eyes slid over her body. Brian's hand reached for the zipper, & when his fingers grazed softly over skin, Trixie noticed were warm, but still sent a shiver up her spine.
Trixie turned around, looking into his eyes, watching as he shamelessly checked out how she looked in the dress. "Yeah, I li- I like this one." The slight stammer in Brian's voice made her giggle a little, and she kept teasing, running a finger down the side of the slinky black dress. It wasn’t her usual style, but she was glad for the unusual sexiness.
"I don't know.... It's kinda tight..." She managed to keep her face innocent, despite how she knew how Brian was being affected.
"It uh- it looks really good on you," Brian said, still standing close as she turned around and looked in the mirror.
"But... Will it get me free drinks? Will it get me my rent money in tips?" She asked, still teasingly.
"If it doesn't, everyone in the bar is blind." Brian spoke truthfully.
Trixie grabbed the lipstick on the table next to the mirror, pretending not to watch Brian as she put it on, turning back around once more. "Perfect. Thank you, Brian. Any other comments?" She kept teasing, smirking gently and stepping just the smallest bit towards her roommate again.
"Just that... You look stunning" Brian said, reaching out to touch her elbow, holding it gently as the two stopped and looked at each other. "I... I should get going..." Brian spoke, taking a step back, still looking at Trixie.
"Mhm, have fun. I'll be here if you need anything. Or forget something again." She smiled, turning back to face the mirror to run her fingers through her hair. "What time are you supposed to leave?"
Brian shrugged, eyes still glued to Trixie’s reflection in the mirror.
"Is everything okay?" She asked sweetly, looking at him over her shoulder. Suddenly, Brian moved back towards her and turns her to him, initiating a kiss, his lips soft but firm against Trixie's.
Trixie hadn't expected this from him, but she easily went along with it, Brian's lips feeling so good against hers. She knew that she’d smear her red lipstick on Brian, but the thought in itself made her moan. Trixie didn't quicken the kiss, just kept it where it was for a while, her hands moving to his hair, grazing her teeth against his bottom lip for a brief moment, before pulling back, breathing hard. Brian whined.
"Yeah?" She teased again, knowing that she had no objections to kissing Brian, she just liking being able to have a little bit of control over him.
“Fuck it, I’m staying tonight." Brian growled, pulling her back in again, his hand on the back of Trixie's neck, the other resting on the small of her back.
She moved her lips against his again, feeling the kiss getting slightly more needy and desperate. Trixie tugged on his hair, trying to get closer. Brian's lips were so fucking soft, she couldn't have even imagined.
"Fuck. I'm calling my friend. I'm staying here." Brian said, pulling away from the kiss, much to Trixie's dismay. Brian let her go and went to his bags by the door, pulling out his phone and locking the apartment door. Trixie came up to Brian as he was calling one of his friends and started pressing kisses to his neck.
She heard the way his voice wavered as her lips brushed against his skin. Trixie sucked lightly, not wanting to leave marks quite yet. Brian tried to explain why he couldn't come, and she let her teeth graze against his earlobe on the side opposite his phone. She whispered for him to hurry, before moving back to kiss at his neck.
"Im sorry I can't I'll- yeah, I'll come visit soon. Yeah. I promise, I'm good." Brian hung up and dropped his phone as Trixie grazed her teeth against the skin of his neck again. "Shit, baby." Brian moaned, and she moaned at the pet name that he'd let slip.
He turned to face her, moving his lips to her neck, turning the tables. “Brian, fuck..." He moaned against her neck at her words, & Trixie almost giggled before he nipped at her skin and caused the laugh to catch in her throat.
Trixie gripped his arms as he bit and sucked at the skin on her neck before she tangled her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck and tugged to pull him away, swiftly kissing him again, biting at his lips.
Brian deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping against her lip. His hands moved down to Trixie's waist, easily holding her there with one hand as the other moved down to her ass. She let out a small whine at the feeling & pressed back into his touch.
Brian broke away from the kiss. "Go call your friend. You're not going anywhere" he said. She hurried into her room and grabbed the phone of her bed while dialing. Brian followed Trixie in, and as she let the phone ring, Brian's fingers swiftly moved to the zipper on her dress, and rolled it down her back as she explained that something had come up and she wouldn't be able to make it out.
Brian pressed a small kiss into the bit of skin right above where her bra hooked in the back. She shivered, managing to keep her composure as she finished the call. Once Trixie's phone was sitting on the bedside table, Brian spun her around to slide the dress off of her shoulders.
"You're gorgeous." Brian whispered as the dress she had just put on fell to the floor, leaving Trixie once again in her bra and panties. He kissed her tenderly this time, his lips barely moving, but it was still enough to leave her shaking in his embrace.
She smiled a bit into the kiss, feeling Brian's hands settle on her hips. The kiss wasn't enough for Trixie, so she brought her hands to the back of her head and pulled him closer.
Trixie sucked his bottom lip between hers and bit it gently. Brian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his body. He pulled away from the kiss and rolled his hips against Trixie's. “Bri," she breathed out, a soft little whisper.
"Not a moan, but we'll work on it," Brian teased before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head as Trixie sat down on her bed and scooted into the middle, crooking her finger at Brian and motioning him to follow.
The way Brian's eyes flashed at her when he moved to kneel on the bed made Trixie's breath catch in her throat. He smirked & pressed her down against the mattress. Trixie scratched at his back, trying to pull him closer as he met his lips with hers. Brian settled above her, pressing his knee into the bed between her legs, the other just to the left of her body.
He kissed first lightly at Trixie's neck, moving his lips lower and tracing her collarbone with his tongue, drawing a gasp from her lips and clutch at his shoulders, before traveling further down and kissing at the swell of her chest.
He sucked lightly at the skin there for a moment before tugging her bra down a bit to tongue over her nipple. A small whine fell from her lips, & he did it again, bringing out a louder moan this time.
"Shit," she hissed as Brian sucked her nipple between his lips, rolling it against his tongue. Brian let go and moved to the other nipple, doing the same thing, rubbing his thumb over the nipple he'd just sucked at, causing Trixie to arch her back.
He unhooked the bra, his hands slipping under her back before moving back out to toss the garment to the floor. "So fucking hot, Trix." Brian moved down further, kissing at her stomach before reaching where skin met the fabric of her panties.
"Please," she moaned, hands going to Brian's hair, tugging lightly, reveling in how soft it felt between her fingers. Brian's fingers brushed over her, over the fabric covering her erection and she whimpered. “Brian, please. I want this..." She spoke while she tried to push her hips up to him.
Brian didn't stop his fingers moving over her, he just slipped them under the waistband. "What do you want?" He tugged at the fabric just slightly, causing friction against her cock as she whined again.
“Brian, please.... let me feel you. I need you, please." Trixie tugged a little harder at his hair, trying to bring him to her.
"Say what you want, baby and I'll do it." Brian said, slowly starting to pull her underwear down her thighs, kissing as he went.
"Your fingers, your mouth, anything. On me, in me, please Brian," she whined, starting to become desperate.
Brian's breath against her skin was almost too much. He kissed back up her legs, letting his lips linger on the inside of her thighs. "Don't worry babe, I'll make you feel good."
He reached up to pull her legs a little further apart. Trixie squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his tongue finally against her cock. "Like that, Brian, fuck..."
Brian's tongue flicked at the head, moving to take her further into his mouth, his fingers gripping at her thighs to keep them parted. She moaned and whined as Brian pulled off to swirl around her entrance briefly before mouthing at her cock again.
One of Brian's hands left Trixie's thigh and she felt the pressure of a finger press inside her. "Please, Brian, I want more."
The feeling of Brian's finger inside of her was better than nothing, but not nearly enough. “Please, fuck, more. Give me more I... I need to feel you." He moved his finger out of her, & she let out a long whimper. “Br-“ She was distracted by the feeling of emptiness while Brian grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table and slicked up his fingers.
She was cut off when Brian pressed his fingers into her again, this time two. His long fingers felt so good, and as he started to pump them in and out of her, his lips wrapped around her cock again.
She tugged and pulled at his hair, which only spurred Brian on to be a little rougher with her, letting his teeth graze against her skin lightly, and letting his fingers push into her hard and rough.
“Fuck, Brian, I'm so close, please don't stop." Trixie whined loudly, her back arching as she came close.
Just before she reached her peak, Brian sped his movements, and Trixie shuddered. She cried out Brian's name & arched her back. If she could have thought more clearly, she would have been surprised that Brian had let her come so soon, having been sure he'd tease her.
Brian kissed at Trixie's hips, calming and soft, before moving up to kiss her neck softly as she came down from her orgasm. "Good, so good for me. So beautiful.” Brian's words made Trixie smile, curling closer to his body.
The queen pushed a leg between Brian's and curled herself as close to his body as she could. She wrapped an arm around his waist and tilted her head up to kiss Brian softly as she let her hand wander over Brian's back, feeling the ridges and valleys of his muscles, letting her hand move south and just slightly under the waistband of his jeans.
Trixie kept her hand there for a second, just under the fabric. She deepened the kiss just a bit, slipping her hand down into his boxers & wrapping it around his erection as she moved her lips to his neck.
"Fuck, baby. That feels so good. You feel. So good." Trixie smiled at the praise, kissing down to his shoulders, then to his collarbones.
She squeezed lightly and moved her hand as well as she could with his jeans still on, and Brian let out a low groan. Trixie pulled her hand out and swiftly rolled so she was straddling Brian's thighs. She made quick work of his belt and the button on his jeans. She tugged both his jeans and boxers down at once, leaving Brian naked on the bed with his hard cock laying against his stomach.
"Baby, I wanna feel your lips around my cock. Will you do that for me?"
Trixie nodded slowly, moving down on the bed, kissing over his chest and down to his stomach. Brian's muscles tightened when Trixie sucked lightly at his skin, her eyes fluttering shut as his fingers tangled in her hair. He didn't tug, just kept his fingers there.
When Trixie moved just slightly over, taking his cock in her hand and the tip into her mouth, Brian let out a small moan, tightening and then again loosening his grip.
She sucked lightly, letting her soft tongue work over the head of his cock. Trixie slowly pushed her head down around his cock, licking the best she could at his length as she took him into her throat. Brian's grip tightened in her hair as she took as much as she could, using her hands to get the rest. Trixie slowly pulled back and licked at the head again before repeating.
The weight of Brian's member on Trixie's tongue and the way he pulled on her hair felt so good. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue to the best of her ability. The moans and breathy whines that slipped from Brian's lips were the hottest noises she'd ever heard.
As Trixie pulled back, Brian's grip tightened on her hair and kept her there, unable to take him back in her mouth. Brian slowly pushed his hips up into her mouth, now controlling the pace. Trixie let go of his cock and put her hands on his thighs as Brian pushed until she gagged a little bit and he stopped.
"Can I try that? Babe, I promise I won't hurt you." She made an approving sound. "Just relax, Bri." Brian breathed as he pushed again until his hips were flush against her lips.
Trixie relaxed as much as she could, looking up at Brian. She watched the pleasure written across his face as he continued to move his hips. Trixie closed her eyes, relaxing more into the feeling as Brian sped up a bit. He let out a loud moan followed by a whisper of “Fuck, Brian…” and she couldn't help the desperate whine that escaped her lips.
Suddenly Brian stopped and pulled Trixie off of him, and still gripping her hair, tugged her up into a desperate kiss. Brian rolled the two of them so that he was straddling Trixie and started biting and sucking at her neck. "Fuck, I need to be in you. I can feel that you’re hard again, baby, aren’t you?" Brian growled and rolled his hips down to press his cock against Trixie's.
“Bri, please fuck me," Trixie whined, her finger nails digging into Brian's shoulders as he teased her still slick entrance lightly with two fingers.
She scratched at his back, almost lifting off the bed as she tried to get closer to him. "Condom. Bedside table. Please, hurry.” Trixie's sentences were choppy, broken up by shuddered moans as Brian's fingers moved inside her and his lips moved over her neck.
Brian pulled away only to grab the condom, unwrapping and easily rolling it on. He positioned his cock, ready to press inside of her, but paused, moving to press his lips against Trixie's first.
Brian kissed her, sucking lightly at her bottom lip before pulling away. "You're so fucking hot.” Brian murmured against her lips as he wrapped Trixie's thighs around him and pressed himself into her. Trixie sighed in relief at the stretch and the pressure as he pressed in all the way.
“Brian." His name fell from her lips, as he grabbed her hands and pressed them into the bed by her shoulders, their fingers tangling together as Brian pulled back out slowly.
Trixie leaned up to kiss him, arching her back at the pleasure she felt. He slowly pushed into her again, angling just right to hit her prostate each time, and Trixie let her head fall back down to the pillow, letting out a soft moan. "Don't stop, fuck me, Brian." She didn't know where this was coming from, her pure want and need was so visible.
Brian's lips moved to her collarbone where he sucked and bit as he slowly sped up his hips, his thrusting becoming shallower but harder. Trixie whined as she felt her orgasm start rushing up. "Im gonna- fuck- Brian, I'm," She weren't even able to make full sentences, as all she could concentrate on was how Brian was making her feel. When he grabbed her cock with one hand, stroking her in time to his thrusts, she let out a long whine, clawing at his back.
Brian quickened his pace and Trixie cried out, her orgasm hitting fast and hard. Her legs twitched and she bit her lip, holding back endless moans of Brian’s name. When she clenched around Brian, he moaned her name, spilling himself inside her. He slowed down, fucking her softly through their orgasms, his hand on her cock stilled before he stopped entirely.
“Brian," Trixie breathed out, pulling her hands away from his to cup his cheeks and bring his lips to hers, kissing the boy slowly.
"Fuck.. I'm really glad I forgot my charger." Brian laughed, trying to catch his breath and Trixie giggled with him, running her fingers through his hair before kissing him again.
Brian carefully pulled out, moving to lay on Trixie's bed next to her. "Wow." He breathed out, and she giggled again, moving closer to him, laying on her side to look at Brian.
"I'm glad you are a forgetful asshole too. That was. Yeah, that was wow.” As Trixie spoke, Brian reached up to play with the hair on the back of her neck and kissed her again.
"I'm thinking we postpone the inevitable talk we'll have and just enjoy tonight." Brian suggests as Trixie stood up to use the bathroom.
"I like the sound of that,” Trixie spoke as Brian watched her naked form move towards the door. She stopped and looked over her shoulder and grinned, speaking softly and with a teasing hint. "Maybe you can spank me if I misbehave." Trixie winked, walking out of the room with a huge smile.
