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[ghoap-chasers]

I know I just posted a snippet, but I really like this bit here, ok?

[legends-of-apex]

Heaven is Here | Namor x Reader

Rating: M (implied smut, implied nudity, intimacy)

Word Count: 1,150

Summary: Just a short little slice of life fic in which Namor finally has the time to pay the reader, a surface dweller, a visit for the first time in months. Some fluff and implied smut. No spoilers for Wakanda Forever. Reader is gender neutral.

You could never tire of seeing him emerge from beneath the rolling waves. The ocean clung to him as an old friend, sticking his dark, water-laden hair to his scalp. He raised a hand, his golden bracers glinting off the sun at his back, and ran his fingers back through his hair. As his hair parted between his fingers, saltwater streamed down his neck to pool in the dips of his collarbones and make a riverbed of his torso.

The water lapped at his waist now, twinkling off his golden waistband as his spear sank into the sand with each firm step. When his chin tilted, eyes adjusting to the scorching light of the sun instead of the darkness of his home, you began walking toward him with barely contained restraint.

He strode with strong steps as he always did. He had the walk of a king, a man with the weight of an entire people on his broad shoulders. By some miracle, he was strong enough to bear that weight. As the sweet sound of you calling his name reached his ears and your blurred figure became clear he started walking more quickly, forcefully towards you. The water parted with each forceful stride of his thighs, sending sea spray along his warm skin.

He reached you just as the pads of your feet began to slap against the shallow water and he gathered you into his arms before you had a chance to say anything. He hooked your knees over his hips to anchor you to him, so he could bury his face in your shoulder and hold you against him as firmly as he dared. His green and golden spear lay abandoned in the shallow water, forgotten in his eagerness to hold you in his arms.

It was so long since you’d last seen him. He told you if not this waxing crescent then the next and you’d watched the moon more than you’d ever care to admit every day since he left.

“I have missed you, my love.” He spoke into your neck between feverous kisses.

“I’ve missed you too.” You replied with a shaky breath, his hair glided through your fingers at the back of his head, too slippy to grip from saltwater.

You wrung your arms around his neck for balance and clung to him like a vine upon an ageing tree. You pulled back from him for a moment to look him in his beautiful brown eyes but he barely let you for pressing his warm lips to yours. You felt the cold jade of his septum piercing against your cheek, its perfectly polished surface contrasting with the soft prickle of his facial hair upon your skin.

Oh, how you had missed the sweet sound of his voice and the slight taste of salt upon his lingering lips.

He carried you a few feet until he could shake the water from his wings and lay you back against the soft golden sands. As the waves kept rolling in, he knelt between your legs and kissed you again so passionately you could barely breathe. You were both so needy, so hungry for one another that the setting almost escaped you.

“Not here,” You whispered, as his lips trailed down your neck so cherishingly. “Once you start I won’t want you to stop.”

"As you wish." He replied with a smile as he lifted you back into his arms again and began walking in the direction of your quaint seaside home.

He’d have had you on that beach for the blue skies and the sun to see if you’d asked. He’d have pushed back the tide, let it swallow all but the altar of dry sands you lay upon and the grains that filled your grasping fists. You’d have laid there for hours uncaring even as the sun began to scorch your skin. It wouldn't have mattered so long as you were together.

When you reached home he made love to you as sweetly and as gently as he had the first time. He always did when he’d been away for so long. Despite his need for you, all he ever wanted to do was cherish you having not had the pleasure of feeling your flesh on his for so long. When his head wasn’t buried between your legs his forehead barely left your own, only to kiss your lips or your neck.

When you were finished, laying there basking in one another, he tugged you into his lap and enveloped you in his big arms. Those arms that wrenched sunken ships from their watery graves and tamed orcas now held you so delicately. These were the moments he craved the most when he was away from you. There was something otherworldly about the peace that washed over him as he heard your breath return to normal, your heartbeat evening out.

"I've really missed this with you." You told him as he trailed his lips along your bare shoulder, treasuring every inch of your skin.

"I can’t apologise enough for leaving you so long.” His voice grew quiet so he barely spoke. His mind weighed heavily with guilt.

“There’s no need to be. Your people need their king. I know that.” You settled back against him even more in an effort to console him, a hand on his upper arm, his broad chest at your cheek. He held your face and encouraged you to look up at him, to gaze at his watering eyes. You covered his hand with your own out of habit and he hummed a sound so deep it sent a shiver through you.

“And their king needs you, my love.” He brought your knuckles to his lips before pressing your palm flat against his chest, right over his heart, so you knew he meant it, “I’ll always come back to you.”

His warm hand moulded your hand to his chest, his heart beating slow and steady. You may not have been one of his people but he loved you and wanted to be there to protect you just as much. The tides would have to carry him home again soon, back to his duties and his people who he loved so much. He’d leave just before morning light and be back before anyone would even notice he was gone. But for now, he was happy just laying with you and holding you in his arms, free of the oceans weighing heavy on his shoulders.

[thesongbirdssonginvesuvia]

Songbirds Au Master Post

This is my master post for my Arcana Fanfiction AU, with my three sibling apprentices: Robin, Sparrow, and Lark, otherwise known as the Songbirds.

The Songbirds:

Arcana Apprentice/MC Ask

The Songbirds Backstory

Meet the Song Birds

Echoes Part 1: Home Town

Echoes Part 2: Parents

Echoes Part 3: Magic

Echoes Part 4: Education

Echoes Part 5: Aunt Agatha

Echoes Part 6: Friends

Echoes Part 7: Occupation

Head cannons:

O.B.W.T.W.A.D.T.B

Nightmare Realms

Leverage AU idea

Musing On Lucio

Stories:

Vesuvia Weekly: Secret Smiles (Multiple Couples)

The Freddy Problem (Sparrow/Julian)

A Different Kind of Love (Multiple Couples)

Devotion (Sparrow/Julian)

The Most Dangerous Game (Asra and the Songbirds)

Love Notes (Sparrow/Julian)

Waiting for Lark (Sparrow & Muriel)

The Maize Maze Part 2 (Sparrow/Julian and Lucio)

Fix it (Asra and the Songbirds)

Warmth in the Storm (Sparrow/Julian)

Magic Shop (Various)

Candlelight Glow (Asra)

Warm Blankets (Robin, Sparrow, Lark, and other)

Always Loved (Sparrow/Julian)

When the Doctor Gets Sick (Sparrow/Julian)

Carmel Macchiato (Robin/Asra)

Candle's Lights Glow (Asra and his Parents)

Warmth in the Storm (Sparrow/Julian)

Good Signs (Robin/Asra, various)

The Lullabye (Sparrow/Julian)

Dancing in the Fountain (Sparrow/Julian)

Salty Bitters (Sparrow/Julian, various)

Art Commissions:

Julian/Sparrow (2)

Muriel/Lark (2)

Robin

Sparrow

Lark

Other:

[gooodnighteverybody]

Me writing baffy smut but i have adhd and i think toons should always be the haha funnies and so the smut never actually happens

Not safe for kiddos writing wip under cut

[future-bounds]

Glass

Glass

I find it out of the ordinary to want to be in a moment that is not current. A desire to exist somewhere else while existing here. It is like looking through a giant glass door with no handle. You can raise the palm of your hand to touch the cold glass. That cold feeling—it leaves you agonizing for what could’ve been without a remedy to ease your pain. It is really a daunting feeling that surrounds your essence, making your body ebb slowly into the void. You are always looking beyond the glass begging the door to open asking for a moment that was never yours to begin with. All my hopes for you is to stop looking through that glass under the shadow of darkness and isolation. If you start to feel the ice-cold glass, let go and look right here. There are no broken pieces of a past nor future to cut you, nothing to pick up and repair. You are lost at an intersection, or perhaps, wandering around one. Lean down to pick some sand off the ground and hold it tightly; you are here now.

[myriadebleue]

Here’s what the chapter index of my main fanfic should look like in about... two years, if this keeps up.

A lot of those titles are supposed to be placeholders, but knowing myself they will probably end up being final.

In other news I’m also trying to finish writing two little fics called “Somnio” and “Fix up”(For now.). As well as some drabbles for the “MegaPit Shorts”.

[EDIT: Screw it, I put them all in.]

[ghostofviperwrites]

Shreds - Part 3 of 5

Pairing:   Evil

Category:   Angst

Word Count: 1130

Warnings:  Bit more angst for the LIJ boys. 

2.            “Pick one.”

Evil didn’t care if it was barely past breakfast.  He wanted a drink, no; needed a drink, and he needed it now.  Given the time of day only the seediest of bars were open which suited him just fine.   Bellying up to the bar he ordered a bottle of whisky, paid for it and took up residence in the darkest booth they had.  He didn’t bother with a glass, tossing back mouthfuls of the cheap liquor straight from the neck.   He was left alone; his surly countenance ensuring the few barflies hanging around stayed far out of his reach.   He stared blankly at the daytime soap running on the small television over the bar as he tried to drink away the hurt Bushi had instilled in him. 

He didn’t like feeling like this, calling himself a pussy for letting something so stupid get to him.  For letting himself hurt.  Evil didn’t let things affect him.  That’s not who he was.  The fact that his brother didn’t trust them enough to share something so important in his life left a burning hole inside him.   Evil had always felt smug watching the turmoil in stables around him, watching the backstabbing and bickering; knowing his own stable was actually family.  There were no secrets.  Or so he had thought.  

Slamming back some more liquor Evil thought over the past few months.  He had noticed a difference in Bushi.  He had stopped going out with them as much, and when he did he didn’t partake in their usual festivities.  Upon questioning Bushi always had some excuse.  When they had visitors to the locker room Bushi would mysteriously vanish.   They had all noticed.  Separately and together they had asked if something was wrong.  Evil frowned as he glared at the table.  A part of him understood where Bushi was coming from.  None of them had ever made a secret of the way they felt about relationships and love as a whole.  But the bigger part of him felt betrayed.  That Bushi should have known them better.  That he should have known they were there for him no matter what.  

Evil drummed his fingers on the table as he thought through the current situation within LIJ.  Hiromu lying broken in a hospital bed.   Sanada and Naito at each other’s throats over the G1.  Bushi lying to them.  His own head wrapped up in Zack Sabre and his failings in the ring.   He knew the real reason behind all the tension.  None of them wanted to admit it, but the new group member they were adding had them all feeling off balance.  It had been rumored for months and now that it was a done deal it was messing with their harmony.   It was the elephant in the room and they were all ignoring it.  

The ringing of his phone pulled Evil from his musings and he immediately answered as Sanada’s name flashed across the screen. 

Sanada didn’t need to ask for help twice, Evil abandoning his bottle, grateful he had only drank a few swallows as he left the bar.   As he drove his mind raced as he tried to figure out what trouble his friend could be in that had him sounding so unlike himself.   Even at his most unbalanced and emotional Sanada didn’t sound like that.  

Pulling into Sanada’s driveway he frowned as he looked at the red Mercedes parked in front of Sanada’s car.  Not bothering to knock Evil let himself in finding Sanada sitting on the bottom of his stairs, head in his hands. 

“You alright?”  Evil asked cautiously approaching.   He was taken aback when Sanada looked up at him, his face etched in pure misery, eyes red and watery.   Immediately Evil was at his side, slinging his arm over Sanada’s shoulder and pulling him into his side.  

“What do you need?”  Evil asked. 

“Kana.”  Sanada said a shuddering sigh racking his body.

“Kana’s here?” Evil confirmed putting two and two together based on the state of his friend and the car outside. 

“You didn’t…hurt her did you?”  Evil asked after Sanada’s confirming nod, feeling relief course through him at Sanada’s quick negative response.   He would do anything for Sanada, including cleaning up any unfortunate messes that may arise, but it certainly made it much easier that Sanada hadn’t completely lost it.  

“She’s in my bed.”  Sanada said after a long moment, wincing as Evil’s arm tightened around him.

“You fucking idiot.”  Evil said with a sigh. 

“I know.”  Sanada agreed.   “I…I can’t make her leave.  I just want to hold her and stay with her and let her back into my life.  I don’t want her to go.  But she has to.” 

“I know.”  Evil said softly.  “I’ve got it man.” 

Evil shuffled Sanada out of the house, sending him over to his place before heading up the stairs towards Sanada’s bedroom.   In the doorway he paused looking over the poisonous beauty spread over Sanada’s sheets.  

Moving to the side of the bed Evil knelt across it and grabbed Kana by the hair making her eyes fly open and scream shatter the still of the afternoon air.  

“Sanada!”  Kana screamed looking around for her lover. 

“He’s not here.” Evil said flatly.  “He asked me to help him with his problem.  So I’m going to solve it.  You are never going to speak to him again.  You are never going to look his direction again.   You’re done.  You’re going to take your pathetic gold-digging manipulative ass out of his life.  If you come around again I’m not going to play nearly as nice as I am right now.  You have to two choices:  I can drag you out of here by your hair and throw your ass out, or you can walk out with a little dignity. Pick one.” 

“You can’t do this.  Sanada wants me.”  She argued.  “You can’t force me to leave him alone.”

Kana shrieked as Evil rose from the bed and dragged her out, throwing her on the floor next to where he dress had fallen earlier when Sanada divested her of it.   She stared up at the intimidating beast of a man with tears in her eyes as she hurriedly slid the dress over her head.  

“If I hear about you coming anywhere near him, hell even breathing in his direction again I’m going to introduce you to my dungeon.”  Evil warned.  

That was enough for Kana who quickly rose to her feet and scurried out of the bedroom, heart thudding as Evil followed behind her, a silent threat in his very presence.   She would have to find someone else to play for a fool.  Someone who didn’t have a psychotic best friend as their guard dog. 

[ajones1218]

Untitled Fairy Tale

If I had known the deal my father had made, I would have gone kicking and screaming. Weeks later I could still feel the ache of his betrayal deep in my bones. As I stood before the gilded mirror, trussed up in silver ribbons and a hemline that swept down the stool on which I stood, I could only despise the creature that stood staring back at me. This was a gown made for a woman who was meant to be motionless. More decoration than person, I was a captured bird in a cage of lace filigree. But I was born to be free. 

Before now, I had slept under a roof as many times as I had fingers. I grew up with the stars as my roof and naught for walls. I wore mud and dust as a second skin and shot my first squirrel at the age of five with my brother Angus’ sling. 

“It’s that voice o’ hers. Brings the critters crawlin’ it does.” Gran said. Father said nothing, but after breakfast he set me to learning my scales. 

From then on I was Leanne the Lark of the Northland Traveling Players. 

At first I loved to sing, and performances could not come quickly enough. I yearned for the coal smoke smell of cities just over the horizon when we would don our colors and string the bells on the wagons. We danced into the streets to squeals of delight, “the players are here!” 

--Some new writing, I am excited about it because it has been ages since I have written anything. If you like it give it a reblog and Ill try and reblog some of your stuff or give you a follow. Thanks!--