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Find The Word Tag

I was tagged by @alexis-bellissima in this post to find the words where, grey, and calm. Thank you!

Where: “Where to, Captain?” an older man, grey haired before his time and rather round at the waist but still spry, asked the much younger man standing in front of him. 

Grey: A grey fog hung over the town, a rarity even in the seaside port towns. Usually the sun would have been up and shining by now and, if you bothered to look up, you could just about see a faint disk of gold in the sky. There were mutterings about it being an omen of bad things to come but Nenet paid no heed to them.

Calm: He turned and looked out across the unusually calm ocean. “The daemon must be sleeping,” he thought, remembering the tales the people of Saguaro had about the sea. 

I tag @writersloth (I still need to do yours I’m sorry) and @srazar to find the words gold, beetle and sand.

birthday? no

“You know,” Mallory began after a moment of just staring at the chaos that was the living room, “I didn’t expect to come home to candles extremely close to the curtains that are undoubtedly a fire hazard and Milo underneath Blondie but okay.”

She ignored Milo’s sputtering and Leander’s glare, staring straight at Akirou with a single raised eyebrow.

“But blue eyes,” her boss whined in that mischievous, mocking voice of his. “It’s your birthday. There has to be candles.”

“My birthday was on the 31st of October and that still doesn’t explain why Blondie is topping lamb boy.”

“That’s not my name and you know it,” Milo called out as he tried to shove Leander off of him.

“Bite me.”

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born for it

“How does a girl like you end up doing something like this?”

A thousand answers linger on her tongue, some honest, some scathing, some little more than half truths and fairy dust.

“I was born for it,” she says eventually, slowly as if she was speaking to a child. “I was born for murder, for torture, for lies and half truths.”

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in abandoned cupboards

“If someone finds us, we are dead,” a voice hissed as the owner was dragged down a deserted corridor.

“Worse than dead,” a monotone voice agreed.

“By ‘someone”, I know you mean boss,” Mallory smirked back at Alois and Raine as she came to a stop besides one of the abandoned supply cupboards.

“Actually I mean both Daniele and boss,” Alois said snippily, opening the door and walking inside with a huff.

“Personally, I meant Blondie but whatever.”

“You’re both cowards,” Mallory rolled her eyes and dragged Raine in with her.

“Or, maybe, we actually have brains and can think things through beforehand, rather than make it up as we go along,” the taller male drawled.

“I have poor impulse control, fuck you.”

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Mallory: Talk Show Style

(Camera zooms in on a smartly dressed woman with a bright smile before moving to focus on Mallory who looks like she’s zoning out)

Host: Good evening, Mallory. Thank you for coming onto the show tonight.

Mallory (visibly snapping to attention): I mean…you’re paying me. Also Daniele would probably have tried to maim me if I refused.

Host:….Moving on! There’s a lot of talk that you and Alois were seen getting closer. Can you confirm?

Mallory: If by “closer”, you mean I literally had him pinned to the ground during training then yes, I suppose we were seen getting closer.

Host: There’s also been talk that you were seen getting close with Raine. 

Mallory: He’s literally the only one of them that I can stand on a daily basis. Also he carries my camera and gets me tea so he’s obviously the best one.

Host: Right… Our sources also say that you and Leander have been getting cuddly with one another.

Mallory (looking into the camera with suspicion): Are your sources Daniele? Is this whole thing just a way to get me to talk about whether or not I would kiss one of them?

Mallory (before flipping the table): Fuck this shit, I’m out.

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Headcanons…

that are actually canon about Mallory’s fam crew.

Daniele:

  • Likes to think he can cook but actually burns everything nine times out of ten. Only thing he can actually always make without ruining it is birthday cake for some reason.
  • Fashion guy who thinks wearing fishnets under jeans is a fashion crime. Mallory disagrees.
  • Buys random shit, never uses it and then wonders why the budget is so low.
  • Highkey tries to match everyone with someone, much to their disgust.

Raine:

  • King of the emotionless face and voice.
  • Mallory’s “camera-man”, teaboy and occasional make-out partner when they’re both bored.
  • Says he’s not a cuddly person but he is. Mallory knows.
  • Only one Mallory likes most of the time.

Alois:

  • Mother Hen with a loud voice and long hair. Don’t tell him, he’s in denial.
  • Thinks Mallory is hot cute because she is always herself. Also thinks Raine is cute for some reason.
  • Disaster bi.
  • Spends a ton on shampoo but also steals Mallory’s.

Leander:

  • “Ladies man” *insert gagging sound effects from Mallory here*
  • Easily made irritated, usually by Mallory and Raine “borrowing” his blood to summon demons.
  • Was once pushed off a bridge by Mallory. Fortunately, or unfortunately if you’re Mallory, it wasn’t a very high bridge and the water wasn’t that deep.
  • Says he’s 100% straight but he isn’t.

Connolly:

  • Trash™, according to Mallory. If anyone else outside of the fam crew says that, they die. (you can feel the love in this family can’t you?)
  • Bad with women, hasn’t had a date in years. He also has never had sex according to Mallory.
  • So devoted to Boss that Daniele suspects he might be in love with him.
  • If Boss is gonna see it, it has to be perfect. Mallory messes it up of spite.

“Boss”:

  • Real name is Akirou. He’s a kitsune.
  • Drinks a lot and doesn’t like when people steal his alcohol. He spent money on that, you know!
  • Acts flirty with everyone by draping himself on them. The shorter ones (Mallory, Raine and Leander) are subjected to it more.
  • Sleeps a lot when he doesn’t have anything important to do.

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fgs drabble

Thin rays of light filtered through the cracks in the stone to illuminate the golden sand. There was a heaviness in the air, solemn and ancient. Occasionally, a scarab would scuttle along the wall before disappearing back into its hiding spot.

Two sets of footsteps, slightly muffled by the sand but still loud enough to be heard, sounded on the stone floor. One set was lighter than the other.

Aside from the thin light rays, a lit torch was the only thing illuminating the tomb. Its glow was still enough to show the owners of the footsteps.

One was a tall woman, darkly tanned from a life in the sun and muscled from years spent fighting and exploring tombs such as the one they were in now. Her dark hair was cut shorter in the front than in the back and you could just about see her emerald green eyes. A scar ran diagonally across her neck.

The other one was a black cat. Her fur cut as short as she would allow and around her neck was an enchanted ice crystal to keep cool in the heat. The curious thing about this cat was that she was walking on her back legs with perfect balance.

@writer-grandma

also tagging @strawberryspaceship because I know you expressed interest in Nenet

“I’m pretty sure we aren’t in North Dakota anymore.”

“How the hell would you know that?” Apollo looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

“We just went past a sign that said Manitoba. That’s in Canada. Besides,” Astra looked up from the map she’d been bent over, “it says so on the map.”

@writersshock

no one. say. anything. I will hurt you if you do.

“Who’d have thought you’d be dominant in bed?” he mused, his hands hovering above her hips.

“Anyone whose ever had sex with me,” she deadpanned, reaching down to the hem of her shirt and pulling it off, batting his hands away when he tried to help her. “No touching. We’re doing this my way, remember?”

“Bossy,” Apollo hummed, looking up at her with mischievous eyes but he kept his hands to his sides.

“Thank you,” Astra dropped her shirt off to the side, snorting when his eyes drifted down to her cleavage. 

“Eyes up here, hon,” she placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head up to look her in the eyes. His face was rather red now and his eyes looked slightly dazed.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, “now I understand why you keep yourself covered up.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she told him.

“Maybe not,” he chuckled, eyes dark as he looked at her, “but I can think of something that will.”

Astra felt his hands trail up her sides and, for a moment, she indulged him as she let him trace the bottom of her bra. It was only when she felt him reach round to undo her bra that she decided to stop him.

Apollo’s face flushed even more when he found his hands pinned down.

“Keep touching when I tell you not to and I’ll have to restrain you.”

“Kinky,” he snickered.

Astra rolled her eyes at him and picked up her shirt. “Would you be okay with that?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She smiled slightly and, using her shirt as a rope, tied his hands above his head. “If you want to get out, you should be able to. I haven’t tied it too tightly.”

Apollo tugged slightly against the bonds and nodded when he found that they were tight enough to hold him but also loose enough for him to be able to get out of them.

Astra reached behind to undo her bra and tossed it to the side. She then ran her fingers down the line of buttons that held Apollo’s shirt closed, starting to undo the buttons at the last one and working her way back up.

When the shirt was open all the way, she pushed it slightly more open and sat back to look at his chest.

‘He isn’t that muscled compared to some of the other gods but he doesn’t need to be,” she observed, shaking her head to the side when she saw him puff out his chest slightly with a smug look on his face.

“Are you just gonna look?” his voice was slightly teasing, his blush was fading slightly and he had a mischievous look in his still dark eyes.

Astra narrowed her eyes at him and trailed her fingertips down the side of his neck, smirking slightly when he tensed. “So, your neck is sensitive,” she mused out loud, acting almost as if she was doing it without thinking.

“It’s not the only thing that’s sensitive,”  Apollo muttered through clenched teeth, hissing slightly when she moves backwards to sit basically on his lap.

“Hmm, quite,” she smiled lazily, trailing her fingertips down his chest and taking note of the way he shivers.

She moved her hand back up to tangle in his hair and tilted his head back until his neck was exposed. His Adam’s apple bobbed and his breath left him in a rush as she leant in to brush her lips against the sensitive, vulnerable skin of his throat. Her hand shifted downward towards his chest, fingers still light against his skin. Apollo let out a groan, shivering as she teased the area around one pebbled nipple.

She circled it, pulling back just enough to watch the way his eyes fluttered closed.

His eyes opened, confusion clear in them, when she pulled her hand away. “Wha-?”

“Is there something you want, sunshine?” she tilted her head to the side, a confident smile on her face. “You’ll have to let me know if you do.”

Apollo blinked before shaking his head. “No, no. I dont want anything,” his gruff voice and the way his eyes keep trailing down her frame betrayed him but she didn’t say anything.

Astra smirked and released her grip on his hair, her fingers trailing across his collar bone and down the centre of his stomach. The muscles twitched beneath the barely-there touch and Astra wriggled a little in his lap, getting comfortable. “Well, if that’s the case,” she murmured, her words slow as if she was considering her options. “I think I’ll just take care of myself. You don’t mine watching, do you hon?”

He grit his teeth and shook his head.

She brought her hands to her own body, running them down her bare sides with the same touch she’d done on Apollo. With one hand, she cupped one of her breasts and with the other, she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her fingers down under the cotton fabric underneath denim. They pressed down against her clit, giving her something to grind against and she let out a slight gasp of relief, closing her eyes.

Apollo shifted slightly underneath her and she opened her eyes slightly to look at him through her eyelashes. 

“Is there something you want, Apollo?” she asked softly, the fingers that were on her breast sliding over a pert nipple. She pinched it, twisting, and let her hips rock against her palm. His lips are parted and his face is flushed a darker shade then she has ever seen on his skin.

“Yeah,” he whispered, eyes flicking between both of her hands.

“What?”

“You.”

Astra hummed, blinking slowly at him as she pulled her fingers away from her clit. “That isn’t a good answer,” her face took on a thoughtful look. “I guess I’ll just have to guess until you tell me.”

His eyes lock on her damp fingers, a whine escaping from his parted lips.

Astra draped her arm over Apollo’s shoulders, a slightly wicked smirk on her face.

“Come on, babe,” she urged, leaning in as if she were going to kiss him. “Tell me what it is you want.”

That drew a long, needy sound from him and Astra leant backwards as he tried to kiss her.

“Uh-uh,” she scolded, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she pressed against the hardness in his jeans before opening again. “Tell me.”

“Please,” he gasped, voice rough and slightly desperate.

“Please what?” she asked, a mischievous light in her eyes. “You can tell me.”

He broke upon hearing that.

“Let me,” he choked out, voice catching on desire. “I want to…”

He tugged at the restraints, not enough to get out and he knows that, but enough to show just how desperate he is.

“Want what?” she asks.

Apollo sat upright, forcing her to use him for balance, and nuzzled at her neck.

“Please,” he mumbled, kissing what skin he can. “Touch me. Let me touch you. I dont care. I just want more than what you’re giving me.”

“Well,” she said slowly, lacing her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, tugging it back and locking eyes with him. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you touch me.”

“Thank you,” his voice was still desperate as he started to work his way out of his bindings.

“Keep your hands behind your back,” Astra scolded, leaning in close enough to kiss him, “you can only use your mouth.”

She pressed her lips against his in an open mouthed kiss, cutting off whatever reply was on his tongue.

@writersshock, are you happy now? I have officially written somewhat smutty content and I dont really know how to feel about it. 

@writer-grandma, I am so, so sorry but the labour of my pain needs to be shared.