13 Works by persephonea
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pull of you, plucked mellow by persephonea
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
11 Jul 2020
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Jaskier presses three fingers on top of Geralt’s mouth, a barrier of flesh between them, barely there. “I keep thinking, if I let him kiss me, will it be a goodbye?”
Geralt holds Jaskier’s wrist in his hand.
“Off to do the noble thing, I know you, witcher.”
“Then know me.” He lowers down Jaskier’s hand and presses his mouth to Jaskier’s; a firm touch, chaste but bruising, toppling, one to tear the clouds and let the sky drip onto their napes. “How can I be noble...” He drags his lips to the corner of Jaskier’s mouth. “...When I want you this much?”
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It starts with a kiss. Then a contract goes wrong and Jaskier ends up with the garkain’s talons sank into his flesh. Geralt doesn’t leave his bedside until the bard comes to, at the eve of midsummer, Kupala Night when the earth herself awakens with a roar. -
better a sparrow than no birdsong at all by persephonea
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
01 Feb 2020
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“The witchers aren’t very vocal folks, are they?”
Jaskier’s voice cuts through the heavy musk, a steamed-glass reverie in the hour that comes after a body completely satiated. The room smells potent— the scent of wildflowers and sex, one sweeter than the other, and Jaskier’s breath, just a kiss short of Geralt’s mouth.
“Hm?”
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Or; Jaskier feels like Geralt isn't vocal in his pleasure and sets out to change that. -
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“Didn’t they warn you about the price you’ll have to pay, little lion?”
Hank peers at the unsteady shadow, unable to read their face, hiding behind a veil. Looking down at Cole again, he feels his heart beat strongly enough for them both.
“Anything you want, it’s yours,” Hank says, firmly decided.
“You.” The creature reaches a hand for him, an open palm facing upwards. “Your soul for the boy.”
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Hank trades his soul to watch his son grow up. In the end, what he gets out of the deal is nothing he could've expected. -
your name like a song by chococo_mao, persephonea
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
05 Aug 2019
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The man drums his fingers on the sticky marble top. “A Jim Beam, on the rocks.”
Connor feels the eyes on him as he searches for the glass, digging it out from the depths of the cabinet. This one will do nicely. He pours two fingers of bourbon, adding clinking ice, and slides the glass across the counter, slowly. He catches the man’s gaze and maintains eye contact, drawing his own provocative brow up. He directs the man to the lighthearted font covering the glass.
Remember my name, you’ll be screaming it later.
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a sword lily's blade, crowning pride by persephonea
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
23 Jun 2019
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When Henry catches Connor watching him across the ballroom, doe-eyed and with a smile that makes his heart flutter in his chest excitedly for the first time in a while, he panics. Pride is a thing with clipped wings and Connor is set on teaching Mr. Anderson a lesson, no matter the heartbreak.
“That little bird might be tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, Gavin.” Anderson's gruff voice above them snorts condescendingly. It’s deep like his laugh and it echoes within the hollow of Connor.
“I’ll show Mr. Anderson who’s not a temptation. He’ll be begging to have me.”
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of starlight and deep delight by persephonea
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
27 Apr 2019
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Connor shifts and when Hank looks at him, he’s so close he sees all those small constellations dotting his skin. He wants to map them with his fingers, his mouth. Connor’s eyes flick lower and his lips part. Hank’s hand moves of its own volition and he brings it up to cup the side of Connor’s face, rough calluses pressed against his smooth cheek as Connor leans into it.
“Is this desire?” Connor’s hot breath mingles with Hank’s inhale in the shared space between them. “When you touch me...” He brings Hank’s other hand to his chest. “I want you to keep touching me. Everywhere.”
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He was crying when the star fell.
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Hank closes in and Connor opens his mouth and licks into him, his hands swiftly working on Hank’s button-up to get to the warm skin underneath. Connor lifts up the undershirt and splays his fingers on the swell of Hank’s belly. Hank’s palms move over his thighs to knead the supple flesh of Connor’s cheeks and then press hard, pushing Connor’s pelvis forward, making him grind into Hank.
Connor sighs into Hank’s mouth. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too, sweetheart.” Hank presses again and guides him upward and down. Connor moans softly. “All those pretty noises you make.”
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Hank and Connor haven't been able to spend much time together these past few weeks. They finally have an evening off to make up for it. -
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“Hank,” he says and it sounds like I love you, it sounds like the past seven months patiently blossoming into spring. He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss in the centre of his palm, lips lingering for a short sweet moment.
“I want to show you just how easy it can be, Hank.” Connor cups Hank’s slowly filling cock through his sweatpants.
“Just like this.” He bends his head to nuzzle at his crotch. Hank can swear the sight only could give him heart attack. For all Connor’s efforts to calm him down earlier, his heart is behaving frantically yet again.
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Hank has a hard time coming to terms with how certain things in his life came to be and Connor decides to help him see it in a new light - both parties are equally affected. -
you've got the finger on the trigger, baby by persephonea
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
20 May 2018
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“I’m going to ruin you, babe.” Lance whispered in his ear. “I’m going to take my time with you until you beg.”
Jesus fuck. Keith shuddered involuntarily at the words and then Lance took his earlobe between his teeth, worrying the skin gently while his hand found his nipple and pinched it. He inhaled sharply and turned his head away so Lance’s teeth clicked shut.
“Fuck you.”
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A Galra legend talks about a warrior who ripped out his heart because it ached for the other so greatly, he did not see other way than to take it out and present it to his mate to swallow. He guessed all cultures came to stand helpless when it came to understanding fully what it meant to share yourself with somebody else. But, oh goddess, Keith's whole being was aching for this man. -
can we start over (before it's over) by persephonea
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
15 Oct 2017
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“You know what Pidge said the other day? About you being a loner?” He decided to go straight to the point because he couldn’t handle going around it rambling with Keith looking at him like that.
Keith nodded. “Yeah, what about it?” His frown seemed to be saying, why are you bringing it up now?
“Just,” Lance made a vague wide gesture with his hands. “I guess it’s been bugging me. Do you really see yourself like that? I mean, if we’re talking past that broody vibe you’ve got going on. Do you still, even now?”
Keith’s frown deepened. “I’ve been alone my whole life.”
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or: Lance had been watching Keith slowly pulling away from the team for months now and it wasn’t until Keith almost died that Lance realized how badly he messed up. -
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“You know, if you wanted me to strip off your clothes, all you had to do was ask.” Lance felt his face grew hotter, positive he was red again. He should probably be used to it by now.
“I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Pity. That would have been one of your brighter moments.” Lance couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at that, shoving at Keith’s shoulder half-heartedly.
“You jerk.” I like you.
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It's been a few months since Lance's blue world got stained red and things were changing. -
will you be my shelter, will you be my open arms by persephonea
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
27 Jun 2017
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Lance watches as the face of the man, whom he came to know as he knows the ocean, gravely and fiercely, pales and hovers in the dark, like a reflection or a memory. The surface isn’t still though, the waves keep crashing and breaking themselves on its sharp edges.
Every part of you is a part of me now.
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It seemed like every time they were fighting nowadays, they were trying to say something else entirely.