Stolen Moments

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the stolen moments meme.

Time spent with the person you care the most for is a precious, invaluable thing. Most people take it for granted, though, as they can be with their beloved as much as they'd like. But not you. You and the one you love are kept apart - be it by the people you know, the merit of what you are causing your relationship to be taboo, your true destiny and calling, or even something as relatively mundane as your job.

Today, though, you get a rare private moment with them. This is the first time in quite a while, and may be the last time in months, if not years. What do you do? Comfort each other? Hold each other tight? Have sex? Argue? The specifics are up to you; mix and match your canons, tag someone new to see how this stolen moment plays out.

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Bubble | Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets | OTA

[adulteration]

[ Shapeshifting alien exotic dancer seeks anyone who isn't a shitheel. Like, anyone. ]

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

[preciousbrat]

Frank Castle | Daredevil | m/f for shipping

[scoutsniper]

((stolen moments are just about the only kind he gets))

clarice fong (blink) | the gifted

[blinken]

aymeric de borel ❄️ ffxiv, ota

[remarkablymodest]

[astralera]

It wasn't so long ago that Era realized what she felt for the Lord Commander ran deeper than mere respect and friendship, and a shorter time ago still that she realized the man felt the same for her.

The subtle change in their dynamic hadn't gone unnoticed by some of Era's closest companions; Thancred had teased her about it of course (he had teased her about Aymeric long before they ever set foot on Baelsar's Wall), and Y'shtola had given her a knowing look when Era had excused herself for the evening. Lyse was much too busy finding her footing as an alliance leader, and the twins were both still distracted by Alisaie's recovering health. Not that Era minded in the slightest, for she was still coming to terms with her their newfound relationship herself.

They hadn't had the chance to spend any amount of time together in privacy since then, with Aymeric's presence required in preparing for the Empires inevitable counter attack and her own needed to combat Omega's trials. It wasn't something they spoke about in length, though even if Era was one for such conversation she doubts it was something she could find words for. It was a feeling that blossomed in her heart over a long period of time, unfamiliar and almost unwanted. Had it been anyone else she would have culled the emotion in an instant, but things had always been different with Aymeric.

It wasn't difficult to learn of her companion's whereabouts - the remaining Temple Knights have always been so unerringly kind to her - and soon Era found herself in Aymeric's quarters (a moderately sized tent, filled with all manners of things a commander might need in addition to the bare necessities) waiting for him to finish his evening rounds with his men.

Lingerie is not a new concept to Era, nor is she unfamiliar with the feel of it on her skin. Lingerie is, in fact, her undergarments of choice - a way to feel beautiful and powerful beneath her battle-hardened exterior. Sheer, silky bras and panties soft against her skin under her haubergeons or robes. Yet for all that lingerie makes her feel powerful beneath her clothes, outside of them she feels defenseless.

She may not be the most sexual of people, but Era can appreciate the idea of letting herself be vulnerable around the man she cares so deeply for. It's part of why she takes her time shedding layer upon layer of armour, placing it aside neatly, and wrapping herself up in one of Aymeric's thin bed sheets while she waits.

Era has curves as any woman does, though they are subtler than the curves she sees on the women around her. Her horns are strong and healthy, as are her tail and scales, though despite her pride in her Auri features they serve only to make her feel insecure in this moment. Will Aymeric look at her and realize his mistake? Would he not desire a lovely Elezen woman? One with an ample bosom, curves to spare, and the ability to bear him a child in the future?

Shaking these thoughts from her mind, Era focuses instead on the way Aymeric's sheets feel against her bare skin and the sheer lace of her lingerie, and how his familiar, comforting scent lingers on the fabric.

[remarkablymodest]

Era will hear Aymeric before she sees him. He's giving the last of the delegations for the evening to his knights; as always, especially since the battle with Nidhogg, he tries not to leave any loose ends. It's a compulsory thing these days. Better safe than sorry. A lesson that he had to learn the hard way.

He isn't quiet when he approaches his tent since he doesn't think there's any reason to be. Of all the things Aymeric had expected to return to (more work, something else that needed last minute attention), this was not among them. It's surprising. His deer in headlights stare says as such. Pleasantly so, of course, adds the smile that curls his lips once the initial surprise leaves him.

This isn't how he planned to spend the remainder of his evening though there's something so attractive about the spontaneity of it all. He'd never expected such bold romantics knowing the type of person she is; honestly, it's that much rewarding to be receiving this kind of attention because it feels a bit out of her character. Something special she's willing to do just for him.

"Era," he finally says, immediately bridging any gap between them. He is only a man and it takes quite a bit of willpower to not get his hands on her immediately. He's trying to show some restraint, some properness - despite the situation, despite himself - though it won't last for long. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" So he's a little cheeky, maybe. A little too pleased with it all. She'll have to humor him, just a little.

[astralera]

The tip of her tail curls when she hears Aymeric approach, and though her first instinct is to make sure she's properly covered Era refrains from hiding herself completely. The sheet covers her just enough to keep her warm in addition to leaving what, exactly, she's wearing a surprise.

Era takes in Aymeric's look of surprise; the small smile that tugs at his lips, and the way he can't seem to move next to her quickly enough. She breaths out a small laugh at how he so clearly restrains himself, appreciating the gesture.

"I leave with the Ironworks at dawn for a mission," she explains, eyeing the way one of his dark curls frames his temple, giving beautiful contrast to the blue of his irises.

There is no doubt that her upcoming trials will be dangerous, and she is likely to be gravely wounded by the end of it all. Era doesn't believe she will die - not with Hydaeylyn's Blessing to guide her - but she wishes to leave Aymeric with the memory of her as a woman rather than the esteemed Warrior of Light should the worst come to pass.

She hasn't given Aymeric the details of Omega's threat, for there is enough he need occupy his thoughts with without such a worry weighing on him. As far as he's aware it's just a fight like any other for her, similar to any other Primal she's slain over the years.

Era lets the sheet fall from her shoulders, bearing skin, lace, and scale for her companion to see. The top she wears is a new addition to her collection; sheer, white lace with a matching ribbon at her waist. Her breasts are easily visible through the fabric, and the sudden change in temperature (or perhaps merely Aymeric's proximity) brings her nipples to a peak.

Blushing, she continues: "I wished to leave you with a fond memory."

[remarkablymodest]

"What a splendid memory it is," he agrees. Even just the sight of Era alone, skin (that isn't bared for him to see) lined with lace and a natural blush dusting her cheeks. He's not wont to forget it anytime soon, that's for certain. Perhaps the fact that it will be so temporary too is all the more reason to cherish it; he isn't about to try and keep her from her duties but is extremely grateful that she took the opportunity before to see him. To share his company in-

Well. Maybe that's a bit presumptuous of him, actually, on how far she's wanting to take this. She's so tantalizingly close yet still so inexplicably far. Hopefully not for long, if he has any say in it. "Might I-?" he starts, still smiling and coy, as he reaches a hand to touch to her waist. It hovers there just barely though, waiting for her explicit permission.

[astralera]

Something Era will never tire of is Aymeric's indescribable patience with her, always making completely sure that she is comfortable with something before touching her in any way beyond that of a friend. It makes her feel more relaxed than she would be otherwise, as the idea of a relationship (the handful of times she ever thought of them) was one she found distressing on many levels, to such a degree that Era had assumed she would never experience one for herself.

But with Aymeric it's different. His hand hovering above her skin, clearly desiring to touch her but waiting for her to give her permission. The knowledge that if she said no he would stop, no questions asked...

It makes Era's heart swell with an affection only Aymeric manages to evoke.

She takes his hand in her own and guides it to her waist just above where her skin meets her scales, pressing it down gently. It's as explicit as Era can get to grant permission without using the words she doesn't quite trust as the moment.

assuming some kind of bizzaro universe fusion ig???

[drehnifusbahi]

Subtle wasn't the first word most would pick to describe Vanyel - he was outgoing, flirtatious, and tended to be, if not the center of attention wherever he happened to be then very close to it. Even if 'wherever he happened to be' was a battlefield - resounding Shouts and explosive fireballs were difficult to ignore.

But just because he wasn't usually subtle didn't mean he couldn't be, when it suited him - as it had in most of his interactions with the handsome Lord Commander. He'd learned early on how to read people, so he'd known within a few minutes of first meeting the man that his usual brand of shameless flirtation wasn't going to get him far with this one.

He'd taken to teasing, instead, letting incidental touches linger and couching what would usually be blunt declarations of interest in sly innuendo, letting things build as they would. There was something to be said for delayed gratification, after all - and it wasn't as if they'd had much time for anything but business.

But that would, with any luck, be changing this evening. With all the most immediate fires put out, and barring emergencies, they could all look forward to a night off - including the hard-working Lord Commander. So Vanyel slipped through the camp as quietly as he could manage, avoiding all the things (and, yes, people) that might have distracted him at any other time, finally stealing into Aymeric's tent and knocking on the nearest solid object to announce his presence.

WORKS FOR ME, YOLO ETC.

[remarkablymodest]

While Aymeric is neither innocent nor naive, there is a certain sort of delicacy to the way he handles interest of a specific nature. His position - not to mention his propriety as an Ishgardian by default - demands a certain sense of tact. He might not have acknowledged Vanyel's advances as forwardly as others but he has. Whether it be the slightly wider smile than most receive or a coy glance, the Elezen has definitely noticed and desired to reciprocate.

But as is often the case with his position, there isn't often the time for personal desires. It's rare to find a moment to himself, let alone to share with others, and he'd practically resigned himself to never truly finding one with Vanyel. Maybe, he thinks, he just wasn't trying hard enough though as soon as the brunette walks into his tent. He's grateful for him taking the initiative this evening for he'd been admittedly distracted with paperwork and final look-overs of other things than thinking of making any move of his own, but-

Suddenly, all that seems so frivolous. He pretends to still be occupied, of course. All part of the act. "Vanyel," he greets, a gentle bow of his head. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He knows, of course, exactly what kind of pleasure they're likely both considering but a little lead-up never killed anyone.

[drehnifusbahi]

Oh, he knows not to expect a particularly forward response - he's been around Ishgard in general and Aymeric in particular too long for that. So he takes the wider smiles and coy glances for what they are, moderates his responses in turn, and wait for a moment to act, even knowing one might not come along for some time. He's familiar enough with the demands of duty himself to understand that.

It doesn't mean that it hasn't been frustrating at times, or that he hasn't gotten "distracted" a time or two along the way, generally when his own business has taken him far from Ishgard. But it never lasts long, and he inevitably finds his path leading back north.

Now, he takes just a moment to admire the view while Aymeric is still apparently occupied, sketching a quick bow of his own at the greeting. "I happened to have the rest of the night off, and found this on my way here," he answers, approaching and producing a bottle of spiced wine from behind his back. (Where exactly he got it is probably a question best left unanswered.) "I thought I may as well share it."

For starters, at least, because the gods only know Aymeric must need a drink every now and again.

[remarkablymodest]

"How generous of you," he answers easily, warm as his homeland is not. One might wonder how a man such as this was built in such bitter cold; yet, here he is. Smiles and charm are something he has in abundance but it takes a certain kind of person to draw them out of him in earnest. His politican's poker face fades away.

It has been far too long since he's had a good, stiff drink. It seems he was even prepared for this possibility almost as he reaches for a pair of glasses on a makeshift shelf within his tent. The man hands one off to Vanyel and holds his own out to have some of the alcohol he's brought to be poured into it.

"Though I do have to wonder if there isn't a caveat to this generosity." Though his tone seems to indicate that he wouldn't actually mind, if there were.

[drehnifusbahi]

That may well be part of the attraction - hailing as he does from the much warmer climes of Cyrodiil's Gold Coast, he's drawn to warmth wherever he finds it, whether it's literal or metaphorical.

So Aymeric's reaction makes him smile, and he has to bite back a chuckle when the other man proves to have glasses ready and waiting. "Well, I'd hope you won't just toss me out the moment I've finished pouring," he replies, but his tone makes it clear he's not truly worried about that possibility.

He fills Aymeric's glass first, presenting it with a bit of a flourish before turning his attention to his own.

hanako 'rosalina' nurumi 🌹 original character, ota

[hasitsthorns]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Jon Snow * GoT * M/F

[swingthesword]

[locked to thekittenqueen]

[swingthesword]

I have reason to believe that there may be some sympathy towards the Night's Watch in the Reach, Your Grace, and with your leave, I shall be traveling there for a time to seek additional recruits.

That's what Jon had told the King, and it was, in the broadest sense, the truth. The Wall still needed men to defend it, and with as little support as he seemed to find at King's Landing, the Reach and Highgarden were as good a place as any to stop next. Of course, the truth was that Jon knew with certainty that there would be at least one person of influence with a great deal of sympathy for his cause, or at least for him.

The foolishness, as Jon so often thought of it, with Queen Margaery had not stopped. In fact, they had only grown bolder and more reckless, so a change of scenery was far from a bad idea. It had been Margaery to suggest a visit to her grandmother and her House seat, and she who'd intimated that the Lord Commander could find men there... along with other things to welcome him.

The Tyrell's welcome had indeed been warmer, and the feeling in the castle much more relaxed than the Red Keep. From a note slipped to him during dinner, Jon found himself waiting in what seemed to be a seldom-used room in a quiet corner of the castle, an hour after the household was abed.

[thekittenqueen]

There had always been freedom in the Reach. From the time that she was a child, Margaery had been granted a measure of leeway in her interactions with others and the relationships she developed. Even before she married, she had a fair share of casual lovers, all overlooked by her parents and silently encouraged by her grandmother, as seduction was a much needed skill for the life she was expected to lead.

That freedom allowed Margaery a sense of security in inviting her lover to visit her home. Even if her family suspected or knew, she would be safe. Their interests were aligned and word wouldn't travel back to the Lannisters, risking her life and freedom. So long as Tommen trusted her, she would hold onto her power.

For now, it wasn't important to think or consider. Hidden away in a rarely used room, Margaery waited for him. With the welcome banquet over and the revelers passed out, she was free to visit Jon as she pleased. He arrived shortly after her, well concealed by the shadows and the black of the Night's Watch. Rising to her feet, she reached out for him, hungry for her lover and this stolen freedom. "What do you think of it all?"

[swingthesword]

Jon's first instinct was to reach for the clasp of his cloak, but the warm climes of the Reach-- even balmier than King's Landing-- mean that it was hanging unused in his official quarters. Instead, he pulled Margaery into his arms the moment they'd closed the gap between them.

"It makes a pleasant change to not feel there are daggers pointed at my back every moment, I can say that much."

He leaned in, searching for that lush, soft mouth that he'd come to know so well. "But really, I can scarce believe why you'd want to leave this place."

[thekittenqueen]

She was able to dress as she preferred, discarding the gowns she had adopted as Tommen's queen to return to the styles familiar in the Reach. The light, airy gowns that flowed with diaphanous silks and seemed only to be a whisper against her skin. It was almost like wearing nothing publicly and she had wanted Jon to see this.

"It is where you are safest. Highgarden exists outside of the rest of Westeros and is completely free of malice. It's peaceful." Even if they prepared her for war as a child.

Her lips parted for him, savoring the kiss before she pulled back to murmur in reply, "Because I needed to marry and serve my house." She nuzzled against him. That had changed, of course. Now she was serving no one's interests but her own and Jon's as well. "I had hoped to bring Sansa here once. But at least one Stark may see my home."

Sarah Blake | Supernatural

[asafehaven]

charioce xvii | shingeki no bahamut | ota

[enrobe]

Rey | SW: TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]