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Blue Sky Ficlets

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A collection of ficlet I post on Blue Sky for @darkriseevent.bsky.social

Chapter 1: Eight Minutes (Wames semi public blowjob)

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An eclipse usually last around two hours, with eight minutes of total darkness. Will had invited Violet to watch it with them, and they shared a beer while sitting on the grass, their special glasses ready.

James lounged on the star patterned blanket, gorgeous blue eyes trained on Will. Wearing the silky crimson outfit Will had selected this morning. He’d decided against the velvety shorts, in case the eclipse freshened the air, but James had deliberately kept the four buttons of his shirt opened.

His muscled cleavage was an expanse of smooth pearly skin framed by a bloody red jacket. Will knew what taste this skin would have. Violet elbowed him in the ribcage.

"You’re gonna miss all of it if you keep staring at each other like that!"

She was looking up through the glasses.

The moon was already closing on the sun. A total eclipse, the sight of a lifetime. James pressed against him, his body hot and his breath in the crook of Will’s neck. Definitely not watching the sky. Will hold his glasses against his eyes, while pretending not to notice neither the faint brush of lips under his ear nor the hand creeping up his pants. Violet was captivated by the sight. Will tried to. In the twilight, James‘ eyes called for sins.

"Don’t want to watch the eclipse, darling?" James asked, impersonating innocence. Will let out an amused breath.

The moon was halfway there. James’ hand reached his crotch. Undid the zipper. Will watched, an anticipation coursing through him. A total eclipse was so rare, he’d waited to see it for months. The moon hid the sun completely. Eight minuted of total darkness. James was terribly interested.

He bent down on Will and took him in his mouth. Nobody could see him. With Violet just next to Will, neither could afford any sound. Will gasped, which could be interpreted as an awe-struck sound. Nothing to do with James’ tongue on his tip. They needed to be quick. Eight minutes wasn’t much. He tried to focus on the eclipse, gripping his glasses tight. James made him see stars in the black sky. four minuted left. James, warmed up enough, took it all in his throat. Will let out an unmistakable sigh. He didn’t dare looking at Violet. Three minuted left.

James slowly moved up, sucking all the way, his lips agonizingly stroking on the shaft. When his tongue played with the tip again, Will came. They had no time left. Will pulled up James and stuffed his cock back his pants. Just in time. The moon was receding. Light came back. They watched it rolled away from the sun for a while, before Violet removed her glasses to look at them, grinning.

"Now, that was something!"

Will nodded, body still light from the orgasm. He made the mistake of glancing at James, who stared at him satisfied but with mischief bubbling in his eyes. Will couldn’t help but kissing his lips, but when James opened his mouth Will realized he had yet to swallow. Just in time to not spit it all in surprise in the grass.

Violet only rolled her eyes, oblivious to it all. Thankfully.

Chapter 2: Mirror (Will interacting w/ Sarcean’s spirit)

Summary:

In which Sarcean’s spirit is stuck as Will’s reflection and he bullies him.

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Will would see James at the dock tonight. Maybe James wouldn’t see him, at least not until it’s too late, but something pushed Will to dress up. The smirking man in the mirror, perhaps.

The reflection didn’t bother tying the bowtie in the same time as he did. Instead, it looked like it was tying itself. It used to creep Will out, but he recently figured out that the defiant Will was harmless, if not a bit annoying. Mirror couldn’t harm anyone. Unless they were broken, of course.

"Come on," Will said as he struck a pose. "Let me see how I’d look—"

Mirror couldn’t talk, but they could mouth. Will pretended to not understand what it was trying to say.

"Why are you being difficult?"

Defiant Will made a lewd gesture and raised its eyebrows suggestively. Twice. Will rolled his eyes.

"It’s not like that between us," he said. "He’s going to kill people. I need him to get into Simon’s house—"

Defiant Will wasn’t impressed. Not yet, it said. Mean, intense blue eyes. Hair like the summer sun. Will didn’t realise he was fumbling with his jacket. The reflection noticed. It grinned at him.

Not yet, it mouthed. When you take your throne.

The image of James kneeling at his feet. Will carefully made himself feel nothing.

"Never," Will said. "I’m not you."

That was the best way to make defiant Will do what it was supposed to do: reflecting him.

Will inspected himself in the docile mirror. He looked good enough. His attire practical, but still a bit— nice. Nice for James, a voice in his head murmured. Nice for your Queen.

"I’m not the Dark King!" Mirror couldn’t make sounds, so whatever was that face in defiant Will, it couldn’t be a snort.

Chapter 3: Nightmare (Wames dealing w/ James’ sleep paralysis)

Summary:

Set during Dark Heir. In which James share a bed with Will and has a nightmare.

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James was a seductive heat under the sheets. Still. Vulnerable. Will could reached out and touch him. James would never know. The idea of using James for his own pleasure sickened him, though.

Not that Awake James would mind. Awake James would love to have Will touch him. Will the boy savior. No, he definitely couldn’t touch James in his sleep. He turned to the side, trying to rest as well. He closed his eyes for a while, falling into slumber slowly, until something hit his leg.

Urgh— James was even more forward in the dark. An aggressive hand struck his chest.

"Hey—"

A moan. Ragged breath. James was still asleep. Dreaming.

Will pushed himself up on one hand. In the dark, James‘ golden hair and pale face were grey.

An agitation coursed under his skin, and he grimaced as he had swallowed something sour. Will extended his other hand, about to touch the silky expanse of his cheek’s skin.

"Sarcean!"

Will pulled back his hand as if he’d been burnt. James was having a nightmare because of him.

He breathed out. Will, the boy savior. He could take him away from his dream. Tentatively, he reached down to James again. But just as the tip of his fingers brushed James’ cheek, his eyes snapped open. Will held his breath. Waiting. James remained deathly still.

His eyes began to move frantically, terrified of—

Terrified of him.

Will recalled what James’d said about his memory, how he could lay still at night with a great force hovering over him. Will shook him awake. A shiver ran down James´ spine, who jumped away. Looking at Will like he’d seen a ghost.

For an excruciating minute, during which both their heart beat in their throat, they watched each other. Then James relaxed. He smiled, derisive.

"Sorry, I thought you were—"

"It’s fine! Are you alright?"

"Yeah… Feel like I run up and down the mountain."

"Would you like…"

Will didn’t know what he was proposing. James looked at him, then he circled his waist and laid them both down on the bed.

"Going back to sleep, boy savior."

With James’ golden head on his shoulder, Will doubted he could.

Chapter 4: Brothers (Book 1 James & Marcus angst)

Summary:

In which James watches Marcus slowly turning.

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Curled up in his cell, with his white uniform grey and in tatters, Marcus had lost all the grace and honor of the Stewards. He was just a man now. An agonizing one.

James’ attention was caught by the thing moving under his skin. Sometimes akin to black waves of contaminated waters, sometimes looking like a parasite about to burst in a bloody birth, the shadow despaired to be freed from its flesh bounds.

James couldn’t find an ounce of pity for the man he used to look up to. The one he had even called brother. Not after the hell he put him in. Not after he had looked at James like that. Marcus had put himself into this position.

He could only blame himself and his peers. Playing with the Dark King’s magic as if it was nothing. It’d been only a matter of time, and an ineluctable consequence of their pride.

James watched the power of the Dark King breaking Marcus days after days. Slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse. Never forgetting that he would, just as ineluctably, become another mouse between Sarcean’s claws.

Chapter 5: Fireplace (Christmas non-sexual D/s)

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The flames halo his graceful features with an orange glow. His hair, longer, falls gracefully on top of his shoulders, shining under the warm light. His blue eyes fazed at the fire, meditative.

The rug must be comfortable, Will thinks, just as the tight red, felt pants and the santa-like tunic. The overall darkness of the room appeased Will. He himself feels well-at-ease on that old armchair, the heat almost too much, that close from the pit. He’s slouching, his leg stretching forward.

Will blows some steam from his hot chocolate. James’ shoulders are firm, muscular. They could accommodate much weight. Will straightens up, then locks his right ankle on James’ right shoulder, before crossing his left leg on top of it.

James, surprised by the sudden weight, turns his head at Will. Will raises his eyebrow, mutely asking: 'What?' James hesitates, before returning to his meditation. Will smiles, even though James couldn’t see it. "Good boy," he says.

James’s ears became red, just like the rest of his face, Will guesses. He takes a sip from his chocolate. He feels warm.

Chapter 6: Scar (Pre-Canon James character study)

Summary:

In which James wonders what Sarcean’s touch may be like. Mention of physical abuse.

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He lounged on his bed, taking some leisure before dinner was served. He has rolled his sleeves up, and was stroking his own wrist, a bit experimentally.

He imagined the Dark King’s nails scratching this white, smooth skin instead of his own. James didn’t remember His face. The Sarcean he had come up with in his head looked too much like Simon to be a comfortable vision right now. Would He be angry?

James wondered, not without shame, if after His return, He would take care of him like this. James could use some tenderness. For despite everything that had happened today, his skin remained white and smooth.

Chapter 7: Justice and Shadow Marcus (Justicus angst)

Summary:

The moment Justice sees Shadow Marcus.

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The screams of his fallen friends rang even here. Fear speared him, but his hand remained steady and his sword didn’t falter.

The corridor became darker and darker as the screams fade and were replaced by another shrieking sound. Justice would hold. The Elder Steward had asked for time, and he would give her everything he could.

The last time he had seen him, he was laid bare on the harsh bedsheet of the grease smelling inn. His head rested on his arm on the cushion, while the back of his fingers stroked Justice’s cheek. Justice had never seen him so serene before. So carefree.

The shrieking of the shadow became deafening and the darkness total. Then he saw him. Justice should rather called that an it. It looked nothing like the man he had loved.