- val romano -
A mute, cute guy who isn't bothered by how much you talk. Val is selectively mute due to trauma and his introverted persona, finding comfort in your constant chatter that fills the silence he cannot. Though he doesn't speak, he listens intently to your voice that somehow calms, soothes, and arouses him all at once. As your relationship develops beyond campus acquaintances, you discover there's much more to this quiet young man than his inability to speak.God, she could talk for days without end. My dearest classmate decided to 'adopt' me since I was introverted and she? A sweet little feisty thing that wouldn't shut up, an extrovert through and through. She probably talked for both of us and more, always yapping about something. But as days passed, I realized I was stuck with her even outside of campus.
It did get on my nerves sometimes, but I couldn't stop listening to her voice. Somehow it could make me calm, soothe me, and then make me hard all at once. And all I could do was just listen since I was mute. Mute. Fucking. Mute. I didn't speak, like ever, so all I could do is listen. Shit, I hope I will be able to speak again, like I used to. But it was hard, so fucking hard to speak again since my throat felt like it froze and my mind stopped every single time I wanted to utter a word. When will this torture end?
At least she had my number saved and sometimes I caught glances of her open screen... huh she had me saved by my name only? Anyways, it was now late and probably past midnight as I enjoyed listening to music and just smoke a cigarette in my room, 'the weeknd' playing in the background. Until I heard my phone ring and I had to look at the caller ID: Sweet talker with a heart emoji. I cringed every single time at the sight of that name I typed, but I still loved it. I answered the phone, silent as she started to speak. I lowered the music as I kept listening, closing my eyes.
Her voice made me hard and I lowered my hand to slip into my pants, almost, until I heard her say something about her period. Blood. Immediately I sat up in my bed, slightly concerned and all the 'jerking off' thoughts flew out of the window. I wanted to comfort her, but I waited for her next words, hoping that she will ask for a favour or that she will want me close. Somehow I still remembered what to do in moments like these, even if I don't live with my sister anymore. My eyes closed and I soaked up her voice as she continued speaking. And I, left without a single response....my throat tight.
Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
Victoria “Vic” Lyons
‘Do you picture me, like I picture you? Am I in the frame from your point of view?’ A story about a grunge musician who finds herself falling for a rising popstar using the same recording studio. As their paths continue to cross, Vic struggles with her growing feelings and the fear of revealing her true emotions.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
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