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teacup-baphomet · 3 years

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G/t plot bunny 1

ugh generic title is generic but whatever.

so basically there are these two people - humans - and they are like ghost/cryptid hunters.

in my head. There is one guy and one girl. The guy is very excitable and happy-go-lucky (an optimistic ray of sunshine type with his head in the clouds).

The girl is more down-to-earth. A tad on the pessimistic side maybe. a little more rough around the edges. will throw hands at the drop of a dime to protect the people she cares about no matter how daunting the challenge is (like she will take on an entire gang herself is she needs to orr - well, you’ll see later in this plot bunny).

They are currently somewhere - idk where- and there is like big arse castle thing. Entirely made of stone. Ornate. and mostly like “f***off” big. like the theories/lore behind it is some ancient, archaic civilization made this castle for their god(s) as some symbolic gesture.

But the duo is here because it’s supposed haunted af.

And they want to either prove that or disprove that.

all for the sake of likes on the internet. such a noble causes lol. nah. they get paid too so mostly there’s that.

anyways. as it turns out it is NOT haunted.

but rather someone - something? - BIG is sorta imprisoned in the structure. Not visible at first. Hidden away ... somewhere, perhaps an alternate dimension or something. Until freed.

And the duo accidentally frees him.

Anyways, the big guy is basically the result of a king from the long dead civilization getting super greedy and basically doing some weird ritual to get limitless power. It goes terribly wrong - for the king- and he ends up getting possessed, well more like completely hijacked and the king is kinda dead now - by some sorta being. a shapeshifting something that tends to be on the lorg side.

The being didn’t really have a gender until he took over the king’s earthly form and then he decided “huh, guess i’m a dude” so he tends to shapeshift into a male form. typically big. typically kinda monstrous. haven’t thought of how monstrous. or if the shapeshifter being is demonic or not. or what does “demonic” even mean if so.

kinda leaning towards a monstrous in a dragon-boy kinda way. wings. horns. rows of sharp teef. claws. scaly forearms and lower legs as well as various other patches of scales. glowing eyes. firebreath.

with some hints of elderitch monstrosity. so maybe like a third eye on their forehead and perhaps a wee eye on each of the little clawed hand things on his wings. idk. plus the ability to make prehensile shadow tendril/tentacle things shoot out from his body. or something like that.

but i dunno. if i write this or not is hecking big IF anyways. like most of my ideas -writing and especially drawing. my muse is so dang fickle. i could come up with ocs and plots and dumb banter/dialogue and i can get to vague sketch stage with drawings but after that it’s like uhhhh... i lose steam i guess..

but yeah... how monster-y big dude is, is well up for debate i guess

but yeah. so he appears. and the shapeshifter monsterboy king dude is thinking it’s gonna go like ‘k. i’m free now. gonna just get rid of the people who freed me with a condescending thanks and then take over the world mwahahaha”

but it does not go like that. at all.

because oh no. the lil guy who freed him is adorable. and he’s so..so happy? but... why? and his first words to him are “wow. you’re amazing! so friggin cool! I wish i looked as bad*ss” or something like that

and the big guy is like all flustered because he’s used to people running and screaming at him and his monsterous appearance. that is partially why he likes to be monstrous looking to be frank.

he never considered how nice it is to be genuinely complimented. or you know to have friends. or even something more~

so he’s at a lost. which is something that’s never happened to him before. making him even MORE at a loss.

and he’s rather amused, impressed with the bravery the wee gal as well. as she looks ready to fight him herself if he even thinks of hurtin’ the lil ray of sunshine guy. it’s kinda.... endearing???

so oops. no world domination. ah, well...

instead he has a best friend and maybe something more with that lovely ray of sunshine man~

and maybe... just maybe... being good and kind... isn’t all that bad?

even if he is a monstrous eldritch giant maybe demon thing.

who says he has to stick to stereotypes. he’s BIG. he can do what he wants. right?

and i dunno after that..

I’m thinking. that this is when they find out he’s sorta attached to the castle for some reason. and thus stuck in his BIG monsterboy mode (as well as stuck to a certain area). and thus beyond being stuck to the vicinity in the castle and near the castle atm he can’t temporarily shapeshift to human in order to more easily travel with them as they do their ghost/cryptid hunting anyways.

so the next phase of the maybe story is the human duo and their monster trying to figure out how to f r e e h i m. like even more so than they already did heh.

and once they do that - uh shenanigans happen i guess. cuz you can’t have a g/t story without big(s) and small(s) engaging in shenanigans. that’s like g/t law or something.

and that’s it. that’s the maybe story i will likely never write.

anywho. if anybody wants to use this as a plot go ahead. i don’t care/mind. it’s not all that original anyways lol. it’s just a bunch of tropes thrown together to make soup (read: a plot) basically. i think. i dunno.

i mean let’s be real. i can’t even say:

people using the same plot in a g/t story? more likely than you think.

because we all effing know the same plots are used in g/t stories over and over again. ain’t no one able to pretend that isn’t common lol.

but that’s okay. because everyone has their own style of writing. and a lot of us are desperate for more g/t content anyway so we ain’t gonna complain regardless.

not sure if these last few sentences could be considered a call out or sh**post or something but i don’t really care. it is what it is.

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lithefidercreatures · 2 years

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Say hello to a BIG project I have been working on! 💖✨️ I made TWO of these life size plush of Fren, the main character of the upcoming VR game Cosmonious High by @owlchemylabs . The first one you saw revealed by @kindafunnygames-blog during the trailer reveal end of summer - and this one, Fren 2.0, is now chilling with her creators at their studio!

If you like Fren's design you'll want to check out the game's trailer ! The game has great style, I can't wait to play it. 💕😍

In terms of how she was made construction wise, some nerdy fabrication info under the cut:

This large plush had to be treated more like a prop so she could sit up, have long tentacles without pulling on the head fabric, and have the head stay upright on such a skinny neck. These things would never work at this size without structure.

I made an internal structure for Fren's upper body out of PVC pipe, styrofoam, and jointed plastic armature. I also had to reduce weight much as possible. Her head and large hairballs have firmly stuffed Styrofoam beanbag pellets inside an internal muslin structure to make them lighter! (She only weighs about 28 pounds total). The styrofoam fitted around the T joint in her head (covered in batting too) also helped make sure that the pipe stayed centered, and wouldn't drift through the pellets over time, and potentially poke against the outer skin. It also supported the continuous piece of plastic jointing more too.

Here below you can see when I made the pattern for her shoes using ductape. A technique that fursuiters often use! (Patterning the rest was other methods). There is also a picture of the masked hairballs before airbrushing, and the rough shoe before refining and the edging was put on (it was a separate piece of foam like a trim). Each shoe is made from 2 pieces of thick upholstery foam glued together. To help insure uniformity each was carved from the same profile and bottom oval template. It is tricky to carve each shoe about exactly the same so the pattern would fit them all, but that's what experience is for. 😘

Her feet are carved green foam with a sewn plush skin so they keep shape. Her mouth is magnetic, and her eyes are on ultra thin velcro, so she can change expressions. I did airbrushing for her tentacles (the ombre fade) and the stripes on her hair, which required LOTS of masking. I made paper templates to aid in this (especially as I had to do this TWICE!) 🤗

The fabric used was Shannon minky, and also low pile Zyfmptex minky, which came in the colors I needed like neon yellow, bright pink, and magenta, and looked better on the hair with the needed sharp edge painted details (low pile holds paint detail better), and also for the mouth and hair discs, so it did not look fuzzy. A polyester fleece (a non stretchy, thin kind, advertised as for doll skin) was used on the eyes as it was a surface the velcro for the pupils would stick to.

I used 1633 Foam Lock spray glue for the green foam parts and gluing batting to fabric. I had never used it before this but I read online about it being recommended for fabric to foam and foam to foam gluing, and it worked very well!! Held super strong, no bleed through, wide light webbing spray from the nozzle.

At the end there was a lot of handsewing to attach the elements together. I used heavy duty thread or upholstery threads. The legs are just press fit glued into the shoes with the 1633 spray (another plus of them being solid foam!). The bottom of the leg has a muslin circle part sewn on there to finish its shape and be stuffed well. The fit was so snug they stayed on without the glue, so with the upholstery glue I had no doubt it was strong enough. 😊

#Cosmonious high #vr gaming #upcoming games #custom plush #prop making #Fren

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fabrowrites · 2 years

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Speeding Up, Slowing Down

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Kai and Nya are enjoying a warm summer evening at their house. That is, until the sky splits open in a blast of light.

⏱ 2753 words ⏱ Kai & Nya & Lloyd ⏱ time travel ficlet ⏱ gen/no ship, friendship, family ⏱ for @rosiehunterwolf

yo finally got around to writing sibling-trio-centric fic and I couldn’t think of a better person to dedicate it to than Rosie! I know you’re taking a break from socmed right now, but hopefully whenever you see this you’ll enjoy it fren :D

read it on ao3 here, or check it out here under the read more!

It’s just after eight on a balmy summer night when the sky splits open in a blast of light.

Kai is standing out on the engawa of the house when it happens. He flinches back at the sudden brightness, almost falling onto his back as he raises his hands to shield his eyes.

“What is that?” Nya asks, running out onto the porch too. “A meteor?”

The light vanishes, leaving both of them blinded by the overexposure. They blink rapidly, trying to see, but before they can make anything of the night that’s suddenly so much darker than it was a moment before, loud, angry voices erupt around them.

“Get them!”

The darkness warps. Figures rush for them, and before Kai can react, hands seize his wrists and wrap around his waist and dig into his shoulders. He screams, thrashing, but he’s thrown easily to the ground. Beside him, Nya screams too.

“Nya? Nya!”

He tries to twist. Tries to find her. But a rough grip on his chin forces his face straight ahead and into the eyes of a man with gnarled scars running down the side of his face.

“Don’t you worry about her. She’ll get what’s coming to her too.”

“Let us go!”

The man and his companions laugh. “Not so mighty now, eh, fire boy?” spits one.

“Where’s that spark, huh?”

“Look at her, I think she’s crying!”

Kai fights to get his feet under him, but with all the hands holding him down, he gets nowhere. He slumps back to the ground, chest heaving, heart pounding. The man holding his face grins.

“I would say sorry for this,” he says, raising a knife in his free hand. It glitters silver, with a strange vein running through the center of the blade and leading up to a crystal capping the end. “But my New Year’s resolution was to quit lying so much, hey? Don’t worry. It’ll only pinch a bit.”

He brings his arm back. The crystal at the end glows like a firefly.

And the sky lights up with it.

It’s just as bright as before. All of Kai’s instincts scream at him to close his eyes. He refuses. He can’t. He won’t. He has to know, he has to keep fighting, he has to protect Nya like his mom told him to before she left.

He surges forward again, but the hands tighten around him and slam him back down.

“Shit. How did he find us already?”

“I don’t care! Do it now!”

The man above Kai strikes down. Light gleams off the metal. And something green blasts it and the man away right as the tip touches Kai’s chest.

Screaming. The sharp wailing of their captors splits the night as green light explodes in showers of sparks over Kai’s head. The hands around his wrists go lax. Kai seizes the chance and rips himself free in their distraction. He struggles to his feet. It’s impossible to see anything. The screams die out one by one. He stumbles blindly, away from the men, away from the light that glows like a second sun.

A tug on his waist. A sharp edge digging into his throat. Kai freezes in place, and the green light freezes too. It jerks forward, but hot breath raises goosebumps on Kai’s neck and a deep voice snickers in his ear.

“Not so quick, Green Ninja. Let’s not be hasty now.”

The green light halts. This close, Kai can just start to see past the brightness of it, and his eyes widen when he realizes there’s a person there. The stranger’s hand is raised, and the green light is coming from his clenched fist.

“Good,” purrs the man, knife biting into Kai’s skin. “Now step back and put out your elemental power.”

Kai is staring at what he can see of the stranger’s face beyond the mask, and it’s only because of his staring that he sees the way the stranger’s eyes drift past him.

Whack!

Kai stumbles as the man holding him captive suddenly slumps forward, but the stranger is there and catches him before he can fall. “Whoa,” he says, and his voice is softer than Kai was expecting. “I got you, don’t worry.”

“What happened?” Kai twists around, searching behind him. “What- Nya?”

Several feet away, Nya stands frozen in place. Her hands are held in front of her, the thick shaft of a hammer clutched in her whitened fingers.

“I did it,” she says, almost whispers, eyes glued to her hands. “I- I saved you.”

Kai is moving before he can think. Pushing away from the stranger, he scrambles for Nya. He takes the hammer out of her hands, tosses it haphazardly to the ground, and pulls her tightly into his side. She shakes gently against him. He pets over her hair.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Nya, you did it.”

Her words come out muffled against his shirt. “Is he dead?”

“No, not dead. Pretty knocked out, though. You got him good.”

Both of them flinch at the sudden voice. But the stranger, of course, is still here. Now he kneels on the grass beside the fallen man. He’s taken off his mask at some point, and blond hair spills over his bowed head. When he looks up at them, his eyes widen.

“Oh,” he says, voice jumping an octave. “Wow.” He scrubs a hand through his hair. “I mean, I knew what I was getting into, but wow. This is so weird.”

“What are you talking about?” Kai demands. “Who are you?” He edges his body forward as the stranger sits back on his knees, trying to put himself between the stranger and Nya.

“Who were those guys?” Nya butts in, hysterical. “Why did they want to kill us? What did we ever do to them?”

The stranger runs his hand through his hair again. It sticks up funnily at the edges with that shaggy unevenness that Kai always ends up with when he trims his own hair. He’s not from around here. That much is clear from the color of his hair and eyes, colors Kai’s only ever seen on people from the city. The stranger winces.

“So,” he starts, and there’s already a question in the way that he says it. “Uh, say that hypothetically the past was a thing that people could travel to? And you guys help raise some kid in the future that makes a lot of people mad, and they decide the best way to deal with that is to figure out time travel and go back in time and make sure you never do?”

Silence stretches thin. The crickets, which had fallen quiet during the brawl, resume their gentle chirping.

“The future,” Kai deadpans. His fingers grip tighter in Nya’s shirt. “Okay, yeah, very funny, man. What’s the real deal?”

“That is the real deal!” the stranger protests.

“You seriously expect us to fall for that crap?”

Pulling a bit away from him, Nya has a conflicted expression on her face. “Kai, maybe we should listen to him.”

“Yeah,” says the stranger, pushing himself to his feet. “Listen to Nya.”

“How do you know her name?”

“I told you, I’m from the future.” The stranger frowns. “Look, how else do you explain the portal? Or the fact that I know your name, Kai, even though you’ve never met me before?”

“Anyone could tell you our names,” Kai grunts, but he narrows his eyebrows and looks away as he says it. He can’t explain the portal, and that frustrates him.

For some reason, that makes the stranger grin. “I should have figured you’d say that. Look. I can’t make you believe me. But I’m not going to hurt you. Promise.”

It’s easy, after all this time, for Kai to know what Nya’s thinking with just a look. And this look tells him that she obviously believes the stranger; what’s more, she’s looking at him like he’s a puzzle left out for her to solve. So Kai makes himself take a step back and evaluates his own feelings.

The stranger appeared from nowhere, and clearly, he’s strong. That alone should make Kai distrust him.

But he also stepped in to protect Kai and Nya when he didn’t have to. Despite what his head tells him, Kai’s gut says that the stranger is safe.

In the time he’s making his judgments, Nya wrestles herself free from his grip. Kai lets her go, and she steps closer to the stranger. “I can’t believe time travel is real,” she gushes. “How does it work? Can you open the portals any time, or only within a specific timeframe?”

“It’s done by a machine, and I don’t know.” The stranger rubs the back of his neck. “I… kinda charged through right as my friends were trying to shut it down.” He mumbles something under his breath that sounds something like “and now they’re all going to kill me, whoops.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you did,” Nya says. “We would have been toast without you.”

“I could have handled it,” Kai protests.

“I’m just glad both of you are all right,” the stranger says, something weighty in his voice.

It makes the rest of Kai’s indignation fall silent. He’d assumed that the stranger was just doing this to protect whatever kid he was talking about earlier, but the way that he talks– It sounds more personal than that. Like somehow, Kai and Nya are the ones important to him.

It’s stupid. He’s definitely seeing something that’s not there. “Whoever this kid is,” he says, falling back to what he does know, “he must be something special.”

The stranger fidgets. “Well, uh, I think you think so.”

“What’s your name, anyway?” asks Nya. Curious despite himself, Kai turns his head too.

The question throws the stranger, more so than any of their other ones. “I’m… Floyd,” he says hesitantly.

Floyd. City people really do have the weirdest names. Kai shakes his head as he settles heavily on the ground, knees to his chest and arms crossed over them. The adrenaline is draining from him. Now, he just feels exhausted. “So what now?”

“Now, I guess I wait until my friends come to get me- oh shoot, that was quick.”

Even though he’s seen it twice already, the suddenness of the portal still is shocking. Floyd flinches back with both of them, but he perks back up when he sees the two figures stepping out of it. “Guys! Over here!”

Both of the newcomers turn and pause. They also have masks on, covering everything but their eyes which are wide through the slits. The shorter of the two reaches up to tug on the other’s shoulder. “Leave your mask on,” she hisses.

The boy smacks her on the back of her head. “I know that, idiot. I’m not stupid.”

“What the hell,” the girl says. She’s staring at Kai and Nya now, eyes jumping between them and the forge beyond. “This is so trippy.”

Kai bristles. “Hey, watch your language,” he says. “There are kids here.”

The girl stares at him. Then out of nowhere, she breaks into laughter.

“I’m not a kid, Kai,” Nya complains over her laughing. “I know what hell means.”

Floyd crosses the distance between them in a couple of quick bounds. “Guys!” he exclaims, pulling both of the newcomers into a hug. “That was fast!”

“Maybe on your end,” says the boy. “It took us three hours before we could even use the damn things because Jay insisted on running tests on them first.”

Floyd laughs.

“So you’re Floyd’s friends?” asks Nya, sizing both of them up and down. The girl, having recovered from her laughter attack, snorts.

“Floyd?” she says, eyebrows raising. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know!” Floyd whines. It’s such a different tone than what he’s been using with them that Kai jerks around to confirm it’s still him. “What if it messes up the future?”

The girl levels a dry look at him. “And letting them know you’re from the future won’t?”

“How else did you want me to explain the giant portal?”

She tilts her head. “Touché.”

“Hey, uh, not to interrupt this little reunion,” says a new voice. A black-masked head pokes suddenly through the portal, sudden enough to make Kai’s heart jump a beat. “But we’ve found where the next group is- we’ve got to move quick to catch them before they change the timeline and it’s too late.”

“Duty calls,” the boy in red says. “We’ve got to go.” He glances past Floyd, and for the first time, he and Kai meet eyes. A sharp spike of awe and confusion strikes through Kai’s heart. The boy’s eyes are deep brown, but where they reflect the light of the portal, they seem to turn a warmer shade.

Those eyes- for a second, he could have sworn they were his mom’s.

But of course that’s impossible. His mom’s gone, and whoever this boy is, he isn’t her.

Kai breaks their gaze and looks away.

“Will we ever see you again?” Nya asks.

“That’s what we're making sure of,” says Floyd.

“Don’t worry," says the person in the portal. "We've dealt with time travel crap before. This kind of stuff always turns out okay in the end." With a wave, he vanishes back through.

Floyd and the other two take each other’s hands as they return to the portal, and Nya returns to Kai’s side. He wraps an arm around her instinctively. He imagines that’s goodbye, but right before they step through, the boy in red turns his head back around.

“Hey,” he says, abruptly, like up until he opened his mouth he had no idea what would come out of it. “Nice job earlier, kid.”

“What?” Kai says, confused.

The boy in red grunts. “You did a good job. Do a good job. I just- I just wanted to let you know that I saw.”

Floyd and the girl stop and stare at him. The boy shoulders rise to his ears in the movement he makes to square them. “Nevermind. I don’t know why I said that. C’mon, Cole said we’ve got to go.”

He vanishes through the portal, followed by Floyd and then the girl, who is still saying “oh no you don’t drop something like that and then run away, idiot-” as the portal closes up behind her.

And then the hillside is returned to darkness again, just as if nothing had even happened.

Kai and Nya stand blinking blindly, alone.

“That just happened, right?” Nya says slowly.

“We both saw it,” Kai says with less conviction than he intends to say it with. But he can’t help it. His mind feels… off-kilter. The words of the stranger, whoever he was, struck a nerve that he didn’t really know was there.

“Time travel,” Nya continues, unaware of his churning thoughts. “Well, that’s gonna be some long-lasting food for thought.” Suddenly she jerks away from him, eyes wide. “Oh, crap, the food! Dinner was ready when I came out to get you, I forgot!”

“It’s okay,” Kai says. “Cold food’s better than no food. At least you didn’t burn a handtowel this time, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” Nya grumbles. “I’m going to go eat mine before it becomes too cold to be inedible, okay?”

“Okay,” Kai says, distracted. His toe knocks into something on the ground. He waits until she disappears inside the house, and then he bends down and picks the thing up.

It’s the dagger from before, the one that the man held with the crystal at the end. Kai stares at it. A sense memory shudders through him- the sharp point digging into his chest, the cold line against his neck- and he clenches his fingers around the hilt.

“Kai! Are you coming?”

Nya’s voice snaps him back to the present. “Yeah, yeah,” he calls back, standing and turning toward the house. “Geez, and people call me impatient!”

Before he enters the house, he drops by the forge and leaves the dagger on the bench. It gleams from the glowing embers in the forge, orange this time, not green. Kai narrows his eyes as he walks the path to the house.

This encounter, whatever it was, whoever it was, it showed him something. He’s been making mainly weapons, the same way his dad always did when he ran the forge. But the whisper of a razor edge ghosts against his skin again, and he thinks. Maybe this is a sign he should start learning how to make armor too.

#ninjago #fic #my fic #fic: blast past #kai #nya #lloyd #ninjago fic

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spacegaywritings · 3 years

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“Snuggles” - Part Three of “Little Tales” (an age regression series)

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Little Roman, Little Remus

Summary: Ree and Ro are cuddly when smol. When Ree comes in, teary and short of words, Ro knows it is cuddle time for not just him but his best little bean too. They snuggle up and babble about nice things. Ro colours and Ree just clings to him while holding a little goblin plushie.

Tags: age regression, little roman, little remus, plushie, snuggles, tears, soft, cuddles, post-split, darkness, mentions of Janus and Virgil, mentions of other sides, mentions of bad relationships to Virgil, rat mention, tall things, night time, absolutely adorable littles being together. Mentions of patton, mentions of dark/light side split, past warmth

Please be mindful to not tag/ add any ships or shipping content - this is age regression and there are no relationships of any kind happening. Please respect that.

Previous parts: 1 // 2 // ao3 1 // ao3 2 // ao3 overview // masterlist

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Story under the cut (Wordcount: 2k)

It was dark when Remus slipped out of his bed.

Everything was so tall, so big. The little gently clutched his blanket. It was thin, soft. His favourite blanket. It was light grey and had little rats on it. They had different colours and were special and precious to him.

He patted the fabric, as if to pat his favourite rat friends. They all had names, they all had a story and a place in his heart.

He drew the fabric closer around him. It provided little warmth but it was as good as it would get for now. The smell was rough and rubbed his nose.

It was still dark. There was not a single source of light in his room. His bed was too big, too spacious and far away from the door or the window.. Remus looked around, black wrapping around his tired eyes.

Darkness was scary... and he felt too small and tiny to deal with it. He was just tiny and wanted snuggled.

And his little Harry Snuffles was missing, too!

“Mean..”, he mumbled to himself.

Remus had his blanket wrapped around himself, a bit like a cape. He held onto the light fabric and slowly stepped out of his room. His mind was hazy and somewhat light. It was hard to think but he had to pay attention where he set his foot on. His room was a chaotic mess and if he stepped on legos, he would cry on the spot. With calculated steps, routine-led feet guided him from his bed to the big door where he slowly pulled the door open.

Just a small peek... only for a bit, he told himself.

The little slowly tapped forward, steps soft, silent. He could hear Virgil’s music buzzing in the background. The dim purple lights illuminated the space under his door. Remus wanted to go to him but the emo was so mean when he felt tiny... Memories of their interactions flooded his mind and pulled his lips down. A small layer of liquid covered his eyes and Remus shook his head.

No, he would not go.

His eyes wandered over to the other doors in the dark hallway but he shook his head at them as well. There was no way he could go there. Remus took his blanket and quickly moved down the hall, putting as much distance between himself and the other doors around him.

Soon, the lights and voices were gone. No other sides were behind him. Instead, he crossed the intersection of hallways and turned to move into the direction of the only room to bring him comfort during these trying times.

He waddled forward and as he did so, he approached the big gate before him. It was already impressively tall but the closer he got, the more the gate revealed of its gargantuan nature. It hovered above his metaphysical butt.

Hehe, butt.

Remus hugged his blanket closer. He shook his messy hair. It was brown but a funny skunk-like strand started appearing in it. Janus had said it was because he was so stinky.

The little was not a stinky but he liked the word. Stinky, stinky, stinky. Stinki mans! He was a stinki boi!!

He giggled.

His small noises filled the room as much as his heart. The darkness of the hallways seemed to let go off him and he slowly pushed at the door to gain entrance. The big emblem, a red shield, parted into two halves. Remus sneaked through the little space between the two doors and shut it completely behind him. He tried his best to be as quiet as he could but it still made a muffled sound when closing.

The heavy stone plates clacked together because Remus was not only a stinki mans, he was also a stronk boi! He moved things!!

Once inside and having sealed the entrance, the little relished in the small victory. He had gotten here all by himself like a really tol boi and he was not hurt and did not make anyone angry. Also also!! Nobody was disturbed by him taking a walk around. Everyone was still napping hard. Remus giggled to himself again.

Pride welled up inside of them and he carefully made his way forward, his grip on the blanket softer than before. It was a holding more than a gripping or even clutching. He loosely kept the blanket around him for the warmth and comfort.

It was only now that Remus took the time to look around and take in all in.

Compared to his dark, chaotic room, this one welcomed him with open arms. There was a warmth in the caring hug whenever he set foot on the light side territory. Roman’s room was right at the edge of it.

The little followed the strings of fairy lights hanging from the sides of the room. It was the perfect system to lead him over to what and whom he was there for.

The sound of his steps were loyally muffled by the rugs underneath. They smelled clean and warm. Remus stood for a moment, simply curling and uncurling his toes. His feet shifted a bit and he walked on the spot, just rubbing his feet into the soft little nubs underneath him.

The rug was red. Red like his former self had been, too.

Another layer of hot tears build up in his eyes and Remus sniffled silently, sinking into the rug. He had not even reached the bed he had came for. The little hugged his blanket, burying his head in it.

“Stinki..”, he mumbled into his fabric. It did not smell warm, it was rather harsh and lacked any kind of hugs.

He rubbed his nose into it and whined at the missing warmth in his heart.

“Ree....?”

A tiny voice arose from the dimly lit room. Shuffling and rustling happened. It came from the bed and Remus clenched his teeth together, his jaw somewhat hardening.

“U got my stuffy!”

He turned to Roro, tears in his eyes and blanket bundled up in his arms. In his sniffling frenzy, he had started pulling it together as if to make it into a companion for hugs, a companion for who was meant to be next to him.

He sniffed once more, a pouting look on his face as he turned to the sleepy Roro. He was in his room, so it was not a surprise to see him in here.

“Giv it back.”

Remus stepped closer, rubbing the tears out of his eyes. Roman shifted in bed and patted the space next to him.

“Ree...”

He whispered, the words almost lost between them. The distance separating them was spatially just about a foot but metaphorically marked by a whole border.

“Mn... Nu, I wan my lil fren back.. Wan my Snuffles back!”

Roman tilted his head and sobbed a bit.

“Awaw.. I - I wan my Ree back..”

The addressed little cried and climbed in, holding his blanket dear.

“Gimme Snuffles n I gib u cuddles.”

Roman looked at him, eyes innocent and face soft. He shrugged and done in to hug his Ree and hold him close.

“Snuffles..”

He pointed at his lap, softly pulling the blanket away. It was a warm white with golden symbols all over. The fabric seemed to be cotton. It felt cold but warm and questionably comfortable.

Ree saw his fren with his fren and slowly reached out for it. Instead of reaching for it, he took Roro’s hand and squeezed it.

“Fren.. Frens hug n snuggle for hapy feels!”

Happy tears rolled over his cheeks and Roro nodded, squeezing his hand back. He shifted closer to his Ree and hugged him closer. He inhaled the harsher smells he had missed, he bathed himself in the lovely chaos and the comfort of unlimited creative frenzy.

They hugged, feeling whole at once.

Ro nudged the other and patted the space next to him. Ree took the hint and they laid down together. The light side nudged the stuffie over and pouted a bit. Ree felt his little stinki toi return and he held Harry Snuffles close. It was a green cyclops with a big big club in his hand.

The plushie was returned to his arms and Ree gently cradled him close. He sniffled, hugging his plushie against his face to dry his tears. Ro drew blankets around them and curled up with Ree. They had a next of warm and cuddly blankets. His bed had veils covering him from the world. The perfect addition when he got smol and wanted to hide and snuggle a bit.

He conjured up another blankie and used it mark the sides of his bed with more warmth and comfort.

Ree looked up at him, a soft smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Roro, holding him close. Harry Snuffles was between them and rested in their shared embrace. The littles looked at one another after a while and giggled a bit.

“Share!”, Ree demanded and Roro happily giggled, excited squeaks coming from his side.

Roro shook his light head and patted his equal ever so gently.

“We share? Share share!!”

Another bout of energy hit him and the light side bounced on his shared bed. It was so big, but with Ree in it, it was just big enough for the two! Ro moved and grabbed his white blanket. It was big but soon covered their legs, then their upper bodies and even the pretty cyclops between their chests.

“Shar’n s.. s gud.. s car’n”, Roro philosophised.

Ree nodded sagely and snuggled up under the blanket until his face could barely be seen. His eyes and the light strand peeked out from under the white fabric but other than that, he was covered up. Roro pulled a set of pillows close and giggled as he patted one of them.

“Wawamewons!”

Ree looked at it and curled up, poking it a bit.

“Hihi.. wawawemons”, Ree chuckled under his breath. Ro’s voice dissolved into another set of giggles and he carefully drew Ree closer.

“Siwwy!”

Ree giggled, nodding.

Little tears built up at the corner of his eyes and he grinned at his Roro, enjoying the fruits all over the pillow. Ree curiously tugged it closer until it was between them. His hands moved to place the cyclop’s head on the pillow as if Harry Snuffles was to sleep.

“Hawwy gets scawwy! Needs lotsa lotsa snugs!”

DEmonstratively, he placed his arms around the stuffie and Roro did as told, holding Ree and the pillow-Snuffles combination.

“We.. we snug.. n .. n we hug”, he mumbled, speech slurred.

To enforce his point, Ro nodded weakly. It was barely visible and Ree felt the same. His body felt heavy with the warm and heavy blankie on them. Roro holding him was nice and the smell made his eyes flutter shut and then make them too heavy to stay open!

He blabbered a bit.

“Mwen, mwean,, eys... he-heb,,hebby,,-”

His speech was just as unclear as Roro’s but that was because the little was fighting every bit of sleepy whims. His eye lids shot up for a moment but immediately fell back to sleep and when he tried to kick his legs to annoy the other or move the blankie, his limbs were too heavy to be moved.

He fought his eyes open one more time, catching a last glimpse of Roro holding him close and the watermelon pillow between them where Mister Snuffles was located on.

Before him was the comfort and the warmth he missed ever since the split.

“Mw..k..kin..”, he started but he fell asleep before he could say any more. His hands were around Roro and another one rested on Snuffle’s upper arm.

His mind was foggy, thoughts lame as the overwhelming tiredness lulled him back to sleep with tempting dreams and memories of being whole.

He sighed in his sleep, sleepy head letting go off his grip on the reality that was the mindscape.

In a few hours, he could wake up again and be the stinki mans Janus saw in him.. but until then, he would be with Roro and snuggle and feel loved like when Patton used to when he made him his rat blankie.

He sniffled.

It was good to be back.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction #Age Regression #agere sides #little remus #roman sanders #remus sanders #little tales series #joey writes

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inber · 4 years

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Benefits and Bubbles - Jaskier Smut Headcanon

A sweet fren and I came up with this idea and it hasn't got enough substance to be a whole fic so I submit this instead. Warnings: exhibitionist kink, smut

You and Jaskier have known one another for years and years

He was your first kiss, and you his

Although you love one another fiercely, your relationship is slightly peculiar

In public, you act as the best friends you are, or sometimes even as squabbling siblings, rough-housing, stealing food from each other's plates, angrily arguing over the most insipid of things

Behind closed doors though, if either of you need it, you find relief in one another physically

He is too flighty to be your lover, and you are unsure of what you truly want from a partner, and so you settle into this trusting rhythm instead

Sometimes you date, and he is your wingman; when relationships fall through he would drink with you and cry too and curse the bastard, holding you until all your sniffles have abated

When he returns from some adventure with a broken heart from a baron or a noblewoman, you'd sing your lungs out together in his room, snapping lute-strings, straining your throats til the hurt is totally sapped from him

In-between, you have a constant understanding. It is unorthodox but it is comfortable and secure

Enter Geralt of Rivia, who Jaskier immediately takes an interest in. You don't trust him not to get murdered with a Witcher - or by the Witcher - and so you travel with them

As far as Geralt is aware, you're just best friends. Annoying best friends who sing and talk too much

There are few who'd understand your dynamic, and so you hide it from Geralt, too

One evening you're taking a soapy bubble bath with Jaskier. The roads have been rough and you're horny and bored; you end up riding him deep and slow, sitting in his lap with your back against his chest

Geralt enters your room and you both freeze up, but the Witcher seems unaware, believing you're simply bathing. Jaskier pretends to wash your hair as Geralt pokes around. "Have you seen my belt?" He wants to know

"Nope." You reply innocently, flexing the muscles of your cunt around Jaskier's trembling cock still buried within you, hidden beneath soap bubbles.

"Jaskier?" The Witcher questions, and the bard makes a strange sound, shaking his head

Geralt glares, grunts, and begins to rummage through cupboards. The entire time you are relentless, rocking just enough, squeezing your walls in a torturous milk

Jaskier cums helplessly under your playful dominion, buried deep in your cunt, the throb of his cock powerful against your walls; you hum and splash the water over your arms, masking some of the stuttering breathing the bard can't help but make as he loses control, Geralt not five feet away, obliviously rummaging through packs

"Found it." He announces with a hint of triumph, closing the cupboard. Jaskier is trying not to shake apart, leaning back against the bath edge

"What are they serving for dinner?" You ask, as though the bard's cum isn't leaking from you beneath the water

"Mutton, I think" Geralt grunts, and with that thought, he leaves, closing the door

Jaskier lets loose a long, low moan as you burst into a fit of giggles, moving from his lap. He glares at you viciously

"You're gonna pay for that, you know this, yes?"

You bat your eyelashes. "Jask, I always win. Just accept this already."

"Never."

You shrug. "Bring it then, babe."

#the witcher #the witcher fandom #netflix the witcher #witcher #jaskierxreader #jaskier x reader #jaskier #jaskier imagine #headcanon #head canon #smut #fwb #jaskier x you

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alfouxxiv · 3 years

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Layers to a Damned Man

one: outside layer

[Name:] “Alfoux...Rovat”

[Hair Style & colour:] “It’s hazel maybe more brown? I don't really know. when I was young...I used to have short hair. But as I grew older, it has become rather long. I keep it tied back when the need for a helmet arises.”

[Eye Color:] “Amber from what I’ve told, though. I assume it could be taken as any colour of that nature.”

[Height:] “I’m tall, I tower over most and very few tower over me. It is a blessing and a curse.”

[Style:] “I’m not one for style and trends but. I was raised to be fancy. To know the right fork to use and to say please and thank you, and it stuck. But I’m far from the term ‘fancy’ as many have said to me countless times before, I am rough around the edges. What else are you going to get, when you take a brume kid out of the brume and into the lap of the houses upon high.”

“I am rough, jaded and scared. I have seen what this world has to give and it has laid its mark to bare upon me. So yes, I am rough around the edges. I’m abrasive, cold in nature. So my style if you must put a thing to it, tends to lean towards such. I own nothing other than my armour on my back, everything that had ‘style’ was stripped from me.”

[Best Physical Feature:] “My hands or eyes, it is one thing many compliment me on. I have no idea what they mean however. Some have also said my jaw line is a nice feature, or my chest... Though those who say my chest is my best feature, are more likely saying that to further their motives of romantic intent which is not something I’m looking for.”

“I myself don't see a best feature, nor even a good feature. It is just a body, or maybe I just don't have the best confidence in myself hm?”

two: inner layer

[Fears:] “All of my fears have come to fruition. All I ever wanted was a home, and not have it stripped from me. But here we are, my life was a lie and those who said they loved me? a lie.”

[Guilty Pleasure:] “The things I enjoy, though very few they are. I do not find guilt in them. I enjoy reading bad romance novels...and I enjoy them, and there is no shame in that.”

[Biggest Pet Peeve:] “People, speaking of those who believe that our great nation is in fact great, because it is far from it. Our land is flawed and blinded by lies, feed to them from who was once in control. Our world is changing and those who do change with it? well, they will be left in the dust of those willing to move for a brighter future....if that is even something we can come to.”

[Ambition for the Future:] “In the long term I guess it would be to fix the mess my ‘family’ made, in the short term? I wish to die. So we will see which comes first.”

three: thoughts

[First Thought When Waking Up:] “Oh grand I am still alive, oh what a fantastic thing to happen.”

[What You Think About the Most:] “Money I guess, I don't have a single gil to my name. So it tends to be about money or when the next job will come by.”

[What You Think About Before Bed:] “I’m either to drunk off my ass to even think, or if I’m not its thinking of another night were I don't sleep.”

[Your Best Quality Is:] “I have no idea, I am a man of very little good qualities. I am sure someone would say otherwise but as this is me talking? I have none.”

four: what’s better

[Single or Group Dates?] “I have never been on a date, I never had the time for such things or ever felt a bond with someone, to ever do such a thing.”

[To be Loved or to be Respected?] “In my heart, it cries out for love? and my mind pains for respect. In days gone by I used to think I had both, but now I know that ‘love’ was a lie. And that ‘respect’? fear. So truly? I have no idea what is better, for I truthfully know what those feel like.”

[Beauty or Brains?] “I am more inclined to lean towards brains. Not saying that beauty isn't a bad thing, because it isn't. I am just more inclined to drift towards those who are, of a more intelligent inclination...though I'm not saying those who are beautiful cant be smart because they can be. They are I....yeah...”

[Cats or Dogs?] “Cats, I have had the pleasure of living with many in my younger years. All thanks to a certain templar. Though I do preferer cats over dogs, that doesn’t mean I don't like dogs. I just enjoy the company of cats more.”

four: do you...

[Lie?] “My job was to lie, to preach a lie and to enact a lie. So yes I have lied. Do I still lie? truthfully it is to myself nearly on a daily basis but to others I try to be more. Up front.”

[Believe in Yourself?] “In days gone by yes, I believed I could do nearly anything, within reason. But now? no...”

[Believe in Love?] “No, not anymore.”

[Want Someone?] “I want to be left alone, yet for some reason people keep bothering me. So no. I don't want anyone.”

six: have you ever...

[Been on Stage?] “I have not, though I have watched many a play when I was younger. They were rather enjoyable at the time. But I had no intention of joining them.”

[Done Drugs?] “I have not no, unless you count smoking as a drug? though it is just tabaco.”

[Changed Yourself to Fit In Somewhere?] “Amusing. I’m a brume kid living a house upon high, so what do you think?”

seven: favorite

[Favorite Color:] “I have never really given it much thought. Though my armours have always been on the darker side, I did have a blue set for ceremonies or other such special occasions. So maybe blue? again I have never given it much thought...”

[Favorite Food:] “When I was younger Otix used to make these cream cheese and liver sandwiches, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I still do enjoy them, though now that I’m older I can make them myself. Other than that? I don't really have a preference.”

[Favorite Game:] “I never had the time for games growing up, with education, sword training and fencing and other duties. I never had much free time, so whenever I rarely did have time to myself I just read a book.”

eight: age

[When Your Next Birthday Will Be:] “I cant remember for the life of me when my name day is, and to be honest at my age I could careless for the day.”

[How Old Will You Be?] “I think I’m 36? or am I older? I cant remember.”

[Age You Lost Your Virginity:] “who cares, it is not something I wish to divulge to anyone.”

[Does Age Matter?] “I wouldn’t wish to see someone that hasn't even seen their 12th summer in a combat situation if that's what you mean. I have seen many younger people die under the hands, of people who were no where near the front of battle. But if you’re referring to someone younger dating someone older? well that all depends does it not? if it is someone far older praying on someone who shouldn't even be thinking of such a thing, then well that person will happily meet the end of my sword.”

nine: in a partner

[Best Personality:] “Someone who is kind I assume, I haven’t given it much thought seeing as, I have never met someone who I have grown a connection of that type with.”

[Best Eye Colour:] “Does it really matter? Are there really people out there who specifically court those with a specific eye colour.....”

[Best Hair Colour:] “It’s hair who cares, doesn't matter what colour is it.”

[Best Thing to do With a Partner:] “Again, I have never given thoughts like these much time. Maybe that is very telling of my nature. But if I must pick something, than maybe...maybe it would be nice to cook with someone. Maybe even quietly read with them, or go fishing...”

ten: finish the sentence

[I Love...] “To be. Left. Alone.”

[I Feel...] “Empty...”

[I Hide...] “Everything. I am not want to show my hand at the first or even second meeting.”

[I Miss...] “...”

[I Wish...] “I wish I was never adopted, to be left to have that life grow into something that wasn't built on a lie and cursed to live...”

Tagged by: @yafaemi thank you fren so it took so long!!!

#Alfoux Rovat #Alfoux | Ic #character meme #I hand you one grumpy broody asshole who just wants to be left alone (don't do that he actually likes people being around)#this took me most of the night to do but still feeling kinda productive!!#so maybe more to come in the future for this blog or the others?!?!

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legolaslovely · 5 years

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Better Than Dreaming

A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY FRENS! I got this idea from the story I posted last week, Pranking the Princes which you can find here because I was like ooh what if it turns into smut so here.

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 2,030

Warnings: Smutttt, masturbation, Fili being sexy as hell, yeah smut

Summary: (Y/N) follows Fili into the woods because she thinks he’s upset with her. Turns out, he’s definitely not mad at her WINK

You plopped down on the ground between Fili and Kili as you ate your thin, salty stew for supper. You hadn’t even asked what was in it, you just trusted Bombur with your rock hard stomach, but now as you looked at the lumps in your bowl, you wondered. “You think this is rabbit?” You turned to Fili for an answer but it was Kili who spoke.

“I thought it was leftover venison from that lucky hunt we had,” he said, lifting his bowl to his nose. “Doesn’t smell like venison though. Fi, what do you think?”

Fili stood. He had already scarfed his food. “Don’t think, just eat. You need your strength.” He smiled at you, barely making eye contact before practically running the other way.

“What’s wrong with him?” Kili asked you.

You slurped. “Don’t know.”

You did know. Things between you and Fili had been rocky since that morning when he saw you at the river. You had snuck out of the camp early to bathe and wash your stained tunic. Fili had come looking for you and saw you with only your trousers on as you bent over the water doing your work. You hadn’t had the chance to talk with him about it yet and you guessed he was just embarrassed. You finished your stew and cleaned your bowl with plans to finally go after him and make things right.

“You’re leaving too?” Kili said.

You hummed. “Do you know where Fili went?”

Kili wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I don’t know. He’s been going out at night. Out for walks or something. Scoping terrain. Heir stuff.”

You smacked his head. “A real joker, you are. I’m going to find him, I’ll be back soon.”

“So you do know why he’s upset,” Kili said with a mouth full.

“I have an idea.”

You walked along the edge of the small meadow and into the thick wood. You guessed Fili may have gone to the river himself, so you started that way. The sun was just setting, sending bright orange light through the branches above but you were still a little jumpy on your own and anxious to find Fili. You heard him before you saw him.

You recognized his voice immediately and panic rushed through you at the pained sound he made. You unsheathed your dagger and weaved through the trees toward his hitched curses. Something must have happened to have him swearing like this. Then you saw him and froze.

He was leaned against a tree with his eyes shut tight. You took another step forward when he hissed softly and you looked around for signs of a struggle. You were sure he had been attacked, but there were no scuff marks, broken twigs or blood around him. He lifted the hem of his tunic and stuffed it in his mouth to muffle his curses. Then you realized, these weren’t sound of pain, but of pleasure.

You were frozen in place as he unlaced his trousers and dug into them with his free hand. Blood rushed past your ears as you held your breath. You needed to leave! He came out here to be alone, you should leave him alone. Maybe this is why he’s been acting so weird, you would be too if you were as wound up as he was right now. And boy, was he wound up right now. You turned before you saw more of him.

You remembered how to move your legs and backed away slowly. He’d be fine out here alone, you thought. If he didn’t follow you back to camp shortly, you’d send his brother out here for him. You turned and slid between the trees. Just when you thought you’d made a clean escape, a twig snapped under your foot and seemed to echo through the wood.

“(Y/N).”

Oh no. He knew you were here. This was much worse than him seeing you shirtless. You winced and peeked around the tree, expecting him to come after you and scream at you for spying. But the only part of him that was moving was his hand. You should not be looking! You closed your eyes and returned to your hiding spot behind the tree. Then he said your name again. Well, groaned your name. Were you sure he said (Y/N)?

You slid out from the cover of trees and watched him. You bit your lip, feeling your mouth water as you watched his bare chest rise and fall with each hitched breath. He only grunted now, bucking his hips into his fist. His head whipped to the side, making you jump, but you relaxed when you saw his eyes closed. His tunic fell and this new position allowed you to see his flushed face and parted lips. The sight of him like this sent unbearable heat to your stomach.

His pumping slowed, but you were no longer nervous about him seeing you. You stepped around until you were in front of him, but still about ten paces away. His fist broke and he used the tips of his fingers to tease himself. His voice broke as he whined and his free hand dug into the bark of the tree behind him. Again, he groaned your name. It was loud and clear and you wanted to hear it again.

As enticing as his hard, red tipped member was, your eyes flew back to his face. He had the hem of his tunic back between his teeth and you could see the white fabric was wet with saliva. He groaned fiercely through his tight jaw and you could just make out the string of what must have been a half dozen curses that decorated your name. As his climax took him, you hid behind the tree again, not sure if you want him to see you.

His heavy breath echoed in your ears. You heard the shuffling of his clothing and peeked at him when it stopped. He stood leaning against the tree with his eyes shut and a small smile on his flushed, delirious face. You circled your trunk and mirrored his stance.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” You smirked when his eyes ripped open and he threw his tunic down over the front of his trousers. “You were so distracted, you didn’t even hear me. What if I was a foe instead of a friend?”

“(Y/N). What are you doing out here?” Your name caught in his throat now.

“I came out here to apologize for this morning. But it doesn’t look like you’re very sorry about it.”

He pushed off the tree and stepped to you. “I am sorry about it. I truly didn’t mean to walk up on you like that.”

“And I didn’t mean to do it to you.” You felt your own blush creep up your neck.

His shoulders dropped as he breathed out a laugh. “Well, I am glad you’re a friend and not a foe.”

You hummed, smiling. “Is this why you’ve been acting so weird today?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not proud of it, but seeing you this morning had me especially wound up all day. Had to come out here and… deal with it.” He shrugged and tucked in his lip.

“And you never thought to invite me?”

He tilted his head and squinted at you, thinking. Then he raised his brows. “I didn’t think you’d want to join.” He stepped to you, tracing a finger along your waist. “Was I wrong in thinking that?”

“Yes, you were.”

A grunt was pushed out of you when he slammed your back against the tree. “Sorry.”

“Just kiss me, Fili.”

He chuckled and did so. His lips were hot and wet and strong. His tongue easily tackled yours as his fingers wound through your hair, pulling you even further into his mouth. You loved every second of it and thought of how he looked when he was pleasuring himself and thinking of you. You wanted to touch everything you had seen. Your fingers slid up the inside of his tunic, grabbed the hem and flicked it off him. His skin was searing and soon surrounding you.

You whined when his lips fell to your neck and you heard him laugh. “Exactly what I thought you’d sound like.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What else have you thought of?”

He lifted from your neck and looked at you. The bright blue of his eyes had given way to his dark, lustful pupils. “Everything.”

He ripped the button on the back of your tunic and pulled the open neck down to reveal your breasts. His rough, calloused hands clutched them and his soft lips soothed the burn. His hands traveled lower, yanking at the laces of your trousers and digging into them. He cupped you, then slid a thick finger between your folds.

He growled. “All this for me?”

You reached down and cupped his own arousal that had returned with a vengeance. “And all this for me.”

“Patience, (Y/N).”

You bucked into his still fingers. “Not my strong suit.”

He chuckled darkly and circled your clit. You arched to him and whined as his strong arm snaked around your waist and held you up against the tree. His scathing tongue lapped at the deep marks his teeth had made on your neck as a thick finger pushed into you. You gasped, not expecting it, and pulled at his braided blond hair.

He curled his finger and rubbed your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long for him to add a second finger and have you writhing in his arms. “Mahal, Fili. Please…”

“Please what?”

You whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

But the bastard did stop. Your eyes ripped open with fire. But he gave you no time to speak between his fingers slipping out of you and his throbbing member ramming in. You could have screamed. He glued his forehead to yours and his hands to your waist as he pulled you along his cock.

“Better?”

“Better.”

He chuckled and the sound turned into a groan as your muscles squeezed him inside. “Mahal, I’m never letting you go,” he said through clenched teeth.

You gasped for air. “And to think you could have had me this whole time. But no, you’d rather go off by yourself-” You screamed as he slammed his hips to yours.

He buried his face in your neck as his thrusts gained speed and intensity. His grip on your hips would surely leave bruises but you welcomed the pain that came with this incredible, passionate pleasure.

He grunted and threw your leg into the crook of his elbow as if you were a rag doll. His other hand searched for your clit and circled it with perfect pressure. Your breath left your lungs with every slam home. “Mahal, Fili, I can’t-” He was too much.

“Yes, you can. Let go for me, sweet girl.” His hips stuttered and you knew he was close. His earlier climax flashed through your mind and was enough to push you over the edge. You clutched his shoulder as he held you up. You felt his eyes on you as your climax detonated. He pounded into you, helping you to ride it out for as long as possible. Then your eyes focused just in time to see him reach his own end. And it wound you up all over again.

You ran your fingers through his hair and listened to his breathing calm. His grip on you loosened but he still held you firmly as if you would float away if he let go. He leaned his forehead against yours and chuckled.

“Better than watching?”

You hummed. “Though I did enjoy watching.”

He shook his head and laughed.

“Better than dreaming?” you asked in your sudden rush of confidence.

“Much better.” He laced your trousers for you and lifted your tunic into place. “Did I- are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m more than okay, Fili.”

He kissed your lips tenderly and repeatedly. “I’ll be more gentle next time,” he chuckled.

“Are you promising me a next time?”

“Definitely.”

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bibibuckleyy · 4 years

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One word to describe each of the young avengers?

i think i’m finally gonna clean out my inbox.....

SIKE

Mel: Caring

I mean my girl has like, a million children and looks out for all her frens. She’s awesome!

Cat: Responsible

I mean like...c’mon, she’s Cat. ‘nuff said.

Laura: Edgy

Very very cool, rough around the edges, badass overall

Kit: Goofy

Hilarious and fun to be around, is on some weird conquest to make Mel blush. (???)

Lia: Bouncy

Very energetic, funny, creative. Murderous if you say the wrong thing about Tony Stark.

Mj: Wacky

She has an army of small hands. And she hated tomatoes. I still don’t know why.

Blaize: Independent

She’ll go off and do her own thing, she’s super cool like that.

Nat: Strong

I mean like, she freakin made a petition for Spiderman! And i’m pretty sure she’s mentioned something about cliff jumping...

Ruby: Smol

....What?!?!? She’s our newest member and she’s bby. I love ya ruby!

YOU CAN EXPECT VINE REFERENCES FROM ALL OF US 24/7 AND WE ARE ALL MEMES (YES EVEN CAT. SHE’S THE ONE WHERE YOU SHOW YOUR MOM A MEME AND SHE SQUINTS)

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missblissy · 5 years

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45 with Arthur plz? Make it angsty but with a happy ending bc my heart can’t handle all this heartbreak

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🎆 for a random number instead.

45. — betrayal

((Omg anon how can I not make this super angsty?? Thnk u fren. I will do my best to provide a happy ending. This turned out to be really long OMG!!))

You didn’t think it was anything at first. It was only a letter. He wouldn’t do anything about it. He’d throw it out, right?

No… He didn’t. You read the letter at the side table beside your shared bed. You sneered at each word that dumb woman had the nerve to put from pen to paper.

Mary Linton was a fool. A woman that knew her nature and used it to her advantage. How dare she beg Arthur for help? What on earth could he do for her that he hasn’t already done? She made it clear nearly 10 years ago that he wasn’t good enough. How unfair, and rude of her to show up like this.

Arthur was sound asleep behind you as he laid on the small bed. His bare back was towards you as you sat on the edge of the bed reading the letter over and over again. He had only gotten the letter yesterday and he didn’t tell you about it. You found it there last night before bed.

You wanted to ask him about it. You wanted to ask if he’d actually go help her. The way she wrote that letter though, it was like she was trying to tap into the dead and gone love she used to have for the cowboy behind you.

Weight shifted around behind you and then an arm snuck around your waste and a hand fished itself between your thighs. Arthur yawned and brushed his face on your back.

“Up early?” He asked, clearly seeing the low morning sunrise pooling into the tent. Arthur let out another yawn and you finally put the letter down.

“Just thinking,” You said. He noticed the letter and Arthur’s intimate grip on your changed to something looser and less clingy.

“I’m not going to go,” Arthur’s voice was low and still groggy. He was talking about Mary.

Looking back at him you raised a brow, “Really?” You were half tempted to laugh, “You think so?”

He didn’t really like your sarcasm. Arthur sat up behind you still, “I would hope so,” His tone was soft and carried an unknown hint of something else in it.

“Well… I’m saying it now. Please don’t go running around for her again,” You loved Arthur very much, but you knew how weak he was to Mary. He chose her over you once before… he might do it again. It scared you that she was trying to squeeze her way back into Arthur’s life.

“I’m not running around,” Arthur’s brows knitted together and he gave you a sour glance, “I’m doing work, getting money for the gang. I’m helping people who will pay.” That sounded a lot like an excuse and way to deter the conversation away from Mary.

You shook your head and brought it back, “No, you use to run around for her like it was your life’s work. She’d go, Oh Arthur! I need to get away from daddy will you please take me to town even though I can just walk.”

“Will you stop that?” Arthur grumbled and got up off the bed. His mood had gone from good to bad pretty quick, “I said I’m not going, so just trust me on that,” He started getting dressed and you just watched in silence. You had to take his word for it, you trusted him before when it came to more life-threatening things. Trusting him over something like a ghost from his past should be easy.

He had gotten himself dressed, for the most part, all he had left to do was button his shirt. You got up and helped him. You brushed his hands away, give him a little swat and he’d swat back causing the both of you to giggle. While you took care of the buttons, Arthur pressed a kiss onto your forehead then brushed your hair back and out of your face, “Look at me,” He said quietly.

You finished the last button and gazed up at your rough and tough outlaw. His warm and dry hands held onto your cheeks and he got inches away from your face, “I love you,” He said, staring right into your soul, “Don’t you forget that,” He kissed you one more time, a long kiss that took up your breath. He pulled away with a smile and then left you alone to get ready for the day._________________________________________________

Valentine always disgusted you in a way you just couldn’t explain. Perhaps it was all the sheep and cattle that cause such an awful smell. Or maybe it was the lowlives that called this place home. Regardless, Dutch had sent you to the train station to find some tips about stagecoaches coming through this way. As you neared town you could hear in the distance the whistle of a train.

You crossed the train tracks quickly before the oncoming train blocked the road. When you got closer to the station, you thought you recognized that horse hitched out front. Was that… Arthur’s horse? It had to be, no one else on this planet had a grey spotted war horse bigger and meaner than Arthur’s. What on earth was he doing here? No how… it didn’t matter. Maybe he wanted to get the stagecoach tip before you?

You hitched your horse out front and found yourself walking quickly to get inside. You wished you didn’t do that, in fact, you wished you took your sweet time walking slowly up those steps. You opened that door and looked right, then left. Then saw something you thought you’d never see again.

Honestly, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. But that’s not to say it didn’t hurt like hell. You saw before your eyes what you were told you’d never see. Froze on the spot, you saw Arthur taking the suitcase out of Mary’s hand as she followed her brother out to the train. You locked eyes with each one of them because they stopped chatting when you walked in.

Arthur had frozen the most. He tried his best to not move and remain falsely invisible to the eye. He watched your trust burn and die in your eyes. He told you, and he told himself he wouldn’t help Mary, but here he was. A lair. He just couldn’t say no to this woman, could he? He thought maybe he could just help her, get away with it and send her packing on the 4-hour train ride back east and put that thousand miles between them again. It was so tempting to see her, knowing she was staying in a place just outside Valentine. He honestly just wanted her to go away, but he did promise to always be kind to her and to help her if need be.

That wasn’t something you could understand. Honestly, you didn’t hate Mary, but you resented her for what she had done long ago.

Only several seconds passed where all of you were stuck there in silence staring at each other. You broke way first, completely monotone and put on autopilot. You went over to the teller behind the station bars and quietly spoke to them. You could hear Arthur mutter a goodbye to Mary as she went outside to her train.

The tink tink tink of Arthur’s spurs chimed closer and closer until you knew he was standing right behind you. He said your name, but you ignore him. You smiled kindly to the teller and took the paper he slipped to you. You ignored Arthur again and headed for the front doors.

“(Y/N)!” Arthur followed after you, “(Y/N), listen to me,” You refused.

You had walked out the doors, picking up speed, trying to race to your horse to speed off back to camp. Arthur grabbed you by your arm just as you reached the steps of the station.

The whistle of the train scream the bell rang out as the train took off. You whipped around and looked Arthur in the eye then yanked your arm from his grip, “Leave me alone,” Your voice was cold, broken and filled with a hate that Arthur had never heard before, “You,” The venom dripped from each little word, “Arthur Morgan, are a no good lying bastard who would betray anyone for the sweet chance of having your ego rubbed by anybody,”

There was a look in his eyes that told you that those words hurt him. But they didn’t hurt nearly as much as his betrayal. You sneered, crunching up your nose and spit at his boots, “Get lost,” You said lowly.

He didn’t try to stop you this time when you left. You got on your horse and didn’t even give him a second glance. God… Arthur was an idiot! He watched you race away and stood there on the station steps wondering if he had finally fucked up enough to lose you. You may have not known it, or maybe he was just bad at sharing his feelings, but he did love you. He loved you far more than he’d ever love Mary.

You were a comfort to him that she could never be. He could speak to you about anything, while he knew secrets must be kept if he were to ever return to Mary’s side. And, truthfully, he’d choose you every time over her. Maybe he should have done a better job of showing that or saying it. He cursed under his breath and damned his stoic idiocy. He should have never gone through all that trouble. All he did was give Mary another chance to dehumanize him and tell him how much “He’d never change” and how much she knew that. But she was the real idiot there.

Because Arthur did change or has been changing. Mary had no idea that you and Arthur were even together and ever since you had opened up your heart to him, he had slowly started becoming a man of better manners and morals. His honor was higher than it’s ever been before and she had the nerve to say he couldn’t change.

He knew better than to chase after you. If he did that, he’d surely die with a bullet between his eyes. And you were thankful he didn’t. You didn’t go back to camp. You found yourself racing deep into the open plains of the Heartlands. You didn’t think you’d cry, but the second your boots hit the dirt and you slid off your horse, your knees buckled and you fell.

God, it hurt so much. A liar, he was a liar! God you stupid fool! You should have known better than that, that he’d run to her aid. Fuck! You covered your face with your hands as you quietly cried in the dirt. Your horse sensed your discomfort and nudged you a few times. She was such a good mare, kind and easy mannered. You sniffled and smiled, petting your horse and trying your best to cry less.

What on earth could Arthur have done with Mary? He’d been gone all day, doing whatever whim Mary asked of him. What did they say? What did Arthur say? Why was he carrying bags for her? Why was she even here!? How did she know you guys were out here?! Well… anybody who could read could see that the Van der Linde gang was last spotted in Blackwater.

You got to your feet, thinking that it’d be best to camp out tonight. Screw the lead, Dutch could find another. This wasn’t even a good one, you were sure it was a dud. _________________________________________________

It had been two days, going on three now, since anyone saw you in camp. The first night, when Arthur came back by himself -and slightly intoxicated- no one questioned where you were. On the second day, Dutch had to pester a hungover moody cowboy about where you were. When Arthur said he didn’t know, everyone asked what happened. But, Arthur being Arthur, kept the details tight-lipped.

“She got mad at me,” He told Dutch and Hosea that third night at dinner, “Didn’t want to see me, I guess,”

“I wouldn’t want to see you either,” Dutch was looking down at some papers he had gathered on their next heist, “You look like shit,”

“Smell like it too,” Hosea added. There was a reason for that, “Maybe she got sick of sleeping by a man who can’t bathe,”

“I can bathe,” Arthur retorted with glare, “I do bathe!” He just… didn’t today! That was all! He just… got a little too drunk the other night and fell around in the dirt. He couldn’t bother himself to leave camp, what if you came back and he wasn’t here? What if he missed you before you ran away again?

“What’d you gone and done?” Hosea finally asked, “Last time she wasn’t seen for days, you two got into that fight about that boy that was sweet talking her,” Arthur remember that day far more clearly than he liked.

That poor boy, he was just being nice. He was a sweet stable boy, no older than 19 perhaps, and he was just being nice to you. Offering you treats for your horse, a nice new brush and tips on wild plants to pick. But Arthur did not like the smile you two shared, he didn’t like how close that kid was to you. Arthur being the idiot he was, embarrassed you publicly by acting like a jealous and possessive husband rather than the aloof causal lover he really was. He made a fool of you and you ran into the woods for a whole week.

It wasn’t like you to go missing, you normally stayed close. But when you needed space and time to yourself, it wasn’t seen as odd for you to be gone for a couple days.

Arthur was brought back to the present, remembering the question Hosea has asked. He felt hot shame and guilt flood his face, possibly making him blush. He was thankful that the only source of light in the camp was lanterns and low fires. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “She saw me helping out Mary,” he finally said.

“Mary?” Dutch looked up from his work. He looked amazed and confused at the same time, “How in the hell did she find us out here? I thought she dumped you for dirt back east?”

There was a grimace on his face, but Arthur just said, “Yeah,” and rolled his shoulders, “She needed some help with her brother and that.. turtle cult. I went and got him for her,” That was honestly it. He wished he hadn’t helped her though, it wasn’t worth the trouble at this point.

“And I’m guessing, knowing (Y/N),” Hosea paused and shared a glance with Dutch. He hated that, the way these old bastards could talk with looks. He couldn’t even do that with you so how in the hell did they manage it?

Dutch looked at Arthur and finished Hosea’s sentence, “(Y/N) told you not to help her, didn’t she?” God dammit. He really hated them sometimes. But yes, they were right.

Arthur remained silent, preferring not to talk about it. He looked down at his plate of stew and found himself not hungry anymore either. He threw his plate away and grumbled slurs under his breath as he had to go back to an empty tent and an empty bed. He’d sleep another night, missing you by his side and regretting the choices he made. Most of all, he always fell asleep thinking and knowing he hurt you. He hoped you’d be back soon.____________________________________________

You had to tiptoe your way back into camp. It was still too early in the morning for anyone to be awake. The sun had not yet peaked over the horizon, but it’s rays quietly leaked into the clouds above.

The last few days had been awful. You didn’t like being lied too, you didn’t like the way it felt to know that Arthur went behind your back, even though he said he wouldn’t. Most of all…… you felt like an idiot for trusting him and believing his word for it. You were honestly only here to steal some of your savings from the chest in your tent. You had run out of money and you weren’t ready to speak to Arthur yet, or at all really.

Making sure to stay extra quiet, you pushed the loose flap open to peak in your tent. There Arthur was, sleeping soundly. He looked lonely in your bed without you and a part of your heart tugged you closer to him. You looked at his face, how soft his features become when he slept, the way his brows would knit together every few seconds. He was handsome, wasn’t he?

This was a mistake because he opened his eyes once you got to close. You don’t know what you did but you woke Arthur up. Instantly you yipped out and darted away, rushing toward the locked chest at the foot of the bed.

“I’m not here!” You whisper-yelled, “You’re dreaming! This is a dream!” Your fingers twitched and fumbled to unlock the chest.

Arthur sat up, leaning on his arm to hold himself up, “I must be,” He stared at you with half open and tired eyes, “I’m surprised to even see you here,” He looked between you and the chest. He knew you were here for money, it was the only reason why you’d be digging around in that thing, “Gonna leave again?”

His words struck you in an odd way. He didn’t seem mad that you were gone (like he did most of the time) and he didn’t try to fight you or beg you to stay. He just… accepted that whatever you wanted to do, he’d sit by and watch you do it. This wasn’t like him.

With several bills clumped together in your hands, you stared at him from your spot, “You lied to me,” Is all you said.

“I know…” Again he surprised you.

“Why?” That was the question that had been bothering you these last several days. You thought it’d be the hardest question to ask, but you asked it again in a whisper, “Why?”

Nothing was said for a bit, but then Arthur sat all the way up and did that nervous tick of his. He rubbed his chin and lower his face, gazing down at the ground, “ I don’t know… I want to see what would happen… Why she was here. She just wanted me to save her brother…”

That was just like Mary. To beg Arthur to save her, her brother, to run around like a chicken with its head cut off. Doing this and that, making this and that, buying this and that. She was a spoiled girl who had to depend on a man to do everything for her. She really annoyed you so.

“You… betrayed me,” You finally said slowly.

His voice was low and you could feel the regret in his words, “I know,”

Your voice cracked a little and you stood up, closed the chest and walked closer towards the tent’s closed doorway, “You hurt me, more than you’ve ever hurt me before,”

Again, he said, “I know,” Arthur looked up at you, a silent plea in his eyes, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). But don’t go running out in the woods,” He shook his head slowly with each word, “I know you’re mad at me and I hurt you, I’ll leave you alone. Just… don’t go hiding again. Don’t make all these people worry about you. I really am sorry, I should have never of went to see Mary. All she did was remind me of how much better she is without me,”

You felt a little bad, perhaps Mary was her own anti-Arthur spray. He looked pained and sorry, you took pity on him despite not wanting too. You had such a soft spot in your heart for this man, “Okay,” is all you said. You wouldn’t leave again, but you weren’t that sure if you could still stay around Arthur.

As you went to leave, Arthur stopped you one more time, saying, “(Y/N)?” you looked back at him, “I love you, don’t you forget that,”

That caused the smallest smile to tug at the corners of your lips. It made you feel a little better, and you were sure it’d help you feel better sooner than later. You looked at the ground, becoming bashful, “I love you too,”

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lostspacecadetleon · 6 years

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A Country Life for a City Fox Pt.4

**Alrighty frens here is pt. 4 of my Clydeland Foxline fic. Stens meets Jimmy and Sylvia, Clyde tells Jimmy and Sylvia about his feelings and intentions for Stensland. Jimmy gives Clyde Ideas. More Logan Lucky characters to appear! I hope you enjoy

Word count: 855**

Clyde made sure to take care of Stensland, making sure the foxline was happy. Stensland was grateful for the aftercare and let Clyde take care of him. Usually Stens would have just laid there and basked in the afterglow. As it were Clyde had drawn a nice bath for him.

Small purrs emanated from the foxline as Clyde cuddled him in the bathtub. Both surrounded by bubbles which Stensland enjoyed popping with his clawed fingers. Clyde smiled and took care in scrubbing the smaller being down before going to go scrub himself.

"Allow me please." Stensland turned gently and held out his hand to receive the wash cloth. "I may be lazy but I will take care of you like you take care of me. I appreciate everything you've done for me Clyde." He smiled up at the larger man.

Clyde chuckled lightly. "They didn't know what they was missing when they returned you. You're a treasure Stens. A diamond in the rough. I reckon you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me."

Stensland lit up at the kind words, his ears perking up. "Thank you Clyde, that means a lot to me." He leaned forward and kissed the human before plucking the wash cloth from his hand. He was gentle in washing Clyde and Clyde wasn't about to argue or push the foxline away. He quite enjoyed the attention he was gaining from Stensland.

"Clyde... May I ask how you lost your arm?" His touch delicate as he massaged the scarred tissue.

"Technically it's only my lower forearm hand that's missing." Clyde said in response. "Roadside mine when I was coming home from my second tour in Iraq. I hope it doesn't bother you."

Stensland straightened up at the new information. "Bother me? Heavens no, it's just another story to be told. I love every bit of you Clyde."

Clydes' heart swelled at Stenslands words. Catching his lips in a passionate kiss as the foxline still scrubbed him down. "You have no idea how much that means to me Stensland. You really are something special to behold." The thumb of his right hand brushing Stenslands cheek before he stole another kiss.

"You're coming to work with me to work tonight. I want you to meet some friends and family. Maybe sit you near the bar and I can make ya some of those drinks you like." Clyde smiled as he watched Stensland light up at his words.

"Really?! That would be great!" Stenslands tail wiggled wildly with excitement. "What are they like?"

Clyde thought for a moment. "Well they're a little rough around the edges. I'm sure they'll like ya though."

--Opening Time at the Duck Tape--

Stensland say happily where Clyde had placed a stool for him just behind the bar. One of the bars first patrons walked in. He was just a tad shorter than Clyde but just as bulky as the bar tender. A taller thin framed female following behind him smiling and waving at Clyde.

"Who may this be?" The stranger asked peering at Stensland at from under his ball cap as he hobbled over to the bar taking his seat.

Clyde poured the stranger a glass of Whiskey before introducing them. "Jimmy this is Stensland, Stensland this is my brother Jimmy and his girlfriend Sylvia."

Sylvia looked in awe at Stensland. "He's a foxline! How did you come about him Clyde?"

"I purchased him today. Though I don't think these guys should be pets their just as much human as we are." He patted Stenslands head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Jimmy and Sylvia. I hope to be around a lot more." He offered a hand regretting his decision as Jimmy shook it. The grip firm but kind. Sylvias handshake was far nicer.

"So is he a pet or something more Clyde? Don't try lying to me either I know you and your affinity fates and that damn Logan family curse."

Clyde blushed and whispered to Jimmy and Sylvia. "Well I do like him... I want him to be my boyfriend but I'm afraid he'll reject me."

Sylvia snorted and laughed. "Clearly you haven't caught the way he looks at you."

Jimmy smiled. "Do what makes you happy brother you know I'll fully support you and if anyone picks on the two of ya they'll deal with me. Ya should bring him to the state fair this weekend so he can meet everyone else. Maybe ask him there if he'll be your boyfriend."

Clyde lit up at the idea. "Ya know I might just do that..." Other patrons started to filter in making idle chit chat with Clyde and his new friend. A lot of them in awe at Stenslands accent.

Stensland helped Clyde bartend throughout the night as well as downed a couple of drinks himself. He would sneak glances at Clyde and smile to himself. He was happy but he was anxious that Clyde would see him the way others did and return him to the store. For now however in this moment he was happy and he wanted to be with Clyde forever.

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zombiiesque · 3 years

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NAliday 2018 Impressions

Originally published 12/13/2018

Hello, fren. It's been a quiet year here at Zombiiesque, I've been hit with a bunch of life stuff, so I've mostly been maintaining the LC Archive and that's IT. But....it's the NAliday season. I'm making cookies today, and I got my order in at the beginning of the week. They've had a little time to rest and recover (both Copals had some pretty rough mail shock!), so I wanted to give you some quick impressions. As a bonus, Crystal was included as a gift this round, and although I've been loving it for over a year now, I'll include my thoughts on that as well.

Let's dive right in, shall we?

Eternal Egypt Gold – White Amber, Egyptian Musk, Bastet Amber, Sandalwood Absolute, Lily of the Valley, SL Crimson Absolute, NA Kyphi, Guaiac wood, Lavender, Mandarin, aged Moonstone (Studio Limited) and Eternal Ankh Vanilla Husk and fleck.

Y'ALL. Okay, I've had trouble with Eternal Ankh sitting right on my skin, so I didn't jump on the Eternal Ankh Colors train, but I've been head over heels for Eternal Egypt and all of its variations right from the beginning. It's a desert island scent for me. When I saw they had done an Eternal Egypt Color, I WAS NO MORE GOOD. I knew it was going to come home with me. Looking over the notes, it had to be a sort of white floral version. Wellll, I usually hate florals, but Bastet has slowly been winning me over and since I haven't tried a single Eternal Egypt I haven't liked, bring it on!

I will say that this is probably really going to be incredible after a little aging. Eternal Egypt Decade took a full 6 months before it reached its zenith, honestly, and it's so good I could cry. I bought my 10ml of original Eternal Egypt this year, and it definitely needed a few months before it had that exact smell I was so nuts for. It's hard to describe, but you can definitely tell that it's going to be amazing, but it's not quite there yet.

So when I got Eternal Egypt Gold, I knew it was going to take time, but I couldn't help myself, and I've worn it like three times already. I'm telling you what, if you don't usually like florals, THIS WILL CHANGE YOUR MIND. It smells expensive. It smells sophisticated. It smells like you know down deep something is incredibly sexy, but in the most hidden way...you just KNOW it's there, buried under a pretty smile, this is secretly smoldering with passion. Okay, I'm going a little far with my descriptives, but I think this is one that's flying under the radar when I can't believe it's not sold out.

It's super hard to pick out individual notes already. I don't get the kyphi, and I absolutely love kyphi. Maybe if I huff and huff at my wrist, it's there...but this is NA at the top of their game, it's like you flopped down into a fluffy white couch on the floor and you cannot tear yourself away, you're mesmerized, and you're happy to stay that way. You can smell everything all at once, you know it's there...but it's incredibly well blended, and instead you're presented with such a complete product, you can't help but be spellbound.

I SAID I WASN'T GOING TO DO THAT. Seriously, Niki, shut up and get on with it, already.

Hah. The florals are soft, white, pretty, just hanging out at the edge of that fabulous sandy fresh amber that Eternal Egypt is so famous for. It's elevating and already tranquil, stunning scent to another level. Someone said it reminded them of an expensive mainstream perfume, but yet not. I can understand that - but I'm going to say this. This is what those pretentious, expensive main stream perfumes WANT TO BE BUT THEY CANNOT GET THERE. Pffft. You wish, sister. Okay, I think that's all I've got. But I want y'all to know, this needs to be revisited after a few months, because it's going to change, it's going to develop into something even better than it already is.

Oh! And I noticed, some folks are thinking this is a version of Eternal Ankh - it's most definitely Eternal Egypt.

Vanilla Copal - Peruvian Copal EO, Copal Resin, Crystalline Absolute, Kobalt Absolute, NA Studio Snow Musk (sweet wood-infused musk), Vanilla Bean extract 12.13.18

Okay, so this just sold out today! I had a strong suspicion it would, I'm glad I snatched a bottle up before it got gone.

Okay, this one and its sister took significantly longer to recover from traveling across the country. It was hard for me to sit on my hands and wait, because I was looking forward to the copals - it's my favorite note. I definitely get a couple of different copals here - one is sweeter, and the other's smoky. Both are delightfully resinous, and snake gorgeously around the vanillas. I'm getting the sweetness of the Snow Musk - this is reminding me of Cemetery Musk, but a little chillier? Mama likes! Man. If you just got this, and you think it smells funky, I beg you - PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON IT. Give it a few days, like 4 or 5, and then try it again. It went from funky to absolutely mesmerizing. This feels...cozy. Like wood crackling in a fireplace, sitting wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket and reading while snow is falling outside of your window. The snow creates that quiet, spellbinding atmosphere....hang on, I just read a piece that describes that the other day. Okay, here it is! Anyway, it feels like that - it takes you out of the absolute frenetic energy of the season, it allows you to take a deep breath, and just calm down. What a gift this perfume is. So lovely. I wish I had been able to get a couple bottles of this. What a lovely meld of vanilla, resinous amber, and musk! Don't sleep on this, if you see it in the Marketplace, you might want to snatch a bottle up. I am SO glad I don't have seller's regret on this, hah! But I've been through that with more than one perfume, and I knew it just needed a little time and it would be magical.

Sandalwood Copal – Venezuelan Copal EO, Copal Resin, Sandalwood, Tibetan Sandalwood (future SL), SL Crystal Absolute, Skin Musk, SL N8 Musk and Crimson Musk Absolute

Oh, my goodness. I think that, if possible, I might like this even more than Vanilla Copal! Hummmmm. This is....this is evening, whereas Vanilla Copal is afternoon. This is an evening of quiet and contentment, a mug of tea, the weather is cold, but you've got someone to keep you company and just have some time together to enjoy the season. Yeahhhh. So this has got a few musks, and I can actually pick out the Crimson and Skin Musk....I love NA's musks. They're all somewhat sexy, and I think that's why I'm even more in love with Sandalwood. The two copals, and two sandalwoods, are well blended here, but I can actually smell both and they're really so good together. I love woods, resins, and musks, so this is TOTALLY in my wheelhouse. I might require a backup. This needed aging too, but I actually knew a few days before Vanilla that this was going to blow me away. There's a cleanness in this that keeps this from being too deep in resin territory, and the Crystal is just a whisper here. Do you need both of these? YES. They're quite different, despite the commonality of copal. Unequivocably, yes. Both of them give a lovely sense of contentment and an oasis of peace in a busy, stressful season.

Crystal: Harvested in Egypt with Egyptian Black Vanilla pods, flecks extracted and blended into a beautiful and smooth White Musk. For this perfume, it is about precise binding and timing and we hope you enjoy it as it is one of our customer-favorite single notes.

I've had Crystal for probably about a year. To me, this is slightly chewier vanilla that Crystalline? Crystalline on me is lighter, more airy, a sort of floaty, transparent, gauzy vanilla. My favorite straight up vanilla, but Crystal has grown on me too. It's got more...texture and weight than Crystalline. There's nothing I've worn it with that it hasn't enhanced. It's more of a musky type, not foodie at all. My favorite pairings though are usually with patchouli, particularly Patchouli Ombre and Labyrinth. It's absolutely lovely on its own, and lasts quite a bit longer than Crystalline, which kind of fades after a while and needs to be reapplied, even when it's aged. Not that I'm complaining, I'm happy to slather it on, hah! Also, Crystal has a lot more throw - it's not shy. I've gotten quite a few compliments when wearing it! Especially when I pair it with patchouli, or musks. One of my favorite musks to wear with it is Egyptian Musk. *swoon*

Okay, fren. I promise to try and come back sooner this time, but I am still active in the Tent on Facebook, and of course the LC Archives. I hope you have a lovely holiday season. What NAliday scents did you treat yourself to, or are you still trying to decide what you've got to have?

I will try to get back and write up some of the Resurgence scents that I have, along with that incredible bottle of Christopher that you see in the photo.

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ddlc-imagines-club · 6 years

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The Girls’ Opinions on MC

@xanthussmarduk asked: What do the girls think of Mr. Douche bag (MC?)

Ah yes, everyone's favorite blundering fool. He may suck, but at least he tries his best. Now, I'm probably gonna specifically add this to the rules page, but since my HCs don't take place in the metagame unless otherwise requested, the girls aren't going to be in love with him unless also otherwise requested. Hope you enjoy some platonic HCs, fren!

Monika

- He's... interesting.

- It's certainly rare that you stumble across a teenage boy that doesn't dismiss poetry as a girly thing that gives him -50 man points.

- Though, to be fair, he probably didn't join the club for the poems...

- Honestly, though he's mostly harmless, through his cluelessness he's managed to reinforce some bad things in Sayori's mind.

- Ahaha, they were going to have to work on that...

- But he has good intentions, he just needs to learn how to do good things with them.

- He's incredibly passive and not obsessed with being a tough guy, so he's a net positive influence for Natsuki. She... could probably use a more positive male figure in her life.

- And he's oddly good with Yuri...

- Though the cynic in her says that he's just patient with her and a good listener because he has something to look at.

- Well, regardless of all that, she thinks he's a good addition to the club, even if he's rough around the edges.

Natsuki

- ...He's alright.

- Natsuki was initially very wary of MC. But, if Sayori was friends with him, maybe he really wasn't so bad...

- And it turns out he isn't.

- She actually has someone to discuss manga with now.

- Even if he's sometimes kind of a jerk about the manga she likes...

- At least he learned pretty quickly that the fastest way to pain town was making fun of her.

- Which... he really doesn't do too often in the first place. Beyond judging her taste in manga, anyway...

- He's pretty nice about everything else.

- Hell there was even that one time that she got into a big fight with Yuri and he took her side because nobody else would...

- And those couple of times she got upset and took it out on him by accident, which he was really nice about...

- And the fact that he seems to actually enjoy her poetry...

- Okay, fine, he's pretty cool. For a boy, anyway.

Sayori

- Naturally she cares a lot about him, and she really does love seeing him happy.

- He may be a little insensitive sometimes, but she deserves it anyway, right?

- Since he joined the club, he'd actually started being nicer to her, though!

- She just hopes he doesn't start figuring things out that he doesn’t need to know...

- Well, maybe she does, a little. Really she just doesn't want him to worry about something totally out of his control.

- But, other than that, she really loves being around him. They're on a weird sort of wavelength a lot of the time

- And they banter a lot, but that's just how you know they're close.

- Though Monika seems a little skeptical of how healthy their friendship is...

Yuri

- She likes him a fair bit. N-Not like that, though!

- He reads with her sometimes, which is really pleasant. And it's fun discussing her favorite books with him. He’s more insightful than he thinks he is.

- And when they share poetry, he really seems to take her advice onboard...

- Really, it's just nice being listened to.

- He's a good person that wants the club to be fun for everyone, as far as she can tell.

- Having him around seems to be the catalyst for a few good changes to the club and its atmosphere, so not only is he good for her, he's good for the others too.

- She can't shake the feeling she's annoying to him sometimes.

- But the reassurance that she's not is... really nice.

#ddlc #ddlc natsuki #ddlc monika #ddlc sayori #ddlc yuri #natsuki #monika #yuri #sayori #ddlc imagines

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jishwatylrandtop · 7 years

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Perfect-A Josh Dun Imagine

Based off of Ed Sheeran’s song Perfect. Check it out my frens it’s pretty sick. I’ll get on with it. Hope you enjoy.

TW: slight cursing?

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You and Josh had been best friends since you were little. You’ve been attached at the hip ever since he punched the kid that pushed you over and yanked your pigtails in first grade. You went to the same junior high and high school as well, and everywhere you guys went you always got the same question, “Why aren’t you two dating yet?”

At first it always bothered you because you and Josh were best friends and nothing more, and you couldn’t understand why society couldn’t just accept that guys and girls could be friends and nothing more. You were his wingwoman. always helping score dates or kisses with his crushes by talking him up to all the girls or distracting other boys. seduction seemed to be one of your greatest skills, as Josh once mentioned after you would willingly stick your tongue down a guys throat as a distraction. Over time, though, the question bothered you less and less.

Things got harder during college when you went to Ohio State and Josh stayed at home, but you always met up on weekends and days you weren’t stuck with shittons of homework. You were both in the same city, but heading on different paths, but despite that you two were still as close as ever. Soon, however, he got into twenty one pilots, and the friendship went worldwide. It hurt that your best friend was so far away, but whenever he got back in town, you were always the first on his list.

That brings you to now, sitting on Jenna’s couch waiting for the boys to come home while reminiscing about your elementary escapades with Josh while Jenna laughs out of pure entertainment while you retold the story of the previously mentioned make-out distraction which Josh calls ‘the seduction expedition.’ His words not yours.

“So you actually made out with this random dude from your class just so Josh could get some action, really Y/N?”

“We were freshmen, Jen. Would you have rather I strip tease as a distraction?” you laughed at Jenna’s reaction.

“OH gosh no!” She yelled while gasping for breath.

“Could you imagine, Jenna?” you began “little 14 year old me with no tits stripping to help my best friend score?” You both broke into hysterics again only to be interrupted by the doorbell.

“Y/n could you get that I have to grab something to show you.”

“Sure Jen.” You drag yourself off the couch and to the door. Opening the door while shout back at Jenna “Just wait ‘til you hear about Josh falling out of a tree to get a girl’s attention.” You chuckle to yourself turning back to the door. “Oh Tyler. Sorry I was just telling your wife embarrassing stories about our best friend.”

“It’s alright” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” You step aside and allow him in.

“Jen it’s for you” you call for Jenna, and she comes bolting down the stairs, and flings herself into her husbands arms. They hug for nearly a minute before they let go, and even then they just stare at each other. Feeling awkward for interrupting you decide to take your leave. “uh, sorry to interrupt this beautifully tearful reunion, but I’ll head out so you two have some alone time.”

“No please, y/n” Tyler begins “I would love to hear all the embarrassing things Josh did before I knew him.”

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“He didn’t?” Tyler giggled at the latest story about yours and Josh’s escapades.

“He did! He jumped in the 5 degree water because he was trying to impress his crush.” You wheezed while you thought about the look on his face when he jumped in. You smiled to yourself.

“Did it work?” Jenna asked from her spot on Tyler’s lap.

“No that’s the best part. She was so unimpressed.”

“Did it impress you?” Tyler asked, smirking for a reason unknown to you.

“A little. I never would’ve done it.” You clutched your stomach, the three of you flailing around with laughter. You were happy with Tyler and Jenna, but you felt a hole because your best friend was missing.

“You okay y/n?”

“Yeah, Ty. Just missing Josh s’all.” You shrug. “Where is he anyway?”

“He had a rough couple of nights the past couple of weeks.” Tyler replied. “I’m sure he’s just catching up on sleep. He’ll visit soon.”

“Is he okay? What happened?”

“His anxiety spiked, but he’s okay. Calm down y/n”

“I know I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him ‘cause–”

“Cause you’re in love with him.” Tyler finished for you.

“I-I’m” you stuttered shocked at the accusation. “I’m not in love with Josh. Are you insane?”

“Think about it y/n.” There you sat, thinking about Josh and how he is the only source of light in your life. You think about his smile and his crinkly eyes and his laugh. You think about the times when you hang out together, and how at those times it’s like nothing else matters. You think about all your romantic relationships and how none of them have worked, and you think about the cause and how none of them have made you feel like the way that Josh made you feel.

“Oh my God I’m in love with Josh.”

“Ding ding ding. We have a winner. Tyler you owe me five bucks.”

“Guys this isn’t a joke! What do I do?”

“You love him.”

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You go home after a couple of hours with Tyler and Jenna. The revelations taking their toll on you, and as soon as you get home you fall on your couch and fall asleep.

You wake again, a couple hours later to an incessant and annoying pounding. You check your phone, noting the 3:00 shining back at you. The knocking continues, realizing its the door, you stand, fix your hair, straighten the dress you fell asleep in, and head to the door. “Who the fuck is at my door at 3 in the fucking morning?” you mumble on your way to the door. “What the fuck-Oh Josh?”

“Y/n!” He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a hug. Oh how you missed his hugs. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Jishy.” You pull back. “What brings you here at this ungodly hour where no one should be standing let alone awake.” You giggle.

“Sorry,y/n. I know its late, or early, or…whatever, but I’m awake and jet-lagged as hell, but most importantly I missed my best friend. Come on, let’s go.”

“Jish, it’s 3 am. Where could we possibly go? Nothing’s open.”

“I planned a picnic come on.” He smiles that crinkly smile, and your resolve disappears.

“Alright, Jishy. Let me get my shoes.” You run upstairs to your bathroom to fix your makeup and hair. Grabbing your shoes, you rush downstairs and out the door, locking it behind you, and to Josh’s car.

“Buckle up, buttercup.”

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You and Josh drive outside of town to a field on the edge of a forest. He pulls out a couple of blankets, a picnic basket, and a small speaker. “Josh this place is beautiful how’d you find it?” He sets a blanket down, and places the basket and speaker down on top of it. Plugging in his phone, he turns on his music turns toward you.

“I found it a while ago when I needed to sort through some things in my head. I thought it was pretty refreshing.”

“It wonderful” you said as you stared at the stars. There was little light pollution over the field so you could multitudes of stars, something you always loved to see.

Josh stared right at you, “It sure is.”

Unaware of his gaze you turn to the picnic. Slipping off your shoes and taking a seat, you begin to pull out the contents of the basket. “Hey drummer boy, are you gonna join me, or am I going to have to eat this dessert feast by myself?”

“I’m coming, princess, calm down.” You laugh.

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Josh’s POV

Y/n and I spend the next hour and a half laughing, talking, reminiscing all while stuffing our faces with all different kinds of desserts. Y/n was in the middle of retelling a story about a hobo who she found chasing a rat when the song playing through the speaker caught her attention.

“I found a love for me. Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead. Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

“Oh my gosh I love this song.” She stood and began to twirl and sway to the music.

I watched her dance lightly, unable to keep my love for her from showing on my face. Luckily, she didn’t notice. She just danced and danced to the music playing from my phone. “I know. You wouldn’t shut up about it. It’s all you talked about.” I replied. She stopped and stared at me. Her y/e/c eyes met mine, and I felt my heart speed up a little. God, she was beautiful.

“Dance with me” was all she said. Pulling me to my feet and bringing my hands to her waist, we slowly rocked to the music playing softly from my speaker.

“’Cause we were just kids when we fell in love not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling just kiss me slow Your heart is all I own And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

“Can I tell you something?” she whispered looking up at me through her eyelashes. She took my breath away. God, why couldn’t I just tell her how in love with her I am.

“Yeah.” I whispered back. I don’t know why we were whispering, it just felt right, like we didn’t want to ruin whatever moment we were trapped in

“I was with Ty and Jenna earlier, and I realized something” she began “something that could change everything.” She glanced to our feet, blushing.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms barefoot on the grass listening to our favorite song”

“Give me a second this is hard for me.” She let out a breath. “This thing has always been there, you know, and it really didn’t hit me til today…god, I’m a mess.” She let out a breathy laugh, playing with her fingers that were linked on the back of my neck. Why was she nervous.

“When you said you looked a mess I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why are you so nervous y/n? It’s just me.”

“I’m nervous because this could ruin everything!” She stilled,but her hands remained wrapped around my neck. “I’m nervous because this realization changed everything and if I don’t say anything it’ll eat me up inside.” She sighed. “I’m nervous because we promised that we will always be honest with each other, but this is the only thing that I have ever doubted telling you.” Then quietly, like I wasn’t supposed to hear, “I’m nervous ‘cause I could lose you.”

“Well I found a woman Stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams I hope that someday I’ll share her home”

“You won’t lose me, y/n.” She looked up, surprised that I had heard her. “Whatever it is it won’t scare me away.” I smiled. “I’m here to stay.”

“I found a love to carry more than just my secrets to carry love, to carry children of our own”

“Okay here it goes.” Her eyes met mine, once again taking my breath, and all my coherent thoughts, away. “I’m in love with you, Josh Dun. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t even remember when it began, and I know you don’t feel the same, and I’m sorry if this makes our friendship weird, but I’m so in love with you it takes my breath away, and I don’t want to be anywhere else when I’m with you.”

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Your POV

There was a pause. You held your breath waiting for any reaction from Josh. Still there was silence, so you unlatched your finger from Josh’s neck. “I’i m sorry I-I” You pulled away, readying yourself to run. This was a huge mistake. But you suddenly find yourself pulled against Josh’s chest with strong hands holding you still and Josh’s lips moving against yours. Bliss.

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love fighting against all odds I know that we’ll be alright this time Darling just hold my hand Be my girl, I’ll be your man I see my future in your eyes”

Josh smiled that Cheshire cat-like grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” Relief flooded your face and you laughed.

“Me too, Jishy. Me too.” You pulled him against you again. Chests meeting chests, lips meeting lips. Hearts meeting hearts.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms barefoot on the grass Listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don’t deserve this Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Josh laughed looking at you like you tend to look at the stars.

“Because we’re idiots.” You leaned against Josh, burying your face in his neck. He kissed your hair.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

“And I’m yours.” You smiled. Your lips meet Josh’s once again.

“Now that I’m allowed to do that I don’t want to stop.” Josh kissed all over your face.

“Me either.”

“I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too, Jishy.”

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark With you between my arms Barefoot on the grass Listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect No, I don’t deserve this You look perfect tonight”

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I hope you enjoyed this. I do take requests just hmu. Should I start writing more? Let me know. Feedback is appreciated.

#josh dun imagine #josh dun x reader #twenty one pilots #josh dun

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legolaslovely · 5 years

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A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY FRENS HAVE SOME FLUFF! So this story was inspired by @mewpet ‘s so so beautiful art of Older!Fili which is here and below. GO GIVE HER SOME LOVE RIGHT THIS INSTANT CLICK AND REBLOG FRIENDS. I can’t even tell you how much I love it and probably shouldn’t say out loud how often I look at it LOL Anyway, I’m pretty proud of this one, holy BANTER and FLUFF I hope you guys enjoy

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 1,673

Warnings: Fluff, language if damn is a swear word to you haha

Summary: (Y/N) grew close with the line of Durin during the quest to reclaim Erebor, but had to leave them once the battle was over to return to her ailing father in the Iron Hills. After thirty two years, she returns to Erebor for Thorin’s wedding ceremony and is reunited with members of the company.

It felt as if you had finally dozed off when another chill ran through your body and left you groaning out loud. After a long debate with yourself, you threw the heavy furs and blankets off your legs and tip toed over to the window that was stuck open. This was your fourth attempt to close the damn thing. The stone floor was rough like frozen snow beneath your feet and your dry, red fingers felt as if they would tear off as you pulled on the unmoving window.

“After thirty two years, you’d think they’d have better windows in this damn mountain,” you mumbled to yourself.

You’d arrived at Erebor from the Iron Hills just hours ago, being later than you’d intended. You’d planned for a week of travel, but the snow slowed your journey and you were out in the cold for an extra day. After a small but warm welcome in the late evening, all you wanted to do was slide into a cozy bed and sleep, but it seemed even that simple luxury was trying its best to elude you tonight.

You wrapped your borrowed dressing gown around you tight, tying the string in a bow, before you padded over to the door of your chambers to peek around again for some guard or kind passerby who may help. When you stuck your head out into the dark corridor, you smiled to yourself, seeing a familiar head of golden hair glow in the low torch light.

“Fili!” you whispered.

He turned to you, returning your grin, allowing his bright blue eyes to sparkle in amusement. “What is it, (Y/N)? Why are you still awake?”

“I could ask you the same question,” you said, hanging out the door. “Will you come in here and help me close this damn window?”

He chuckled. “(Y/N) asking for help. This may be a first.”

“Just get in here.”

He followed you inside and closed the door behind him. “Mahal, it’s freezing in here,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Still sharp as a tack, you are,” you mumbled.

“Do you want my help or not?”

You nudged him to the far wall, pulling your robes around you in an attempt to keep the warmth in. “Please, Fi. I-it’s stuck open.” You surprised even yourself with the nickname. It slipped out and you watched his lips twitch.

You watched him fiddle with the lock and the hinge, doing exactly what you had done four times before. Then, he smacked it further open with the heel of his hand and pulled it shut with a slam. He wiggled the handle and the window didn’t budge. “Well, that won’t be opening again any time tonight. I’ll have someone replace it tomorrow. I’m sorry it gave you trouble.”

“Don’t worry about it, Fili. Thank you.”

You didn’t know quite what to do now. You had exchanged letters with Fili and his family while you lived in the Iron Hills, but you hadn’t actually seen him since Erebor was reclaimed. That had been thirty two years ago.

“Did you have a safe journey? We didn’t get a chance to speak much when you first arrived,” he said, walking over to the dark, cold hearth next to the bed. He knelt on the hard floor and began to stack a large pile of wood together.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said. “I don’t want to keep you.”

You heard him snicker but he didn’t turn from his work. “I have been waiting to see you again for thirty years, (Y/N). You’re not keeping me. And before you say it, I’m fully aware you know how to light a fire. I haven’t forgotten how you could get a blaze going faster than any of us.”

You kicked your foot out to nudge his hand. “That’s because I never stacked the wood like that.”

His hand dropped and he sent you a playful glare. He yanked a chair by its leg and set it next to him. “Sit. Now. And tell me about your journey.”

You breathed out a laugh and did as you were told, tucking your feet under you. “There’s not much to tell. The weather didn’t lift an inch the whole trip, it snowed every day.”

“You can thank Thorin for setting his wedding in the dead of winter.” Fili struck the flint, sending a hot spark into the pile of wood.

“Waiting for good weather is the last thing you want to do when you’re in love. But he can blame himself when he has an extra guest staying in the mountain until spring because I will not travel in the snow again,” you laughed, watching Fili pull another chair in front of the fire and sit next to you.

“You know you’re always welcome here.”

You hummed. You couldn’t help but smile when you looked at him. Thirty two years of hard work and duty to his people had only made him more handsome. His hair had grown long, but he wore it the same old way and the edges of it glowed red in the light of the fire. He was larger and stronger than when you’d last seen him. When he smile at you, lines around his eyes revealed he had probably spent most of his time laughing. It made you glad.

“The years have barely touched you,” he said. You laughed because he’d been thinking the same thing you were.

“I see you haven’t been so lucky,” you said. He dropped his head and laughed, but you took his hand. “I kid, Fili. You look wonderful. You look happy.”

Your eyes met and he nodded. Then he squeezed your hand. “And you look cold. Come over here.” He stood, not allowing your answer, and lifted you from your chair to place you in his lap instead.

“Fili, this is not necessary,” you laughed.

“It is. You’re just about frozen solid and I won’t have Thorin punishing me for failing to take care of you.” He reached for one of the furs on the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Now,” he sighed. “I believe you were just telling me how much you’ve missed me.”

You breathed out a laugh and set your blanket covered arm around his shoulders. “I’ve missed everyone very much.” You let your free hand lift to run a finger through the thick hair that covered his cheek. “But, yes, I have missed my favorite dwarf. How is Kili, anyway? I haven’t seen him yet.”

Fili leaned his head back and groaned. Then he laughed. “He’s very excited to see you. He hasn’t stopped chattering since you sent your letter telling us you were coming to the ceremony. But he is terribly angry with you.”

“Why?”

“Because you haven’t come to visit us before now.” His hand snuck under the thick fur to hold your waist and you felt his thumb wave over your back. The mischievous twinkle in his eye was still shining.

“And this is how Kili feels?”

“Yes,” he said. “He also employed me to find out if you had any courting braids. Or bridal braids? Things of that nature. But I don’t see any.” His eyes roamed over your long, thick hair with a look of relief.

“No. None of those for me. What about him?” You looked to Fili’s hair as you spoke, not seeing anything out of the ordinary for him. You felt your stomach flip with joy, thinking he was still unattached.

“Oh, Kili, yes. You remember Tauriel?”

“Of course. How could I forget?” You let the fur slide from your shoulders, finally feeling warm. You weren’t sure if the heat you felt was from the roaring fire or if it was radiating from Fili himself. “And the rest of the company?”

He smirked, knowing you were playing his little game. “Well, Thorin, obviously. But other than that, no one else has… even looked at any other since you left.”

You barely nodded, feeling your breath get caught in your chest. “Does Kili have any other questions for me?”

His smile fell and he ran the back of his knuckles gently down your cheek. “Will you stay in Erebor? Not just until spring, but for good.”

“Well, I-”

“I know that you had to return to the Iron Hills after Erebor was reclaimed. You had to be with your father, to take care of him but aren’t you there alone now? Is there any reason for you to be away from- us any longer?”

His grip on you had tightened as he spoke. You remembered how badly you had wanted to stay in Erebor with him thirty years ago, instead of going back to the Iron Hills. And now, you really were alone there, but if you stayed here at the mountain, you’d never be alone. And though you and Fili had never voiced your feelings for each other, you knew in your heart they were there and returned with equal fervor.

“I need you here,” he said. “I can’t bear to watch you leave again. You’ve broken my heart once, please don’t do it again. I love you, (Y/N), and I want you to stay with me.”

His words shook you. Leaving him the first time had ruined you, but you didn’t think it affected him that much. Your trembling fingers held his jaw. “I won’t do anything to hurt you ever again. I’ll stay. But only because Kili wants me to.”

He reached for the back of your neck and pulled you down to meet his kiss. His fingers roamed your face and hair while you wrapped your hands around his shoulders. His kisses were slow and deep, radiating the same warmth you’d felt the first time you’d met him. In this moment, you felt like your life had finally truly begun and you made a vow to yourself. You’d never leave his side again.

You drew away, resting your forehead against his. “I love you too, kurduwê.”

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