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beepboopkek · 6 months

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— I will always come to your aid (AFAB!Reader)

AMAB!Reader has also been posted! including: Jing Yuan cw: !!NSFW!!, afab!reader, grammar and spelling errors possible, pwp but barely, hinted that reader has a s1ze k1nk, f1ng3r1ng, reader is a little sarcastic, still spreading my Jing Yuan is a Bastard (affectionate) agenda, masturbat1on, getting caught masturbat1ng, d1rty talk, cum eat1ng, no use of y/n, reader can be interpreted as the trailblazer but they are NOT stelle/caelus, safe sane and consensual w/c: 2k a/n: people liked strip starchess so much so here is another one of my brainrots... i dont usually like this troupe that much but i find myself excusing anything and everything for jing yuan so here we are. for my male reader likers i got u, its being posted right after this so you guys can enjoy too :3. also just remember that this is NOT stelle/caelus, its the you haha, i dont like shipping the raccoons with anyone as a personal pref so im just making that clear :3. anyways same warning as last time this is like my third time writing smut and also english isnty my first language. enjoy!!

The crisis on the Xianzhou Luofu was mostly over.

Which meant you had to leave the man you had fallen head over heels in love with.

Well— love may be an exaggeration but you weren't fucking around when it came to him.

Jing Yuan.

Your eyes had been hooked onto him the second you two met, his pleasant smile, his calm demeanor, his body—fuck, everything about him enamored you.

You could only wish that there was some other universe where he reciprocated your feelings.

You departed with a respectful nod of the head, despite wanting to smoosh your face between his pecs and cry about never getting to see them again.

The only hope that you did have though, was the jade abacus he had gifted you and your companions.

“No matter how astronomically distant you are, The Luofu Cloud Knights will always come to the aid of the Crew, whatever your need may be.”

Of course, his next sentence was to not use it for trivial matters when he saw March’s reaction, much to your amusement.

There was a discussion on who should keep the jade abacus, March being ruled out first much to her annoyance.

It landed between you and Dan Heng and given his history with the Xianzhou Luofu, he handed it to you.

That's how you ended up here, standing in front of your locked door with the abacus in your hand.

What if you grip it— You need to rinse your brain with cold water at this point…

You flopped onto bed, letting the exhaustion of the day seep into your bones as the plush blanket and pillows surrounded you.

You threw the abacus to your side, you'll take care of it later, not like you're gonna need it right now anyway.

Your mind flooded with images of Jing Yuan, his voice and everything you had been through together.

Fuck.

Your hand drifted towards your pussy, already feeling some wetness gathering at the thought of what you were about to do.

— Touch yourself to the thought of the General of the Cloud Knights on the Xianzhou Luofu, one of the most powerful beings to ever exist in history.

You shook your doubts away, he's just Jing Yuan to you.

You took off your shorts in record speed, tossing your panties along with it.

You never really touched yourself that often so you tried to imagine your hand being his instead.

You rubbed your clit, gasping at the cold touch of your fingers on the warm flesh.

How would he touch you?

He'd take his time, surely. He's not one to rush things— He'd work you open slowly for his cock—fuck, you're sure it's in proportion with how goddamn large his body is.

You moaned as you inserted two fingers inside you. You wanted to imagine Jing Yuan doing it, really, But, you also wanted an orgasm quickly so you can sleep. So, you just decided to go with imagining his voice talking to you.

You pistoned your fingers in and out, curling them at the spot only you could reach with your much smaller hands.

It was too intense, the thought of his deep voice guiding you through was enough to get your orgasm to graze along the edges of your belly slowly, building up to be a strong one.

You grabbed the blanket next to you, gripping it tightly as you whispered Jing Yuan's name and continued thrusting your fingers inside you.

You swear the normal part of your brain recognised you gripping an object while gripping the blanket as well but you were genuinely too out of it to care in the slightest.

You're just about to orgasm when everything in your room rattles, as if there's an earthquake.

Which should be impossible considering you are literally on a massive train that travels through space.

You let go of the blanket and sit up in shock, looking around to see what happened.

…With your fingers still inside you.

“Followers of the Nameless, I am here to assist you, tell me about the situ— Oh.”

You blinked.

Jing Yuan blinked.

Oh. Fuck.

You scrambled, ripping your fingers out and slapping your lower half with a pillow.

“J-Jing Yuan I-”

You gulped, trying to calm your racing heart, you just got caught masturbating by your crush.

Life is going great.

Your cheeks and ears were beet red now, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say something, anything to get you out of this situation.

Jing Yuan was just as surprised, if not astonished, by the scene that had unfolded in front of him.

He was finishing up some paperwork that Lady Fu had so kindly delivered to him in the Alchemy Commission when suddenly, the jade abacus he had clipped to his belt loop started vibrating.

Not one to panic, he quickly unhooked it and got it closer to his ear, so that he could hear what the Express were asking of.

What he didn't expect was to hear the voice of his crush, the one that he has acquired after decades of not entertaining any romantic relationships, whispering and calling out his name.

Okay, maybe now he should panic.

Without a second thought, Jing Yuan summoned his weapon and gripped the jade abacus back, signaling it to teleport him to your location.

Paperwork be damned he would rather lose a hundred years of his life if it mean you would be safe.

That landed him here, in front of a half-naked (and very surprised) you.

He dissolved his weapon into thin air and folded his arms against his chest.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

“Wow, you don't say.”

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow at your tone.

“S-sorry, I don't know how you got here.”

An interesting turn of events.

“... Did you not call for me?”

“No, Why would I? Even if I did, how did you just…magically appear here?”

“Oh, dear.”

“What?”

“The jade abacus. I think you… I think you gripped it while you were…busy.”

He looked into your eyes and back down at the pillow that was barely covering your lower half.

“The jade aba—”

You cut yourself off, turning to your side to where you had thrown it, only to find the wretched object to be in the center of your crumpled blanket.

“Fuck.”

“Jing Yuan— I am so, so , so, sorry, I swear this was an honest mistake and I'll—”

Jing Yuan cut you off with the raise of his hand. “I forgive you.” “Really? Great let me j—”

“On one condition.” Of course there’s a catch. You sighed begrudgingly.

“What do you need help with?” “Quite the opposite, actually.” Your eyes widened but before you could let out your protests, Jing Yuan spoke up again. “You let me help you finish.” The gall of this man.You’re still going to take the chance that he doesn’t know what you were doing. “Finish what?”

You tried to sound innocent but your voice came out breathier than you wanted it to be. “Dont play coy now, you know exactly what I mean.” Your face burnt in embarrassment as you looked away. Jing Yuan dragged your desk chair and got it to the front of your bed before sitting down and making himself comfortable, propping one leg on the other and leaning back. “Go on, show me exactly what you were doing before I got here,hm?” “I can’t.” Jing Yuan paused, shit, had he misread the situation? Maybe he should—

“I can’t do it without you.” You had covered your red face at this point, way too embarrassed to look him in the eye while speaking. Jing Yuan just about lost it at that, abandoning all doubt and pouncing on you, grabbing your face to take you in a devouring kiss. He threw the pillow covering your bottom half in a random direction, quickly pecking you on the cheeks before pulling your hand over his. “Guide me.” You nodded shyly and pushed his hand towards your dripping pussy again. Fuck. His hands were just the way you imagined them. Warm and big, enough to hold your own two hands.

His hand (under your guidance and insistence) cupped your pussy and grinded the heel of his palm into your sensitive clit. “I’ve barely touched you, were you this wet while we were talking,hm? Did it turn you on to have me catch you in such an embarrassing state?” Jing Yuan whispered in your ear as he hovered over you and you thanked every aeon known for this opportunity because fuck, your imagination did not do any justice to how good the general was. Jing Yuan dipped the tip of his finger in your core, not entering but adding just enough stimulation for you to feel something there.

“Answer me.”

“No, I swear I didn’t, Jing Yuan, please—”

Jing Yuan smiled, he didn’t know you would be this easy to subdue.

He gently thrusted his finger inside, watching your face for any discomfort or resistance.

But, he was only met with your blissed out face, as you gasped in pleasure from his ministartions.

“Were you able to reach here?” He curled his finger upwards, hitting your sensitive spot just right.

You threw your hand over your mouth, pinching your mouth shut and praying, once again, to all the aeons you knew that the other passengers on the Express were dead asleep and couldn’t hear you. Granted, your room was the last in the carriage and had a decent amount of sound proofing but, you were still not risking it.

Your snapped out of your worries when Jing Yuan pushed in another finger alongside the one that was already in you.

“It looks like you’re getting distracted, maybe I’m not doing my job well enough?”

“N—Fuck, Its good, I’m sorry—Shit—”

Jing yuan simply kissed your head affectionately like he wasnt fingering you to hell and back right now and picked up the pace of his fingers.

Your hand was just gripping his wrist and you werent sure if it was to egg him to continue or get him to slow down and stop.

Maybe both.

Your head rolled back on the bed, exposing your bare neck to Jing Yuan as he immediately took the opportunity to cover your neck in kisses, Aeons be dammed. There's no way hes letting you walk out of this room unmarked and not carrying any proof of the evening you spent with him.

You gasped as your orgasm finally, finally overtook you. You shook in the general’s grasp as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out, drawing out the pleasure.

Taking his soaked fingers out, he popped them in his mouth, savouring the taste while you recovered from the intense bout of sensations you just went through.

You propped yourself up on your elbows again, looking at Jing Yuan owlishly as your head cleared from the horniness.

Jing Yuan only smiled at you before holding your head and kissing your forehead again before gathering you in his arms.

“Call me old fashioned or old but I do believe in the proper process of courting someone and,”

He looked into your eyes as he cupped your face in one palm and brushed the thumb along the seam of your chin.

“I think we skipped a few steps.”

“Yeah, no shit, general.”

He laughed at that, his chest shaking as the deep sound rumbled from his throat, you blushed again.

You were in the arms of the man you’ve wanted to kiss since you stepped foot on the Xianzhou ship.

You covered your burning face with your palms again as Jing Yuan’s laughter died down into little chuckles.

“We did all of that and youre getting shy now?”

“Shut up. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

“Wanted what? To get fingered by me?”

“No! — I mean that too, I guess, but I meant being held by you! Stop playing games, Jing Yuan.”

Jing Yuan only laughed as he took his free hand and grabbed your hands, turning them towards him one after the other and kissing the palm.

“I jest, I jest. But, I must stay here for the night. I’m afraid I cant travel back to the Xianzhou Luofu seeing as we aren’t closeby.”

You smiled.

Jing Yuan’s eyes twinkled in mischief right back at you.

“Be my guest.”

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sakuracyanide · 1 month

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pls know most my life i thought zoeisite was a woman & the lesbians were cousins b/c america is WEIRD but you bringing sailor moon on dash has unlocked precious core memories even if the english dub is.. a thing that happened [ legit their english names are cemented in my head to this day thanks to toonami. tell me their japanese names and i just cry confusion into my hands as a young fan who didn't know better b/c i was literally like 5-8 years old ]

softly go bleach your roots creep is like cemented in my brain the dub was so unhinged and i loved every fucked up second of it.

trust me trying to follow the changes between sailor moon adaptations is a nightmare. like classic & its og eng dub are basically different canons with totally different characters.

zoisite became zoycite, and now fandom forever spells zoisite (the actual rock) with a c and i'll die mad about it.

kunzite became malachite? for... reasons?? i don't think anyone has ever come out and said why.

and the manga is its own thing. like legit totally different vibe than the 90s anime - they were happening concurrently so the anime team was mostly just taking naoko's notes and then going feral??? like kunzite and zoisite are more or less an extended reference to patalliro. jadeite gets run over by a plane at one point. its fucking great. but like not that great if you want development for the main heroines. usagi does develop, but the rest of the girls stay very stagnant. the development in each season is given to whatever ragtag group of villains are being puppeted by the big bad. s1 had the shitennou, s2 had ali & an at the start bc the first season wrote itself into a corner by having usagi reset the timeline and they had to unfuck that before they could get started on the dark moon which you know what is a really upsetting plot i stan it. then it had the dark moon kingdom which ... if i remmeber right were people banished from the silver millennium for not wanting to be immortal and being concerned about all powerful monarchs? but they were corrupted. something something i would play saphir. s3 had the death busters and hotaru's hot dad. s4 had the amazon trio and the amazon quartet. and s5 had the sailor animates and i will die for lead crow & aluminium seiren's romance. so like if you care about the senshi as characters i don't really rec the 90s version on its own

and then there's sailor moon crystal which was supposed to be more faithful to the manga but was a ffffffffffucking mess. seriously i have never seen such ugly animation or bizarre animation choices for an ip that was lauded & is still upheld as having some of the most gorgeous backgrounds and animation in the genre. morimo clover z did the op and it slaps so like there's that but the rest of it is something else. it should be noted that the animation improves from season 3 onwards but they eventually just said fuck it and made movies out of the rest of it which is a bummer!

and then there's pretty guardian sailor moon (the live action drama which is THE BEST ADAPTATION I WILL GO TO WAR OVER THIS) which features all of the girls having an actual existential crisis over what it means to be reborn princesses from distant stars, it also gives them the spotlights they absolutely did not get in crystal or the og anime AND the shitennou get a lot of development.

and then theres the musicals.

i am happy to hold people at gunpoin - i mean, do a group watch of sailor moon! i really want to rewatch pgsm but i'm ngl its an early 00s live action jdrama so that........ that takes a strong mind to endure.

#ooc.#i'm sorry the hyperfixation has re-awoken

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kai-writes-fan-fiction · 3 years

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Sharing Secrets

Hi guys! This is my first post, so I’m completely open to criticism. If there's something wrong with my grammar or spelling, it's always helpful is someone points it out. This post was based off of an ask, (by @fayhar ) which I can't attach because I don't know how to use this app lol. Also please, please, PLEASE send in requests!!!!!

This is a one-shot with 853 words

Pairings: Avengers x GN!Platonic!Reader, Clint Barton x GN!Platonic!Reader, Natasha Romonoff x GN!Platonic!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst if you look close, and talk about disability

Synopsis: Reader is deaf and doesn't speak to the team, because they don’t know the reader is deaf. Natasha and Clint persuade reader into sharing their secret.

You were the newest recruit of the Avengers. Your powers; the ability to create vibrations, and you were very sensitive to them, too. Your powers aided in depth-perception, and you were always aware of your surroundings, which was very important because, subsequently, you were deaf.

Everyone just wrote you off as mute because you didn’t talk. You only really spoke to one person, Clint Barton, Hawkeye, because he knew sign language.

Everyone was curious about you, especially Natasha. Your lack of speech and the special shoes you always wore-which were very thin so you could feel vibrations-were noticed by everyone.

She was sitting in the kitchen when she observed Clint sneaking off from training. Intrigued, she followed him and stopped when she saw you speaking, or rather, signing, with Clint. Confused, she stealthy approached the two of you, careful not to make noise.

You, however, can feel her vibrations and smile in her direction, ushering her over. She peeks out from behind a desk and smiles and signs to you: “Are you deaf? Is that why you never speak?” to which you sign, “Yeah, I guess I should have told everyone.”

Clint turns to Natasha and whispers, “They were afraid that if you all found out they were deaf, you'd kick them off.”

Natasha frowns and quickly turns back to you, signing, “Obviously, being deaf doesn't cause any major problems, so I see no reason for kicking you off.”

You smile and sign to Clint and Natasha, “Maybe I should tell the whole team?”

The two of them nod and lead you into the common room, where they call a meeting. Clint supplies you with a whiteboard and marker he ran and got from the lab to write out what you need to say.

After about 5 minutes, everyone is piled into the common room, and for some reason, looking pretty annoyed.

“I was getting a lot of work done at the lab. What's so important, Nat?” Tony inquires.

“(Y/N) has something they wanted to tell the team,” Natasha replies.

“I’ve always wondered what they sound like!” Exclaims Wanda.

“Me too!” Smiles Peter.

“Oooh! They're finally going to speak?” Steve asks

“Not quite.” Says Clint, turning to smile at you.

The team turns to you; confusion etched in their faces.

“You're sure this was a good idea?” You sign to Clint and Natasha

“(Y/N), at some point, they were bound to ask why you're so quiet and distant!” Natasha replies worry on her face. “You have to tell them, (Y/N).” she signs after brushing a piece of (Y/H/C) from your face.

“You got this kid!” Clint signs with a smile.

“Kid, get on with it. I've got things to do, places to be.” Tony hisses, agitation residing in his typically nonchalant features.

Turning to Tony, Natasha narrows her eyes and whisper-yells, “Shut up, Tony, and let them take their time.”

Tony sticks up his hands in defense, and Clint motions to you to finally share your deepest secret. You grab a marker and write in thick letters, “I’m deaf.”

The team looks confused at first and then smiles at you.

“So that's why they're so distant!” Bucky says.

“Yep, they were afraid they'd be kicked off the team, so they kept it a secret. (Y/N) was sad they were so distanced, but theymeant no harm in being that way.” Clint adds.

“Well, good to know. (Y/N), you know you shouldn't keep secrets like this.” Steve frowns.

“What he meant was that you Don't need to keep secrets from us; we're your friends, and you are ours. We’ll love you no matter what! Don't do anything illegal, and you won't be removed.” Wanda chuckles.

You grin and turn to hug Clint and Natasha, who gestures to the team to come and join. Tony rolls his eyes but can't help but smile. Everyone wraps you in a warm hug.

Finally pulling away after what seemed to be hours, the team dismisses themselves, and everything goes back to normal. You turn to Clint and Natasha, thanking them for the courage to share your secret. They remind you how much the team loves you and how they’d do anything for you and head on their ways. You head to your room, smiling the whole way. One of the enormous weights has finally been lifted off your shoulders, and you feel light as ever.

A few days later, you are approached by Tony. In his hand is a small device.

“Since you can't hear us, and most of us can't sign, I created a portable speech to text and sign to speech device to help us communicate with one another.”

Luckily you can read lips, so you smile and nod. He hands you the little device. It's a bracelet, and when someone talks to you, the text will hover via hologram above it. When you sign, the bracelet announces what you're saying. You thank him and wrap him in a hug. He's taken aback, as you usually stay away from people, but after a few seconds, he accepts, hugging you back.

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nightshadeshadow123 · 3 years

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Jealousy (A.M-R)-(C.G)

You are a witch and dating Ally, Cordelia comes to visit you for awhile and some jealousy ensue and Cordelia's old crush on you appears again. Hmm, I dunno where I want to go with this or maybe make it a multi part fic series or a part book but this idea just randomly popped up in my messy head space.

You let out a frustrated groan, (e/c) snapping open when the black candles blew our for no reason, glaring down at the circle of the black candles, scrunching up your face as the last wisp of their smoke vaporised into nothingness.

"What's wrong?" Ally asked curiously, tearing her brown eyes away from the book she was reading to look at you sitting on the floor a few feet away from the comfy black sofa she's laying on.

You rubbed at your forehead before looking to your girlfriend.

"I'm not sure...Just feeling a little shifting in my powers and I can seem to focus. That only-." You suddenly cut yourself off as you perked up at feeling a familiar warm yet distant presence lurking about.

"What is it?" Ally asks, sitting up completely after she noticed your sudden perking up for no reason.

"No way, that can't be." You tried to reason with yourself but you couldn't for long as the familiar feeling suddenly grew stronger.

"Delia!" You smiled and jumped up, not caring when you knocked over the dead candles and making a run for the front door, a startled Ally left sitting on the couch as she watch you run from the living room.

"What the actual fuck?" Ally asked to herself, dropping her book on the sofa and bolting up as you slammed the door open with a bang.

Your excitement grew when you see that feeling of a familiar powerful yet warm presence infact came from who you thought it would be.

"Delia!?" You exclaimed happily and ran towards the blonde Supreme that is smiling brightly, arms held open in waiting.

"Yes, my little witch. It's me." Cordelia said softly, arms wrapping around you tightly yet comfortably as you finally crashed into her, her excitement to finally see and feel you clear.

You tightened your hold on her waist and buried your hands into her blonde locks as she held you, not wanting to let you go ever again.

"Not that I'm not super glad to see you again but what are you doing here?" You pulled your head from her shoulder to look her in the eyes.

The blonde Supreme shot you a sharing smile as she made eye contact with you, rubbing a hand up your spine, amusement filling her when she felt you shiver against her, a slight pink dusting your cheecks.

"I came to visit you for awhile. I haven't seen you in ages and I've mi-" suddenly the blonde was cut of by a voice.

"(Y/N)? Who is this?" Ally asked tentatively, trying not to focus on the way the blonde is holding you.

You pulled away completely from the blonde and turned to face your girlfriend, one hand flying up to rub at your neck nervously as pink dusted your cheecks more.

"O-Oh, this is Cordelia, my Supreme." You explained.

Ally raised a dark eyebrow at this. "Your Supreme? What is a Supreme excatly?" She questioned, moving towards your side and gripping your arm with her, her free hand interlocking with yours as she glared at blonde witch in front of you, taking notice of the way the witch glared at her too.

"Well, a Supreme is a coven leader. She's my coven leader." You explained, rubbing circles on Ally's soft hand in yours, not taking notice of the way the two are glaring at each other.

Cordelia smiled at you when you looked back at her, her hands crossing over the other, not liking the jealous feeling crawling up on her when Ally have arrived.

"And Cordelia, this is Ally my girlfriend and Ally this is Cordelia." You introduced the two to each other happily.

"Pleasure to meet you." Cordelia forced a smile, hand moving to shake Ally's.

"Hmm, I can say the same. She talks about you a lot and I've once seen you on TV. " Ally spoke, not bothering to shake hands with the witch, her grip on you tightening.

You choose to ignore this before you decide to spoke up. "Wanna come inside for some coffee?"

Cordelia let her hand fall back to her side and gave you another warm smile.

"I would love to darling." She said adoringly, adding the pet name to work on Ally's nerves, a smirk tugging on her lips as pink rise to your cheecks once again.

You pulled away from Ally and made your way back inside with the older two women following close behind you.

As you entered the living room once again you gestured Cordelia to sit down on one of the comfortable back sofas, please the one you've been leaning back against when you were practicing your spells and magic.

Cordelia smiled when she saw the knocked down candles on the floor along with, jewels and some plants.

"I see you're still practicing your magic." She commented, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she looked up at you after sitting down on the sofa.

"Yeah. I would hate it if my powers would flake out when I stop and maybe land in a situation where I'd have to use them and I can't have my powers weak then...not like last time." You muttered the last part mostly to yourself but both the older women heard you and Cordelia gave you a sympathetic smile.

"I'm gonna go make some coffee. I'll be right back." You excused yourself and speedily walked out of the room, willing yourself not to look weak in front of them.

They both watched you leave before Ally turned back to Cordelia.

"What does she mean by that?" The brunette questioned curiously.

Cordelia only raised an eyebrow at the woman. "I'm probably shouldn't tell you that. I feel like she must tell you that herself."

Ally leaned back against the sofa she's sat on and rolled her eyes at the blonde. "Fine, if you say so. Not that she talk too much of her life back at that academy and before that. I'm still curious but she push me away when I try to ask her of her past and how it have changed her."

Cordelia gave her a tight lipped smile, unsure of what to say. She knew all too well what have happened and what you've been through over the past years, including the few years before she found you and Mila and brought you to the academy.

"She'll talk when she feels she wants to, she hates talking of bad things that have happened, and yeah she does push people away when they pressure her too much, and she have changed indeed but she's still herself in a way." The blonde,please woman played with the ruffles in her black skirt before bending forward and pick up one of your black candles.

Ally only watched the witch from the corner of her eye, feeling jealous and somewhat sad that the older blonde seem to know almost everything about you while she only knows a bit. She was even more curious than before, desperate even to find out what you hide behind that hot-cold facade but she also fear to push too much and receive the more cold side than the warm side of your persona.

Cordelia smiled fondly when as she swirled the familiar black candle with silver engraves between her slender fingers, remembering the time she gave them to you as a gift after a particular hard time and you've been obsessed over them and not using them too much.

"How long were she at the academy after you've found her?" Ally questioned.

Cordelia looked back up at the woman, a blank look once again on her face. "Six and a half years. She's was one of the youngest I've taken in at the time back then."

Ally turned her attention to the blonde completely. "Can't you tell me just a little bit more about her past? You seem to know everything about her."

Cordelia could clearly hear the jealousy the other woman is trying to hide, but she could also not deny being a little jealous of your girlfriend, she could almost kich herself for not making a move on you earlier before you left the academy after everything.

"All I'm going to say is she was quite broken and lost and became quite a troubled teen and got into a...whole lot of trouble with Madison most times but I've managed to mostly pull her away from that path." The Supreme gave very little detail and she could tell it irked the brunette but she was not one to spill out your past and secrets without your consent.

Just as Ally went to ask more questions you entered the living room with the coffee, choosing to sit down next to Cordelia as the blonde thanked you warmly as she take the coffee, tingles dancing up your spine as her soft skin brush up against your hand.

Ally frowned at this, the nasty feeling of jealously rearing it's ugly head as she gripped her coffee mug, ignoring the searing burn it caused to her soft skin. She just didn't like the witch all that much near you and she could clearly see the way the blonde is adoringly looking at you and they way her hand had linger a few seconds to long for her comfort on your hand when she took her coffee from you.

"Thank you darling." Cordelia cooed, a smile on her lips as she too a sip of her coffee. "You remembered just the way I like my coffee.

A hint of a blush dusted your cheeks once again at her praise.

"Yeah, how can I ever forget simple things such as that?"

Ally smile a bit when she hear you say that, she knows it's quite true that you always take notice of small details of how people like things a certain way and memorize them as if it's the most natural thing to do.

Cordelia smirked to herself after noticing the faint blush on your cheeks, leaning closer to you and take in a breath of that all too familiar comforting scent of your peaches and cream body wash you loved to use.

You could feel your heartbeat pick up it's rate when she did that, knowing she used to do that back at the academy after you've taken a shower or a bath, claiming that the soft scent brought her some comfort and calm.

Ally glared at the blonde coldly, having taken notice of her not so subtle gesture.

"What spell have you been practicing." The blonde suddenly asked you, gesturing towards the black candles with one had that isn't holding her cup.

You shrugged. "Just a small black magic spell, nothing too big but...my senses and powers completely flaked when I sensed your presence nearby."

Cordelia looked at you curiously. "What do you mean by that? You powers were mostly fine back at the academy even with me around you."

You rubbed at your neck nervously again before looking up at her again, picking up the candle your candle that she have putted on the sofa.

"I'm not sure. Sometimes they've gone a bit weaker and sometimes a bit stronger with you near." You swirled the candle around in your hand, looking down at it.

Cordelia hummed, a look of confusion and curiosity crossing her face.

"Interesting. Why haven't you mentioned that back at the academy?" She questioned, one of her hands moving to lay against your jean cladded leg.

Ally glared at the blondes hand, her knuckles turning white from the grip on her mug, almost certain the mug may crack under the pressure, trying to focus in the conversation you and Cordelia are having and resisting the urge to just tear you away from the other woman.

"I don't know. I just thought it wasn't something serious and ignored it." You explained, eyes back on the radiant blonde next to you.

Cordelia hummed once again.

"Did that only happen when I was near or around others too?" She questioned and you could only wonder why she seems so curious about that.

"No, just when you are near. It's kinda like a magnetic push and pull type of way it felt like." You explained, goosebumps appearing on your skin as she squeezed your leg softly.

"I'll have to ask Myrtle about that, maybe she'll know a thing or two about that. You should come visit the academy and find out what it is. And to also see the others again, they miss you and I miss having you around there to make the days more bearable." Cordelia watched your emotions carefully, knowing how to read you like a open book after mastering it over the years getting to know you.

You looked down for a moment before making eye contact with her again, ignoring the twinkle in her eyes and shrugging it off as the light playing tricks.

"I'll think about. It would be nice to see the others again too and I do miss them a lot too...and you." Yous said the last part so softly Cordelia could barely hear it.

Cordelia felt a spark running through her, almost wanting to engulf you in a hug and never let go again as the two of you shared intense eye contact for a moment until Ally cleared her throat, drawing both your attention to her.

"Sorry." You said sheepishly before getting up from the sofa and walking over to Ally, sitting next to her.

Your girlfriend waste no time in pulling you into her and planting a wet heated kiss against your lips that have you letting out a low moan.

Cordelia could only watch in jealousy, a sense of longing hitting her hard, wishing she was the one kissing you and be able to tear moans from you in this way and also in a whole other dirty way.

After pulling away from the kiss, Ally looked at her smugly as you leaned into the brunette weakly, a whine leaving your mouth, wanting more of her lips but opting to peck a few wet kisses against her soft neck until you remember that Cordelia is here, seeing the whole show and that have you pulling away from your girlfriend with a blush but Ally only held you to her side tightly, kissing the top of your head while making eye contact with the Supreme, the blonde only narrowing her eyes at the woman.

"I must really get going. I just wanted to check up on you." Cordelia said as she got up.

You got up too along with Ally and you walked over to Cordelia and pulled her into a hug.

"Remember to come and visit us and to hear what Myrtle have to say." The blonde said in your ear, a shiver running down your spine as her breath hit your skin.

"I certainly will do so." You said and pulled away from the hug.

Ally took your hand and walked out of this house with you behind Cordelia, watching as you waved bye to the Supreme with your free hand just before she disappeared into thin air.

"Let's go and have some fun baby. I'm so wet for your touch." Ally whispered in your ear, nipping at your neck making you let out a moan.

You eagerly nod your head and pulled her inside of the house.

Once inside Ally slammed the door shut and pushed you up against the wall and proceed to immediately kiss at your neck, one of her legs forcing itself between yours and rubbing against your center, a moan falling from you as bucked your hips forward, trying to get more pressure on your center.

Ally smirked against your neck before sinking her teeth into your soft flesh, immediately drawing a strangled yelp mixed with a moan as she soothed the skin with her tongue.

"Shit Ally." You hissed out, your hands moving to grip her hips after slipping it underneath her grey jumper and digging your nails into her soft skin.

The older woman only chuckled against your skin, a spark of excitment running down her body all the way to her already heated core at the way you are gripping her hips as she left a few more hickeys on your neck before slamming her mouth against yours in a bruising way.

You knew you were in for a wild time at the way she's claiming your lips, her tongue buried in your mouth and battling with yours heatedly, her grip on the back of your neck and hip firm as she rubbed her leg up your clothed center.

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I'm not sure why the hell I came up with that idea and I know it's shitty but whatever, spend too much time writing it and I don't want to delete it. And not sure where I want to go with this or if I should continue this part into more parts. I know this part is a whole lot shorter but yeah I write smuty parts longer than non smut. Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue this messy and shitty fic into more.

#cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #ally mayfair richards x reader #wilhemina venable x reader #ahs imagine

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v e l o c i t y - chapter ix

The one where John’s your true mate, but he doesn’t want you to be his.

In a universe where fate grants you a new mate whenever you lose yours, John has lived quite comfortably for many years with the knowledge that he was alone after Mary. That all comes crumbling down the second that he meets you. How could the universe choose someone so young to be his omega?

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

A/N: Okay so, my bad. One more chapter after this one!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I had a hard time sleeping since that night in the laundry room. Well, it was hard to go to bed alone, knowing only one wall separated me from John, knowing the only thing missing for him to claim me was time. He needed time to get over the image of me as a child, accept that I was another person, a woman now - and his mate. And I needed to find some sort of patience to hold onto while he got there.

That didn’t mean I was a saint, though. My desire was still there, even stronger, I dared to say. Now that he had recognized that he truly wanted me, it felt too easy, it felt simple and I just wanted to reach out and have him touch me - really, anywhere.

But I wanted to give him the space he needed to come to terms with this. So I resorted to long nights of touching myself to the thought of him, wondering what he was doing on his bed, if he thought of me when the bunker’s silence grew almost deadly and the sky became darker than a demon’s eye.

And then one night, I heard it.

It was a woman’s moan, coming from the room next door, and instinctively every nerve in my omega body stood in attention, ready to pounce. Who the fuck was with John? Why would he do this? But then his groan reached my ear, sounding much closer, much clearer, and by the time I heard another male’s voice panting, I knew what was happening.

John was watching porn.

The thought thrilled me to no end, even though I couldn’t really explain just why. Maybe it was the fact that he was doing something that intimate, right next to me, not knowing I could hear…

Or maybe he did, and that’s exactly why he was doing it. That had me drenching my panties, quickly getting rid of my clothes before laying back on the bed, a hand between my legs as I tried to listen to his every sound.

Only a few grunts and pants seemed to come from him, the rest mainly from the movie he was watching, but I could distinctly identify the wet, rhythmic slap of his hand meeting his navel along the sounds of the television, and that was the tempo I followed as I started to touch myself.

I got lost in the memories of when it was his fingers inside of me, his scent drowning mine, yet my attention never wavered from the room next door, trying to memorize every little thing about his search for pleasure while I did the same. I just knew it wouldn’t be enough to get me off until his pace quickened, a growl escaping the depths of his chest as he reached his release, and the thought of his cum covering his naked body had me mewling as my cunt clenched around my own digits.

Suddenly, it was all too quiet. All too very quiet.

“Are you touching yourself, little one?” His voice came closer than I expected it to - not that I expected it at all - and it had me gasping in surprise, imagining him on the other side of the wall against which my bed rested, trying to hear me do the exact same thing he’d been doing seconds before. “Are you touching yourself to the sounds of me getting myself off?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. How the fuck was I supposed to resist him?

“Are you soaking wet?” The questions just kept coming, prompting my movements to grow quicker, more desperate at the clear desire dripping in his tone. “Because of me?” A simple chuckle shouldn’t sound this hot. “No James here to prepare you this time, huh?”

And that was all it took for me to reach my high, cumming around my fingers with a strangled moan as John’s low laugh resonated from my left. “Atta girl. Bet you’ll sleep real good tonight.” And just when I thought he was done and I could finally breathe again, “I know I will.”

Oh, shit. I was trying to be patient and give him his time, but if he thought I’d let this sort of teasing just go by, he was in for a treat. Better get ready for war, Winchester.

John’s P.O.V.

I knew I was playing with fire, but no one could have prepared me for the special type of hell I was forced to live in during the next few weeks.

It was like she was doing anything she could to make my resolve break. She wanted me to lose control, take her again just like I did that time when I thought another Alpha would try to lay claim on her.

And I had to give it to her - the memories of when she was young were nothing but distant flashbacks I could only remember if I tried to think back on why I was trying to resist her.

Even then, it was like that little girl was someone else entirely, someone I didn’t know anymore - certainly not the young woman who was currently caressing the inside of my thighs and slowly getting closer and closer to my crotch in the middle of this fucking diner.

I took advantage of the fact that Dean had left the table to hit on one of the waitresses and Sam had left to ring someone to finally hold her wrists, stop her quest for control over my dick and my nerves.

“You keep trying to test my patience, you little brat. You wouldn’t like what I’d do if I actually lost it, right here, right now.” Her sharp inhale was music to my ears, a smirk taking over my face as I looked down on her by my side.

But of course, she couldn’t just let it go.

“What would you do, old man?” My chest inflated as I took in her defiance, glancing at the door and Dean to make sure no one would come back soon before turning my body fully towards her, caging her against the wall in the booth.

“I’d put you over my knee, rip those pretty jeans and spank the shit out of you, omega. I’d let everyone watch me bruise your skin, I don’t even care that all these alphas are staring at you. I’d let them see, so maybe they’d know they ain’t got no chance with you.” The sweet smell of her arousal was easy to catch, so I knew she was soaked by now - and my smirk warned her of just how much I was aware of my effect on her body.

A few seconds of silence followed my words, both of us breathing heavily as we stared at each other, trying to hold back. Until she broke the spell, simply by being her.

“God, can you get any kinkier?” I wanted to be mad, I really did, but it was just impossible. My whole body shook under the power of my laughter, and I knew Dean was looking back at us now, just like some of the other patrons.

“Try me,” I provoked, raising my eyebrows at her as I reached for my mug of coffee again. She just kept staring at me, lips pursed in a pout, arms crossed in front of her body, the perfect picture of annoyance.

“You’re hot, but you’re very mean. Did you know that?” I choked on the hot liquid, almost spilling it all over myself, not having expected to be so casually called hot by someone as attractive as her in a million years.

“But you know what?” She pressed on, not giving me any time to recover. “I can be meaner.” That sentence, whispered in my ear as she pressed her body against mine, sent shivers down my spine. “Game’s on, Winchester.”

… What had I gotten myself into?

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The fact that we had managed to get John Winchester to go to a club was mind-blowing and hilarious to me. He looked so out of place - much older than most around, and underdressed in comparison to the guys his age, who were all displaying the same type of clothes as the fuck boys who were so desperately trying to get with anything that moved.

“You have something in your hair,” I commented, using this as an excuse to press my body tightly against his when I reached out to fix his locks, and even though he was quick to push me away, keeping me at a distance, there was a smile on his face.

“You need to stop doing that.” I bit my lip as I looked up at him with the most innocent expression I could muster. It was honestly hard not to laugh.

“Doing what?” John scoffed, letting me go to turn back to his whiskey, but once the liquid was in his lips again, his eyes traveled up and down my body, almost undressing me.

“You like my dress?” I asked, twirling so he could get the full view, even though I already knew how he felt about it. There was an entire discussion about the piece of clothing before we managed to leave the bunker, and I still believed it was the entire reason why he decided to tag along to my night out with the boys.

“I think we’ve established this is barely even a dress, little girl.” Giggling, I stepped closer to him again, using the excuse some drunk dude gave me when he lost his balance and wobbled in my direction, my hand falling precisely over John’s crotch as I pressed our bodies together once more.

“You know there’s other people around us, right?” He whispered right by my ear, raising goosebumps all over my skin when the hand that wasn’t holding his drink settled over my ass. “This little skirt of yours is giving me all types of thoughts…”

I was just about to ask him to elaborate on that when his head suddenly snapped up, meeting my eyes instead of looking at my breasts. “Why on Earth aren’t you wearing any underwear?”

I giggled when I understood that he could feel the absence of other fabrics underneath the thin material of my dress since he was now rubbing and squeezing my butt. I was suddenly shy, more because I didn’t expect him to call me out on it than anything else, so I buried my face in his chest as he kept teasing me, “Do you have something against it? Is that it? Are you allergic to panties?”

He swayed us somewhat to the beat of the song that had taken everyone to the dance floor, and I just relished in his embrace before finally coming up with something to say. “You liked it so much the last time…” I reminded him, not expecting what he’d counter.

“Last time was a mistake.” Immediately, I pushed away from him, meeting his eyes in shock and hurt as his words pained me in a way I never expected him to do - not again. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared back at me, obviously confused by my sudden reaction until he understood what he had said.

“No, no,” he called out, easily pulling me close again despite me trying to escape. I hated that I cherished that night so badly, desired him so ardently ever since, just for him to go ahead and write it off as a mistake.

“That’s not what I meant, ‘mega,” he tried to calm me down, nose rubbing over my scent gland in an effort to lower my heartbeat and suppress my anger. It worked perfectly, as much as I didn’t want it to.

“I just mean, I didn’t want the first time I touch you to be because of anger and jealousy.” His explanation drained all irritation from my body, leaving me slumping against his hard chest.

“I didn’t want it to happen like that,” he continued. “You deserved more than that.” My heartbeat was pounding to the rhythm of the music, not quite believing this turn of events.

“I mean… I didn’t even kiss you, for fuck’s sake.” The sound of his despair against his own actions had me mewling against him, absentmindedly rutting my ass against his crotch, not even realizing I was doing it until his fingers pressed tightly on my hips - not stopping me, just… holding me there.

“I want- I want our first time to be meaningful.” And that, right then, stole my breath away. Because I understood the implicit message. I understood that this was him, saying he was ready. “Hopefully, in a bed,” he continued, and I smiled to myself at his sweet plans for us.

“But if you keep teasing me so much, I’ll bury my fingers inside of you right here, I swear.” This last part was uttered against the shell of my ear, making me go perfectly still, at last stopping my movements against the bulge that had become more than evident in his old jeans.

“And Lord knows where that would take us,” he commented, hands holding me just under the curve of my breasts, making me shiver as he nuzzled against my neck from behind. “By now, you know how easily I can get carried away.”

And I did. Just the memory of it made me shiver, but maybe it was the man behind me, whose hands were now openly exploring my body as if we weren’t surrounded by people in a smelly club.

“Yeah, I know…” I panted, body sensuously moving against his without even intending to, just needing to feel the weight of his hands all over me, forever. “You’ve done it before.”

And that was the last thing I spoke for the next few hours because right then John turned me in his arms and took my lips on his, devouring me in the dark corner of the dance floor, while the rest of the club danced without a care in the world, not taking notice on two mates finally giving in to one another.

The only thing that mattered right then was him and I.

#my series #john winchester x reader #john winchester reader #john winchester series #john winchester reader insert #john winchester reader inserts #john winchester fanfiction #winchester fanfiction

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brighter-side-of-the-coin · 4 years

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Merlin Fic Rec - Hurt/Comfort

Some fics with a bit of angst and a healthy dose of protectiveness/comfort.

Please read the tags/archive warnings on these!

It's Dangerous Business, Walking out Your Door by accordingtomel (17k)

In many ways, Arthur was the only thing keeping his sanity intact, while simultaneously being one of the main sources for his inner turmoil. Which was why he needed to get away. He needed some perspective, some time to sort things out and get himself together again. It was only a matter of time before Arthur finally broke him.

When Enough Is Enough by snickersnack (10k)

After having a really bad day, Merlin uses his magic in front of Arthur.

The Truth in Your Broken Hands by fuzzytomato (1.2k)

written for lolafeist based on her prompt of Post S3, Arthur notices the blisters on Merlin's hands. (From fighting with Excalibur.) h/c

As True As The Sea Is by fiercynn (3.7k)

Caves, Arthur thought sourly, half-holding Merlin up as they ran, were never a good idea.

Touch My Skin to Keep Me Whole by Skitz_phenom (64k)

The Kingdom of Essetir has once again fallen under new rule, and Arthur travels to visit its new king, determined to make peace. Unfortunately peace is the furthest thing from this new king’s mind. Arthur and Merlin are forced to navigate his every attempt to make Arthur a scapegoat in starting a war between Camelot and Essetir. The new king is treacherous though, and he may have just found the one weakness that will force Arthur’s hand. Note: AU Post Season 4

Wounds by Heavenly_Bodies (3.9k)

It was an act of instinct, nothing mattered beyond the breath of the man in his arms.

Just... Don't be a Prat by accordingtomel (11k)

But when he saw a young, blond boy enter with his breakfast tray that was most definitely not his manservant, Arthur felt himself go from calm to irate in a few second flat. Consequently, the first words out of his mouth were: “Where’s Merlin?” And they were perhaps a little harsher than he would have liked.

Within Sight by rubberbutton (9.8k)

When a curse blinds Arthur, his position as heir is threatened.

Complement (Two Halves of a Whole) by greymantledlady (7.4k)

Merlin dashes fiercely at the tears that have started to trickle down his face, and waits. Because if Arthur wants to take him back to Camelot as a prisoner, to a cold cell and death in the grey morning – if that is what Arthur wants, Merlin will let him, because he can’t deny Arthur anything.

And Arthur takes Merlin’s shoulders in a hard, almost bruising grip, and he’s breathing hard, and Merlin’s crying messily, because he just can’t seem to stop and he’s more scared than he’s ever been in his life.

Promises to Keep by i_claudia (1.2k)

The world is fuzzy, distant; Merlin can’t remember why but he’s pretty sure he wants it to stay that way.

The Baring Of One's Heart by Chechilia (12k)

Attacked during a hunting trip, Arthur and Merlin wake up shackled to the walls of a cave. Dire, the situation only worsens when they realize their captor is none other than Arthur's sister, rendered mad by her magic and her thirst for revenge.

And when Morgana uses the powers of the cave to place Arthur under a truth spell, it is more than his heart that she threatens to lay bare.

I Will Never Leave You by CaesarWasntEmperor (3.1k)

Arthur wakes up and finds that the veil has disappeared, leaving a devastated Merlin behind. He offers the best support he can, while dealing with his own feelings.

Winning A Battle by OhFantasyWorld (12k)

“Arthur,” he said softly. ”There’s something wrong, isn’t there?”

Arthur nodded slowly, still not looking at him.

Merlin stepped closer to him.

“Will you tell me? I’ve been worried,” he said earnestly. “I promise not to tell anyone.”

Arthur bit his lip. Then he closed his eyes. “No.”

Somebody to Lean On by samyazaz (6.3k)

Merlin may be the worst manservant ever, but when he breaks his arm and Arthur has to care for him, he quickly discovers that he's kind of terrible at it, too.

Nothing Will Harm You Here by WritingIsReality (4.1k)

Merlin saves Arthur's life using magic. Morbidly ill, and suffering delusions of grandeur, he is convinced that Arthur will see him executed. He expects to be sentenced to death, not nursed to health and protected by the King of Camelot. Confessions and revelations ensue.

Slip-Ups by driftingskies237 (3k)

Merlin's having a terrible week that results in him accidentally cutting his hand with Arthur's stupid sword. Cue a worried and guilty Arthur who refuses to leave Merlin's side despite his kingly duties he has to attend to.

you fill my lungs with sweetness (and you fill my head with you) by FutureAlien (1.4k)

For once, Arthur didn’t mind leaning on another. He just revelled in the closeness of his servant, his friend, this man who had taught him the meaning of love. Arthur held onto Merlin, feeling as if he’d finally come home.

Arthur is crumbling under the weight of his new responsibilities as king. Merlin takes care of him.

#bbc merlin #my fic rec #fic rec #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #fan fiction

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fly-sky-high-bug-games · 4 years

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Hello! For HK ask meme: Cornifer, The Hunter, White Lady, Nightmare King, Godseeker

Hello, hello! Your art is neat!! :D Thanks for the ask!

Cornifer: Favorite area in Hallownest?

Funny enough, The Queen’s station. The place struck a cord with me, both because I didn’t expect such place there and stepping in it in silence that was then taken over by distant noises of what it was like when it was busy, as stations are... I think I just stood or walked around it for longer than necessary.

Then, City of Tears has so much to offer and maybe most lore oriented? Lots of tidbits~ I am always so curious about how the life was before the fall of the kingdom, the city (and the crossroads) really offer some idea~ I love mantis village too and Shaman sub areas~ (Am I a sucker for tribal stuff? PERHAPS)

The Hunter: Favorite/least favorite enemy you encounter? What is your favorite journal entry?

Least favorite are primal aspids, I don’t think I have to explain why XD Also those large, charging flukes, I forgot how they’re called :T OH AND FLYING PETRA MANTIS, with their mechanic breaking flying scythes fffff they made my garden exploring a living hell

Favorites hmm... I know Nosk is a boss but I kind of find his enemy design and mechanic as my favorite, got weak spots for mimics (even if they mess me up every time because I’m naive haha...).

Honestly, how Hunter describes Ooma and Uoma are funny to me, I can just imagine him being confused XDD I also like his opinions of rich dead bugs from the city

White Lady: Do you have any theories about the Higher Beings in Hallownest?

OH BOY DO I~!! *clears throat and sits down, taking out notes*

Metamorphosis plays a big part in their abilities and power and depending on how much they cycled in their seemingly (but not really) endless lifetime depends how much they change/molted with each new form. I like to think every time a new form comes along they get more powerful and closer to god beings BUT with that also MORE FRAGILE, decreasing their life span. So the molting/changing part is only a necessity, at least for bug like beings like the White Lady or Pale King (but also like to think Radiance went through similar very early and that Nightmare King keeps doing that but with a repeating cycle of his dance).

As for none bug beings like Unn, while they don’t have these cycles, they veeery slowly and gradually grow in power and get closer to god like beings. I guess I should also mention that, thanks to Pantheon, I believe even regular bugs/beings can become gods IF they manage to figure out how to get that powerful and climb the Higher Being ranks. If they can get as strong as some bosses in Hallownest alone (*glances at Silksong*) by means of spells, souls, nail art etc, why not have for any bug having a chance to become as powerful. It’s just... risky, deadly and takes a lot of time :’D being birthed as a higher being such as (what I believe) Hornet and the vessels are is probably easier *pats Ghost as Lord of Shades on the head*

Aside from that, I don’t think they’re immortal or anything. Powerful, through kin or experience, yes, but not immortal (RIP Radiance).

I think that’s all for now!

Nightmare King Grimm: Which boss battle was the most intense for you? The most satisfying to defeat?

RADIANCE ;n;

RADIANCE >:}c

Godseeker: How far have you made it in Godhome?

....... *cricket noises, muffled cough*

U-uh... I checked out the place... hmm.... fought some awakened bosses... uh.... I failed the first binding.... mmhm. that’s it. I nopped out of there and said “that’s a second playthrough me problem~” HDSJHFDKSGHFJ

#cabopineforest

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Morning Star

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Tindómiel, a name long since used, for searching for any sign of the only child of King Elros of Numenor need only turn their eyes to the wild of the world. Only there would you find yet another wanderer clinging to ages of woe and solitude in hopes of being spared another loss.

Manwendil, Atanalcar, and the short reigning King Vardamir, all your brothers and with their aging and your father’s passing you turned your eyes to the distant sea only feeling the great pain in the knowledge that after your mother you had chosen to not take your father and brothers’ path. Your nephew Tar-Amandil was crowned at King Vardamir’s passing and you were free from any obligations to the throne at his siblings taking up rule.

By the early sunrise after burying your youngest brother a quiet voice echoed in your heart while you paddled the makeshift raft you had formed to leave the cursed island. Since its birth you had lived there and yet you could already feel it dying as the looming wrath of the Valar was creeping nearer with each generation arriving and your recurring dream of its destruction would not stop haunting you. Always with a voice urging you to flee.

Harder and harder you paddled until a group of shouts sounded after you. A tearful turn of your head brought a band of faithful Elven servants, who had all remained behind to care for you in your mother’s choice to sail West. Panting steadily you waited for them to reach you on their barrels they had taken they strapped around your raft and then joined you in paddling to the distant shore. No longer clinging to your title you and the faithful six servants headed off to the distant peaks to find a home of your own. Here and there you made something more suitable for living only to feel the death of your father’s created home off in the distance. Your new home was then dubbed Osgiliath, the Citadel of the Host Stars, and taken from you.

All in your honor they claimed. Young Isildur arrived first and found himself drawn to the fields around your hidden home, your voice lulling him nearer, the stars in his words seemed to dance to your song of half hearted hope for your surviving kin. A shift of a stone under his boot caused him to stop when your singing halted, and just as Beren was bewitched by Luthien and her dark shadowing curls with stars said to be trapped in them he swore at once to remain faithful to you with sweet words and stars reflected in his eyes from the silver specks in yours. Their bewitching purple shade supposedly stole his heart demanding his unending fealty. However, with a crown on his head and a more beneficial offer of land your assumed spell seemed to wither away, but just as the Men rejoiced the last child of their first King dwelt among them you were gone again.

The Men did as they willed and you fought to remain indifferent as the next swirl of dreams came about. More and more your Men ventured off into the wilds in hopes of discovering the likeness of Luthien for themselves, not to claim, but to declare their fealty. Those successful bore proud stances and inconspicuous four point stars stitched on their elbows marking that they had seen the stars in the Wild Princess’ eyes. Not long in your endless days since your last stolen home you sat atop a half wall bordering a dock on the edge of Esgaroth a thunderous set of hooves skidded to a halt and a tall blonde dismounted and bowed his head to you under your long dark brown coat and hood pulled low.

In thick Rohirric he stated, “My apologies Strider. Queen Linea requests your aid.” A tilt of your head brought your distinct eyes over the mask coating the lower half of your face into view and you hopped down from the half wall collecting your pack with bow and quiver strapped to it you shouldered then accepted his hand up onto the horse behind him. Loosely you rested your hand around his side you watched the figure of the nearing barge arriving through the fog in your path towards Southern Greenwood.

Not long after the powerful steed continued racing onwards past the path of King Thranduil and his son, both on tall Elks watching as the horse crossed their intended path. Their eyes lingering on the rider from Rohan and then on you behind him, the hooded familiar figure earning respectful nods from the pair you returned while Former Queen Mother Taule wondered at the vastly smaller figure you held behind the rider.

A reach up brought your hood lower over your face and out to the edge of the forest you rode then came to a halt outside the exiting gates signaling your leg to swing down freeing you to land beside the horse and approach the line of carriages ahead. There you spotted the Queen of Gondor, as per tradition would deliver the firstborn son to Rivendell to be raised by Lord Elrond. Atop the spare horse they brought with them you escorted young Prince Arador off to the safety of the Elven realm you waited on the edges of while the Rangers, having heard your distant signals, flanked the carriages guiding them on to safety. After this you would always feel eyes on you from inside the woods, Elves always wondering why you never entered, why your hood was weighted to keep it from flying up, off again to Weathertop you would race.

Past the reclaimed Moria, now filled with your most loyal Elven followers treasuring the sealed keep you had led the cleansing of, protecting them with your absence. Again you would find the hidden door to the old lookout and ease into the fortress turned vacation home you claimed when you needed a place to unwind letting the horse follow the path to the Shire. A land where a great steed could always be useful for aid in tilling and find great ease in their days safe from the wars of Men under the watchful eyes of your Rangers.

…

A flicker of a flame visible in Weathertop brought a wandering Wizard to the other side of that same hidden door. Speaking in old Numenorian, “All the ages of the world will turn and turn again, my greatest hope is only to be amongst my friend again.”

The hidden door opened and you leaned in the doorway replying, “For the last time, there is no need for a made up incantation to summon me.”

Gandalf let out a soft chuckle and entered when you stepped back again showing him inside the warm keep where his eyes fell upon the softly glowing Elven toddler asleep in the basket by your armchair, “I was not aware of your child.”

Your eyes locked on his, “It is no secret the Queens of Gondor have entrusted their sons to my kin for centuries.”

“Ara-,”

“Estel.” His lips parted and you continued, “Gilraen asked when scouts discovered orcs in the paths to Rivendell ahead for me to protect him. I could not find a weakness in the waves camped around that keep.”

“It is rumored the infant was killed.” His head tilted noting the point on his ears curiously remembering seeing his rounded ears at his birth still glowing at the fresh link between the pair of you changing his fate by the grace of the Valar.

“Good.” You poured you both a cup of tea from the whistling kettle, “Then they won’t be looking for him.” He accepted the cup you passed him and caught your eyes when you asked, “How bad is this one?”

“Hmm?”

“The last time you asked me on a mission half of the Easterling’s territories ended up in flames and I spent three days waiting for that message of yours on just what I was supposed to find in their city to begin with.”

“That-, was a regrettable hindrance.” His eyes twinkled at you hopefully as you sipped on your tea. “The reason I came…”

…

Outside the Shire the early leaving Dwarves halted with hands latched onto their weapons seeing the line of Rangers blocking the path. In the distance Bilbo’s shouts were heard and with a grin he halted behind the others passing his contract to Balin. In the front of the line Thorin’s eyes held still on you with a firm scowl that only flinched when you spoke, “Mithrandir, you know as well as any no Hobbit leaves their lands without our escort.”

Thorin, “We do not require your aid.”

Bilbo’s lips parted, “I beg your pardon-.”

“Then you will not receive it. Master Baggins, however, will have our utmost fealty, as is due for all his kin.” Your line split and a line of ponies were revealed, pre saddled for the Dwarves and Bilbo’s sake.

Thorin, “Do not expect reimbursement.”

You let out a wry chuckle as your second in command says while the ponies walked over for the Dwarves to load up their belongings, “Not the best source of employment for financial gains. Though we all knew what we were signing up for. We serve our King, Strider. No more, no less. Do not worry yourselves about our barren purses, we have little use for them.”

Quietly against their issues with your joining them thy were content at least to be spared the task of bartering for ponies and had a great addition of arms to assist on guard. At lunch break a muffled whine brought their eyes to you. Your hood was drawn back and instantly they saw red at the tips of your ears only to calm when the last of the buttons on your outer jacket were undone revealing the armored lining to your coat widening your figure as well as acting as a shield for the toddler in the sling across your chest.

From his long nap he stirred with a big yawn all but melting the Dwarves’ hearts, and as they went to ask the others why they would allow you to bring a child three more of the Rangers, now revealed as female, also bore their babies in slings under their plated jackets. For their hopes of your being the infamous Strider all that died when Bilbo moved closer grinning at little Estel on his toes asking, “Soon enough he’ll be on a pony of his own Miss Pear.”

Weakly you chuckled removing your mask leaving it to hang around your neck replying, “Hopefully not too soon Master Baggins.” In the turn of your head you caught the young Princes whispering about you while Balin, Gloin and Bombur’s eyes were fixed on Estel misty from missing their own Pebbles both grown and still swaddled.

…

Tucked safely in the Troll Hoard the mothers and their children along with Estel in the arms of Elanor, one of your most loyal servants, awaited word of the path to be cleared. Since your leaving the Shire it seemed an extra masked face or two joined your ranks and soon enough at this outer edge of Rivendell 50 were tailing you alongside the Dwarves. Once again orcs seemed to be swarming around the enchanted kingdom since the Steward had taken control of Gondor it seemed orcs were growing bolder and bolder crossing into wider territories.

Thundering across the plain you led the charge only to stir confident smirks onto the faces of the Elves in the distance seeing the reinforcements they hadn’t expected. By hours end you were on your feet with each of the curious Elves closing in towards the one they all had known to be the mysterious Strider. All noting a striking pattern in a long since used series of moves shared with your fellow Numenoreans fighting with you from pre-destruction days. Two blocks with your mithril blades resting along your forearms followed by a swivel of your second blade to slice apart your foes. Each time in differing directions and always a deadly blow. Though your skill only distracted so long until a certain Elf Lord recognized your blades.

“Tindómiel…” In the distance Elrond muttered your name seeing your backwards lean to dodge the mace of a tall orc causing your hood to fall back revealing the noteworthy eyes that gave you away in your lunge to drive your blade through the orc’s heart. Jerking it back you swiveled your blades returning to your defensive moves to grant a winded Ranger beside you a few moments to gather his breath before guiding him on taking out the remainder around you.

By battle’s end you turned your head and were face to face with your father’s twin, bowing your head you stated, “My Lord.”

Timidly his hand rose up and he eased a latch open on the side of your mask loosening it to droop fully revealing your face, exactly the same since you had last seen him centuries ago at that final funeral. “Tindómiel, It has been-..”

“Miss Pear.” Your head turned to Thorin who asked, “Do they intend to hinder us?”

In a glance from you to the Dwarf King Elrond forced a hint of a smile and said, “Prince Thorin, any ally of Miss Pear’s is welcome in Rivendell.” A brunette Elf turned to guide the Dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf off while you turned away only to halt at the firm hand fixed around your wrist. Lowly he pled, “Please-…”

Locking your eyes on his you stated, “My son and carrying Rangers are in a troll hoard not far from here.”

He nodded turning to walk with you, “We will escort you there and back again. It has been some time since you have been home.”

In a wavering tone you whispered, “I did as I was told. To flee.”

“Told-, you had a vision warning you to flee?”

A glance at him freed you to nod seeing the relief in his eyes, “I could feel the shadows looming, I tried to ignore it, but it kept growing louder. I could not linger there.”

“I imagine that was a heavy weight to bear alone.”

With a wry chuckle you guided him into the cave after a signaling click of your tongue in a warning signal of your identity. An easy grin slid onto your face as you chuckled reaching out for Estel in his warning pout, ready to cry for being away from you for so long. A gentle peck on his cheek and a brush of his curls behind his pointed ear revealed the Ring of Barahir, said to have been delivered to Strider, now King of Gondor as being the last rumored to be descended from the great line of Kings placed him as the best regent while the heir Aragorn was to grow. A now defunct idea leaving the throne in limbo and the Steward in power until Strider could be uncovered to learn if they would put aside the Ranger and become King.

Looking the child over and seeing similarities to another woman he asked you lowly in a step closer, “Just where might his father be?”

“In his tomb.”

“And-,”

Stepping closer to him you softly cut him off, “Scouts alerted of an ambush. I was passed a bundle for safe keeping. His name is Estel.”

Elrond’s eyes warmed reaching out a gloved hand mumbling to himself after kissing the top of the boy’s head, “You are safe little one.”

Raising him higher in your arms you caught his reaction spreading through his soldiers while they caught onto just who the child was. Easing the great loss they felt at failing the great line of Kings. Now grateful to know the youngest and oldest heirs to King Elros were to dwell in their Kingdom.

Holding to your hidden identities you were welcomed, scrubbed, redressed and fed thoroughly. The effects of which granted you a fresh pack of Elven traveling clothes at your reluctance to accept the fine gowns they had offered you as you were leaving soon. Though much to the awe of the Dwarves your star filled shadowy curls hung behind you freely to your knees revealing the great number of years it must have taken to gain such length to your thick resilient locks they all ached to reach out and touch as easily as Estel could. All hoping to see just what precious gems it resembled up close as the distance played tricks on their eyes adding hidden shades and flecks of color into each curl.

The awe of your presence there, along with the boy clinging to you so tightly in his sleep and waking moments you felt most eyes on you wherever you went. Between bouts of family sharing of tales over what you had missed since the last time you’d seen your Uncle, meeting his twin sons who you’d never met you before, you were content to trying to find time alone until you led the path out of the Kingdom reminding you only of who you’d lost. Thankfully at your request they continued to refer to you as Lady Pear to aid you in avoiding explaining the painful truth to these men you no doubt would be expected to abandon once they had won their goal.

Though at Elrond’s insistence to gain stability in the dimming lands your distant kin filled word had been spread of your safety and of your son, word which placed you solely on the throne at your own right with an heir to follow suit if needed. Distant cries and cheers went unheard to you while celebrations unfolded and the artists of the great White Citadel brought out your long since put away portrait to dust off and hang up in the Hall of Kings granting any with free time to visit a clear view of their new ruler. Painters with free time took to sharing the image with others by copying its likeness for display in the lower levels. All boasted to be poor likenesses of your beauty and bewitching gaze with the few Rangers bearing stars on their elbows to cheerfully fill in the details they had missed of your likeness and character with the paint, charcoal and easel.

…

A long enough stay had been accepted granting healing time to Dwalin’s shoulder from the trolls injuring him while taking one down. Off you rode to the edge of the forest, twice you faced harm needing to rescue the wandering Dwarves from danger.

One granting you a cursed ring and the other finding the now unconscious disguised Dwarves tied across the backs of your steeds leaving the Elven guard peering on at your great number of bundles for a single Hobbit’s possessions. Not an uncommon sight, the transfer of the kind little folk from one protected land to the next. No reason to interrupt them. Always Rangers passed through unhindered and were always welcomed whenever they approached the front gates as distant kin to Lord Elrond. Each time to be inspected and asked just how well they knew the fabled Strider whom they all knelt to a Ranger they hoped to meet one day.

Nearing the outskirts of the forest you caught sight of an alerting blue jay from a fellow band of Rangers. Thousands of orc were on their way to join the hundreds already camped outside Erebor hoping to work their way into the mountain to steal it from the great beast inside.

Elven lineage aside the Company had an army, albeit a small one, it gave them the great hope that with you they could pull this off far easier than if they had alone. With a turn of your head you eyed Elanor securing her jacket and nodding her head while you ordered her and the other mothers off to the Elf King’s gates with Bilbo along with them after Thorin had given his blessing to protect his Burglar from battle. All unknowingly joining the survivors from Laketown in the orc’s first attack destroying a majority of their city forcing them to fight back and flee with who and what they could.

Swinging your leg over your saddle you drew your swords freeing your horses to group together deeper in the woods at your charge out of the woods on foot into the sea of orcs. A signal from the other hidden Rangers eased the decision and time to obliterate the outer ranks before they could form up ranks. But by then a sea of arrows came down upon them from the racing Elves coming to your defense once your group had made it safely into the gates alerting the King Strider was waging war on the Elf King’s doorstep. For centuries he’d heard of this Strider, and now he would steal a moment to greet you properly

In your efforts you noticed the hoards climbing the mountain ridges stirring the beast from within. A deafening roar sounded and flames erupted from the overlook soon coating the mountain and heading out into the sea of orcs you had yet to reach. A soaring path overhead however came to a painful end as in a definitive dwindling last flaming blow to the orcs you took a running leap off the back of a freshly killed troll. Hard you landed feet first on Smaug’s cheek and drove a spear into his eye deep into his skull sending him and you into a straight path to the ground. Fleeing the path Elves and Dwarves alike huddled out of reach from the body crashing to the ground as you raced across it to dive into the frozen lake.

A set of hands planted on the lake’s edge and your drenched form rising unbothered by the frigid waters stirred the orc to flee only spreading the smirks on your Rangers’ faces while the Elves forced themselves to focus from your now partially revealed face back to the concluding battle ahead of them. One after another the orcs fell in your charge until the path was cleared to the open gates of Erebor.

In their worried glance back at you the Dwarves eased at your forces filling the ruined city of Dale. If there was any structure sturdy for housing it was fortified as the Elves returned to their forest, assuring your group would be well cared for. The notion of having children with them again easing the weight of the extra mouths to feed, alongside the added defense for the still onward marching orc forces on their way. By nightfall Bilbo had been fed and escorted into Erebor, where he discovered the stone and was all too painfully puzzled at why you had not been allowed inside the sealed mountain.

…

Dragons fall and horns blow, with the mountain won you took your place in Dale leaving the mountain to the Dwarves after catching their quizzical gazes at your Men at the dying breath of Smaug. No contracts were signed guaranteeing you a single coin, not that you wanted a portion anyways and Dwarven boots crossed the great distance in time to fend off a second wave of orcs. Out of your robes, cloaks and masks you all seemed to be regular Men from Laketown somehow already tasked themselves to clearing up the ruined city. All wondering at which of the Men were the fabled Strider.

In the midst of the hoard of returned Men of Laketown you slipped easily enough unseen by most. Tasked to several small jobs throughout the city and for the distaste of the few Dwarves holding claim over the rebuild you among all the others were reminded that it was the Dwarves who held claim to the city. Your largest task was aiding in the re-tilling of the farming land and healing the orchards just barely hanging on in the early chill at the first signs of winter. To the shock of the Dwarves a timid alliance was formed, mainly on the statement that Thranduil would be aiding King Strider in the rebuild. A common middle ground had been formed, that the Elves would assist in bringing about the first harvest and only then would the King’s gems be returned and a full deal could be found after.

In their deal a hidden agenda was present, each Elf looking and searching the crowds for any sign of those magnificent eyes once again, with only the Rangers bearing their masks still. Though it didn’t take long with the King’s own son locating you in the crowd and managing to sneak over to you to whisper in passing your son was safe. A passing flash of your eyes over your partially masked face locked on his and he found himself stunned for a moment then shook his head and kept on moving. The Ranger with the longest dark hair coated in dirt and dust to dim its effect was soon the common calling card for those bearing daily notes and updates on your son and carrying Rangers, all of whom would always give subtle hints to the Elf King in his passes through on just where you were.

For your secrecy to remain intact he would speak to your second in command, the one always taken for as the King, always pondering just how he could find some time alone with you. Just shy of two weeks and you felt your every inch burning and tearing under the weight of the doubts and slanderous whispers from the ring hidden under your shirt while more and more Dwarves arrived by the day. Your only hope that once this next wave of orc would come soon so you could simply find the end to this seemingly endless battle ahead keeping you from destroying it. Each day passing and visit from the stunning Elf King seemed to only worsen matters. For centuries since your first brief passing glimpse of him you couldn’t help but see his face passing through your dreams, each time leaving you hungry for more.

In the passing paths of the Dwarves you caught wind of the dinner for Dwarf Lords to celebrate the reclaiming of the stronghold, a dinner you were not invited to and at the absence of all the Company from your life since winning the lands back you were certain you were not wanted there. And yet at the lingering of yet another Dwarf who had caught sight of the patch of curls free of any dust and dirt drawing him after you in a daze wishing to gain your favor to see if your eyes were just as enchanting. Steadily you moved from one job to the next, this one where you would be aiding in the transfer of the records in the rubble of one building into the waiting wagon to be taken with the reformed library.

Around the corner a familiar face arrived, Bofur in all his polished glory in his flashy robes and new seal around his necklace on a golden chain. A jaunty tune being whistled by him in his path until he halted in your next pass to the wagon. Just the sight of him was enough to make you want to cry at the flurry of thoughts the ring was sending through your mind. Bouncing on his toes Bofur halted beside you with arms crossed behind his back, “Miss Pear, I am just tickled to have found you so easily.”

You halted peering down at him after adding your crate to the wagon now being sealed up and driven off for unloading, “What could have brought you out here?”

In the distance a scowling Dwarf tasked with supervising your sector huffed and glared at you in his storming path over to what he took as a disrespectful Man, Bofur gave you a playful grin, “I only came to see if you were alright. Your little one as well. We had a dinner to celebrate the Journey’s success last night and we’d hoped to have seen you there.”

Flatly you replied, “I wasn’t invited, besides, I highly doubt any of the Dwarf Lords would enjoy my presence there. These are the finest layers I have.” You spotted the approach of the Dwarf and added, “Estel is safe in Greenwood. This fortress is no place for him and there is still an army nearing us.”

Bofur’s lips parted in shock at your answer only for him to clamp them shut when the supervisor shouted out, “You there! You get back to work and bid the Lord a proper address in your parting.”

Bowing your head deeply you flatly stated, “My apologies my Lord.” Stepping back a step before you turned to head back to the rubble while Bofur eyed your tattered and dust coated layers hearing the supervisor growl out, “My apologies My Lord, these Men have no respect for those they owe their allegiance to. It is our King allowing their kind to remain here and repair the city.” Bowing his head he uttered the proper farewell and Bofur turned with tears looming in his eyes on his hurried path back to the mountain. Though on his path he joined up with the Princes, who earlier had spotted you in the ramshackle market run by the Dwarves in charge of what little there was to offer. Doubt flooded their eyes while they watched you empty your coin purse of the whole two silver coins you had left over from your wages after rent that were passed to another Ranger so they could afford the ridiculously overpriced potatoes they required.

In the filling of another crate you missed Tauriel in her lingering at the edge of another building. Once again she had passed a note off from the King on progress from Estel and at the continued notice of you withheld pain she wished to see if she could uncover more behind he reason why. A missed dinner, the company neglecting to invite you and now the clear lack of reimbursement at all, though your final statement on your being clothed in your finest puzzled her. No doubt they would be tolerable for the company of the Dwarves you had traveled so far with, and yet the sting made sense on her ride back to the forest. A King forced into hiding, treated no better than a lowly slave, paid no better either with little to spare over the rent.

…

Bofur, “She claims she was never invited.”

Thorin’s head turned with a shocked expression while Bilbo muttered in Hobbitish about his not being surprised, “I expressly invited the Company.”

At the end of the table one of the Dwarf Lords overseeing the rebuild stated, “There were none of those Rangers listed in the official contract we have recorded as your allied forces in the act.”

His brows tightened as he fired back, “Lady Pear killed Smaug, gained us passage through Elven lands!”

The Dwarf Lord replied, “Yes, however she was not among you, neither were her Men when the stone was found.” In seeing Thorin would be locked in a battle of splitting hairs he simply growled and turned away leading Bofur and the boys to a private study nearby.

“I will see to it she is invited to the next dinner myself.” His eyes scanned over the boys and their doubtful gazes dropping to the floor, “What?”

Kili, “If she survives that long.”

Thorin raised a brow and Fili added, “We’ve seen those markets Uncle. The Tunnsgr brothers in charge of it are charging the Rangers double, even more than the few Elves that barter there, only giving fair deals to the Men of Laketown.”

Thorin, “That can’t be. I set those prices myself.”

Kili shrugged, “Either way we’ve been monitoring it.” Passing a notepad to their Uncle.

Fili, “Besides, even if they were charging your prices after the rent they’re being taxed from their wages they’ve only ten silver pieces to last half a month.”

Thorin’s eyes darkened in anger while clenching his jaw as Kili blurted out, “No wonder they’ve asked the Elf King to keep watch over their bairns. Elves wouldn’t dare let them starve.”

Thorin drew in a ragged breath and growled back, “I will fix this.”

…

Deep in the winding Elven halls Tauriel found the side of her King and bowed her head, “My King, forgive my bluntness but I doubt a dinner among Nobles would be the best suggestion.” His eyes landed on her, “I overheard your list of possible reasons for an invitation to Lady Pear.”

With a sigh he asked, “And why would you assume that?”

“The Dwarves had a dinner last night,”

“I am aware. I was not invited.”

“Neither was she.” He turned fully with lips parted, “One of the Company approached her today asking her why she did not attend, lack of invitation for one, the other she doubted her appearance would be suitable.” Thranduil raised a brow, “She mentioned what she wore to work was her finest, though Lord Elrond had mentioned gifting her Elven layers, which could possibly not be suitable for mainly being Elven.”

Thranduil groaned, “I cannot invite her to state dinners for fear of blowing her cover, I cannot issue a personal invitation to a courtship for lack of a proper introduction while I cannot request permission from Elrond to do so without first introducing myself to her!” In a growl he grabbed the cushion on his chair he hurled at the far wall then turned back to Tauriel as she cleared her throat.

Wetting her lips she suggested faintly, “Perhaps something a bit, broader.” He shifted to face her fully, “You could host an archery test, also using that as a welcoming of the relatives of the little ones to visit them. I heard the Dwarves are closing the work down day after next for a holiday of theirs. We could, conveniently separate her from the group.”

Thranduil nodded, “That might work. Something simple. I would greet all the Rangers if I have to.” Turning to his desk he began planning the event he hoped to have detailed by dinner to give his workers ample time to bring it all together.

Pt 2

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