#Cypress Hall

[soupy-sez]

Beastie Boys on Arsenio Hall, 1992 x

#beastie boys #cypress hill #arsenio hall #90s #music #musicgifs #beastie gifs #rap #hip hop #soupy's #my gifs #gifs #gifset #mca #mike d #dj hurricane #b-real #sen dog #srry forgot to put cypress in the caption I was copy pasting it for each set ok 💀 #if you know you know

[thepermanentrainpress]

Gallery: glaive @ Danforth Music Hall - Toronto, ON Date: August 16, 2023 Photographed by: Chris Ho

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[xaz-fr]

One of my fave pairs փափուկ (P’ap’uk) and մեղմ (Meghm). P’ap’uk paints huge murals and the ceilings of the Cathedral to make it more lively for the, sometimes very dower, residents of it. She’s a big ball of creative energy. Her mate Meghem is a self hating ‘vampire’ who often times refuses to feed because he can only eat other Gaolers and refuses to do so around P’ap’uk leaving him very weak and sickly. He also plays music for the temptation in the Cathedral. Because he’s usually sedentary you can often find his children using him as a play area.

They have three children. All half ‘vampires’.  Because vampires almost  exclusively start their lives as adults (unless you get the rare pair of vampires who do have natural children) no true vampire children exist. These three are stuck as perpetual hatchlings their entire lives both mentally and physically. It doesn’t hurt them and they’re well taken care of by their temptation and parents.

կատարյալ (Kataryal) the eldest and likes ‘helping’ his mother paint the vast and winding halls of the Cathedral with his paws to... mixed reception. Պատվական ( Patvakan) is the middle child who spends most time with his father and tends not to wander too far from him as his faceted eyes make it sometimes hard to navigate the Cathedral’s many splitting corridors. Այծեմնիկ (Aytsemnik) is the youngest, so young that P’ap’uk keeps her with her at all times as she’s so fresh from the egg. Aytsemnik is the only girl so far in the family and her parents think she’s extra special bc of her Primal eyes. Even if she does sometimes give her brothers an accidental zap.

#flight rising #fr lore #fr lore share #lore share #Cypress Hall redux #Cathedral of Carrion

[posthamster]

As Foretold

#the simpsons #cypress hill #royal albert hall

[frimleyblogger]

The Rise Of The Leylandii

How #leylandii conquered the country 'gardenhistory

Leylandii an evergreen coniferous tree of very fast rapid growth In 1911 at Leighton Hall, Christopher’s nephew, Captain Naylor, after picking up a cone from a Monterey cypress growing fifty yards from a Nootka, noticed that two of the resultant seedlings were markedly different from the rest. The difference from the 1888 seedlings was that the Monterey was the female parent. The seedlings were…

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[sixteenseveredhands]

The Petelia Tablet, Greek, c.300-200 BCE: this totenpass (a "passport for the dead") was meant to be buried in a human grave; it bears an inscription that tells the dead person exactly where to go and what to say after crossing into the Greek Underworld

Made from a sheet of gold foil, this tablet measures just 4.5cm (a little over 1.5 inches) in length, and although it was found inside a pendant case in Petelia, Italy, it's believed to have originated in ancient Greece. It was meant to aid the dead in their journey through the Underworld -- providing them with specific instructions, conferring special privileges, and granting them access to the most coveted realms within the afterlife.

The Petelia tablet, displayed with the pendant case in which it was discovered

The tablet itself dates back to about 300-200 BCE, while the pendant case/chain that accompanies it was likely made about 400 years later, during the Roman era. It's believed that the tablet was originally buried with the dead, and that an unknown individual later removed it from the burial site and stuffed it into the pendant case. Unfortunately, in order to make it fit, they simply rolled it up and then snipped off the tip of the tablet. The final lines of the inscription were destroyed in the process.

The inverse side of the Petelia tablet

These textual amulets/lamellae are often referred to as totenpässe ("passports for the dead"). They were used as roadmaps to help guide the dead through the Underworld, but they also served as indicators of the elite/divine status of certain individuals, ultimately providing them with the means to obtain an elevated position in the afterlife.

The Petelia tablet is incised with an inscription in ancient Greek, and the translated inscription reads:

You will find a spring on your left in Hades’ halls, and by it the cypress with its luminous sheen.

Do not go near this spring or drink its water. You will find another, cold water flowing from Memory’s lake; its guardians stand before it.

Say: "I am a child of Earth and starry Heaven, but descended from Heaven; you yourselves know this. I am parched with thirst and dying: quickly, give me the cool water flowing from Memory’s lake."

And they will give you water from the sacred spring, and then you will join the heroes at their rites.

This is [the ... of memory]: [on the point of death] ... write this ... the darkness folding [you] within it.

The final section was damaged when the tablet was shoved into the pendant case; sadly, that part of the inscription does not appear on any of the other totenpässe that are known to exist, so the meaning of those lines remains a mystery (no pun intended).

Lamellae that are inscribed with this motif are very rare. They're known as "Orphic lamellae" or simply "Orphic tablets." As the name suggests, these inscriptions are traditionally attributed to an Orphic-Bacchic mystery cult.

The inscriptions vary, but they generally contain similar references to a cypress tree, one spring that must be avoided, another spring known as the "Lake of Memory," the sensation of thirst, and a conversation with a guardian (or another entity within the Underworld, such as the goddess Persephone) in which the dead must present themselves as initiates or divine individuals in order to be granted permission to drink from the Lake of Memory. They are thereby able to obtain privileges that are reserved only for the elite.

Though the specifics of this reward are often vague, it may have been viewed as a way to gain access to the Elysian Fields (the ancient Greek version of paradise) or as a way to participate in sacred rites; some totenpässe suggest that it may have allowed the soul to break free from the eternal cycle of reincarnation. Regardless, the overall objective was likely the same: to obtain a special status and acquire privileges that were inaccessible to most of the souls in the Underworld.

Sources & More Info:

Altlas Obscura: The Ancient Greeks Created Golden Passports to Paradise

The Museum of Cycladic Art: The Bacchic-Orphic Underworld

Bryn Mawr College: Festivals in the Afterlife: a new reading of the Petelia tablet

The Getty Museum: Underworld (imagining the afterlife)

The British Museum: Petelia tablet (with pendant case; chain)

#archaeology #history #anthropology #ancient greece #ancient history #greek mythology #Petelia tablet #Greek mysteries #orphic mysteries #orphism #greek underworld #hades #persephone #anthropology of death #religon #afterlife #tw death #classical antiquity #classical archaeology #ticket to paradise #whoever damaged this #probably #got #a #ticket #to tartarus #instead

[scaredpigeons]

Aqua Regia VI: I’m done dancing to alarm bells—I’m done fighting off change.

Previous chapter // Next chapter // First chapter

Neuvillette x Fem!reader

Word count: 7.1k

The ball goes off without a hitch, and tide finally swells in, sweeping you up in its grasp.

Authors note: warning for a bit of anxiety in this. We have haikaveh, beiguang and some minor chilumi if you squint, among other guest appearances. THIS IS IT FOLKS! ALL THE PINING AND WAITING FINALLY COMES TO THIS. The smut will be next but i… still have to write it… lol.

“Is it ready?”

“Are you doubting my capabilities, Monsieur Neuvillette?”

“Ah, no, forgive my impatience, Miss Chiori.” 

Neuvillette paced the front reception of Chioriya boutique with swift steps as the young designer wrote on her notepad, looking over her books at the front desk. 

“If you keep pacing like that, you’ll burn skids into my cypress flooring.” 

He stopped, facing her. “My apologies.” 

The Inazuman woman continued her leisurely work, having told him that she would only be a moment longer many, many moments ago. 

He perked up when she set down her pen. 

“Did yours fit as it should? Nothing to alter?” 

“I put it all on the moment it arrived yesterday,” he said, watching as she rose. “It is perfect, as expected.”

“Such flattery.” Chiori clicked her tongue against her teeth, rounding the reception desk to walk towards the back. 

He thumbed the metal of his cane as he waited for her to return, a small blip of excitement rushing through him as the designer returned with a very large box, and a large dress bag on a velvet hanger. 

“The shoes are in the box with the cloak,” she said, disinterested. “All of it is to your specifications, and water resistant in case of rain, as you asked.” 

“Thank you, I’ll have your payment sent swiftly, with a generous tip for the short notice.” He said, taking the box and dress bag from her hands.

“Hmm.” Chiori looked unimpressed, though, that was how she usually looked. “Nearly everyone in the city who is attending the ball wanted to wear my designs, I had to deny several clients just to make time for these.” 

“Your graciousness knows no bounds, Miss Chiori.” 

She gave him a deadpan look, resting a hand on her hip. 

“In all the years I’ve been dressing you, I’ve never once had you so eager to dress someone else, let alone a woman.” 

He felt rather embarrassed, but resisted the urge to squirm under her gaze, clearing his throat and holding eye contact with a neutral expression. 

Chiori just sighed, rolling her eyes. He took that as his permission to leave, though he didn’t really need it. 

“I’ll see you at the ball, sir. I hope you enjoy yourself, and—“ 

He paused, turning to meet her eyes once more. 

“Happy birthday, Monsieur Neuvillette.” 

———————————-

You were late. 

Charlotte had run ahead of you, having helped you put your elaborate outfit together, makeup and all, and with her short red dress and tiny heeled boots she said it would be much easier for her to run ahead and make sure everything was going smoothly without you. 

Your new apartment was closer to the Palais than your old one, and you were eternally grateful for that as you rode the lift with a tapping foot. 

You’d all decided to hold the ball in the Palais Mermonia’s largest conference hall, the host of many of Lady Furinas parties in the past.  

You rushed to the doors, nodding politely to the usher outside who recognized you as one of the organizers and let you through to get out of the rain. You hoped desperately that it was a natural rainfall, and not the telltale sign that Neuvillette was under any kind of duress. 

That little epiphany had taken longer than you’d care to admit— his emotions being linked to the rain— but now that you knew, it was like a helpful little tool at your disposal. 

Your cloak dragged along the floor of the entrance, and you picked up your intricate dress to shuffle along faster to the conference hall. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you met the melusines standing at the doors, they greeted you with smiles and rushed you through, telling you that everything was going wonderfully. 

You opened the doors, and the glittering assemblage greeted you once more, now ten times more opulent with all the equally beautiful guests filling the space. 

The elite of the elite were here, government officials, fontainian high society, well known adventurers and local legends, dignitaries from other nations— you could spot the infamous kamisato siblings by the drink station, wearing striking and intricate Kimonos that were surely designed by Chiori. 

The magic twins were doing a mini performance, Lyney in a burgundy tux and Lynette in a matching teal getup, only she was wearing a pretty skirt and stockings. You waved at them through the group that had formed, and Lyney gave you a little wink without losing his stride. 

“There you are!” Charlotte moved her way through the crowd to greet you, gesturing around to the ball in all its grandure. “This is incredible! Everything is going wonderful so far!”

It was incredible. You looked around at the regal decorations, the soft, warm lighting of the chandeliers, the silk hanging in deep arches lining the ceiling, the subtle hydro motifs in little places if you looked hard enough. 

It screamed royalty, it screamed wealth without seeming too ostentatious. It was truly the most opulent and beautiful party you’d ever been to, let alone helped organize.  

“Thank you, I wasn’t terribly worried though, I figured Lady Furina had things well under control.” You smiled. 

You could hear her voice, loud and clear above the gentle strings playing, and turned to look by the sweets table, to see your former archon entertaining some people with a story, quite animated, but not as much as she’d been in the past.

When working with her while planning the ball, you’d grown to realize that she’d become much more grounded since she stepped down, still dramatic in her own right, but more realistically so. More human. 

“Here,” Charlotte pulled you from your thoughts, gesturing with her hands. “Let me take your cloak, you should go and find Neuvillette.” 

“Oh,” you said. “Thank you.” 

You pulled the large hood down, freeing your hair from its protective cocoon. It had taken you and Charlotte nearly an hour to place all the tiny little multi-colored pearls in an intricate pattern all throughout the style, and you’d be damned if you were going to let the rain ruin it. 

You pulled the lush cloak from your shoulders, suddenly feeling a little self conscious out in the open.

You’d never owned a gown this beautiful, never worn something so stunning in your life. 

Lucious crushed blue velvet, though light and airy, hugged your torso and flared out into the most stunning ball gown you’d ever seen. A sheer panel decorated with lace created the high neckline, and with it being sleeveless, the stunning white gloves that came to your upper arms were a lovely addition. 

What was most jarring however was the very open and low back of the dress, perfectly balanced with the gigantic bow poised right above your bottom. It was truly a masterpiece, and you cannot believe that Neuvillette had something so beautiful made just for you.

You couldn’t deny your feelings any longer. You were completely infatuated with him, stricken with a fluttering heart whenever you thought of him, doomed to confront these feelings— and sooner, rather than later. 

It seemed they were reciprocated, but you could never be too sure. Insecurity and anxiety still ate at you. Neuvillette was still a bit of an enigma, never forward or clear on if his advances were truly courtship, or if he just did friendship more intensely than most, due to his inexperience with all kinds of relationships in general. 

You smoothed your hands over your dress, feeling yourself start to sweat a little in your satin gloves. You looked around, craning your neck to see if you could spot him, and oh— there he was.

He was standing at the back of the hall, by the table of honor, set specifically for the man of the hour and those closest to him, mainly yourself, Wriothesley, the traveler, Lady Furina and a good number of melusine. 

Neuvillette reached up to fuss with Wriothesley’s tie, which was perpetually loose in his day to day outfits, and it seemed it was no different for this occasion. 

Wriothesley was wearing a striking outfit, which was really just a more elevated version of his regular look, complete with a fur lined cape and quite an intense pair of boots, but if you were honest, the look worked for him. 

He flushed and laughed Neuvillette off, pushing his hands away to fix his own tie, smoothing down his slicked back hair, which was a nice addition to the look. Was that a touch of eyeliner? 

Your gaze finally roamed onto Neuvillette himself. He looked… well he looked even more handsome than he usually did, and that was certainly saying something.

You felt your chest tighten as you drank in his visage from head to toe. 

His normal dress wear was certainly high fashion, but this look was something out of a runway show. 

An opulent suit, perfectly altered and in his colors, but what stood out was the single shoulder capelet, attached with an intricate gold clasp, and the stunning blue fabric rippled like water as it flowed down his arm and back, trailing elegantly on the floor behind him. His hair had been slicked back as well, a single curl present at his forehead that seemed to deny its place pulled back to be braided into the rest of his hair. 

The braid was long, tied with his signature bow at the bottom and decorated with lots of the same multi-colored pearls that dotted your own hairstyle, and you blushed at the thought. 

Now that you looked, you realized that his outfit and yours had nearly identical color schemes, down to the black bow sitting at the small of your back, the same color and fabric as the one holding his braid. 

The final touch was the circlet he had on, a delicate gold piece that only added to his air of regality. As you trailed your gaze over his face, his subtle eye makeup, his eyes met yours. 

Your breath caught in your chest.

His eyes devoured you, so intense you felt like you were drowning. 

He moved then, walking towards you with a determination you’d not seen in him, and you froze for a moment before your feet pulled you to him, enraptured by his beauty and wanting to see more, wanting to see it closer. 

As he took his final step, you held your breath as you realized he was so close that your dress pushed up against him, your chest nearly bumping into him as you stuttered out your exhale. 

His pupils dilated, the thin slits nearly consuming his eyes as they flickered across your face. 

“You look…” you paused, looking for the words. 

“Beautiful,” He said, breathless. “Absolutely beautiful.” 

You grinned. “I don’t know if beautiful is the word I would have used, but I’m glad you like the way you look tonight too, Neuvillette.” 

The faintest hint of pink fluttered across his cheeks, but he maintained his composure, lifting one of your gloved hands into his, bringing it to his lips for a chaste kiss on your knuckles that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes remained on yours the entire time.

“I know you jest, just as I know you are aware I was describing how you look this evening.” He smiled. “Positively radiant. I am glad the gown was to your liking.” 

You flushed, looking down at your dress, your gloved hand resting in his— even still. 

“You really didn’t have to get this for me.” 

“Nonsense,” he said. “You expressed concern at what you were to wear to this event, and after all the effort you were exuding at my expense, I wished to take that worry off your shoulders.” 

“Even so…” your eyes couldn’t meet his no matter how hard you tried. You were so flustered, so swept up in this rushing tide of a moment. 

“You are more than deserving,” Neuvillette bent down further, trying to catch your gaze. “Of this and more.”  

You finally broke, meeting his eyes once more. His gaze was so intense, so consuming. You were nearly certain that he felt the same way you did, but you wanted to be sure before you made a fool of yourself tonight.

”Neuvillette,” you said, eyes flickering between his. “I need to ask you—“

The ringing of metal against delicate glass broke you both from each other, the entire hall of beautifully dressed guests turning to see Lady Furina perched atop a table, tapping a fork against her champagne glass. 

Her gown was beautiful, less extravengent than ones you’d seen in the papers after her own birthday celebrations, but more elegant and poise. It suited her. 

“Treasured guests, friends and colleagues.” She started, gathering the people's attention in its entirety as her voice projected throughout the hall. “If we could gather around, I’d like to give a toast before we start the first dances!” 

The music was halted, people moving from their little groups to merge around the table, gazing up at the former archon. 

Neuvillette guided you along, standing off to Furina’s right to watch with a delicate smile as she waited for the people to settle. 

Across the little stage she had created for herself, you saw the traveler fussing with the suit jacket of a tall red haired man who was grinning down at her without a care in the world. You think you recognize him as the Harbinger Tartaglia, but the traveler knew all kinds of interesting characters, so you couldn't be too sure. 

She looked lovely tonight as well, trading her otherworldly daily outfit for a pretty pale blue gown with flowing bishop sleeves, a white pearl necklace and bracelet. You thought it looked very easy to move around in, and surmised that she probably did that on purpose, in case of an unexpected emergency. 

Lumine had been a huge help during the planning and organization of this event, tackling the odd jobs and running around with practiced ease, smiling and dragging her companions around while doing it. 

You saw the representatives from Mondstadt, Kaeya Alberich and Lisa Minci. They were already holding mostly empty wine glasses, dressed sharply and eyeing the crowds with gazes far too calculating for people who were surely a couple drinks into their evening. They were trusted folk though, if the travelers word was anything to go by, so you supposed they were keeping an eye out for any signs of impending disaster, just like the rest of you planned to. 

Tonight had to go perfectly. With Neuvillettes' apprehension to have this gathering in the first place, if tonight ended in disaster it would surely put an end to the idea of any other celebrations in his honor for the future. 

The traveler assured you that the people invited would not only never dream of causing issues, but would actively help to keep things running smoothly, thanks to her letters requesting so. 

Furina started her toast, a fanciful and long worded piece that she’d spent weeks practicing, and you eyed the crowds again as you stood beside Neuvillette. Everything was fine. Everything was going well. 

“To conclude,” Lady Furina smiled. “I cannot think of a better person to look after my most beloved nation, take care of its people, and uphold the principles of justice so integral to its well being. Honored guests, please give a warm round of applause to the man of the hour, Monsieur Neuvillette!” 

The hall erupted into polite but eager applause. She gestured to him, beckoning him over to the table. As opposed to standing up with her, he offered a gloved hand to help her down, murmuring a thank you to her as he stood in front of all the people who had come to celebrate him. Furina took his spot beside you, a little giddy with excitement at the fact that she’d convinced him to give a speech. 

“Thank you all for joining us tonight,” his voice boomed throughout the hall, just like it did during trials— commanding the attention of all who heard it. “As much as I was resistant to the idea of a celebration so grand, I will admit that this opportunity to have so many representatives from other nations gathered in one place is extremely important to the betterment of our connections as the people of Teyvat.”

A tiny voice rang out from somewhere in the crowd that sounded an awful lot like Seigewinne. “You just want the opportunity to keep working when you’re supposed to be celebrating!” 

Polite laughter rang through the crowd, and even Neuvillette cracked a bit of a smile. 

“I will neither confirm nor deny such an accusation.” He said, clearing his throat. “Regardless, I am grateful. I wish for you all to enjoy the festivities, and have a pleasant evening. Please remember to drink responsibly.” 

The hall filled with applause once more. Furina giggled and stood to the front, capturing the people's attention once again with ease. 

“Alright everyone! Please mingle a moment longer while the orchestra finishes setting up, and the first dances will begin shortly!” 

The crowd dispersed, and Neuvillette shuffled his way back to you despite people trying to capture his attention. 

“Would you do me a favor?” He asked. 

“Of course.” 

He smiled. “The foreign dignitaries are going to want to come and greet me, and I would appreciate it if you stood by my side while exchanging pleasantries.”

“Oh? Is someone nervous all of a sudden?” you grinned, feeling your chest flutter. 

“Ah,” his expression read that he knew you were teasing, but the little cringe was enough to tell you’d guessed at least somewhat correctly. “Not exactly, but as my assistant it will be vital for you to form positive relationships with these people as well.” 

You nodded, and he exhaled his relief just as a tall silver haired man strode over with all the confidence and aloofness of Neuvillette on his best days. A very pretty blonde man trailed beside him wearing an elaborate and expensive looking getup with a beautifully coloured feather in his hair. The pair seemed odd, but looked every bit like the elite couples that surrounded them. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette, it’s an Honor.” the gray haired man spoke, reaching out a green gloved hand adorned with gold rings. Neuvillette obliged, shaking his hand with a nod. “My name is Alhaitham, I am currently the acting grand sage of Sumeru’s Akademiya. I’m here on behalf of Lord Kusanali to congratulate you on your new position as ruler of Fontaine.” The man's voice seemed a little disinterested, but he was otherwise very polite. 

“Alhaitham, thank you for attending.” Neuvillette said. “I’ve heard about what you did for your archon and nation, and I must commend you for your integrity and courage.”

The acting grand sages eyes rolled ever so slightly, and you couldn't help but be reminded of the poise and grace that Neuvillette had when he blessed you with such an action.  

“Please, sir. I simply did not want to deal with the aftermath of what they were planning. In all honesty, I was hoping to be responsible for much less in the fallout, but here I am— regardless.”

The blond man smacked his arm, tutting at him disapprovingly. “Stop that!” He turns to Neuvillette with an apologetic look. 

“I’m so sorry Monsieur,” the blond says. “What Alhaitham means to say is thank you, and we are both very grateful to be here.” 

Alhaitham rolls his eyes once more, shoving the blond man forward a bit towards Neuvillette, “this is my plus-one for the evening, Kaveh.” 

Neuvillette takes his hand, shaking it gently. “The light of Kshawrewar, I’ve seen photographs of your work at Port Ormos and the Palace of Alcazarzaray, and read many of your papers on the value of creativity in architecture. It is a delight to finally meet you.” 

Kaveh’s face becomes incredibly red, and you feel for him, knowing how intense it can be when Neuvillette is face to face, complimenting you without reservation. 

“Oh, I—“ he stutters. “Thank you sir, I’m d-deeply honored.” 

“Would you consider taking some time to collaborate with some of our engineers here in Fontaine? There is much that needs to be rebuilt after the great flood, and your artistic flair will fit in most wonderfully with our brightest creatives.” 

“Oh—“ Kaveh looks like he might pass out. “I would love to!” 

“Wonderful.” Neuvillette turns and introduces you to the two of them, who give you polite nods in return. 

“She will get in contact with you in the coming weeks to arrange a proposal. As my assistant, most of the dialogue for such projects falls into her field of work, but I will be keeping a close eye on whatever may become of your collaborations, rest assured.” Neuvillette said, placing a hand on the small of your back. 

You tried to ignore the heat from his gloved palm resting against your skin, your bare skin, but you involuntarily shivered, making Neuvillette flinch a bit and pull his hand away, much to your simultaneous relief and displeasure. 

The acting grand sage, Alhaitham, seemed to look between you a bit strangely, as if making calculations in his head, but the moment he noticed your eyes on him, he steadied his expression once more. 

“I’m sure Kaveh will be most enthused and honored by such an invitation. I’ll ensure he responds in a timely manner.”  Alhaitham spoke for the architect, who still seemed a bit awestruck and speechless. 

“If you’ll excuse us,” Alhaitham took the blond by the arm, nodding politely as he guided the wide eyed Kaveh off, murmuring to him in hushed tones. 

“They seem like an odd pair.” Neuvillette mumbled to himself. 

“I think they compliment each other quite nicely.” You smiled, watching them walk off. Neuvillette looked at you a little oddly, but you only glanced at him before the dispersing crowd caught your eye. 

The conductor of the orchestra had taken their position, waiting patiently as the noise died down. 

“To begin, a requested song, to honor the Iudex.” Neuvillette seemed a bit taken aback as the conductor spoke, but the crowd pushed back to open the dance floor as the first notes of the song rang out. 

Your eyes immediately found Wriothesley, recognizing the song as his favorite, the one he played the evening that Neuvillette pulled him away from you so abruptly. The night that you got caught in the rain with Neuvillette, hunkering down in his house to wait out the storm. The evening that changed everything. 

The Duke, much to his credit, just winked at you, gesturing with a little nod of his head as if to say well? Get on that dance floor! 

You gaped at him, confused before turning to find Neuvillette bent slightly, elegantly at the waist, holding out a single gloved hand as he looked up at you with hopeful eyes. 

“May I have the honor of this first dance?” He asked. 

Your face felt hot, all these eyes on you, but you wanted this, so you took his hand. 

“I’d like that, yes.” You said softly. 

He guided you to the center of the dance floor, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back. You rested one hand on his shoulder and the other sat diligently in his palm, and he pulled you just a little bit closer, feeling your chest brush up against him. 

Everything around you seemed to blur as he held your gaze, guiding you into the steps of a very simple waltz. You’d not really danced before, only when fooling around with friends, pretending. 

Neuvillette made it easy, his secure hold on you made you feel safe, like even if you slipped, he would keep you steady. 

His eyes pulled yours in with a magnitude unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. His gaze was so intense, it threatened to take your breath away. 

“Neuvillette, sir.” You breathed. 

He smiled fondly at you, continuing his expert guidance of you to the song Wriothesley had picked for this moment. 

“I think we're beyond the honorifics and titles by now, yes?” 

His smile seemed almost teasing, a lightness to his expression you’d rarely ever seen before. 

“That's…” you flushed, looking away from him just for a moment. “That’s precisely what we need to talk about.” 

He chuckled, spinning you around as other couples began to join you on the floor, gliding and twirling around with each other as the music swayed and swelled. 

“We need to speak about your use of titles? “ he said, eyes glittering with mirth. “I suppose when in the office, or in the opera house, they’ll still be appropriate.” 

“No—“ you stammered, nearly tripping over his shoe, but he kept you steady, stepping into the movement like it never happened, his hand firm on the skin of your lower back. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

He looked so beautiful in this moment, the gold on him shimmered in the warm lighting, his eyes twinkling with so much emotion, so much power. He was every bit the regal leader he showed to the outside world, but inside, he was so much more. 

“Perhaps.” He said, teasingly. He leaned a bit closer to your ear. “Perhaps I wish to just savor this moment for a while longer. Would you allow me that privilege?” 

“I…” you felt a little confused, a little dumbstruck. “Of course.” You wanted to enjoy this moment as well, but your heart yearned to know the truth. 

Did he truly feel the same way as you? Is that what this was? 

But you still couldn’t understand why he was avoiding the conversation you were clearly trying to have. 

Could it be because he knew your feelings and… didn’t return them like you thought? Was he trying to get through the night without hurting you? Is that what he meant? That he wished to savor this evening without your pesky feelings getting in the way?

Your thoughts began to spiral, but he kept you steady as the song neared its conclusion. You were glad he had pulled you closer so he couldn't see the worry work itself over your face. All signs pointed that your feelings were reciprocated, but what if you were just deluding yourself?

No, I can’t keep thinking this way. I’ll ruin the whole evening at this rate. 

The song flourished into its ending and Neuvillette gave you one last delicate spin before he pulled back and gave the customary bow. 

You curtsied, hoping to hide the anxiety that was eating at you. 

The second song of the evening began, and the clicking of heels caught your attention, turning you around.

the most beautiful and elegant woman you’d ever seen was striding up to you, a tall and muscular dark haired woman in tow. 

The woman in front had luscious pale white hair, her ruby eyes sparkling with intelligence as she looked between you and Neuvillette. She was dressed to the nines; elegant jewels covering her throat and wrists, stunning and intricate hair ornaments, the most gorgeous golden gown, skin tight and showing off her immaculate body. You suddenly felt very self conscious, squirming where you stood as she and her companion drew closer.  

She came to a stop in front of you, nodding at Neuvillette. 

“May I steal your lovely little assistant for this next dance?” Her voice even sounded rich, like she was someone incredibly important, incredibly powerful. 

Neuvillette tensed a bit, his hand still holding yours, bit he breathed, guiding you towards the golden woman. “By all means, enjoy yourselves.” 

“Good.” She took your hand, nodding to her companion. “Beidou, please entertain the Iudex, talk of trade or whatever strikes your fancy.” 

She pulled you along, guiding you into a new section of the dancefloor and immediately took up the position of the guiding role, pulling you this way and that, though very elegantly, and with practiced ease. 

“It’s lovely to finally meet the infamous little assistant.” She said, her ruby eyes glittering. 

You felt like you had a frog in your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m not sure who you are, miss.” 

“Ah,” she smiled. “You can call me Ningguang. I run some… business in Liyue, and I'm hoping to better my connections with our neighbors by the sea, so to speak.” 

Ningguang… where had you heard that name before? 

“Ah, then I suppose I’m your gal,” you smiled, feeling a little more at ease. A little. “Most trade negotiations come through me before they reach the Iudex.” 

“As I expected. I just wished to meet the person I would be sending my offers to, I would like to know who I’m in business with, you understand.” 

You nodded. “Of course, that’s completely understandable.”

”You're such a sweet little thing.” She smiled at you, and you still couldn't shake the feeling you knew her from somewhere. A woman with this aura of importance surely couldn't just be a merchant from liyue. 

You let your eyes roam past her shoulder, catching glimpses of her companion speaking with Neuvillette, laughing loudly at something he said and smacking the man on the shoulder in her amusement. 

He looked shocked, but was unmoving, a polite smile on his face. 

“So,” Ningguang said. “How long have you two been in love?”

You did trip this time, but she caught you, the sharps of her hand jewelry digging into your skin ever so slightly. 

“I beg your pardon?” You squeaked. 

She laughed, it was a rich and lucious melody you’d never heard in a laugh before. 

“Oh please, anyone with eyes can see the way he postures over you like a dog guarding a bone,” her gaze turned mischievous, then. “Or a dragon hoarding its treasure.” 

She must’ve felt the way you tensed, the slight quirk of your brow as she said it, because her eyes thinned with amusement, though you weren’t sure if it was on your behalf or at your expense. 

You continued the dance in relative silence, and when the song ended, and she pulled you by your hand back towards Neuvillette and her companion, Beidou. 

She gave a dramatic bow at the waist, bringing your hand to her lips. “Thank you for indulging me, little one.” She pressed a kiss onto the white satin of your glove, her red lipstick only leaving the faintest of marks. “The information you gave me was most insightful.” 

You blushed intensely, not having the words to respond, so you just nodded, giving a light curtsy. 

“Congratulations, Monsieur, and Happy Birthday.” she said to Neuvillette. 

He bowed, very respectful. “Thank you, Lady Ningguang.” 

She dragged her companion away towards the drink table, and it suddenly hit you. 

“That was…” holy celestia. 

“Lady Ningguang, the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, yes.” Neuvillette sighed. 

“And you let me dance with her without a warning?!” You whisper-yelled. 

Neuvillette seemed to shake some unwanted emotions off, steadying himself with a heavy grip on his ornamental cane. “Lady Ningguang is not one to be denied such simple requests, and besides,” he looked down at you. “I thought you knew.” 

“Pardon me for not expecting to be asked to dance by the leader of a nation.” You grumbled slightly. 

Neuvillette laughed, short and quick before he covered it with a cough— clearing his throat. 

“And what is so amusing?” You looked up at him expectantly, a little taken aback at how open and soft his expression was. 

“She’s only the second leader of a nation to ask you for a dance, my dear. I had the privilege of being the first.” 

Your stomach did somersaults at his words, the tone of his voice, his eyes fluttering all across your exposed skin. You felt hot, so very hot. 

“What information did you give her?” Neuvillette asked, though it lacked an accusatory tone. 

“I didn’t really say anything to her,” you mumbled. “Though I think she suspects you to be a dragon.” 

He scoffed a little, voice low and teasing. “And I wonder what kind of woman would ever come to that conclusion, hmm?” 

Your stomach decided it was some sort of acrobat, and your thighs quivered. 

“Excuse me a moment, I’m going to get a drink.” You managed to squeak out. “Would you like one?” 

“Water, if you would.” 

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He had only had a moment of reprieve from the people wishing to speak with him when a firm hand landed on his shoulder. 

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re a fuckin’ moron.” 

His eyes ached in their sockets from the tremendous side-eye he was giving to the Duke of Meropide. 

Wriothesley had wrapped his arm around Neuvillettes shoulders, jostling the fine Snezhnayan melt he was savoring in his goblet right before he was interrupted. 

“I understand we’ve opened our relationship to discussions outside of work topics, Wriothesley, but I don't think that kind of language is appropriate, regardless of our status as friends.”  

“What, like you’ve never said the word ‘fuck’ before?” Wriothesley teased. 

Neuvillette scoffed, taking a sip of his water and hoping Wriothesley didn’t see the pink threatening to color the tips of his ears. 

“Well, either way.” The Duke sighed, though his signature teasing grin was still ever present.  “Are you dumb or just blind?” 

Neuvillette sighed, his eyes fluttering shut. “What could possibly warrant such childish insults, Wriothesley?” 

“You're telling me you haven’t noticed the way she’s been eyeing you all night? And you still haven’t confessed?” 

Neuvillette gaped at the Duke before his eyes flitted around the room, catching you watching them for a brief second before your eyes slipped away, back to focusing on the conversation you were having with Miss Navia. 

“She’s been looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky for her since the moment she walked in here,” Wriothesley said. “And if I may be so bold, you’ve been eyeing her like you want to swallow her whole since that very same moment.” 

“Preposterous.” Neuvillette scoffed. “Such salacious accusations.” 

“I’m just saying, man.” Neuvillette winced a bit as Wriothesley squeezed his shoulder. “Knowing her, she’s agonizing over whether her feelings are reciprocated, or if she’s just fooling herself into thinking that you’re looking at her the way you are.” 

“You—“ Neuvillette stopped, registering the Duke's words. “Surely you're not serious?” 

“Deadly serious,” Wriothesley said. “She thinks she shouldn’t have the feelings she does, and she’ll keep telling herself that all the gifts and the touches and the looks are just her brain playing tricks on her, making it something it's not.” 

“But…” Neuvillette didn’t have the words. Did you truly doubt him? Has he not been expressing his attempts to court you well enough? 

“Don’t try to over analyze it, don’t try to ask why.” Wriothesley looked a little stern then. “Her childhood left her with a lot of anxiety, a lot of self doubt. She won't ever think she’s worthy unless you tell her upfront that she is.” 

“She’s more than worthy… I thought I—“ 

“I know, I know.” Wriothesley sighed. “She needs it spelled out nice and clear for her though. You need to tell her how you feel.” 

“And you’re certain she feels the same way?” Neuvillette was hesitating though he was almost certain by now. His subtle attempts at courtship were accepted, reciprocated, even though he wasn’t sure you realized that's what you were doing. 

You flushed when he complimented you, shivered when his touch would graze you, you cared for him, cared about him. Surely you felt the same as he? 

“She hasn’t been this way about a person ever, Neuvillette, you’ve gotta know that.” Wriothesley said, patting him on the back. “It’s only ever been you. In all the years I've known her, it's never happened. Until now.” 

The Duke left him to ruminate over the weight of his words. Time seemed to slow for him, and he wasn’t sure if he had the courage to do what needed to be done. 

Sure, the subtle flirting, something he didn't realize he knew how to do until Sedene pointed it out— that was alright, he enjoyed watching you get flustered, enjoyed that delicious smell that followed you when your cheeks grew heated. 

He danced with you, because everything in his body screamed for your touch, and that was an appropriate excuse to hold you close. 

But to actually confess his feelings? Something he didn't think he would have to do? 

But really— what did he think was going to happen? That he would continue prancing around, pretending to be fine with just giving you gifts and receiving your dutiful attention in the office, then going home alone to wallow in his suffering? 

No, he wanted you, he’d come to that conclusion a long time ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to admit it. 

He went through the motions of the rest of the evening with a fine glaze over his eyes, not really interested, but pretending to enjoy himself lest his guests become offended. He danced with Lady Furina, had snacks and desserts with the traveler and that harbinger, Tartaglia, who only made subtle comments asking for a sort of rematch, though Neuvillette wouldn’t really classify what happened between them as a battle. It was more of a silencing of a wild animal, putting a stop to something causing too much commotion for his liking. Regardless, he was civil, but he couldn’t help but look for you in his peripherals, and every time he would look, you’d be looking too, shyly avoiding his gaze at the last second. 

By the seven, he wanted you. He’d curse himself thrice over for ever letting you think you were unworthy of feeling his affections. Of caring for him in return. 

The ball started to die down, and he found himself starting to get restless, his instincts were itching and pulling at his skin, making him want to act instead of just standing there. Finally he broke, finding you in the thinning crowd and resting a hand on the small of your back, reveling in the heat from your bare skin against his glove. 

“Would you be interested in accompanying me on my walk home? Perhaps stay a bit for some tea?” he asked, softly as to not let others hear. 

“You’re wanting to go home already?” You turned to him, smirking. “Ah… I suppose you’ve lasted long enough.” 

“Do you think if we snuck out now, we could avoid Furina spotting us?” he asked, revealing that he’d already grabbed your cloak and his coat from the check. 

You giggled behind a satin glove, looking around a bit before you spotted the former archon across the room. 

You subtly flagged down the traveler, leaning in to whisper in her ear. The blonde nodded, making a beeline for Furina, guiding her away from the eye line of the door and out of sight. 

“Lumine is going to cover for us.” You whispered, grabbing his arm. “Let’s go, quick!’ 

You both made a hasty escape out of the conference hall, walking to the entrance of the Palais before you realized it was still raining. 

Neuvillette graciously slipped your cloak around your shoulders, and you shuddered as his fingertips brushed your bare skin, making him shudder as well, suppressing the urge to purr in delight. 

He pulled your hood up around your hair, making sure the bow in front was secure before pulling on his coat. 

“Are you ready?” He asked, gesturing to the downpour. 

You smiled, “You know I love the rain.”

He grabbed your hand, smiling as you squealed as you both ran out into the storm. You otherwise would have been soaked to the bone, shivering from the cold, but he’d requested both of the outfits to be made entirely waterproof, so the droplets merely rolled right off the both of you. 

It didn't stop the wind from pulling at your hood, making you giggle as you tried to keep it down over your hair. 

His hair was soaked, and as he guided you along the darkened streets, only the lamps illuminating your path, you spoke out to him. 

“Are you sure this isn’t one of your rain storms?” 

“I assure you it’s most natural.” He said, raising his voice above the sound of the water hitting the pavement. “I technically could stop it, if you’d like.” 

“No,” you giggled, looking up at him as you walked swiftly alongside him, still hand in hand. “I was just making sure you’re happy.” 

He stopped, taking in your words. You turned to look at him, pulling your hand free from his grip. 

“You are happy, yes?” You asked. 

“I’ve never been happier, I think.” He said, just soft enough you could barely hear it over the rain. 

“Neuvillette—“ you said as he grabbed your hand, trying to pull you along once more. 

“Come, let’s get to the house,” he said, “I need to tell you something.” 

“Neuvillette,” you stopped him, pulling free once more. 

He turned around to face you, feeling a little taken aback at how serious you looked. You were so beautiful, standing in the rain like this, eyes filled with determination. 

“Neuvillette, I—“

he interrupted you, “come, let's get to the house, we can speak ther—“

”I think I'm in love with you!” You shouted over the rain. 

He gaped at you, eyes wide with shock for a moment. He never…. He never expected you to say it, not now at least. 

“I’m in love with you.” You reiterated. 

You looked fearful, but yet so brave. Beautiful, enticing. You were everything. 

His chest pulled, and he found himself walking toward you at a near impossible speed, and before he knew exactly what he was doing, his hands were cupping your face and he was pulling you against him to press his mouth to yours. 

You made the cutest squeaking sound, but melted into his touch nearly immediately. The kiss grew deeper, and he found himself pulling you closer, touching you further. The hood of your cloak fell down, letting your hair join his in the exposure of the rain, the water dripping down your faces as he pulled and took and kissed you. The fire burning deep within him roared, the waters churning violently against their confinement. 

He wanted to devour you whole in this moment, and he picked you up, pulling his arms under your bottom to hold you even closer, kiss even deeper. 

You moaned out as his teeth knicked at your lips, he hadn’t even realized they’d grown sharper in the moments he’d been consuming you. He was losing his grip on his form, you were unraveling him at the seams. 

“I am also in love with you, if you hadn’t already surmised.” He mumbled against your lips as he pulled back. 

“Take me to your house, Neuvillette.” You breathed against him. “I want that tea you promised me.” 

He grinned. “You’ll get your tea, and so much more, my darling.” 

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The piece was worn again by Elisabeth Dermot Walsh as Elinor Carlisle in the 2003 episode of Poirot entitled Sad Cypress.

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R-18+; Burn For You (Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Summary - In a moment of panic the dwarven king proclaims you are his spouse and to your shock, everyone believes him due to a presumed meaningless kiss. Out of the pureness of your company's hearts, you and your 'lover' are sent off upon a honeymoon.

Warnings - Smut, language, screaming, mention of scars, female reader, female genitalia (reader), male genitalia (Thorin), nicknames (mainly reader), creampie, fluff (cheesy fluff).

Pronouns & POV - They/Them, third-person-ish

Word Count - 5,800+

A/N - I apologize in advance if this seems off at all, I had writers block whilst writing. I apologize for any grammar or anatomy mistakes.

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The tap of your bare feet against the creaking floor echoed throughout the luxurious room, the massive cypress walls towering over you as you reached the opposite end for what felt like the hundredth time.

The luxurious room you had been sent to out of the kindness of your company's heart, though this kindness was not one you expected nor did you deserve as this kindness was extended towards you in the illusion of a pre-existing marriage between you and the dwarven king. A falsified marriage.

A loud groan escaped your lips as you cradled your face within your soft palms, your torso hunching over allowing your fingernails to rest against the cold wooden walls. Out of all the idiotic, selfish, and outright miserable plans Thorin had to get you involved in he had to settle on this!

It was only a few days prior when the newly crowned king had come rushing over to you, the clink of covered feet meeting the cold ground echoed throughout the stone halls as he inched closer to you.

"Y/N, I do not have much time to explain, however," He began, his voice wavering slightly as the cold mountain air graced his lungs. "I need you to agree with me in a few moments. Please. "

The words were barely given a chance to process as you were approached by another dwarf, a friendly face whom you had accompanied throughout their treacherous journey.

" Thorin! There you are, lad." The elder dwarf stopped a few feet across from you, lowering his head slightly towards you as his lips curved upwards into a kind smile.

"Balin, may we discuss this matter later?" The king pleaded as he inched behind you as if you were a shield against his kind adviser. "We cannot! You have her waiting in there, Thorin...she's mortified ." Balin sighed, his calloused fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes shut for a moment.

" As am I! " The deep voice boomed throughout the busied halls, all noise within the mountain came to a halt as the words bounced from one end to another. "Thorin, I understand this is not what you had planned but it must be done for our people!"

" I cannot be wed to her! " The king continued to inch further behind you, the pressure of his muscular arm embracing your lower abdomen the only thing that proved he had not fled.

"Thorin, I understand you dislike her but you may grow to love her one day if you just-" The adviser's words came to a halt as his eyes finally opened, the sight of his king's arm wrapped upon your waist making his eyes widen further.

"I cannot marry that woman as I have already wed," Thorin announced leaving the pair of you stunned, your eyes darting between the king who peeked out from behind you towards his adviser. "Y/N is my wife. I shall not entertain such thoughts of marriage outside of my own." The words ringing throughout your ears as your lower fell open, your mouth agape like a fish freshly pulled out of water.

The grip upon your waist tightening as the king stood upon the tips of his toes, his hot breath upon your breath as the corners of his lips curved upwards into a smile. "Go with it, please." The low whisper barely caught your ear as his rough lips pressed against your cheek, a heat quickly spreading beneath the flesh of your cheeks while your eyes widened to match the size of his adviser's.

"You are?" A pale bushy brow raised in your direction as desperate ocean eyes burned into your skull, a low exhale escaping your nose before you leaned into the king's sturdy grip. " We are , we've been wed for a while now." The warm embrace of your soft palm against Thorin's cheek made him momentarily melt within your touch, a familiar touch he had forgotten how long he had truly yearned for.

"We were waiting to announce our marriage, we wished to have Erebor reclaimed before any joyous occasions took place." Thorin's explanation caused the elder dwarf's face to break out into a wide smile, his gaze upon the two of you softening as he welcomed both of you within his tight grip.

"That is wonderful, Thorin! And such a wonderful wife you have wed!" The tight squeeze around you two tightening further for a moment before he released, soft pats on the back being switched between Thorin and yourself as the wise dwarf went on about how wonderful your marriage would be for dwarves and humans.

"Though this is a joyous occasion, I am afraid I have to extend the news to our guests...and pay that bet. I guess that kiss did mean something after all... " The last bits of his sentence barely caught your ear as the wise dwarf turned away from the pair of you, both left in shock within the soft grasp of one another as the wise dwarf rushed off in the opposite direction.

The click of the heavy wooden door unlocking anchored you back from your deep thoughts, the anger within your veins momentarily replacing with hope as you approached the dwarven king. The way your desperate gem-colored eyes peered into his hopefully tugged within the strings of his heart, was he truly that awful to be around?

"Please tell me you found a loop-hole." The softness of your tone further tugged at his strained heart, the low sigh escaping his slightly chapped lips telling you everything before he could even speak.

"Y/N, I am aware this is not ideal-" "Oh, do you Thorin?!" You scoffed as you turned away from the dwarven king, your gaze fell upon the low fire. "I had plans, Thorin! Plans I intend to see through!" The fire crackled and hissed as you tossed another piece of wood into it.

"I know, Y/N. I know." The king's low sigh was shortly accompanied by your bed creaking beneath his weight, his calloused hands cradling his skull as he searched his mind for anything that may save the two of you from this embarrassment. "For now, we should rest and attempt to enjoy this honeymoon."

"So this is what you call a honeymoon?" The words coming out as a low scoff as you rested your upper arm upon the brick fireplace, the soft heat which emitted onto your arm soothing compared to the nip of the bitter air outside.

"Thorin, we have been pacing around our separate rooms trying to outrun this elaborate ruse!" Your voice rising with anger, one hand tightening around the edge of the upper fireplace whilst the other embraced your thumb tightly. "We're doomed, Thorin! We can't escape this!"

"Y/N, stop it." The warning within his deep tone merely added more fuel into the fire which roamed throughout your blood, the subtle dance of anger which swayed throughout your blood at his previous actions turned into a full-blown waltz of rage at this sudden command.

"Oh, please forgive me, your grace!" You scoffed as you turned towards him, his head still rested within his palms as if he were a dwarfling in trouble. "Your grace?" His gaze never met yours as his ocean eyes stayed glued upon the wooden floor.

"You can't even look me in the face!" "That's not true!" The blur of his brunette hair moving back catching your eyes before the deeply pained look upon his face did, the endless waves within his ocean eyes filled with guilt as they burned into you.

"And now I am forced to lie in this mess you made!" Your gaze quickly darted away from his back onto the low fire, fire you wished would overrun this room and save you from this mess.

"The mess we made, Y/N. I did not force your hand." The creak of the bed shifting at the lack of his weight echoed alongside the low crackles within the room, though he was right you did not need to play along, the statement did not aid the anger you felt.

"This was all your mistake!" "How is this my mistake? You agreed to this!" His voice rose as anger trickled into his veins, anger at himself rather than you. If he were man enough and simply confessed far before that woman stepped foot upon Erebor soil this might not have happened yet in a moment of panic, he acted upon an idiotic plan to cling onto you for one last time.

"You kissed me after the battle, Thorin! Do not act as if you have forgotten!" A familiar heat flooded beneath the flesh of your cheeks as the vivid memory of that day came back to you, a memory which always accompanied the lingering sensation of his lips upon yours.

The battle began to die down, corpses of your fellow friends and foes flooded the battlefield alongside the wounded yet you still pushed on. The clink of your covered feet against the icy ground was the only noise you could hear other than the ringing within your ear, the once brutal feeling of the freezing air nipping against your opened wounds going numb as your burning limbs pushed forwards.

Every corpse you passed upon the trail momentarily catching your gaze, each unknown corpse granted filled you with a moment of relief and further pumped adrenaline within your veins. Your sight narrowed down the path before you while you continued to sprint forwards, silently praying to the gods you would not find your friends like this. Not now nor ever.

" Y/N! " The hoarse yell stopped all movement within your body, your head whipping around towards the direction of the voice, a wave of relief washed over you as you began sprinting towards the golden-haired dwarf. " Fili! " Your hoarse voice was full of joy as you threw your arms around him ignoring the ripping pain of your wounds within your skin, one of Dis' sons had survived!

"How injured are you?" The panicked question caused laughter to slip out of the dwarf's chapped lips as you looked over his form, the smallest shake of his head making your brow furrow slightly. "Y/N, this was war. I am lucky to be standing in front of you right now." The warmth of his calloused palm against your clothed shoulder momentarily soothing away the nerves within you, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you nodded your head.

"What of Thorin and Kili? Did they-” ”They live, I promise you that." The joyous news of your friends' survival made your legs tremble beneath you, the panic which once fueled you now drained away as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "The gods have been kind today." The whisper catching the golden-haired dwarf's ear as you brought him into another embrace, your body trembling as you clung onto his shorter form.

" Fili! " The boom of Thorin's voice interrupting the tender moment between you and the often pesky dwarf you called a friend, the corners of your lips curved upwards into a wide smile as you released the tight grip upon his nephew. " I'm over here, Uncle! I found Y/N! " Fili shouted back as you turned around, relieved laughter slipping through your lips as you waved up at the new king and his other nephew.

In what felt like a matter of mere seconds the remaining kin of Durin stood beside you, Kili was quick to throw his arms around you while Thorin lingered a few feet behind. "Any poisoned wounds I should mind?" "You get shot with one, one , poisoned arrow and that is all you are known for." The youngest dwarf scoffed as he pulled away from the embrace, the attempt to seem annoyed quickly failing as laughter bubbled out of his throat.

Laughter which had died down the moment his uncle began to approach, the crunch of his heavy boots against the ground filling the tense air as your gemstone eyes glanced over him. " Y/N ." His nephews were quick to nudge you towards him, soft giggles barely catching your ears as they attempted to shush each other.

"You're bleeding." His gaze softened as it fell upon your open wounds, worry and rage trickling within his veins as his calloused palm wrapped tightly around your upper arm. "Who did this to you?" A faint hiss escaping your lips as his thumb traced around a wound, a low sorry escaping his lips as you shook your head.

"Thorin that is not important-" The words dying upon your tongue as a calloused palm encased your cheek, the sudden sensation of his chapped lips upon yours and tickle of his beard against your soft skin froze every muscle within your body. Your eyes widening as his lips melded into yours for a few moments before he pulled away, though you had not expected it the lack of warmth against your lips left a lingering desire for more.

" It is important to me, Y/N ." Words that would keep you up from the sweet embrace of slumber, words which would fill your mind within your most peculiar of daydreams, and words you secretly dreamed of being true despite your current anger towards it happening within these moments.

"I was prepared to take my life that day!" The king's deflection snapping you out of your haze of memories, memories you still longed for despite the fear you felt within those moments. "Thorin you do not understand." You groaned, your soft palms covering your face as an annoyed exhale escaped your nostrils.

"Then help me understand, Y/N." His tone softened as he began to move towards you, the floor creaking softly with each step he took. "With that kiss, I stole your fate, Thorin!" The moment your hands slid off of your face you were greeted with his ocean eyes peering into you, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he shook his head slightly.

"Y/N, I stole your fate that day." "Repeating me, Thorin? We are not children." You scoffed moving back from the dwarven king, his eyes softening with sadness at your sudden movement. "I stole your fate-" You began to deflect his words yet the words died upon your tongue as Thorin began to move closer to you. Though his height was not mighty, the anger that had irradiated off of his body made him appear far mightier than Beorn.

"No, I stole your fate!" The boom of his voice bounced off of the cypress walls before catching within your ears, a calloused palm encasing your shoulder with a tight squeeze. "Thorin, I do not understand...you did not mean for this to happen." Your words made the king shake his head with displeasure, the waves within his ocean eyes dying down as he took a deep inhale.

"And now you may be forced to love a man you hate..." A sigh escaped his lips as he released his grip upon your arm, his gaze slowly shifting from yours onto the floor. "Thorin, I..." Any words you could think of died on your tongue as you stared down at the dwarven king, a twinge of guilt trickled within your veins.

"I know you do not feel the same, Y/N, but I burn for you." The volume of his words a mere whisper as his gaze stayed glued upon the floor, the possibility of his one denying his affection far more terrifying than any blade Azog wielded or the heat of Smaug's breath.

"You burn for me?" Your voice matching his in softness as you cradled the side of his face within your palm, his gaze shifting up towards you while he softly nodded into your hand. "I burn for you." He repeated, the waves within his ocean eyes rising with hope as he stared into your gemstone-colored ones.

"Thorin, I burn for you." The words left the dwarven king stunned for a few seconds, his eyes widened in shock as his mouth fell open. "I...say it again." The words a soft plea as he leaned further into your touch, desperate for the warming sensation to assure him that this was in fact reality and not but another dream.

"I burn for you, Thorin. I burn." The words were barely given a chance to leave your soft lips as his chapped pair encompassed them, his lips tasting faintly of ale and apples he consumed moments before his entrance into your room.

The lids of your eyes fluttered shut as the king melted within the touch of your palm, your lips parting slightly allowing his tongue to slip within your mouth. The shared thud of your heartbeats began to rise in pace as the hand which once cradled his scratchy cheek roamed throughout his silky locks as you continued to breathe each other in.

Time around you came to a halt, a wave of warmth tingling throughout your body as you felt the leaning of weight against you, his muscular arms pulled you in closer as he continued to claim your mouth with his.

The warmth upon your lips suddenly departing along with the pressure of his weight against yours, the lids of your eyes fluttering open as the sensation of his lips on yours lingered behind.

"Why did you stop?" The question came out as a whine as your glazed-over eyes bore into his, the corners of his lips curving upwards into a gentle smile as a soft exhale escaped his nose.

"Because I fear if I did not I would no longer be able to restrain myself." The smooth flesh of your chin resting on top of his balled-up fingers as his calloused thumb lightly traced the shape of your plump lips for a few moments before he backed away from you.

"What if I do not want you to restrain yourself?" The floor creaked underneath your bare feet as you closed the newly created gap between you and the king. "Y/N," The bright glint within his ocean eyes dimmed at your words, his teeth sinking into the inner flesh of his cheek. "be careful of the words you speak." He warned lowly, his shorter stature inching closer towards you pushing you back towards the bed as your lips curved upwards into a mischievous smile.

"Or what, your grace?" The words were not given a full chance to escape your lips when his lips covered yours again, the harmonious way your lips melded against one another was purely hypnotic beyond all reason.

The familiar taste of his lips against yours further silenced all thoughts as a wave of warmth spread throughout your body, his toned arms pulled you in closer as they wrapped behind your neck.

The lids of your jewel-colored eyes fluttered shut as the fluttering beneath your ribs intensified, your knees growing weaker with each kiss as you could only focus on how perfectly his lips felt upon yours.

Though the lids of your eyes fluttered shut, his ocean ones stayed half-opened as he would often gaze upon you each time he pulled back for air allowing him to take in all of your perfection at your most relaxed state.

You were everything he could have dreamt of and more within a partner and now he had you for himself, part of him wondering if this was another cruel fantasy yet those thoughts faded away as he felt the sway of your body against his.

His rough hands were quick to slide out from behind your neck and onto your shoulders, pushing you back onto the bed before your knees gave out on you. The bed creaked slightly at the shift in weight as you sank into the plush mattress, your eyes opening at the sudden movement as you shifted your weight up into your elbows propping yourself up to gain a better view of the man who towered over you.

The speed at which your chest rose and fell quickened as his lust-filled eyes burned holes into your sprawled out form, the corners of his thin lips curved upwards. "I need you to tell me to leave right now if you do not want this," The hotness of his breath tickled your lips as his lips hovered over yours. "if you do not want me."

"Thorin, shut up and fuck me." The man before you wasted no time shedding his garments, his calloused hands quick to unravel yours. His hands momentarily hovering over your bare form, all words and thoughts being freed from his mind as he stood there in awe of the deity sprawled out beneath him.

To say the gods had taken their time carving you out of the most luxurious marble was truly an understatement within the king's eyes, each inch of your flesh more heavenly than he could have ever dreamt of. Gazing upon you was as if someone had gathered all of his desires and melted them down into a cast of a human's form, or rather a deity as he refused to believe someone as purely ethereal as you could belong to them.

His calloused hands began to roam your heavenly form, slowly gliding down every curve and ounce of your flesh. The tips of his rough fingers lightly kissing each scar and indent your flesh held for a moment before gliding to the next mass of flesh, though your skin held imperfections, each one only made him love and admire you more.

"You're perfect." The vibrations of his words against your neck accompanied by the faint tickle of his fingers inching closer towards your lower abdomen sent a shiver down your spine, his lips pressing against the flesh between your neck and shoulder, nipping at it slightly sending another shiver throughout your body.

His sturdy hand inching closer to the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, the tip of his thumb hovering a mere speck above it before delicately coming into contact with it. Small circles being traced upon your clit as he sucked upon the most sensitive spot on your neck, your toes beginning to curl at the sudden sensations as a soft gasp slipped through your lips.

While his thumb toyed with your sensitive bundle of nerves the tips of his opposite fingers ghosted over your glistening entrance, the faint pressure and burn of his thick fingers delving inside of you allowed yet another gasp to slip through your lips.

His fingers filling your dripping cunt to the brim, the gentle stretch deep within you making your eyes loop upwards towards the back of your skull, his fingers moving at a painfully slow pace allowed you to feel every stretch and curl of his fingers deep within you.

"Thorin, please." The desperate whine was music to his ears, his fingers coming to a complete halt inside of you despite your displeasure. "Please, what?" "Please fuck me already." Another displeased whine escaping your lips as the pressure within you subsided, his glistening fingers hovering out of your drenched entrance as he pulled himself away from you.

"Patience, my love." The king hummed lowly, his calloused hand wrapping around his enlarged cock before he aligned the tip with your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against it slowly allowing another displeased groan to slip through your lips.

"You're such an ass-" The attempt to speak dying upon your tongue as the tip of his throbbing cock began to push inside of you without fair warning, a mischievous grin spread upon the king's lips as your hands slid up from the bed and onto his hips.

The faint sting of being stretched out as he continued to ease his cock into you accompanied the sting he felt as your nails dug into his toned hips, the gentle sting of his cock stretching out your inner walls allowed your eyes to roll to loop up towards the back of your skull.

Though you had imagined this moment many times before yet nothing you had imagined before had lived up to this, it was as if the gods had handcrafted him meld with and within you perfectly.

"Fuck." He groaned tilting his head backward, the lids of his eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation of your drenched inner walls squeezing around his throbbing cock. His length slowly slid out of out, nothing but the tip resting inside of you for a few moments before he pushed into you yet again.

A slow rhythm arising from his hips as he continued to thrust into you deeply, each inch of his aching cock carving itself deeper within your heavenly walls at each movement he made. The once silent room filled with only the small crackles of the fire quickly filled with the melody of his skin slapping against yours.

The tip of his calloused thumb coming into contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves as the speed of his hips slowly began to quicken, your nails dragging down his hips to the sides of his thighs as a familiar tingle began to rise from the tips of your toes.

"You take me so well, wife." The groan of praise coming out as a tease as his hips continued to slam into yours, each thrust striking the most sensitive spot in your core as the movements of his hips became rougher. His calloused thumb tracing small circles on your clit as he leaned his weight further into you, stretching out depths you had yet to reach before him.

The intense squeeze earned another groan from his thin lips, his eyes squeezing together tightly for a moment as the speed within his hips became faster. The near entirety of his weight in each thrust as he attempted to cling onto the sensation like the way your drenched cunt clung around his cock.

A familiar knot began to tangle within the pit of your stomach as he continuously struck that spot deep within you, your hands sliding away from his hips back to the furs beneath you. "Oh fuck! Right there, please don't stop!" You yelped out, your loud cries ringing throughout the room.

Any concerns which previously lingered within the dwarf's mind fading away at the sound of your moans as his lust consumed him while he attempted to recreate that motion, a faint burn spreading throughout his hips which he paid no mind to as he continuously struck deep within your core.

"Ah!" His hand gliding away from your sensitive bundle of nerves and onto your thighs as his thrusts quickly grew animalistic, small trembles wracking throughout your body as you clawed at the furs beneath you. A faint sheen of sweat glistening upon your forehead as you tilted your head back against the plush mattress, the fresh marks he had left upon your neck on full display.

"Fuck! Thorin, I can't hold-" The choked out words being cut off with whine as the knot within our stomach threatened to split, soft groans escaping his lips as your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock.

"Then don't." He whispered, the burn within his hips turning ablaze at the pace of his animalistic thrusts. Each thrust rammed his cock into the most sensitive spots within your core as he reached his hand back between your legs, his thumb finding its spot upon your tense bundle of nerves as he circled it perfectly.

"Let it all out, my love." He hummed through moans of his own, the knot within your stomach tightening as a familiar static spread up from the tips of your toes, each sloppy thrust nudging you closer to the endless abyss of pleasure you had yearned for.

Despite your grip tightening upon the furs beneath you, your limbs began to feel as weightless as the birds which soared throughout middle-earth.

The rough tip of his thumb gently grazing the now overly sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. "Oh!" Your body arching into his touch as your nails clawed deeper into the furs beneath you, a wave of electricity roaming throughout your body as the knot deep within you snapped. His name was an endless prayer upon your lips as you sank deeper down that heavenly abyss, small trembles wracking throughout your body as your pussy fluttered around his aching cock.

How your flesh bounced so perfectly with each thrust he made, how your hands clawed at the furs beneath you desperate to keep yourself steady, how your inner walls fluttered and tightened around his cock as you sank further down into the abyss, and how his name was the only word you could muster as he relentlessly pounded into your beaten cunt was nearing far too much for the dwarven king.

"Fuck, Y/N!" The low words lightly nudging you back into reality, everything still a haze as your cunt continued to milk around his cock, the crisp air finally greeting your lungs while you trembled beneath him. His hips relentlessly slamming into yours as the strings within him pulled tightly, the knot deep within his stomach at the verge of snapping.

A spew of ineligible moans slipping through his lips as his hips continued to roughly buck into yours, a hand gliding down from your left thigh back in between your legs. The tip of his rough thumb quickly circled on your clit as he desperately attempted to pull on more orgasm from you before he rode out his own.

"Holy fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The pathetic cries of the king echoing throughout the room as his grip upon your thighs tightened, the skin on his knuckles turning as white as the snow outside your door as the knot within him finally unraveled.

His weight further pressing into you while his hips roughly bucked into yours, his thumb twiddled around the sensitive bundle of nerves sending another wave of electricity wracked throughout your body.

The knot within his stomach completely unraveled as white-hot ribbons painted the inside of your depths, the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim with him pushed you off the endless cliff of pleasure.

Your toes curling as your body trembled beneath him, the creak of the bed ringing throughout the room alongside your ragged breaths as he leaned his weight into yours. His head buried within the crook of your neck, his rough hands moving away from their previous positions as he cradled you within his toned arms.

"I've got you." The words were nothing but breathy laughter while his cock continued to pulsate deep within you, the faint tickle of his lips upon your neck accompanied his hot breath as he muttered sweet nothings in dwarvish.

Many of those sweet nothings were confessions of his undying love and admiration for you alongside his soft thanks to the gods for creating you, his better half, his one.

"Are you okay?" His brow furrowing with worry as he raised his head from the crook of your neck, the corners of your lips curving upwards at the worry within his tone. It was as if he was not slamming into you mere moments before, his rough palm cupping the side of your soft face while he looked over your bare form.

"Thorin, I am fine." The hoarse words scratching the back of your throat upon exit, your brows furrowing together as you hummed slightly in an attempt to soothe it. Had you truly been that loud? A faint heat radiating off of your cheeks as you leaned into Thorin's gentle touch.

A relieved chuckle escaped his lips as his grip upon you loosened, pulling his softened cock out of your depths before lying next to you wrapping you back in his muscular arms. A pleased sigh escaping your nose as you inched closer towards him, the weight of your head against his chest allowed his hazy smile to grow wider.

"I'm sorry that I-" His words came to a halt as your finger rested upon his chapped lips, a faint shushing escaping yours as you snuggled further into the king. "Thorin, my love, I do not have the energy for any discussions right now." The soft hum nearly masked by the low crackle of the fire not far from you, the warmth which radiated off of the dwarf beneath melting away the last bit of energy your body held.

A low chuckle vibrated against your finger as he took your soft hand into his calloused one, the faint tickle of his beard grazing upon the back of your hand as he pressed his lips against it. "Rest all you need, my heart. I will still be here when you wake." The soft embrace of the furs around your bare form was quick to lull you into a peaceful slumber, the corners of your lips curving slightly upwards into a blissful grin as you melted into the soothing embrace of your lover.

The welcoming embrace of sleep not far behind for the king yet he forced the lids of his eyes to stay open, wanting nothing more than to gaze upon the beautiful creature who rested upon his chest. The faint golden heat from the fire glowed cradled your stunning features, the faint smile upon his lips grew wider as a pleased exhale escaped his nose, how kind the gods were to bless him with such a strong, clever, and overall stunning spouse.

Within these blissful moments with you, he had finally realized that all the hardships he experienced throughout his travels and the sickness he experienced within the mountain's halls, what he was truly seeking, what truly put him under a spell, was you.

The tips of his fingers lightly traced upon the golden light that cradled your cheek causing you to stir slightly before melting further into his chest, the soft pressure of his lips upon your forehead one of the last actions he did as the soothing harmony of sleep called his name.

The once elaborate ruse had quickly become the truth making the return upon Erebor soil far less stressful than expected, the most stressful event to transpire that day was Dis tackling you onto the cold marble ground whilst screaming up and down the mountain halls that she finally had a sister.

The king's nephews, or rather your nephews, following within their mother's steps as they spun you around gifting you with the title "Auntie" before rushing to every dwarf within Erebor to give a proper introduction of you despite Thorin's complaints, complaints which died down the moment he watched you stick out your hand and proclaim yourself as part of their family.

The simple action sealing your fate within those mountain halls, a fate you welcomed with open arms and a smile similar to how you would greet every dwarfling, and later a tiny red-headed dwelfing, that ran over to you in glee with tales of their own to share.

A wide smile glued upon your lips as your previous company began to tease you upon the knowledge of your new title after an onslaught of tight squeezes, all within Erebor welcoming you as one of their own as news spread throughout middle-earth of the rise of the new heart within the misty mountain, you.

Maybe, just maybe, one of Thorin's elaborate ruses was not so awful after all.

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#thorin x fem!reader #thorin x fem!reader smut #thorin x y/n #thorin oakenshield smut #thorin smut #smut

[orion4ever]

HIIII! It's the paranormal enthusiast mc anon again, I loved that SMSM THANK YOUUU! I'm back with another request :)

(Sorry if this is worded wierd, I couldn't figure out how to word it lmao)

Could I request a Baxter x past dance partner MC? MC used to do competitive dancing, and during contests and competitions in their past the two were often paired together. They immediately clicked the first time they danced together, and paired with eachother every chance they could get. After step 2, maybe mc stopped dancing or something happened that caused them to stop being paired together/not see eachother as often, and they didn't meet again until the summer :)

gsjskw aaaaaah I don't know how to word this correctly and I apologize if it's too specific, feel free to change this around or edit it if you want to!

Thank you again, and have a wonderful day/night! :>

Author’s Note: ….Okay this is freaky af because I WAS LITERALLY RETHINKING THIS SCENARIO IN MY HEAD. Are you a mind reader? 😦 if you couldn’t tell, I went HARD with this request! I wrote this with the MC and Baxter not meeting at the Soiree moment but at this competition instead.

Pairing: Baxter Ward x MC

🖤🤍

Let me set the stage-

You and Baxter are both very talented dancers , maybe the best in the pacific region’s teen category.

You have been fostering this skill since you were a little kid and have proven to your dancing instructor at the Cypress of your affinity with ballroom dancing.

All the cypresses in America held a ballroom dance competition with each Cypress nominating one person per age group to represent their location at the contest.

At age 13, you were selected to represent the teen and pre-teen category!

You were a bit nervous about it, especially it being your first competition.

You also didn’t expect to be making a charming new friend, or a future summer boyfriend.

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You stood in the huge dancing hall, the tall shiny roof and shiny marble floors showing a reflection of yourself. The trip hadn’t been too long, this year’s annual competition took place at a Cypress in Nevada.

You looked around the room and noticed people of varying ages, you zeroed in on any kids around your age to ‘scope out the competition’ as your instructor would call it.

In the distance, an older gentleman pulled a mic from under a cabinet in a far-off corner of the room and tapped it a few times.

“Testing….testing…Welcome! To the annual ballroom competition. We would like to thank all our out-of-staters for making the trip to the Cypress’s Nevada location.”

The big room echoed with a loud applause from the crowd. The older man allowed them to finish before continuing.

“For any new competitors, I will quickly go over any etiquette and rules. Two competitors, each representing a different state but sharing an age category will pair up. They will be competing together and will both receive a trophy for their Cypress.”

Some of the pre-teens groaned at having to socialize with strangers, earning a few giggles from the older dancers.

“We do this to save on time and…to make it more interesting. As dancers, you should experiment with other dancing partners to see who matches your style and rhythm; like a therapist.”

The older gentleman added that last part to joke but it only earned a cough and an awkward laugh from the other side of the room.

“…AHEM. Uh yeah! We will start with the younger category, Categories teens and up should begin pairing with their dancing partners. Remember, it’s all friendly competition here!”

The older gentleman put the mic down and scratched his head, clearly embarrassed that his one joke landed flat.

The little kids all ran towards the middle of the dance floor and started pairing up quickly with each other, laughing and already giving each other hugs.

You envied how quickly they could make friends and pair up, maybe it’s them not having any awkwardness to them yet. You couldn’t say the same for the other categories all either awkwardly shuffling towards new people or instantly jogging towards acquaintances and friends.

You stood to the side and looked around, you were a bit anxious about the possibility that you would be left without a partner. You weren’t mentally prepared to meet any new dance partner.

You twiddled your thumbs and watched on. You were just about to test your luck with a teen who looked just as awkward when you felt a noticeable tap on your shoulder.

You turned around and spotted a very handsome boy, maybe a year older than you. His casual smile widened when he got a look at your face. His hair was a dark black. His skin, was pale and pink at the cheeks. A mole placed on his neck and finally the most intense

Deep brown eyes.

He looked as if he should be modeling for DIOR or if he should be a star in some movie. His neatly pressed suit made him look like a prince.

“Hello there. I am Baxter, Baxter Ward.” He introduced himself, extending a hand for you to shake.

“I noticed that you don’t have a partner and I was hoping to fix that.” He said. The young man had a distinctive voice.

You gave him a neutral smile and shook his hand back.

“I am Y/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You greeted him in return and then answered his question.

“That would be great actually, This is my first competition so I am a little all over the place.” You chuckled nervously, rubbing your arm. The brown-eyed boy nodded.

“It gets easier, I promise.” He reassured before asking a different question.

“Which state are you representing?”

“Oh, uh I am representing California!” You replied, crossing your arms proudly. Baxter’s face somehow brightened even more.

“Oh, wow! How wonderful, I am representing Oregon.” He chuckled. You made a small exaggerated gasp before lightly clapping your hands together.

“We’re like..like neighbors! That's so cool!” You grinned.

Baxter paused at the thought, putting a hand to his chin in an equally exaggerated way.

“I never thought of it that way..” he said thoughtfully before giving you a polite but genuine smile.

“Let’s do good for Oregon and California then.” He said confidently, you nodded at the sentiment.

You and your new dance partner now stood next to each other, watching the little babies dance with each other. While they’re dancing was silly, they all looked to be having fun and some even paused their swinging to ask the other what their favorite colors were or if they wanted to get ice cream after the competition.

Baxter made an amused sound before turning back to you, wanting to make conversation and also…wanting to hear your insight.

“If only we could all make friends that quickly.” He sighed softly, stuffing a hand in his pocket.

“Tell me about it.” You chuckled. “What makes it easier for them anyway? Are they just more social?” You questioned more to fill the air than actually wanting hearing an answer so you weren’t expecting Baxter to reply with his own opinion.

“I personally think it’s because they aren’t as burdened with fears of rejection yet, it makes them more confident.” He commented. You blinked before agreeing.

“That makes sense. I wonder where all that confidence goes when we age.”

It was silent again, the younger categories finished up their round with everybody including the both of you, giving a round of applause for them.

“We will now have the preteen and teen division go up next.”

Baxter turned to you and offered a hand. “Shall we?”

You in return, took his hand “We shall.”

The two of you walked to the middle of the room and got into position. Baxter took the initiative and offered to lead. The older gentleman behind the counter hit a few buttons to activate the music in the speakers. The other contestants began to dance and spin around, unlike how silly and unserious the way the babies danced; everybody currently on the floor struggled to get acquainted with their dance partner’s style. Lots of accidental stepping-on and half spins that didn’t go through.

You and Baxter were extremely different though. While you guys did start a little rocky, with never dancing with each other before. The two of you warmed up quickly and danced very well together.

You two swung and spun around as if you guys had danced with each other billions of times.

But more importantly, it looked as if Baxter was having fun dancing with you.

And you enjoyed how familiar and fun it was to dance with him.

Baxter whispered something to you, “You are very talented,….and you have nice legs.”

“Wait what?”

It was now an unofficial tradition to pair up together, and you guys did for the next two years. While you and Baxter weren’t that close back then, you still had fun conversing with one another and being able to dance so freely with each other; you enjoyed how straightforward he was and lightly teased him for how formal he sounded and he played around and equally enjoyed your company, you didn’t know it then but you two felt a click.

So it was extremely unfortunate when you injured your ankle permanently and would have to stop dancing for a while, it had happened during the winter so you weren’t able to tell that charming boy goodbye or to explain to him why his dance partner had suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth. It broke your heart, that those sparks you had when you danced with him would never be replicated.

You never thought you would see him again, Until that fateful summer of 2016. You sat in both awe and shock as Baxter stepped out from the passenger side of his taxi, he turned towards you and Cove; his neutral eyes narrowing when he took a look at you before a look of recollection replaced it.

“…Y/N? Is that you over there?” He questioned loud enough for you to hear.

“BAXTER??”

Cove looked between the both of you. “Huh?”

#olba #baxter ward #our life beginnings & always #olba baxter #fanfic #orion4ever #gb patch #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc

[stridersdiner]

What about Rancher!Graves as a kid.

It's established that he's a blonde-haired and blue-eyed American with nothing but love for guns, cows, and his family.

What about this smug asshole as a kid. Middle school aged, maybe.

There's so much love in his life. Raised with chivalry from Pa, gentleness from Ma, certain sass and a "take no shit" attitude from Memaw and Joseph, and a damn good eye for detail from Pop-pop. The walls of the house are littered with framed photographs of the whole family, and there's more photo albums than you can count with two hands.

He's so excited for the school year to end. The school bus drops him off at the end of the dirt path to his family's ranch, and he barely waves goodbye to his friends before he's practically full sprinting towards the big wooden gate to the land.

So excited to finally spend time with the animals and his pa, helping to fix that rickety ol' door in the barn where they keep the cows because Ma keeps complaining about it. It was a little lonely now that his older brother Joseph had shipped off to the army, but he occupied himself. Better to keep busy than to dwell.

Phil certainly spoiled the cows- hosing them up, brushing their coats, even hand drying them when they're finished shaking themselves off.

"Philly, knock it off, will ya? They're gon' start expectin' that from all of us if y' keep it up." "I promise I'll take care o' all of 'em!" "Better keep it- I'm tellin' Ma you said so."

And he does. Even when Pa wakes him up at the ass crack of dawn- when sunlight is barely creeping in towards the horizon- he's suddenly not so tired when he remembers that he's got to feed his cows. Pa has to grab him by the scruff of his neck to keep him from running down the hall.

"Ma'll kill us if y' don't brush yer teeth, boy. She's gonna know that toothbrush o' yers is bone dry. Go on."

He's barely washed his face properly before he's hopping down the stairs, jamming his feet into his boots, grabbing a slice of bread and a hard boiled egg, and hauling himself out the backdoor.

Midday breeze tousles his hair as he rests against the trunk of the big ol' bald cypress out by the horse pen, thumbing through a copy of the latest Spider-Man issue and chewing through an apple as he takes a break from helpin' Ma with her garden. He turns his head when he hears her voice call from the house.

"Philly, it's time for lunch!"

And he scampers off, comic in hand as he tosses the apple core off to the side for whatever animal to find and finish up. Honeysuckle sweet tea, ham sandwiches, fruit. Peaches, from his grandmother's little grove. Makes the damned best filling for his mother's pies- best in the whole state, he'd reckon.

Babes that wanted to be tagged:

@mockerycrow @kivi-no

#Rancher AU #Mini. #Graves. #Phillip Graves #This man fucking LOVES HIS COWS. #RRRAAAGHHHHH #Also giving him an older brother. #He just gives me “youngest child” energy in this AU. #Will expand on the family later. #My thoughts are so jumbled but I needed to get them out. #cod mw2 #cod mwii

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

It's Golden Hour Somewhere (Lovejoy)

They'll tell you this is normal, they'll tell you this is love/I'm not sure if the stuff I want is even worth the price it costs/Three cars in every garage and six seats between 'em/They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself/So tell me, is it normal to totally lose your mind?/I won't announce my sheer descent, but holy fuck, there will be signs

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HAVE YOUR HEARD IT????"

Fate Of The Stars (Tally Hall)

So the part where we are/Trapped in active depart/In the fate of the stars

"This shit has been stuck in my head for WEEKS specifically the part between the verse and the chorus. Part 1 is amazing and it is my song to block out the world to. PART 2 MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I MISSED OUT ON SOMETHING IMPORTANT BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IMPORTANT THING IS. and GOD the /harmonies/. So pretty."

It's Golden Hour Somwhere submitted by @gays-in-a-trenchcoat

Fate of the Stars submitted by @blue-cypress

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #lovejoy #tally hall

[albatris]

find the word tag!

thank you @illarian-rambling for tagging me in my favourite tag :3

my words are animal, ocean, pick and wall

ANIMAL

"Hey, Nat, where do you get your blood from?" She carried on without waiting for a reply. "I get mine from a slaughterhouse out in the country. Whole place run by vampires. Pretty neat business, super friendly. Do you want me to hook you up?"

Nat’s face scrunched up before he thought to stop it, and he was glad Riley was focused on the TV. "I couldn’t do that. I’m a vegetarian."

"Oh, dude, are you?" Riley said. "That’s fucking unfortunate. Vegetarian vampire. Oof. You squeamish about blood, then?"

Nat hadn’t considered this. "I’m… squeamish about animal blood. As long as I don’t drink animal blood I’m still a vegetarian."

"People don’t count?"

"Nah, I don’t think people count."

"Right on, dude." Riley skewered several aliens on her sword. "You’re so weird."

Nat filled the kettle and put it on.

"Animal blood isn’t as nice as human blood, anyway, hey?" Riley said. "But you’re not, like, killing someone every time you need a meal, right? Right? Nat?"

"No! Of course not!” Nat said. “I have a friend helping me out." A friend whose texts you’re ignoring.

OCEAN

Cypress Heights was one of those suburbs. Filled to bursting point with sprawling botanic gardens and multi-storey houses and boutique stores where everything cost more than Nat’s entire payslip. The streets were gorgeous and the schools were posh, but in the nice way. The way that spat out prim, proper kids born of opportunity, who always made a good impression on everyone and had articles written about them in newspapers. Darwelaide teen’s unconventional new method of cleaning oceans proves most effective world has ever seen!

Not to say all Cypress Heights kids were insanely successful, and not to say all Nats and Lyras were not. But if you scooped up a bucket of Cypress Heights kids and a bucket of Nats and Lyras and compared them as a whole, you could sure see the difference.

PICK

A pulse picked up pace somewhere ahead of him, hammering frantically out of time with his own, as his prey realised the position it was in. Nat started down the hall, footsteps light and springing and utterly soundless. He could hear it all, feel it all, in the vibrations through the building, in the air—the shuffling of a moving body, the swish of clothing in motion, the fearful, rapid press of shoes across tile. His throat ached. His mouth watered. The Garble pushed through his veins, tripped all the right wires in his head, sent pulsating, twitching, radiating warmth through every inch of his body. Rewarding him for the good job he was doing. Urging him to continue.

This was what he was built for. This was the most natural thing in the universe.

Nat broke into a run.

WALL

“Make yourself comfortable!” they said, and headed for the staircase at the far room. “I’ll be back in just a tick—I’m going to put your clothes in the wash.”

“Okay,” Nat said, distracted.

He supposed this was a living room. It looked more like a museum than a house, with its curling arched ceilings and marble floors. A twisting abstract sculpture stood by a set of double swing doors leading out of the room: shimmering blue and green glass, folded over itself like a ribbon, reaching up towards the roof. Abstract paintings loomed on every wall, confusing splashes of colour and shape, including one Nat thought looked rather like a dog chewing on the leg of a chair. Up a short step and to the right of the living room lay a lush dining room, with a marble table to match the floors. The table runner was strewn with candles and flower petals. Soft. Delicate. Nat already felt out of place here, like a scab that had started to itch.

I'm gonna tag @chauceryfairytales @tracle0 and anyone who can see a CAT right now :3

for the words storm, bite, bring and settle!

#a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears

[ms-nesbit]

The Graduate (professor!jason todd x reader)

yall sickos voted for it, and here it is.

summary: Reader is attending Gotham University with Tim and Steph, who invite her to hide away from her family at Wayne Manor for summer; Reader's old professor, Mr. Todd - whom she had feelings for - would return to Wayne Manor for a visit.

warnings: smut, reader is chubby (and is mentioned vaguely during the smut part), oral sex (female and male receiving), jason todd is not red hood

word count: 3.7k

note: i wasnt passionate about this, and i think it shows. i will submit another poll soon

AO3

Trees swayed to and fro, their leaves descending from their branches. Below them were students of Gotham University, bustling with mixed feelings in their own individual bubbles. At this time of the year, the students were frantic to finish their studies, bubbling with fear of failure - or, in y/n’s case, fear of the inevitable: returning back home to her parents.

“Come on, y/n!” Tim nudged her shoulder playfully. “Just stay with us for a bit. I’m sure your folks won’t mind a bit if you joined us.” His backpack slung over one shoulder, his other arm holding his overpriced textbooks. “Plus, you know that Bruce is going to be inviting Jason back over.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the enticing information, knowing exactly why it was so pertinent of Tim to disclose the trivia. Jason - or, as y/n called him, Mr. Todd - was her two-hundred level literature professor, one that kept her attendance sharp. Despite her punctuality, y/n’s grades stooped a tad lower than she hoped, having to set aside time for a tutor after hours. The cause?

Wandering eyes. Nearly every lecture in the hall, a “snoozefest” for typical students, was a period of time during which y/n found herself gawking at Professor Todd, sometimes uncomfortably shifting in her seat as she felt herself getting wet underneath her clothes.

“Since you’re basically graduated, you can probably hit on him.” Steph bounced along on y/n’s other side, shiny blonde hair drifting behind her.

While y/n was far from graduating, as her dean (and stacking student loans) reminded her, she was further from infancy as a student; it did help that GU’s policy chose not to define how intimate student-teacher relationships could be, as long as the student was not directly professionally affiliated with the professor.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Y/n let out with a bothered breath.

—-

Three weeks dashed by, each of y/n’s remaining final exams torturing her, one after the next; she persevered (but barely, nearly falling asleep during her Business Ethics final), and boxed her dorm-materials, shipping them, along with herself, to the Wayne Manor. It wasn’t y/n’s first stay at the manor, having been a guest to the Wayne family’s abundance of galas and sleepovers, but she felt much more high-strung and self-conscious, wanting to make a good impression on her crush.

Tim’s older brothers, Dick and Jason, moved out of Wayne Manor shortly before y/n met Tim, so she never truly thought anything of them; until, of course, y/n’s first day of Classic Literature, when a tall, top-heavy man abruptly entered the lecture hall, reading glasses high on his nose. At that moment, y/n found herself leaning in closer over her desk, regretting her choice of sitting in the rows farthest from the center of the auditorium. She watched as Jason’s fingers ruffled through his hair, black sprinkled with white near his widow’s peak, wondering if it was soft. Or maybe his hair was gelled with some substance, which emitted a waft of juniper and sage…or cedar and cypress…or wintermint. Unfortunately, she caught nothing of Jason’s hint of a pop-quiz that coming Friday, or that the test would account for ten percent of their overall grade.

Y/n’s grade-point average dipped disastrously after that course, something she had to excuse to her parents, as unforgiving as they were, despite their overall dismissal of everything else in her life.

It was why y/n loved her time at Wayne Manor, stepping in with boxes in her arms. She was stopped by a slender man in a navy tee, asking if he could assist with her boxes. “It just seems real heavy, and I don’t want you to get hurt on the stairs.” he excused, taking on the boxes of clothing and bedding.

“Good morning, Alfred!” y/n chirped at the older gentleman, who nodded back and returned his greeting. “How are you?”

Alfred smiled politely. “Most busy, as usual. And how are your courses, Teddy?”

Teddy was a term Alfred used toward y/n when she was a child. He didn’t break the habit, nor did y/n want him to. “Surprisingly tough, actually. I haven’t received the results on my ceramics project, but overall, I’m looking okay.”

Peering down at her from the top of the staircase, Alfred’s smile remained. “Undoubtedly, you are more than capable of handling those adversaries. I’m proud of you.” Alfred was a family member to y/n, similarly to Tim and Steph, caring for all of them whenever they came down with illness, or when y/n was unable to return home due to another violent outburst from her parents. It wasn’t unusual to Alfred, nor did he shame her for it, but he treated her as an insider, and y/n treated him as an equal (dissimilarly to some of the Wayne family’s other guests).

After having been shown her temporary room by Pennyworth, y/n settled her boxes and laid on the bed, catching her breath. Still no Mr. Todd, y/n thought to herself, Would it be weird if I asked Al when he’s stopping by?

It seemed that Dick read her thoughts, as he arrived in the room, remaining boxes in his arms. He set them down beside the doorway and kept his distance respectfully. “Tim told me you had Jason as your teacher. Was he good at all? I heard he’s pretty strict.”

Strict? I don’t remember him being...oh shit, yeah. Y/n recalled, an amused chortle leaving her lips. “He had his moments.” Of the little focus she did have, y/n retained the information, instantly enveloped by the idiosyncrasies ranging from his zero-tolerance policy on open beverages of any kind to his amenability of otherwise adultish themes. During his lecture one day about The Scarlet Letter, Professor Todd tucked his hair behind his ears and dove into the ignorance of sexual fluidity, and the importance of noting Western Christian themes into classic literature.

And when he unveiled his stance on feminism, to the dismay of several misogynistic students sitting in his class, y/n felt her feelings intensifying, even letting out a dreamily sigh when he expelled the oafish hecklers with an impatient tone.

“Do you think it would be weird if he stayed over? He texted me this morning to ask you.” Dick’s voice snapped y/n from her thoughts.

Y/n shook her head cloddishly. “Oh, no! No, not at all, it’s-it’s okay, y’know? It’s his house, too, so I don’t want him to feel put off by it.”

Sensing the sharp discomfort in her body language, Dick lowered his eyes to his phone and ducked his head. “He doesn’t usually date his students, you know.” he looked through his hair, which drooped over the top of his face as his head was still tilted forward.

What the fuck is with the smart people in this fucking family? “That obvious?”

Dick held his index finger and thumb, gesturing, “Little bit. Though he will be here any minute, according to this text.” he showed y/n his conversation with Jason. “Maybe there’ll be an exception for you.” Dick smirked and winked suggestively before walking out of the room, leaving y/n alone with the dropped optimism.

Moments later, y/n heard a crashing down the hall, followed by a blasting profanity, before Tim clamored into her room, his eyes wide. “Y/n, y/n. Dude, did you check your phone?” Y/n shook her head, confused. “Jason’s here. Want me to set him up for ya?” His eyebrows jumped up and down almost mockingly, expression stenched with excitement.

“As tempting as that may be, I don’t think that would work.” Y/n brushed off. “Plus, I just talked to Dick and he said Mr. Todd doesn’t usually date his students.”

Letting out an exasperated grunt, Tim crossed his arms, shifting his weight onto one foot. “Phallus doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I mean, sure, Jason isn’t really big on the teacher-student thing - something with ‘taking advantage’ of a student and the power imbalance or whatever - but I’m sure he’ll be okay with you since you’re, like, no longer his student.” Tim’s sass blew through the ceiling with each word. “So, whaddaya say?”

The evening quickly rolled in, y/n exhausted from unpacking and spending her time frollicking with Steph. Not before long, though, Alfred called the family for dinner, rounding them up with an entree of cold-cut meats and cheeses, and appetizers of golden breadsticks layered with butter and spices. The aroma carried into the dormitories, interrupting y/n from her rest on her bed as her stomach growled. Following the scent, y/n eventually heard a deep voice singing along to a Doris Day record, and chose to pursue the voice instead. As she approached the source of the harmony, she discovered that it was Jason, folding laundry into clothes drawers. 

The closer she stepped, though, the more was unveiled to her: Jason wore his slacks, no different than his salaried attire, but his button-down, usually carefully pressed and sealed, was unbuttoned and relaxed, exposing areas of his chest and torso that seemed so forbidden for y/n to gaze at.

But she couldn’t possibly look away from the sight she daydreamed and pondered about - especially when he was much more toned than she initially thought. Holy shit, she repeated as Jason’s voice continued, like a siren drawing her in for a kill, his abs tightening as he hummed.

Attempting to back away stealthily, a floorboard creaked, alarming y/n, before she ended up bolting down the hall and stairs, running away from any possible consequence.

“Miss y/n, I do have to remind you not to run through the house, Dear.” Alfred admonished sternly as y/n zipped past him and into the dining room. “Please have a seat in your assigned seat.”

Ah, yes — assigned seats. Prior to their departure to university, Tim, Steph, and y/n had to follow a seating chart to deter from wreaking havoc (which was, despite their age, inexorable). As y/n sunk into her designated seat, body slumping over, Steph called from behind, “What’re we havin’ today, Al? Is this…whoa, what happened to you?” her voice quieted as she approached y/n, who attempted to hide herself from view.

Y/n shook her head and forcefully whispered, “I saw your hot older brother half-naked. I dunno what to do.” she revealed her embarrassment to Steph, who sat across the table.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he didn’t know.” Steph shrugged in response. Though y/n shouldn’t be surprised at how nonchalant Steph was, treating the catastrophe as if it were simple, but she had been this self-assured for as long y/n knew her.

Surely she’s right, y/n thought to herself as she stabbed at her cold cut meat on her assigned plate, eyes glued to the labryinthine decorative vine painted along the outer ridge of the china. For the first ten minutes of dinner, she was relieved, noticing the empty chairs on her right, and one on the other end of the table; however, after a series of nibbles (for some reason, as Tim thoughtlessly pointed, y/n wasn’t particularly hungry), y/n overheard a high-pitched squeak of the heavy wooden chair being pushed on the hardwood floor, and her eyes darted to the source, unexpecting of Mr. Todd apologizing as he dropped into his seat, broad shoulders slump in penitence.

“So, Jason, I heard you taught y/n.” Bruce said aloud, slicing his salami with a knife and fork. “Were you tough on her?”

Staring at the coral-toned tablecloth as she stopped her breath, y/n awaited his answer. “I mean, if I did, she did relatively well considering.” Jason just shrugged, sloshing half-chewed provolone on either side of his mouth.

“Stupendous.” Bruce responded, unaware of the tension in the dining room. He wasn’t as involved in y/n’s life as Alfred was, but once he caught wind of the rocky situation back at her home, Bruce sat her down and offered a bed and privacy “whenever you want, y/n.” It was a relief, as y/n did feel guilty about spending so much resources having dinner at the Wayne Manor, and y/n carried her weight around the manor well, claiming ownership for a few responsibilities of the mansion’s many chores.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, y/n glanced up from her plate to Steph, then Tim, who were both giving her mixed signals until y/n scooted back in her chair, swiftly rising as she awkwardly excused herself from the table before exiting promptly.

—

Knock-knock

Y/n heard from the other side of her room, to which she acknowledged: “Come in!”

She was rather ignorant of the possibility of who could be pestering her, her bothered tone seeping from her vocal chords, and body lying prostrate on her bed; y/n’s annoyance, however, cleared as soon as she noticed who was entering, his tall frame creeping past the crack of the door.

“I wanted to come in and check to see if you’re feeling well.” Mr. Todd’s glabella wrinkled with concern, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his slacks. “From what I’ve come to know, you’re not one to dismiss dairy products, especially those in a solidified nature.” Y/n sighed at the comment, aware of his reference: one day after class, y/n was assigned to construct a two-hundred word essay about her favorite snack — she, of course, chose cheese, uninformed that she was to turn in the homework for Professor Todd to read and grade.

Sitting up on her bed, y/n forced a chuckle. “Yeah, I just feel a little weird, that’s all.”

“Mind if I sit here?” Professor Todd pointed to a space beside y/n on her bed, and walked over and plopped down once he received affirmation from y/n. “You know,” he started, hands at his knees as he turned his head to look at y/n, “to be fair, I didn’t know you were Tim and Steph’s friend. They told me after you passed my class, which was probably better than blurting it out before midterms.” Y/n nodded passively, still silent. “If this is what you’re feeling apprehensive about, I have no problem staying somewhere else for the time being. I wanted to visit for the summer, and—”

“No, no, it’s not a problem for me.” y/n stammered over her words, hiding her nerves. “Just a little awkward at first, that’s all.” Fidgeting with her nails, y/n attempted to maintain composure, but couldn’t help but notice the pair of hazel, soft as they observed y/n; his facial hair, reduced to a professional stubble; his bottom lip, cracked and bloody in areas from neglect; and all combined to replace y/n’s anxiety with a primitive need that sparked inside her.

She swore she saw the man’s eyes drop from her face to her chest, and then down to her barely exposed legs, before he looked away. “Then was it when you walked in on me?” Moment replaying in her head as it burned into her memory, y/n pretended to act in nescience of the subject at hand, shaking her head slowly. “So that wasn’t you running away scared shitless after peeping in my room?”

Y/n blinked back a laugh as she admitted, “It was, yeah. Sorry.”

“You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, all you had to do was ask.” Fixated on the ground, y/n barely caught a glimpse at Professor Todd crossing his arms at his own words, almost amused with himself. 

The tease caused a thick silence to ensue, and y/n was indecisive about how to respond. She thought it was a joke - it had to be, right? An educator with rigid morals, an attractive educator at that, relaxing beside y/n as he opened the door to invite her. It seemed cliche, if anything, recalling a handful of romantic tropes with the stench of an inappropriate teacher-student relationship.

But on the other hand, y/n calculated, he unbuttoned his top two buttons on his top, and rolled up his sleeves as he waited patiently for y/n to break the silence, exposing his toned forearms. He was no longer y/n’s professor - nor was she his protégé - and even if he was joking, what was the harm in flirting back?

“Do I have to ask nicely?” Y/n remarked, one end of her mouth twitching as she shifted to lie on the bed, this time on her side, with her legs near Jason’s waist.

She heard a beguiled noise of approval before an oral response. “Depends. Though I would prefer it if you beg.” One of Jason’s large hands rested on y/n’s knee, giving her a quick squeeze as his gaze met hers. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought that Professor Todd’s eyes darkened, but y/n still felt nervous to make the move, only allowing Jason’s hand to burn her skin.

“Well,” y/n began before reaching out and cupping Jason’s chin, turning his cheek to face her as she whispered, “Can you please, please see you like that again?” she batted her eyelashes as she spoke, which caused Jason to groan in response. “I want to see if there’s anything else you can teach me.”

In a moment’s time, Jason was on top of y/n, straddling her hips as he pressed his lips to hers. His hands held her face as he immediately bit her top lip, cock hardening each time a smidgen of a moan was swallowed into the kiss.

Grasping at either of his biceps, y/n let out a relieved moan when Jason’s lips met her neck, head tilting back. Jason’s hands fumbled with her clothes, impatiently pulling it over her head before returning to explore her plump body.

“Do you have a condom?” y/n panted, heart rate increasing ever so slightly with each inch Jason’s lips crept toward the hem of her shorts.

Jason shook his head, murmuring in between kisses, “Don’t need one.” He untied the knot on yn/’s shorts before pulling them down, exposing her skin to the cold air. His hands wandered, driven by pure wanton and hazardous lust as he pinched possessively at the inside of y/n’s plush thighs. Y/n was soundless until Jason pushed her legs apart,  sinking a finger into her dripping core as his lips attached to her clit. The action evoked a moan from her, and Jason watched as he continued, licking and sucking at her sensitive bundle of nerves until she drew y/n closer to release.

“Mr. Todd,” the professional title left y/n’s lips in the most sinful way, her hips lifting from the bed as she pleaded. “Please, I want—”

“Hush,” Jason muttered, “I want you to come on my fingers before I have my dick in your mouth. Now, Baby,” he flicked his tongue intermittently at y/n’s clit, two fingers curling at the spongy part of y/n’s inside. “Can you do me a favor and come for me?”

Though his words were respectful, his expression was almost needy, but still caused y/n to ride her hips against Jason’s mouth and fingers, set on achieving what was asked of her. She gasped as she reached her climax, hips lifting from the bed as her thighs trembled.

Jason worked through her high before rising from the bed to remove his remaining clothes, his cock springing free from his boxers as he stripped them from his body as well. Y/n eyed it as she hopped from the bed, positioning herself in front of Jason as she kneeled. She glanced up at him through thick eyelashes, hands unclasping the hooks of her bra to bare her breasts. Y/n knew it was something she looked forward to doing - wrapping a hand around Jason’s shaft as she stroked it achingly slow - if she reached that point, and exploited whatever experience she had to put on a show for the man towering over her. Dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, y/n kept her gaze on Jason, watching how expressive he became at each movement she made.

Her favorite was the way Jason’s lips shaped into an ‘o’ when her lips kissed the tip of his uncut cock, licking at the precum already collecting on it. His body shivered as she bobbed her head, swallowing as much of his dick into her mouth as she could, and pulling her head back until his cock released from her mouth with a pop.

Y/n continued like this at a slow pace, tarnishing what residual patience Jason had left; it was soon, however, when Jason had enough and grabbed a fistful of y/n’s hair, bucking his hips into her mouth as he hissed. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned when y/n increased the pace, one hand working at his shaft and another kneading her own breast. Jason couldn’t help but feel helpless like this, seeing y/n wanting him this badly; so he allowed his mouth to fall open, eyes shutting as he felt himself nearing his climax. He warned her with a broken moan, “I’m gonna come,” that met y/n’s ears with a kiss to her core.

“Please be good and come for me.” y/n said sultrily, hands working faster to draw a reaction from the man above. The words caused Jason to whimper, his hips stuttering as he fell into a bumbling, moaning mess and came. Y/n caught each rope of cum released into her mouth, swallowing each bit as Jason came down from his high.

Y/n smirked up at Jason, who was panting from his climax, and smoothed her hands along his thighs. Standing on her feet, she kissed Jason’s cheek, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “You know, you still haven’t taught me anything.”

“We have time. Until tomorrow’s lesson, hmm?” Jason assured, his voice tired but tainted with desire.

#jason todd #professor!jason todd #my post #mine #my work #fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x plus size reader #smut #do not fucking read if youre a minor gd #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x plus size reader #batfamily #wayne family

[judgementdaysunshine]

Insane in the brain

Pairing: Finn Balor x Fem reader

Description: You show how insane you are with your wrestling and tactics before being asked to join the judgement by the attractive irishman

You smile while sticking your tongue out before laughing in your match against Sonya DeVille, you yell in victory as Butterfly by Crazy Town plays before it cuts to your theme of the remixed Insane in the brain by Cypress Hill which matched your persona to a perfect T as you walk out of the ring with your title. You laugh and smile as you're pulled into a high five and hug by Rey and Dominik Mysterio before being congratulated by Seth Rollins and hugged by Becky Lynch, you were overcome with emotion realizing that you would be going to Wrestlemania and have a match against Bianca Belair, you walk to your locker room to see a purple bandana and necklace on your table which makes you raise a brow before you hear your door close which makes you jump and turn to see the man who you had grown not only attracted to but you slowly started growing feelings for feeling your heart pound as he walks to you "You did great and you deserve it after all your hard work" you watch him carefully as he stands a foot away from you "Have you been in here the whole time?" he chuckles as you look at the necklace and notice the scale and angel wings before looking back up at him with your brow raised. Your heart jumps to your throat when he is just an inch in front of your face almost nose to nose with each other "I know a way that can help you wash everyone's doubts away, I see the fear in your eyes and your panic attacks in the supply closet" you grow scared at the fact he knew of your fear and insecurity of you being a good wrestler as he gently holds your face in his hands staring at you with honesty and truth "Join us and we will each help you be the best you can be, but also join so you don't have to be afraid and alone again...I'll be with you in your dark abyss" you shakily exhale as tears that brim in your eyes flow down your face as he runs his thumb across your cheek before you slowly nod, he shows a small smile before he closes the gap. You hold his face as you kiss each other until your face is in the crook of his neck with his hands rubbing circles in your lower back before looking him in the eyes "I'm in, I'll join you" he helps you put the necklace on before you tie the bandana to your head and walk down the hall with him to judgement day's locker room, you sit down and stand when you hear more footsteps walk in and the other two members see you and smile pulling you into their group hug which helped you relax before officially meeting Rhea and Damian, the next week on Raw when they are trying to recruit Dominik Mysterio he and rey smirk when they say they had an extra hand but that quickly goes out the window when you hit dom with a kendo stick while rhea dealt with rey, you secretly whisper sorry to dom after the attack before you smile at wrap your arm around finn leaving everyone in shock as you are officially welcomed into the group followed by dom three weeks later and soon everyone learns not only how insane you were when it came to your wrestling but also how attached and truly in love you and finn were.

#finn balor x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #finn balor

[veryimportantsparkles]

"So I don't have the exact equations," Megan spoke at a pace too quick to quite follow, "but for every FOUR Shuppet a Pokemon defeats it gets ONE extra point of Attack...at level 100." Edmond nodded as though he was following, but the lecture was absolute lunacy to him. They pushed forward through the headstones of Mt. Pyre at an absentminded pace.

In most circumstances, Cypress would be eagerly listening in on Megan's explanations of their world's arcane rules. Cypress liked to win, and he hoarded his advantages jealously. Every stat point mattered. But here in the somber halls of this giant mausoleum, he could only think of one thing.

Ghosts. Absolutely wretched things. They weren't immune to his innate powers but he was very aware of his weakness to theirs. Cypress was helpless in this environment, relegated to watching Boynton and the new cactus kid Barbados as they sauntered carefree through the Shuppet with their Faint Attacks. From shoulder to fingertip Cypress could feel himself shaking with fea...rage. Anger at his uselessness. Thus, he took a strategic defensive position at the back of the party...behind Mulberry.

"Wha!" Mulberry yipped, "What are you DOING?" She wriggled around, but Cypress held her firmly by the shoulders.

"Protecting myself from ghosts," he kept his voice as even as he could. Mulberry was like a dear little sister to him and he didn't want her to know he was sca...wasn't scared at all actually.

"Behind ME?" She tried to twist around to look him in the eye. "I'm level TWENTY-FIVE!"

"You're immune to ghosts, Muls. You knew that right?" Cypress never thought he'd be envious of a Normal-type. He supposed they needed something for themselves.

"But they're immune to ME!"

"Well they're also not interested in you so I need you to help me out, Mulberry!"

The two bickered back and forth, while their Dark-type teammates jogged around them. Boynton and Barbados maintained a five-foot radius of safe ground around them, but their aid went unnoticed. "Stop--" "YOU stop--" "But YOU--" "But I--" The fearful fight continued until a lone Shuppet managed to slip behind Barbados at an opportune moment...

"Begone, spirit!" Cypress hoisted Mulberry off her feet like a living shield. In her panic and surprise she could only bark at the oncoming ghost. The assailant gave the two a tired look, assessing the risk and reward of attacking a loud Linoone just to get a shot at a vulnerable Gardevoir. It made a huffing noise and floated away.

"See that? You saved my life, Mulberry." Cypress put her down with a pat on her good little head. Her dignity not quite restored, she barked at him.

#doodles #pokemon #gijinka #edmond's emerald gijinka journey #cypress #gardevoir #mulberry #linoone #boynton #nuzleaf #barbados #cacturne #shuppet