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strangersmunsons · 5 months

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Eddie’s sick. you have a little surprise to cheer him up. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~800 words

There’s some kind of bug floating around the garage, and it’s got Eddie sick as a dog.

It’s the second day off he’s taken from work. He’s at home, taking refuge on the couch — since there’s no television in his bedroom — huddled underneath a blanket, watching some mindless daytime program that he can barely focus on.

The front door to his apartment clicks open, and you appear in the entryway, wrapped up in a big overcoat. A large tote bag dangles from your shoulder.

“Hi, baby,” he calls out hoarsely at the highest volume he can manage.

“Hi, Teddy.” You toe your shoes off and leave them by the door, but keep your coat on. You pad over to where he’s laid up on the sofa. “How’re you feeling?” you ask, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. The smooth swath of skin feels too warm beneath your palm.

“Like shit,” he croaks.

You hum sympathetically. “I’m sorry.”

He coughs, and the noise is thick with phlegm. “But better, now that you’re here,” he adds with a weak smile, voice cracking on the last word. You scratch his head lightly with your nails, right behind his ear, just like you would a puppy.

“Here, I brought you some stuff.” You set the bag down on the floor and start pulling out items. “A thermometer, because I know you don’t have one.” You take the it out of its box and stick it in his mouth before he can complain. “Flu medicine, heating pad, VapoRub…chicken noodle soup…” You set a thermos down on the coffee table in front of him. “Dark Crystal on VHS.”

“You’re an angel,” says Eddie. The words are garbled, as he’s speaking from around the glass rod tucked under his tongue. “Thanksch.”

“Wait, wait, I have one more thing.” You start to undo the buttons on your coat, fingers working slowly, dragging the process out. “Seeing as how I’m your caretaker and all, I thought I should dress for the part.” When all the buttons are undone, you shrug the coat off, letting it fall to the floor to pool around your feet.

Eddie’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and the thermometer falls out of his open mouth. “Oh my God.”

The costume is from Halloween three years ago, before you met Eddie, so he’s never seen it before. The nurse uniform is tight and form-fitting, the silky white fabric hugging your body perfectly. It’s also short — the hem sits high up on your thighs, baring a generous amount of leg. For the finishing touch, you pull out a little red nurse’s cap and secure it to your head. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

Eddie thinks he’s going to start barking, that’s what he thinks.

“What do I think?” Eddie struggles to sit upright, propping himself up on his elbow. “Baby. Sweetheart. Angel. You look stunning. You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. You look so sexy, I — I can’t believe that I’m sick and have to keep my hands to myself.” He sounds utterly dismayed as he comes to this realization.

You start laughing. “Aw, I didn’t put it on to torture you. I wanted to cheer you up!”

“Oh, it’s working. Consider me cheered.” He hacks into his elbow briefly, then twirls the air with his index finger. “Gimme a spin, babe.”

You oblige, turning slowly on the spot. His eyes flit wildly up and down your figure, desperate to drink in every inch of you. The ill temper Eddie’s been in for the past two days completely dissipates. He’d wolf-whistle if he wasn’t so full of snot.

“You know what? I think I’m feeling better already.”

“Hmm. Are you very sure about that?” you ask innocently, leaning forward with your hands braced on your thighs so he can get an eyeful of your chest. “‘Cause I think you could do with a little more tender loving care.”

Eddie shivers, and it has nothing to do with his being sick. “Whatever you say, nurse. You’re the medical professional.”

The corners of your lips turn up in a smile and you straighten back up. “First order of business,” you call over your shoulder as you head over to the kitchen, “eat your soup!”

You open up the cutlery drawer and pull out a spoon while Eddie twists the lid off of the thermos. A curl of steam wafts up from the warm liquid, and he inhales deeply, excited for the first time in two days to eat something.

You hand him the spoon and sit on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table. He slurps the soup down noisily, and you giggle despite your wrinkled nose.

“S’really good, baby. Thanks for doin’ all this.”

“Of course.”

“And as soon as I kick this flu, I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

“Ooh, language! Talk like that again and I’ll have to give you a sponge bath.”

Eddie’s eyes gleam with excitement. “Promise?”

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ichikopotato · 3 months

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Hi, I have a request but it's not very detailed and I totally get it if you don't want to write it. But I was wondering if you could do something with 2007 Tom x fem reader having gentle sex where he's like a soft dom and all sweet, like praising her and stuff🥹😭

2007! Tom + Fem Reader💋

Soft, gentle, sweet sex with Tom<3

—> YOU COME HOME stressed from your classes. You sighed, wanting life to be over already. You walk into your shared apartment with Tom, wanting cuddles, gentle kisses, and nothing more. Remembering you have homework, you sighed.

“Baby? Im home.” I spoke, not seeing tom anywhere as i walk to our bedroom. I saw him, half-asleep trying to stay up. All his sleepiness went away as he saw me, his eyes lit up as a smile formed on his soft lips. “Oh, meine liebe. I didn’t hear you coming in” he muttered, patting the empty spot on the bed beside him.

I pouted slightly, throwing my bag on the floor. He immediately noticed my mood, knowing I was tired and drained. “C’mere.” He opened his arms at me, i walk towards him, laying on his chest. “I missed you, school was awful.” I nuzzled my nose into his neck, inhaling his scent that I’ve grown to love.

He pouts, cupping my cheeks. “Aww, it’s okay baby. Do you have any homework? I’ll help you.” He pecked my lips, making my heart melt. I nodded, as he pulled me into a kiss.

I moan softly, melting into the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, as I played with some of his dreadlocks. I whine softly, trying to push him off gently as I knew I still had homework to do. “Mmph— schatz, let me do this to help you relieve some stress. I don’t want my sweet girl to be stressed out.” As he panted, reaching out to unbutton my blouse.

I giggle softly, my heart pounding. I admire his eyes, as he stared into mine lovingly. “Liebe, you’re so pretty— so wunderschön f'me” he muttered in between kisses, gently squeezing my breasts. I moan softly, as he removed my bra.

His hands trail over my body as he unbuttons his pants and kicks them off. His hard length pressing against my stomach as he leans in to kiss me again.

I blush softly, my lips slightly parted. He smirked, kissing my cheek as he played with his lip piercing. “Are you ready, schönes Mädchen?” I nodded, giggling softly “yes, meine schön junge”. I moan, feeling him gently push into me. He starts to move, examining my flushed face. He moans and groaned into my ear, whispering soft and sweet praises. “So pretty, Schatz.” “All das für mich, hmm?” “Mein süßes, schönes baby..”

I moan, as he intertwines his fingers with mine. “m’close, meine liebe—“ I muttered, whimpering. “Cum f’me, baby— wanna feel you clench around my cock. Wan’ you to— fuck- show me how much you want i-it” he muttered, stuttering as his breath was caught in between his moans.

His thrusts become more faster, but never less gentle. “Im cumming, baby—“ he groaned, kissing you. You both ride out your highs, moaning softly in between your kisses.

“That was amazing, schatz.” He kissed my forehead lovingly, before pulling away to stare at you admiringly. “Danke schön, baby. I love you” you giggle.

“Ich liebe dich auch, meine Liebe.” As you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

don’t worry about your homework, he did it for you in the morning.

Yall, I hope you enjoyed this. THIS WAS SO RUSHED BECAUSE I DID A PROJECT, ILL DO BETTER NEXT TIME OH MY GOD. LOVE YOU ALL, SEND MORE REQUESTS!

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officialdaydreamer00 · 7 months

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(part 1 here)

you did notice him some time ago.

the cloak clad boy with the prettiest fiery blue hair.

he who watches from behind the trees. never gets close, never interacts.

"do not go near that boy, for he may be bearing ill intents. do you understand, my child?"

"yes, mother..."

mother always told you that, which left you wondering why. the boy didn't try to approach you, when he could have done it long ago. instead, he chose to observe. he responded to your smiles and waves with his own, albeit shy ones.

the more you looked at him, the more your heart felt strange. it was a warm feeling that engulfed you whole, as if you had seen him somewhere before. had you known him from somewhere? anywhere?

but you grew up with only the presence of your mother, exactly what made you feel that way?

peculiar, indeed, and you intended to find it out yourself.

so despite your mother's words, you wandered beyond the borders, the one that your mother put up to, in her words, protect you from the horrors of the outside world. she was protective, that you were always grateful for, but it soon felt rather overbearing.

it had been quite a while since you last ventured out of your home. mother used to bring you along to places. something happened, however, and she never let you leave the house ever since. you understood, of course, but the growing want to explore pushed that thought away. so the moment your mother left the house, you left too.

there he was again, at his usual spot and gazed over the little place you called home.

he looked confused, his pretty golden eyes darted around, seemingly searching for something, or rather, you. you decided to approach the boy, and with every steps you made, that feeling came back as stronger than ever.

the boy soon turned to you. he flinched back in panic(?), before slowly calming down when he saw it was you. that was when you noticed some things about him.

he was tall, towering over your form, yet he didn't give off a threatening aura. pale white skin, ghostly even, all hidden under a black cloak. the fiery blue hair that you saw was, indeed, fire, strange how it didn't burn you. and his eyes, a molten gold so eerie yet so soft as he stared at you with an expression difficult to read. melancholic? wistful? you couldn't tell which.

his hands held yours so gently, and they fit so perfectly together. he called you 'his queen', you didn't understand why, but something in your heart stirred. as if a force took hold of your soul, you responded.

"We have met again, my King."

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mosaickiwi · 6 months

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Fall Unto Me

Meant to post this before Halloween except it got reaaaally long so I split it up. 🙈 It works as a standalone, though. I'll put the other parts up at some point hehe.

Actual!Angel and Devil!Ren AU (yoinked from da discord bot once again) One visit to earth turns into eternity. 1.4k words + GN reader

cw// religious themes

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

With pearly white wings and a halo of gold, you were a disciple in heaven’s endless library. Duty bound to organize records and histories of paradise and its worlds below. Though you’d never looked within those records, just being in their presence gave you curiosity about your god’s creations all the same.

Once every hundred or so years in your infinite lifespan, you sought to venture into the human realm before returning to your celestial duty. It was an odd request to your peers. None were as interested in mortals as you so each visit was a lonely affair. You never stayed more than an hour or two, merely observing how they had changed from a favored seat in the clouds above, lest someone spotted you. It was only meant to be a short trip as always. This time something felt different.

In the quaint seaside town you were fond of visiting, you'd sensed a devil and dared to investigate. Of course, you'd never met one, so you had no idea what that uneasy feeling even was until your feet touched the ground for the very first time.

The devil seemed to be asleep in a field of blossoms, butterflies fluttering about. Spring was always in full bloom when you descended to earth. Pastel pink hair blended with the flowers, only making the black horns atop his head and the symbols scrawled along his arms stand out even more.

You approached with caution and curiosity. Though they were meant to be your sworn enemy, heaven's few rumors about devils already appeared untrue. The fauna and flora around him weren't withered and rotting, but full of life. He didn't smell of burning flesh, nor was he covered head to toe in the blood of his victims. If anything, his form seemed almost angelic.

He opened his eyes as you came closer, and their sky blue color welcomed you further. "Ah, could I be dreaming? Or has an angel come to rescind my eternal punishment?" he spoke wryly.

"Nay, devil. I want no trouble from you," you said in response, caught off guard by his casual, relaxed greeting. You took a few fearful steps away when he rose to lean back on his hands.

"Hmm... You have some holy divination or blessing to bestow upon this land, I assume. I've no intention of interfering." He smiled up at you, and those angelic features seemed even more prominent. Were it not for the pointed tail swishing with vigor behind him, you'd think this devil was one of your own.

"There's no mission I've been given," you explained with a shake of your head, "I'm only here to observe my god's world for a few moments, out of my own curiosity."

"Fascinating. I've never known angels to take interest in mortal affairs before their passing. Then, if no duty calls for thee—" he stopped to pluck a white bud that hadn't quite fully bloomed from the sea around him. "Might you grace me with your divine visage for one moment longer, little angel? I've called earth my home for millennia—and damnation is dreadfully boring. I could help with those curiosities, if you so desire." He held the bud out to you as an offering.

Though his words sounded sincere, you felt unsure. “...Do you take me to be so naive? I know your kind favor trickery.”

“I only offer my companionship,” he gave an innocent shrug. That heavenly smile was still fixed on you.

Your eyes darted between his outstretched hand and his face. Eventually, you took the flower from him. You could sense no ill intent on their part, so it wouldn't hurt to stay a little while. Nonetheless, you’d do your best to stay on guard.

The sun dipped lower in the sky as you lost track of time. Ren, you learned, knew far more of humans than you ever imagined. Your interest in them grew with each story he told of the world. At his urging, you'd gone to the beach to wander up close among them. It was a bit of a struggle to prepare—you'd never been told that your wings could retract or your halo could be hidden. But he coached you through it, not so much as flinching at the sting of divine power when you accidentally hit his arm with a wing on the first try. For a devil, he was oddly knowledgeable of things beyond his damned realm.

“You said your visits were always over in the late morning. So you haven’t seen this time of day, have you?” he asked as you both walked along the shore, waves glittering in gentle reds and pinks you’d never known the sun to make.

“I haven’t seen this terrain either.” Even with the occasional pausing stares of young children and animals—the only beings who could see your true form, as they were without sin—you were thrilled at the new experiences you were having. Your footsteps painted the sand rather unevenly compared to his. It was impossible to get used to the sinking feeling, nor the coarse sand getting into your sandals. You laughed at the sensation. “Heaven is all clouds and gardens. Here… it’s so different. The sun shines differently. But it’s still just as beautiful.”

He took your hand in his to keep you steady, pulling you towards the water’s edge. They were all too comfortable with the action, but you didn't spare it a thought. The guard you were meant to keep up had been thrown aside long ago. “I’m honored to show you such new experiences. And I only hope to give you more.” Ren’s face was bathed in a heavenly glow as he guided you into the water.

It was a stark contrast. The once warm sand turned to a bracing cold, almost slimy texture as the water slowly rose up to your waist. You raised your other hand up high to avoid it, still clutching the late blooming bud he’d picked for you.

The pink-haired devil brought you to a stop and nodded out at the setting sun with an unreadable look, “I’m sure you won’t be able to take your eyes away from it. I couldn’t, my first time seeing the sun disappear.” At his suggestion you turned your head to watch, barely aware of the way their tail wrapped around your hips to keep you close.

It was captivating as the sun began to fall further beyond the horizon, the hues of the day gradually shifting both in the sky and sea before your eyes. Golds, reds, pinks, and purples all chased after the light, leaving behind a blue as cold as the water felt. In what seemed like an instant, it was over too soon—not a trace left of the glorious sun that never set back in the heavens you called home. Strangely enough, your body tensed with heavy feelings. As if you were saying goodbye to a part of you. You stood staring out at the graying ocean for a long while, until the cold water lapping against your skin felt no different from the air.

“How was it?” he gently broke the silence. You felt his hand move to rest over your own, cradling the flower still between your fingers. The heat of his touch guided you to meet his gaze.

“Breathtaking, I think,” you whispered with a frown as you looked up at him. “And a bit sad? All that warmth disappeared—I’m not sure how to feel.”

“Breathtaking as the sun is, you’ll find on earth that some flowers show their true beauty without its watchful eye, my little angel,” he said to reassure you. The bud in your shared grasp opened slowly at his words, its tapered white petals unfurling to reveal pale lavender edges as the sky darkened further. His fingers traced behind your ear before he tucked the flower among the strands of your hair, seeming to admire it. “You’d never have known if you’d only stayed those few moments.”

You searched his eyes as his hand lingered at your cheek. Just as when you first met, there was no malice in their voice. A devil who appreciated your god’s work felt unheard of. From Ren's intense gaze he looked as if he revered them. He must've been a kindred soul—or the equivalent of a soul in demons. You wanted to know more about him as well, not just mortals.

Their fangs gleamed in the faint moonlight when you quietly asked, “What else can you show me?”

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #cw religious themes #momo writing #this feels vaguely different from my normal writing style i think?#i got too silly #who possessed me #i wanna infodump about my HCs in this AU so bad

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gooppoo · 1 year

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Finding a Mate: Part 4

Requests Open!

mdni.

warnings: da mornin' after, meeting the sullys 😳, tuk being a silly goose, pregnancy scare..., arguing, fluff, angst, me lying and saying this was the last part there's gonna be a part 5 I'm very sorry

"Neteyam!"

It was difficult to decipher if the voice was apart of your dream, or beyond your consciousness.

"Neteyam!"

Your body twitched. Eyes begrudgingly peeling open to the bright morning.

"Ne-tey-yaaamm!"

The voice taunted, boredom underlying their call.

Sure the one calling his name was real, you hummed tiredly and pressed yourself from Neteyam's secure embrace. Events from last night were the first to greet your thoughts. You were tenderly compelled to litter good-morning kissed across his serene features.

"Neteyam!!"

Kiri?

Soft shakes to his shoulder replaced your kisses. First his nose twitched, then he harshly sucked in a breath and his eyes snapped open. His hand took yours and held it still against his joint until he realized where about he was.

"For god sakes...Neteyam, if you don't come out soon I'm gonna go back and tell mom and dad you ran away or something." Kiri grumbled, her lazy footsteps seemingly approaching.

"Kiri?" He scurried upward, voice raspy and rich.

"Neteyam!" She peeped back, her footsteps hurrying closer to your spot.

Your mate glanced at you, initially confused at your presence, clearly still disoriented. But once he grasped his surroundings an affectionate smile stretched his lips. The hand he had pressed to his shoulder was sprinkled with chastise kisses along your knuckles. A deep hue warmed your cheeks.

Kiri jogged into view, tossing her hands irritably, "Neteyam - oh."

Shamefully, you began to fix your braids and fidget with the fixtures covering your chest and groin. Neteyam used himself to shield you from Kiri's curious stare.

"What Kiri?" He grumbled, half-concerned.

"Uhm...you didn't come back last night. Mom and dad are worried."

Annoyed, he clicked his tongue, "I'm not a child, they don't need to send you for me when I don't come home."

"Well, you can tell them that."

Satisfied, Kiri spun on her heels and wandered off, getting caught up in the world around her as usual. Not enough so to send a few more suspicious glances over her shoulder.

"You should go Neteyam, or we'll never see each other again." You urged, stretching to your feet and yawning.

Neteyam protested, "They must learn I'm a man," (hadn't he proven that last night) "and I am able to decide when to come and go."

Endearingly fixing a few of his disheveled braids, "You're right. But they do not know about us, and will think I'm trouble. I love you too much to have your family think ill of me."

There was a sly smirk dancing across his face, "Y/n, they do know about you."

Leaving you to consider his words you found your chest tightening. What all did that entail? How much did they know? Was them knowing a good thing?

His hands rose to your cheeks and held them safely, "Y/n, mawey," he chuckled, "I can only speak of you highly. They've been scolding me to meet you."

For comfort, your palms blanketed his. Even with your situation in good standing, the pressure to preform well and be of standard to the Sully's was outrageous.

"You don't have to see them today-"

"Then when?"

Your suddenness took him by surprise. He stuttered.

"We're mated before Eywa! There is no better time than now," swallowing thickly, you continued, "But I am...nervous."

Neteyam didn't miss this aspect, and he racked his mind for solutions. Admittedly, he couldn't fully comprehend why you'd ever be nervous. There simply wasn't a thing his parents wouldn't approve of!

"What makes you so nervous, my love?"

A few tears pricked your eyes, and he instantly brought you into a secure cradle against his broad chest. You sobbed about how daunting it seemed to you, the standard you felt you were held to, and how everything about you seemed the opposite of what was accepted. The level of vulnerability you voiced rooted a stronger admiration in Neteyam. Every word aching from your insecure lips reached his ears with great consideration, and he was careful to wait until your were done to offer his thoughts.

He stroked your damp cheek with his thumb, "I hear you, Y/n. I didn't know you felt this way. If I were you, I'd feel strongly, too." You nodded against him, closely listening to his regular heartbeat, "You should know, that all the negative you see within yourself, I find beautiful. And I know my parents will too." He felt a gentle smile break through your weeping, "They'd be very happy to meet you, but they don't decide when to meet you - you do."

Sniffling, you pulled from his torso and met his considerate gaze. Cheeks streaky with tears heavily contrasted the affection in your eyes and grin.

Starting to collect yourself, you declared: "Well, I decide now."

In your tent, Neteyam helped you get ready for a critical moment in your relationship. By help, he mostly watched and hummed sensually when you changed or combed through your hair. His tail would swing, pleased, and sometimes he would let his wandering hands reach your hips.

"Neteyam - please." You grunted, adjusting the garment dangling across your chest, his palms tickling along your torso.

"Please you say..." he purred in your ear, going as far as to nip and lick along your neck.

At this you groaned playfully, and he accepted his defeat, pulling away and sitting obediently on the mat near your tall mirror. A few more strokes of your comb through your hair and you'd be ready, physically at least.

Setting aside the beauty tool, you double checked yourself in the mirror, "What do you say, Neteyam?"

"Hmm, where should I start?" He quipped sarcastically, then offered a serious response when you pouted, "Y/n you looked perfect when you woke me this morning, and even more perfect now. Please hear me when I say, you'll be okay."

Once more, his confident words brought your solace, easing the addicting worry infecting your veins. For good measure, you hung your arms around his neck, his around your waist, and exchanged a sweet kiss of courage.

At his home, he ushered you before his parents, a proud hand spread over the small of your back. You tried to swallow your nerves, and motioned a respectful, 'I see you.'

A groan sounded from a corner of the room, and appeared Tuk, "If mom and dad approve of her will you shut up? 'Dad, she's so pretty.' 'Dad, all I think about is her.' 'Mom, stop worrying about me finding a mate.' It's getting annoying."

"Tuk-!" Neytiri hissed, glaring harshly at her youngest. An embarrassing color flushing your face. "Apologize. Now." She scolded.

Tuk lulled her head to the side, dripping with angsty attitude, then faced you, "Sorry Y/n."

"Hey! Say it like you mean it." Jake barked, his marine training still deeply drilled into his character.

With a stiffer back, Tuk shuffled and issued a more formal apology, quick to disappear afterward. Neteyam began his own apology, but you brushed it off, understanding how difficult this could be.

Next, you shook Jake's hand, how Neteyam had shown you; firm and sure (clearly he'd learned this from his father). Even Neytiri took your hand in hers and smiled proudly at you.

"You've been wonderful to Neteyam. Fixing him when all he can do is be ignorant and foolish." She grumbled her last sentence, "Ma'Jake and I have decided on you for a long time."

"What?!" Neteyam deadpanned, and you giggled with a shy hand shielding your smile.

All the positive reinforcement Neteyam had prepared you for was making an appearance, filling your heart with enriching soul.

Neytiri frowned at Jake until he spoke up, "Yeah, Neteyam talks a lot about you. We've been expecting you for a while actually."

While Jake spoke you found it hard to pay attention to Neytiri's curious hand trailing up your arm and over your chest, prodding some places here and there.

"Mom-" Neteyam intervened, but it was moot, because his mother had a grasp on your upper arm and was guiding you from their home.

Afraid (and curious), you complied with her silently, listening as Neteyam closely followed and protested whatever she had wordlessly planned. When the infirmary came into view, you grew anxious. We're you sick?

"Mom! What the hell are you thinking?! You're scaring her shitless!" Neteyam fought, quick to be by your side.

Neytiri narrowed her eyes at her son, ears flattening against her head, "She is with child."

Moments later, Mo'at was summoned, her and Neytiri exchanging a conversation in Na'vi.

"Neteyam," you breathed, grasping onto his arm, fear quickly flooding in. Neteyam reciprocated your worry, pulling you closer and breathing shakily along side you.

Mo'at arrived and pulled you from your seat, lifting your arms, considering your face, running her chilly hands along your lower abdomen.

Coldly, she turned to her daughter, "You summon me for this kind of nonsense? Even if she is with child, it is far too early to tell." She glanced over her shoulder, "Change his bandages. Wipe your tears." As promptly as she came, she went.

Neytiri still looked irritable, now focusing toward her son to vent; "You've mated with her before letting her meet us!" She smacked his head, "You know better - what would your father think?"

Neteyam's lip twitched and he frowned deeply, "You do not make decisions for me! Accept this. And apologize to Y/n." The level of bottled-up fury grumbling in his voice was enough to make your stomach turn. Neytiri was notable for her unshakable character - but hearing her son speak to her this way, so furiously, was enough to shift her frown from disappointment to stupefy. This conversation could've been had much more civilly...but perhaps this is how Eywa intended.

Neytiri's stance returned to neutral, and she faced you, eyes scanning over your form, "I'm sorry." Even when she tried her her to best to be non-threatening, she still chilled your bones, "When you're done here, come home to share a meal." Voice flat, clearly her ego shattered. You curtly nodded and gladly leaned into Neteyam's side, his arm wrapping around you, a hand coming to rest on his chest. One last intense glance was exchanged between mother and son, then you were left to decompress.

Truthfully, some muscle memory guided you through the steps of seating Neteyam and beginning the process of tending to his what were now scars. A faintly scabbed, recovered series of scratches was no longer needing bandages, but some soothing cream. As you spread the treatment, you felt along where some new, lighter skin had formed, feeling his scars as your own, honoring them the same.

"What were you thinking?" You tenderly asked.

"We are not ready to be a mother and father." He sighed. You giggled, "I mean this," your eyes widened at his blemishes.

"Oh..." you picked up on how his eyes cast down to where you worked, "This. My father, too, of course -- he would've been in worse shape. But...I wanted to see you at your best."

"At my best?" He nodded once, as if the answer were clear, "And what would that be, Neteyam?"

"Being beautiful," a smiled dared to creep across your cheeks, "...beautiful nurse."

You kissed your teeth and flicked his temple, amusement unmistakable across your character. He too, smiled, love sick.

Pulling Neteyam up, you were quick to rest your hands on both side of his pectorals, softly dragging your nails across his skin and studying closely what was new and old. Obscuring your focus, Neteyam pinched your chin to lead you to his lips; supple and breathtaking.

Before getting too lost in him, your reminded him where you were, and that you were expected. Maturely, he acknowledged this. Begrudgingly, he created a divide between your bodies and started the journey back to the Sully home.

Upon arriving, you both stopped just before entering the home, listening closely to what all unfolded inside. There were many more than just the normal round of voices - maybe even drinks being served? You and Neteyam exchanged a look of uncertainty.

"We should go in..." you mumbled, toying with Neteyam's hand nervously.

"Yes, we should..." he chewed his lip, "...or we could finish something else first."

Life erupted in your chest and lit up your eyes. Neteyam laced together your fingers and whisked you away, laughing along with you as you traveled.

It wasn't long before you arrived at the spirit tree.

#avatar #avatar x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x reader

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beeoftheanxieties · 10 months

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So, @da-proti-toku-grem kind of inspired me to make a lengthy post, sharing some positive vibes across the fandom, listing the reasons why I love each member of Joker Out and why I would go full mom-mode on them and cook for them and bake them gluten-free cookies.

Anyway:

A Joker Out, brain-rot, appreciation post

(members listed in alphabetical order)

Bojan

First up - as someone who had the chance to see them live, he is an insane performer

His ability to enchant the crowd is insane and you can tell really well that he has great acting abilities too

Watched him in Gospod Profesor too, spot on for someone who is a so-called amateur

His singing voice is... amazing to say the least, it feels really unique

Also, the way he talks, the sound of his voice, the words he uses, his pronunciation, if there were awards for talking he would get one

The languages he speaks, I want to study him, linguistically, he is truly a phenomenon

We of course love a bilingual king

He looks like he has his priorities straight

I also respect him so much for how open he is about his mental illness

I might relate to him a bit too much at times whoops

And the fact that he can somehow befriend literally anyone??? Love that

His friendship with Jere is the main one of course

Oh yeah and the fact that he literally helped people who collapsed at their gigs a few times

Bless him, he deserves all the rest he is hopefully getting

Jan

First things first, I have a soft spot for math guys

And the way he talks about math is fascinating (but you still won't get me to like it Jan)

Cat dad???? We absolutely adore Igor and a man loving cats is such a green flag

I know people say he mumbles a bit and it's hard to understand him at times, but idk, he talks nice and slowly, so it's still really easy to understand him

He comes from my home region, so I am very biased haha

Also, every band needs a guitarist with luscious locks

He absolutely owns the colour red, that colour was invented specifically for him

The nose ring suits him so well too, this man KNOWS what fits him

And if that ends up being jackets with nothing underneath when he performs, THEN SO BE IT

I know people call Kris the lesbian icon, but from what I've seen lesbians are very drawn to Jan as well

Oh, and he gives me Klaus from the Umbrella Academy vibes (I blame the hair and the pink boa)

Jure

Holy shit, sunshine in human form????

The most underappreciated one in the band imo

His surname literally means 'cat' and I am so normal that Jan has called him 'muca'

He also comes from my region haha, bias again

He's really good at filming, he actually shot a few things for RTV (national TV station) and edited them as well, god, talent

Also playing drums... I have sang, I have played guitar, played bass, but drums is something I feel like I could NEVER do, so hats off to you

As @da-proti-toku-grem pointed out, THE MOLE ON HIS LIP? weak knees, yes

He also reminds me of a good friend of mine and I vibe with him so much, I feel like I would vibe with Jure as well

I really don't like the fact that drummers tend to get ignored and I just wish there was more Jure performing content

Though I love it how every time, during Novi Val, he comes to the front and hangs with the others

His hair also looks so soft and fluffy aaaaaa

Again, biased but he resembles my bf the most out of everyone so hmmmm

Kris

The baby of the band! (and the only one in the band I could actually call 'mulc')

In case you didn't know yet, he's half Dutch

And he speaks Dutch, which, as someone who speaks Dutch (in theory, not in practice) makes me really happy

I wish to study him linguistically as well

Also his parents' story feels very close to me, as I'm dating outside of my culture as well

According to him he was menace as a kid and I think we should normalise the fact that you can become a better person as you grow up

But pls don't honk at me on the road Kris, pls, I will cry

The songs he wrote??? NGVOT and Vse kar vem??? Oh boy, I love them, adore them

His holey sweaters are also a vibe

Dutch fans, if you don't shower him and the rest of the band with gifts at their Dutch concerts, I will be mad

Also gotta honorably mention Maks

They gotta be my fav nepo-but-not-really babies out there

Kinda like Maya Hawke?

I am ranting

He also looks like the only member of the band that I would fight, and idk why

Also, I must know if he supports Max Verstappen haha

Minus points for chemistry though, I cannot with that

Nace

Okay everyone

Here we go

We have reached my beloved

I love all of them, but Nace just a bit more

It was love at first sight, I cannot lie

I have a soft spot for bassists and he might actually convince me to try and play bass again

He has been playing it for so long too??? like wow

Oh and of course; THE TATTOOS, BLESSETH BE THE TATTOOS

I will always go feral about his tattoos

At every concert

I know he was the last to join the band but it looks like he fits in so nicely, it's beautiful

Strong mom-codded dad friend vibes

He kinda is the dad of the band haha

And he looks like he gives amazing hugs (lucky all of you who had managed to get one already)

A nice addition to the band

Oh and he's apparently shit at sports which is like... felt

Plus the fact that he wanted to be a vet?

Me too boo, me too, but neither of us is there now

Anway, I'll stop now. In conclusion, this band has my whole heart and they deserve every good thing that happens to them and so much more.

#joker out #nace jordan #jan peteh #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #kris gustin #bojan cvjeticanin #jure maček #jure macek #bee's rants #this probably makes me sound so delulu but I swear I am not #though i will admit #i have yet to have gone outside today #anyway let me know what y'all think about our boys

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wolken-himmel · 2 years

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In which Epel takes (Y/n) with him to his hometown of Harveston. Of course, introductions with his family are in order!

Request by @callmepittoo.

"Woah, so many apple trees everywhere!"

You couldn't take your eyes off of the majestic trees lined up left and right beside you. They framed the dirt path you walked on beautifully, casting soothing shadows upon you and your companion.

A proud smile adorned Epel's face as he pushed his chest out. "I'm glad ya like it so far!" he chirped enthusiastically. "We ain't struggling as bad anymore since the VDC with Vil's generous plug. Folk are lining up to buy our apple juice, also asking for an autograph from Vil, but eh—" He rolled his eyes at the mentioning of his dorm leader, even gurgled up some saliva in the back of his mouth to spit it out onto the side walk. Although he did break out into a fit of coughing afterwards.

You were about to tease him but were interrupted by an excited voice coming from the far end of the dirt path. "Are my eyes playing tricks on me again? Or is that little Epel—" The voice belonged to an old woman whose silhouette you could eventually discern from the leaves of the apple trees.

Epel seemed to tense as the two of you continued on, and his steps slowed down as well. The quizzical gaze you sent him was answered by anxiety haunting his youthful face. But, Epel could only stall for a few minutes at most, and you eventually arrived by a barn at the end of the path.

The facade was painted in a bright red, its hue having been dimmed down by the constant sunlight, you assumed. Tools of all sizes and shapes were strewn around the barn, and a heap of apples lay in one particularly large wheelbarrow. But, what caught your attention the most was the adjacent farmhouse and the two women in front of it — probably your friend's grandmother and mother.

And boy, were they excited upon spotting you.

"Everyone, little Epel is back!" his mother yelled happily and pulled him into a tight hug once he was in arm's reach.

She looked just like her son — soft curls of lavender-coloured hair and a gentle look to her face. The apron she wore made her exude a homely feeling, and for a moment, you felt as if you were visiting your own family.

Epel's pale cheeks turned a bright red as he tried to worm his way out of her embrace. Once he had freed himself, he let out a childish whine. "Ma, I told ya to stop calling me 'little'! I ain't little anymore." To prove his point, he straightened his back and slammed his fist onto his chest. "I'm a fully grown man now!" he exclaimed while glancing into your direction, especially when you began chuckling to yourself.

His mother simply let out a little snort before ruffling his lavender-coloured hair. "Whatever you say, honey-pie!" she exclaimed and gave him a slap to his back that made him stumble right into you. Her eyes widened upon noticing your presence, but the corners of her lips soon pulled up into a warm smile. "Oh— and who might that be?" She looked you up and down curiously but without any ill intent.

His grandmother let out a hearty laugh. "That must be his better half—"

At that, Epel's face turned as red as the apples behind him. "Ew, no!" he cried out while desperately avoiding your amused gaze.

Before you could interject to make your friend feel less awkward, a new person made themselves known by appearing in the door frame to the farmhouse. You glanced up and were the first one to notice the man grinning at the four of you. "Eheh, your face is as red as a good ole apple, son!" the man exclaimed and slapped his thigh with his hand.

Epel let out a whine. "Da! Don't take their side!"

"Oh, it's so easy to mess with you, son," his father muttered playfully and wrapped him into a suffocating side hug.

However, their attention soon landed on you again, and when silence followed, you took a deep breath to introduce yourself. "Hello! I'm (Y/n), it's nice to meet you," you said and extended a hand, expecting a handshake, as naive as you were.

Instead of a handshake, you were pulled into a bone crushing hug by his grandmother. "Oh, it's a pleasure!" she cried out and squeezed you even tighter. Your friend's parents began laughing heartily when you tapped onto her shoulder for release.

"Grandma, let poor (Y/n) breathe!" Epel exclaimed and crossed his arms in annoyance. "Besides, didn't I tell ya that we were coming? Y'all are making such drama."

His mother let out a playfully airy hum. "Oh, it must have slipped my mind, dearie."

Much to his dismay, his grandmother wouldn't stop talking and fussing all over you. "What's ya favourite colour? Do ya want me to make ya a scarf? A hat? It gets pretty cold here in the winter—" she continued to ramble on, forcing you to nod along, a little bit overwhelmed. "Oh, you'll definitely need a hat when ya come visit again during the winter seasons." His grandmother finished with a determined nod.

Epel let out a sigh at that. "Ugh, this prolly was a mistake..."

Yet, just as he was about to grab your hand and pull you away from his overbearing family, his grandmother did so first herself. Her hold on you like shackles, she dragged you off into the farmhouse enthusiastically. "Oh and ya must be thirsty! Dontcha worry, we have lots of fresh apple juice in the kitchen." Her steps were quick, and you soon disappeared with her into the quaint interior. "Besides, I have to introduce ya to little Epel's grandpa!"

"Look out, son—" his father teased, "or else Grandma will start planning the wedding."

The first-year jumped up at once with eyes as large as saucers. "Oh by the Great Seven— you're right, Da!" he cried out and darted off to where you had been dragged. He left a trail of destruction in his wake, running over tables and bumping into doors on his way there.

His parents chuckled amongst themselves. "Why must ya frighten him this much, honey?" his mother asked and quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

A quaint sigh escaped his father's lips. "This one's nice. Y'know how his grandma is with nice ones, sweetie—" He paused and wiggled his eyebrows jokingly. "Scoops 'em up like a mother hen immediately and tells 'em embarrassing stories of little Epel as a kid."

And right on cue, Epel's voice rang up from inside the house. "Grandma! Not that incident—!" he cried out loudly, followed by your uncontrollable laughter.

His mother started smiling from ear to ear. "Oh— this is gonna be so much fun!"

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #readr insert #y/n #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #twst epel #twst epel felmier #twisted wonderland epel #gender neutral reader

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da-ill-spot · 5 days

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June 15 // Patchez Circus LA // DTLA // TIX

And we are back for round 2 of Patchez Circus LA in collaboration with MLC Prod and Patchez Clownz.

Come vibe out with some of the best entertainers you’ll ever see! Patchez Circus consists of clowns, fire spinners, burlesque and pole dancers, live music, vendors, and much more!

We will be rocking from 11pm - 5am. Full details and lineup dropping soon!

#Patchez Circus #shows #events #clowns #circus #hiphop #DTLA #Los Angeles #Patchez Clownz #MLC Prod #Da ILL Spot #LA Nightlife #f #fire spinners #burlesque #pole dancers #live music #DJs #bands #MCs

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mimisplayground · 5 months

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Sergeant Gaz, The calm, quiet, and cruel <3

Tags: Sensory Deprivation (he puts noise canceling headphones on you during da deed), light bondage, Slight violence at the beginning, Reader gets slapped at the beginning (but it was consented to!!), Also you get called out by ghost for the whole price thing, Orgasm control, he calls u dear :3

I HOPE U ALL LOVE IT!! (also sorry for the misleading beginning, it was gonna be a ghost and soap chapter but i changed my mind… ILL DO THAT NEXT I PROMISE!!)

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Ghost putting you in that headlock left you grumpy for the rest of the day, mumbling when you were around him.

And as he pinches that sensitive raw flesh, you hold back a squeal and quickly turn around, glaring at him, ready to fly off the handle and cuss him out.

But you find yourself at a full loss for words when you see his eyes squint from under his mask and he drawls out his words. “Careful sweetheart, down want me covering Captain's marks with my own do you?”

You pause, flustered, and want to die on the spot when you hear Soap laugh like it was an inside joke. You huff and turn around, stomping away in anger. And you make it all the way to the front of Prices office before thinking about the fact that he would probably use the words you had in your head as an excuse to leave you unable to sit for awhile again.

With that in mind, you turn around, walking to your own room and sitting on your bed with a huff.

The next month you were careful as could be. A record for you honestly, and you could feel it itching beneath your skin to voice some loud criticisms.

So you were practically boiling at the lid when you get stuck on Gaz’s lap during a vehicle mission. You’ve managed to hold yourself back thus far, so it should have come as no surprise to anyone that your breaking point was watching Gaz step on your shoelace to untie your boot.

Now granted, turning and full-blown knocking him in the head with your fist while yelling out a quick “watch what the fuck you’re doing” MIGHT have been overkill, it wasn't really on your top list of thoughts for that moment. And really, was it even your fault that you turned around too quickly to see the rage on Gaz’s face?

The mission went smoothly, an easy one that honestly didn’t even need as much manpower as they sent. But you couldn’t stop the sinking feeling in your gut from forming at the sly comments the rest of 141 was making at your expense.

Comments about your attitude getting you in trouble, and a pat on the back from Price as he says -way too happily- that he couldn’t save you from this one.

The ride back was silent between you and Gaz, even as you found yourself sitting in his lap again. And if only you had clairvoyance, then you would’ve been able to see just how awful that silence would be later.

You didn’t expect a hand to close around the back of your neck tightly the second you got out of the vehicle, jumping in surprise when you looked back to see the hand belonging to Gaz. He smiles at you sweetly, and you think nothing of following him to his room when he guides you there, letting him help you out of the uncomfortable clothing and push you into the bathroom to shower.

And the shower was honestly amazing. You would’ve barricaded yourself in there if you knew what was waiting for you. You walked out, Gaz looking over looking fresh like he had just washed as well. He walks to you, leading you to his bed silently. Now that you thought about it, the talkative man hadn’t spoken a peep to you since you had punched him.

He wasn’t still mad about that, was he?

He hugs you from behind, and he whispers in your ear softly. “I’m gonna be rough, alright dear? Tell me if you’re ok with me roughing you up bad,” he rasps out, and you nod lightly.

He’s a gentle man you figure, he wouldn’t really get THAT rough, would he?

You were an idiot.

He had you on the bed, staring down at you lightly before making quick work of tying your hands together.

And you almost want to speak, open your mouth too, when a harsh smack flies across your face. In oddly the same spot you had punching him in the face.

It didn’t hurt much, not at all really, more of a sting with a noise loud enough to leave you dazed. Your head stays to the side in a daze as he pulls out a pair of range ear protectors. The bulky headphone-looking ones that you always got made fun of for (you liked to decorate the ones that you were just wearing in the practice range.)

Popping them onto your ears and watching your confusion rise as he smiles and waves at you. And you’re left with the only noise you can hear is your own panting. It was humiliating in a way, but nowhere near how humiliating it was when you heard yourself let out a strangled moan when you felt Gaz start prodding at your entrance with slicked-up fingers. You stare up at him and you have no clue how to react when he leans down to kiss you. Leaving sweet kisses all over your face while playing with your sex nonchalantly.

Always a bit too much, always a bit too little. You jolt when he kisses you on the mouth, biting your lip and letting his tongue invade your mouth. You’re left almost wincing at the sounds of your tongues dancing around with each other, and when you pull away you suddenly remember how deafeningly silent it was with the ear protectors on.

Gaz works you like a fine instrument, bringing you so close to the edge before backing away. Rubbing your stomach you watch him laugh and all too sweet laugh at the look of fat tears rolling down your cheeks. His skin glistened with sweat like he was the one having his body played with.

You knew that however fucked out that Brit looked, you were 10x worse. And when he felt he had stretched you enough you felt him get to work pushing the blunt tip of his cock into you.

And god, Gaz wasn’t quite as long as Price was, but dammit was he thick. It left you gasping for air and clawing at the ties around your wrist in an attempt to reach up and get your hands in Garrick’s tight curls and claw your nails down his back. He hit all the right spots and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you mewled and moaned.

His thrusts were quick and rough, bullying your insides with each thrust in and leaving you sobbing at each pull-out. You’re gripping the pillow under you, your legs wrapped tight around Garrick's waist. You see him groaning and mumbling, but all that you can hear is your own panting and downright porno moans.

And you just know the others can hear you. If not your awful moans then the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall. And when you reach your peak you feel like it's heaven on earth. But heaven on earth quickly became too much as Gaz kept fucking you through it.

You try to tug yourself away, and you gasp in bliss when Gaz roughly grabs your hips with his calloused hands and slams you right back down.

He kept at it for a few more minutes, quickly catapulting you into another orgasm before he slams in harshly and you feel a sticky warmth fill your insides. Gaz rubs at you a bit longer, making sure you reach that mind-shattering sensation one more time.

He lets you both sit there panting and swearing together for a moment, before reaching up and yanking off the headphones. You feel a few tears leave your eyes at being able to hear his post-orgasm groans and panting finally.

“Apologize, dear.” He commands airily, and you’re quickly muttering out apology after apology, tugging your wrists until he unties them. He brings your wrists close and kisses both of them lovingly. You take advantage of the situation to lean forward and leave a kiss on his lips.

“Good little love, knowing how to apologize so sweetly.” He says softly as you both kiss into a calm state of mind, with him laying on top of you at this point as you soothe your hands from his neck down, petting him softly.

At this point, you might start misbehaving more often if this is what it’ll get you.

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KYLE GARRICK 😋😋 I LUV HIM SM

i hope u guys like this i saw someone ask me to make this a series so thats wut im going to do :3 leave comments and suggestions!! requests and asks still open!!

#fanfic #cod smut #gaz cod #kyle garrick #gaz smut #gaz call of duty #requests open #send asks #gaz x reader #gaz x you #gender neutral reader #cod x reader #self indulgence at its finest

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smoking-old-toby · 1 year

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barduil amnesia snippet (ficlet? scene? whatever)

@bi-widower-dads

Bard blinks, trying to wake up, but it's slow going. His head feels... fuzzy. Maybe he's coming down with a cold. He hopes not. Working the barge with a cold is miserable.

When Bard finally manages to open his eyes, he narrows them. What is going on? There's a man with long silver hair sitting in a chair next to his bed, looking... relieved?

Was he struck with an illness during the night, badly enough that Sigrid felt she must get help? But if someone was to be called, why a stranger?

His heart begins to race as panic rears its head. He needs to see the children. As long as Sigrid, Bain, and Tilda are okay, everything will be fine. Bard can handle anything else.

"No need to fret," the man says, "the children are well. Sigrid is looking after the younger ones while I look after you."

The healer's voice is confident, soothing. Everything is okay. The children are fine, and while Bard might not be... completely well, it doesn't seem to be serious.

Letting out a long sigh, Bard is glad his heart has slowed. "You surprised me, that's all. Was Maggie unable to help with what ails me?"

"Sigrid thought it would take more than Maggie's expertise, and I came as soon as she sent word."

He wants to ask... What did he want to ask? Sigrid... how did she know this healer? Bard shakes his head a little, trying to clear it.

He turns his face to escape those alluring blue eyes, to realize he doesn't recognize the room. "Is this your home?"

Bard looks back to the healer when he gets no reply.

The healer just stares at him, face blank. Wait. Did Bard just think of the healer as alluring? What would make him alluring? Bard knows nothing about him, save his profession, and he's certainly never felt allured by Maggie.

He gasps when the healer takes his chin with long, lithe fingers. Ignoring it, the healer tilts Bard's head this way and that, all while Bard is too stunned by the feeling of those fingers against his skin to protest.

It feels like sparks are flowing through his body. From his chin, through his arms and to his fingertips. Bard thinks of pressing his lips those fingertips... that pale, elegant neck...

The blue eyes are piercing him, looking for... something. "Do you not recognize this room?"

He opens his mouth, and then closes it. He's... supposed to remember this room, then? What's going on?

"You were injured when a building collapsed, Bard."

The healer is trying to tell him what happened to him, but Bard gets distracted by the surprising ache in his hands. An ache to touch the man before him, who looks at him now with such care.

"Bard, do you understand what I am telling you?"

"Yes," Bard replies slowly, "I don't remember the room... because I hurt my head..."

They both look to the door when it creaks open, but before Bard's eyes make it to the door, he spots something about the healer that... can that be right? Did he truly just see pointed ears?

Sigrid bounding through the door distracts him from his discovery. And how Bard's spirits lift at the sight of her!

"Da, you're alright!" she exclaims, before facing the healer. "I'm so glad it worked!"

She is crying tears of joy now, and Bard is sorry for the worry he caused her. He watches Sigrid throw her arms around the healer, who doesn't seem to be fazed by it. The healer... ah, the elf, he remembers. Perhaps it is elven magic making him feel so disoriented.

Indeed, unfazed, the elf holds her close and murmurs comforts to her. They are familiar, and that is when Bard starts to feel the fear creep up again. Sigrid couldn't be familiar with an elf without him knowing... so that must mean... it must mean that he has forgotten more than the room he is in.

"Sigrid," Bard clears his throat, willing his voice not to tremble, "do you think you could give us the room for a bit? I want to... ask him something."

After Sigrid leaves, the elf's face becomes solemn. He must already know that Bard doesn't remember him.

Bard doesn't remember him, but he wants so badly to touch the elf's smooth cheeks... What sound would he make if Bard slowly slid his tongue across his collarbone? His cloudy mind imagines trailing kisses up an arched spine.

With never before having desire to take one he doesn't love to his bed... he can only surmise that... somehow, he met this elf and they fell in love. It is the only thing Bard can think of that fits.

The elf's voice is sad when he says, "If you do not remember me, then you have lost at least a year's worth of memory."

...............

Almost losing his dear friend, Thranduil is grateful Sigrid called for him when she did. And how grateful he is for Bard's strength, that he held on as Thranduil raced to his side.

The happiness he felt at Bard's waking is now tainted with sadness, but he has hope that Elrond can assist. Thranduil has not spoken to Elrond in so long, but this is for Bard. He intends to send a letter to Imaldris as soon as Bard is settled.

Thranduil watches Bard smile at him, and his heart soars at seeing it, for there had been a terror in him just hours ago that he would never see Bard smile again. That he would be gone so young.

Sighing, Bard says, "I'm actually relieved."

Bard has always surprised him. A man, killing a dragon. That same man, demanding Thranduil let him talk to Thorin. But now, he is overwhelmed.

Chuckling lightly, Bard explains, "I was trying to figure it out why I was feeling this way about someone I don't recognize." What? "I guess even though I don't have memories of you... I still know you."

He is chiding himself for his foolishness when it happens. One moment, Thranduil is telling himself that of course Bard only meant familiarity, not that he has romantic inclinations, when the next moment Bard is reaching towards his face.

The movement is so casual and Bard's smile is so sweet. Thranduil knows he will never forget. Those rough, calloused fingers slowly tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

Biting his lip, a low keening sound comes from his mouth, unbidden. Thranduil cannot be blamed for it. It has been so long since he has been touched, and Thranduil has longed for Bard so.

"Elf ears are sensitive." Bard's words are deep and full of wonder.

Thranduil tries not to let shock show on his face, but he is not sure he is entirely successful.

Heat burns behind those lovely brown eyes as Bard takes Thranduil's hands, and runs his thumbs lightly over his knuckles as he earnestly says, "I'm glad we didn't let our differences stop us from being together. It's not often lovers die together anyways, someone is usually left behind."

It feels overly warm in this room. Thranduil looks over to the fireplace to see not a blazing fire, but smoldering embers. It must be the warmth of Bard's gaze making him feel thus.

'Lovers.' Bard thinks he and Thranduil are lovers. Then it occurs to him that Bard must have known, so why had he said nothing? Perhaps his reason for staying silent was the same as Thranduil's, that he didn't feel the sentiment would be returned.

A smile spreads across Thranduil's lips. There are so many reasons not to be smiling. Bard does not remember that he killed a dragon, that he's a king of men.

But Bard loves him.

Thranduil did not believe he could feel any happier than this, but Bard releases his hands to cradle his face between his palms.

Then Bard is kissing him. It is soft at first, and Thranduil leans into him. One of Bard's hands slides from his face and into his hair, anchoring them together. The feeling of Bard's beard against his face is thrilling.

When Bard pulls away a little and starts chuckling, Thranduil asks, voice breathless, "Pray tell, what is so amusing?"

"I don't even know your name."

"Thranduil."

Eyes widening in shock, Bard's mouth gapes open.

Thranduil has been enchanted by Bard's kiss. Surely that is a viable excuse for this slip. He really should have eased Bard into his current life circumstances slowly.

"The Elvenking?!"

#barduilmonth2023 #barduil #smoking old toby #the hobbit

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elenoh · 3 months

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Concept art of some of the ear markings! It includes a few eye and nose colors as well. I’m shooting for a round number of 20 marking colors right now, and am working on fleshing out the genetics and code at the moment. I want to keep the genetics as realistic as possible while allowing for variety and uniqueness in an art based game. I did indeed add blind eyes, anticipating injuries and illness being added later on. Below are some summaries of a general framework for how I have divided the colors/markings and I’d love to hear feedback/opinions!

Marking variations are divided into Pools. These pools: Scarce, Minimum, Light, Medium,and Heavy have their own variety of markings. When determining the amount of expression of a certain phenotype, the chosen pools are unique to each dog. For example, Dog A with heavy spotting may only have one marking from the heavy pool, while Dog B with heavy spotting has markings from the scarce and heavy pool, Dog C might have a marking from each pool; for an extremely heavy expression of spotting, and Dog D may have multiple markings from the heavy pool but another marking might hide it so it looks like nothing from the heavy pool (this can be either a marking from a lesser pool or the markings being partially/completely hidden).

The head, ears, and body are broken up so each have their own pool for more genetic diversity.

Read the full thing at my DA, I'm much more active there!

https://www.deviantart.com/elenoh/art/Markings-Concept-Art-1021395392

#prestigepaws #darpg #art #concept art #dogsim #animalsim #wolvden #lioden

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amchara · 7 months

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Hop Little Bunny (Grey, Sebastian, Gen)

Characters: Grey Owens, Sebastian Valtor

Wordcount: 742

Summary: Grey is determined to resurrect a beloved family pet and turns to his ancestral magic to help make it a reality. But it doesn't quite go to plan…

Or- alternatively, when Grey Owens meets Sebastian Valtor for the first time.

Notes: Anyone call for some creepy Blood Witch bonding in honour of Halloween?

*crickets*

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Grey knew there had to be a way to bring Whiskers back. Sitting back in a cross-legged pose, he stroked her white fur, no longer soft but crusty and spotted with dried blood and dirt. It was probably a fox who had gotten to her. His da had said he’d seen one a few days ago, sniffing around the shed where Whiskers lived.

Grey laid her on the grass, and crouched above, trying to remember what his gran had done, that one time she’d shown him the Secrets.

“What are you doing?” a voice asked from above.

Grey cracked his eyes open, looking up. It was one of the strangers who’d come for the annual festival. A grown-up, though maybe not as old as his mummy and da - this one had barely any beard compared to the other grown men, just a couple wisps above his mouth and a few hairs on his chin.

“Bringing my bunny back,” Grey said, with all the dignity of his five and half years. He moved protectively to cover Whiskers. He knew the man might try to stop him.

“Ahh,” the man said, rocking back on his heels. “I see.” He ran a hand over his mouth. “You uh, know the bunny is dead?”

“I can bring her back. I’m a Blood Witch,” was the indignant reply. “So I can do anything.”

The man’s face cracked into a broad grin. “Far be it for me to stop a determined Blood Witch,” he said seriously. He gestured. “Do you mind if I watch? It would be interesting to see you work your magic.”

Grey considered the request, and then nodded. The man settled back, and watched as Grey laid out the sticks and stones in a vague approximation of the circle his gran used before carefully laying his bunny in the middle of it. He watched as Grey screwed up his face in concentration and spoke in the Old Language. He watched as Grey reached inside himself, like he’d been taught, to find the little circle of power. Whiskers’ legs twitched and her neck twisted as he attempted to help her live again.

But too soon, Grey could feel his magic fading away. He felt her little body grow cold again underneath his fingers and tears welled up behind his eyes.

“It’s a harsh lesson, to be sure,” he heard the man whisper.

Grey had forgotten he was there. He sniffed and glared at the man. “I almost had it,” he whispered. “I just needed more power.��

This time the man’s voice was softer and kinder. “It wouldn’t have worked. You would’ve needed the power of Shadow itself,” he said. He reached and waved a hand over Whiskers and she bounded up, her front legs and hind ones jerking about in a strange fashion, her eyes glowing red, heading towards Grey.

A nursery song his gran used to sing ran through his head as he watched Whisker’s lopsided movements -

See the little bunnies sleeping till it’s nearly noon Shall we go and gently wake them with a merry tune?They're so still, are they ill?

No! Wake up bunnies!

Hop little bunnies, hop, hop, hop

Grey leapt back. “Why- why is she like that?” he asked, and Whiskers immediately dropped again. Still dead.

“Her blood is pooling,” the man said, and it sounded like he wanted to apologise. “Makes it hard to control her movements.”

Grey stared at Whisker’s body on the ground. Tears started to fall quickly and he let out several quiet whimpers. Whiskers was dead and not even the Blood Witch magic could bring her back. Deep down, he had known this fact and the limits of his magic. Had known it all his life. It was why he didn’t have a brother anymore.

The man let out a strangled noise. He started to turn away, and as he did so, Grey rushed over to grab Whiskers, burying his face in her fur, his sobs growing louder. Then the stranger turned around.

“I- I can help you bury her,” he said.

Grey nodded, hiccuping slightly and he went to find some shovels from the shed.

When they finished and the tiny mound was covered over again with dirt, the man stood up.

His eyes met Grey’s briefly before darting away. “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer,” he said. “See you around, Grey Owens - say hello to your da and your gran from Sebastian Valtor.”

#fate the winx saga #ftws #grey owens #sebastian valtor #my fanfic

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