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Eärendil · The Mariner

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[lathalea]

Wild Strawberries

Moodboard by @linasofia 😍

Fandom: The Hobbit Relationships: Thorin x f!OC Warnings: smut, pure smut, so help me Mahal Rating: E (18+)

Summary: Several years after Erebor is reclaimed, Thorin decides to celebrate his beloved wife's birthday... and is very enthusiastic about it. A/N: This story is a birthday gift for @legolasbadass from Linasofia and yours truly. Once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LB! 🎉🎁🎈

You can find this fic on AO3.

Khuzdul: Bunnelê - my treasure of treasures

Leaving the northmost spur of the Lonely Mountain behind him, Thorin entered the forest at its foot. The lush, dark emerald sea of pine trees surrounded him; each of them at least as tall as two grown Men—their rapid growth being the result of the magic the elves of the Woodland Realm bestowed upon this land in exchange for goods only Erebor could provide them with. It was a bright summer day and the sun speckled the undergrowth of the forest with gold, as if someone scattered countless coins across it. A small smile curved up Thorin’s lips at the recollection of that very profitable agreement with the Elves and the role his clever wife played in hammering it out a couple of years ago. Anila… Ah, his sweet Anila and her talent of finding useful information in ancient tomes and musty treaties. Then, her cunning negotiation tactics side-blinded the Sylvan negotiator, driving every single clause home. The precedent she found—dating five hundred years ago—was instrumental in cornering the Elves and making them agree to their conditions. There was nothing better than the taste of flawless victory… especially if followed by a private but intense celebration that took place in his marital bed. 

Taking in a deep breath, Thorin allowed himself to close his eyes and feel the tension leave his body. Being the king of a prosperous Dwarvish kingdom was a great privilege, but also a sizable burden; one that could have felt almost unbearable at times—if not for the assistance of his royal consort. Thank Mahal for the ancient tradition that required the king to take a wife. At first, this was to be an arranged marriage but one day spent in Anila’s company when they met for the first time, a year after Erebor was reclaimed, was enough for Thorin to know this would be an union of both hearts and minds.

Today was a special day: his wife’s birthday. Thorin’s most trusted companions and aides were working deep in the mountain, at the shore of the underground lake, preparing the celebrations for the evening: there were hundreds of candles to be lit and put onto minuscule boats that would float on the lake; countless flowers to decorate the caverns; dozens of dishes to be served, music and dances to be planned, and many other surprise attractions to be planned. Thorin’s task was to divert Anila’s attention until it was time for the celebrations—and diverting his lovely wife’s attention happened to be one of his favourite pastimes.

And so he found himself on the forest path, with a full picnic basket in his hand, on his way to Anila’s favourite hideout. From time to time, she would disappear with a thick roll of parchments and a quill and then return hours later with a mysterious smile on her face and ink-stained fingers. Thorin would take her hand into his, place an ardent kiss over her knuckles and ask what she had been up to. The smile on her delicious lips would widen, she would hide that roll of parchments behind her back, rise up on her tiptoes, peck his cheek, and murmur into his ear, “It is a secret of the state, my king.” The sultry tones in her voice would make his blood sing in his veins—that was a clear invitation to flirt, and with Anila, that game two of them played often ended with their clothes scattered all around, and them panting, their bodies entangled, in the most unusual places of the Mountain.

That was his Anila, an incandescent mix of fire and tenderness.

Today, she mysteriously disappeared before he woke, and now he was finally on her trail. He took a few more steps ahead among the brambles, careful not to make any noise, when he saw a familiar silhouette sitting on a blanket. It was Anila; her back was turned towards him, but he would recognize the dress she wore, one of her favourites, and the silky waves of her beautiful hair everywhere, dark as smoky quartz, the braids that adorned it, and the marriage beads with the sigil of his house he offered her over the marriage anvil on the day of their wedding. Her hair was side-swept to the right, uncovering the column of her neck, and Thorin licked his lips at the sight, wanting to press them against that smooth skin and taste it.

Later, he scolded himself. He was on a mission, after all.

After slowly placing the basket on the ground, he soundlessly kneeled inches behind her. Whatever Anila was doing, she was clearly focused, so much so that she did not notice his approach. Only when his hands covered her eyes from behind, she squeaked in surprise.

“Guess who…” Thorin murmured straight into her ear, his voice low and sensual. He was very much aware of the effect his voice had on her and he was determined to make a good use of it today.

“Thorin…! You scared me!” she chuckled, looking anything but frightened. Anila turned her face back towards him, taking his hands into hers and lowering them onto her lap. He still held her in an embrace and did not plan to let her go.

“Have I?” He lifted his eyebrow in amusement, moving his lips closer to hers. “May I remedy it somehow?”

Anila blinked, her eyes glittering with mirth.

“That would depend on the remedy, my king,” she offered.

He brushed his lips oh-so-lightly against hers. They were as soft as he remembered, and she smelled like those blue flowers he never remembered the name of, so sweet and innocent, like the break of a new day. When she held her breath as their lips joined for a few heartbeats, a sign that he had her full attention, Thorin deepened the kiss with as much tenderness as he could muster, his hand delving into her cascading hair, until he felt her body pressing against him in anticipation for more. A large part of him wanted to continue, coaxed by her dizzying closeness and that little sigh she gave, but he needed to follow his plan. It was his wife’s birthday and this day needed to be perfect—just like her.

He moved back slightly, giving her cheek a slight caress with his fingertips and trying to ignore the wave of arousal he felt looking at her slightly swollen lips, like fresh raspberries, her shining eyes, and her heaving bosom. She wore a green dress, one of her favourites, that happened to be one of his favourite garments of hers as well due to a generously revealing neckline. Mahal, this plan of his was more difficult to carry out than he thought. He was supposed to be the one offering distraction, not the other way around.

“I brought the remedy with me, my queen,” he hummed, placing the heavy basket between them and sitting down beside it. It contained the best delicacies the royal kitchens had to offer.

“A lunch?” she peeked under the colourfully embroidered piece of cloth that covered the basket. “It smells lovely.”

“I cannot allow my wife to starve, can I?” Thorin replied, taking in the way she looked at that moment—with a playful smile and golden specks of sun kissing her face, one of them dancing at the tip of her nose. He wondered whether his plan of having a romantic midday meal with his wife would be ruined if he was to kiss that very spot now.

“You are a very attentive husband. Let us eat, then!” Anila decided, putting away a stack of parchments from her lap to the side. Her fingers were stained with ink.

“May I ask what you were working on?” Thorin said, taking out all kinds of food from the basket. Freshly baked bread, three kinds of cheese straight from Dale, white radishes, a jar of honey, hazelnuts and a bottle of good wine from his private cellar.

“You may,” Anila reached for the bread. “But I will not tell you. Not yet, at least. It is not yet finished.”

“So it is as I feared. You are writing a memoir of our scandalous marriage,” Thorin crunched on a radish with gusto.

He adored making her laugh and the way her laughter found its way to her eyes.

“I doubt Erebor is ready for such a read,” she uttered between giggles. “Besides, technically speaking, the events pertaining to our marriage are a state secret and therefore cannot be made public.”

“Perhaps it is for the best. I do not think I would be happy if our whole kingdom would know of my wife’s talents,” he cast her a meaningful glance. “I would rather keep to myself the things you can do with your… ouch!”

A piece of bread hit him right in the middle of his chest as Anila cleared her throat loudly.

“... brilliant mind. I meant your brilliant mind!” Thorin explained, trying to make his words sound as sincere as he could.

“Truly? Is that what you are thinking about at this very moment?” she teased.

“What else? I am still in awe about the way you handled those envoys from Minas Tirith,” Thorin hoped he looked like an embodiment of innocence at the moment.

“Oh? Remind me?” Anila tilted her head and gracefully licked her honey-covered fingers. It made Thorin swallow hard. That vixen. She knew very well what she was doing to him, but he was going to be strong and so he continued this charade.

“That expression of shock on their faces when they understood they would be discussing matters of state with a woman! And the realisation that you completely outwitted them!” Thorin could not help himself but chuckle at the memory.

“Ah yes, I seem to remember something along these lines,” she admitted, lazily taking another bite of bread and looking into his eyes. A drop of honey landed on her shapely bosom, making Thorin lick his lips as it glistened in the sun.

“And so you should, bunnelê. You used their greatest weakness against them marvellously. I will never understand why the People of Men underestimate their women so,” he reached out to take her hand and placed a kiss on it. Not over the knuckles, oh no, his lips found the centre of her palm and pressed against her skin. She smelled like flowers in bloom and tasted like honey. Despite the food they ate, his hunger was far from satiated.

“Cultural differences, my love,” Anila replied, cupping his bearded jaw before freeing her hand from his. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her fingers brushing against his beard. “One of our greatest assets when dealing with Men.”

“Exactly as I said, brilliant mind,” he gave her a playful smirk that coaxed a silvery burst of laughter from Anila.

This atmosphere—and their mutual teasing—reigned throughout the whole meal, accompanied by the twittering of the forest birds and gentle rustling of trees. You are a lucky Dwarf, thought Thorin, enjoying the feeling of content, laying on his side, his body weight resting on his elbow as he admired the sight in front of him. A beautiful day spent with a companion who is not only beautiful but also smart… to the point of putting your willpower to a test with her merciless teasing. And she happens to be your wife. Just look at her, the way the summer breeze plays with her hair, the way she takes a sip of wine, her sensual lips wrapping over the edge of her cup, or the way her fingers seem to dance in the air as she explains something about that newest decree on mining safety. And the way she speaks your name, with so much feeling and softness in her eyes. Is she not perfect? The true queen of your heart?

Thorin would never put these thoughts into words, of course. His wife would surely think him ridiculously mawkish and overly sentimental. The king of the Khazad of the Lonely Mountain should be anything but ridiculous. The best course of action was to keep such maudlin thoughts to himself.

“I think a dessert is in order,” he decided after a few more moments of his reverie.

“A dessert? I feel so full, I do not think I can eat even a bit more,” Anila sighed.

Thorin simply said, “Wild strawberries.”

“What?” she gasped.

He placed a small woven basket in front of her, its contents covered with peppermint leaves.

“How…? This forest is too young for wild strawberries…” she whispered to herself, removing the leaves and seeing small, oblong ruby-red shapes laid out in layers. “They smell delicious. It has to be magic!”

“Try one and see for yourself,” Thorin gave her a triumphant smile. Surprising his wife was something he never had enough of. Perhaps it was also partially because of the enthusiastic way she showed their gratitude, but even a king could be self-indulgent from time to time, he decided.

“A rider from the Woodland Realm brought them at the break of dawn,” he divulged his secret, admiring the way his wife put one of the berries into her mouth. She closed her eyes and hummed approvingly.

“You asked King Thranduil for a handful of the first wild strawberries of the season?” she then asked.

“Aye.”

“And he agreed?”

“Aye.”

“And sent a messenger to you in the middle of the night?”

“As you can see,” he pointed at the berries in front of them.

“Are you truly telling me you had a peaceful conversation with Thranduil during which you agreed on something? Without shouting and cursing each other’s ancestors five generations back? I think I will go with the ‘magic’ explanation,” Anila shook her head, but Thorin noticed the sparks of laughter in her eyes.

“I did not say there was no shouting involved,” he humoured her.

“If you say so,” she chuckled and took another berry. “Mmmm… They are very sweet. Have you tasted them yet?”

Thorin shook his head.

Without a word, she put the berry into his mouth and let him close his lips over her lingering fingers a moment before she retreated them.

“Very sweet indeed,” he admitted, still feeling her caress against his skin. “Just like you.”

Now it was his turn to take a berry and offer it to Anila. Her lips opened a bit and she gently took it between her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against his fingertips. A wave of heat passed through him, a multitude of thoughts flooded his mind, but not a single one of them was mawkish.

Before he had a chance to react, she put another berry into his mouth and sealed it with hers. A low purr escaped him when their lips met, her kiss even sweeter than the fruit, and he tasted her to his heart’s content. There was tenderness and gentleness in that kiss, but the song of her supple lips dancing against his spoke of fire kindling inside her—and in his mind, Thorin agreed that it was time for another kind of distraction. He covered her cheeks with a myriad of feather-light kisses, whispering words of adoration into her ear as her fingers ran through his hair, caressing his scalp, eliciting a groan of pleasure out of him. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss, revelling in the way she responded to him, their bodies pressed against each other, their lips on fire. Then his lips traced a smooth trail along the line of her jaw, and found the way to her neck. Each of his kisses aimed at claiming her skin, every single inch of it. She tilted her head back invitingly and he continued his explorations, his lips finding the sensitive spot below her ear, and then adorning that place at the juncture of her neck and shoulder with kisses, precisely the way she liked it. When she rewarded him with a moan, he felt her body tremble in anticipation. Thorin was still hungry, hungry for her, even hungrier than before, and he refused to restrict himself any longer. Not on a day like this. 

He lay her on the blanket, her eyes shining, her cheeks slightly flushed, the round peaks of her breasts rising and falling, her hair scattered around her head, glowing in the sun like a halo or richly veined marble, and he found himself in need of stealing yet another kiss.

“Anila,” he murmured, “you are breathtaking.”

She did not reply—busy with stealing a kiss from him this time and wrapping her arms around his neck—while his hand travelled down until he felt that round, supple softness under his palm and the warmth that seeped through the thin fabric of her gown. He played with the idea of simply ripping her bodice—her whole gown—apart and feasting on her naked body until dusk and beyond… and then wrapping her in his cloak and smuggling her back into the mountain for a long and eventful bath, the birthday celebrations be damned, but this tempting plan had to wait. Instead, he gave her breast a gentle squeeze and proceeded to undo the front of her bodice while his lips slipped down her neck and found the sweet spot on her left breast that tasted like honey.

“The High Council…” Anila gasped as his tongue swirled over her skin and then his lips closed over the spot again. “That meeting tomorrow… They will be scandalized when they see that hickey, my love…”

“We both know they will not say a word about it,” he chuckled. “Just as it happened last month, remember?”

“I forget what a clever strategist you are. Yes, I remember, Master Finulv was speechless, Balin pretended not to notice anything, and you could barely keep awake during that council meeting. That high collar doublet suited you very well, by the way,” she admitted, helping herself to the buttons of his tunic.

“It was my attempt at covering the proof of my wife’s fiery temperament,” he smirked, observing Anila’s nimble fingers at work. “I do not think I was successful. Master Bragi did not dare to lift his gaze from his notes even once.”

His wife’s only response was a chuckle just before she covered his lips with hers.

Among the kisses and caresses generously bestowed upon each other, among their whispers and sighs, they eagerly shed most of their clothes. Thorin gave out a satisfied hum, admiring Anila’s sun-speckled skin, the alluring curves of her body glowing as if imbued with the light of thousands of Ereborean diamonds. He was certain there were words that could describe this vision of ethereal beauty before him, but he could not find any. 

“My king seems to be lost in thoughts,” he heard her say playfully. “Allow me to help you.”

Anila lowered herself in front of him and her hands started roaming his body, releasing him from his trousers. Her kisses burning a bold path on his lower abdomen, and he found himself unable to take his eyes off her; of her nimble fingers wrapping around his already hardened manhood; of her hair like silk between his fingers, of her lovely lips that closed over his tip, of her sultry gaze, of the soft heat he was delving into, of her palm that…

“Anila… Mahal…” His wife knew him so well and she knew exactly what would please him, but today was not about him. “Allow me to take care of you first.”

“I was under the impression that you were in the mood for dessert,” she looked up at him innocently, licking her lips. Vixen. Merciless vixen. And he wanted more of her.

“Oh yes, I do,” he smiled, moving towards her.

“A dessert…” she gave out a chuckle when his lips greedily closed over her nipple, lavishing it with attention. Between the gentle nibbles and soft kisses scattered over her rosy peaks, among her sighs and his praising murmurs, his hands painted devout patterns along her body, in an act of physical worship. Thorin did not wish to stop; he craved to cover all off her body with his kisses, to bedeck it with his caresses, to offer his queen endless ecstasy. He wanted to offer her as much pleasure as he could and revel in her rapture. Soon she was stretched beneath him, pleading for more, her fingers entangled with his hair as his tongue drew spirals around her navel, his lips covered the softness of her lower belly, his hands caressed the roundness of her hips.

When his kisses finally moved to her thighs, and his hot breath skimmed the mound between them, Anila whispered, “Have mercy...”

“What do you wish for, my queen?” He lifted his gaze to her face, her eyes hooded with pleasure, her lips slightly parted, her breathing fast, her fingers playing with her nipple. What a beguiling view it was.

“I want you to please me, Thorin,” she whispered, parting her legs slightly. This was the only invitation he needed.

“Your word is my command,” he replied. Settling himself between her legs, he cupped her bottom, enjoying its round firmness. It fit perfectly in his large hands and he lifted her slightly. Anila moaned in delight when he eagerly buried his mouth between her thighs, his beard brushing against them. She writhed beneath him as he showered her most intimate places with kisses and caresses that brought her the most pleasure. His tongue explored the folds of her womanhood. The taste of her arousal made him even harder than before, made him dizzy with desire for her, but that had to wait. Now he was intent on pleasing her this way and so his lips found the most sensitive point on her body, tenderly tugging on the silky bud, and then started sucking on it. He heard her whimpers, her incoherent mewling spurring him on, and he continued his ministrations, pleasing his queen. 

He gripped her thighs firmly when his tongue sank rhythmically into her, evoking waves of elation, one after another, each of them stronger than the previous one. Thorin recognized the signs all too well, and he drove her further and further, among the heights of pleasure, bringing her closer towards the very peak of ecstasy with every caress. Purring into her flesh, he caressed her swollen nub with his thumb, feeling how she arched against him as waves of pleasure sent tremors of ecstasy through her body, and he relentlessly kept on taking her even higher until her blissful moans and praises echoed through the forest. He stopped only after Anila went completely limp beneath him, one of her hands letting go of the fistful of the blanket. 

Thorin moved up towards her, pressing his lips to her shoulder, and then brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Her eyes were shut, her face flushed, her long eyelashes casting small shadows on her cheeks, beads of sweat covering her forehead. His caress caused a small smile to bloom on her lips, but her eyelids remained closed.

“Is my queen pleased?”

“A little bit…” she muttered, smiling still. “But I wouldn’t mind a second… no, that would be a third course.”

“Insatiable woman,” he whispered teasingly, kissing her collarbone. His fingers busied themselves in lining out the shapes of her breasts and unhurriedly following the curves of her ribs. Then his tongue joined in, exploring new, exciting paths on her body, each of them punctuated by her moan. Mahal was a great architect indeed, creating such wonders as this woman beside him. Compared with the elegant lines of her body, he felt like a block of unhewn stone; and yet when she lay so close against him, it felt as if they were made from the same piece of rock. Perhaps the Creator put all of his energy into making Thorin’s life companion perfect and decided it was enough. In fact, she was more than he could ever hope for. Absent-mindedly, he took Anila’s hand into his and placed a tender kiss onto her wrist.

Anila gave out a content sigh and opened her eyes, oblivious to his thoughts.

“Insatiable? It is because you have spoiled me rotten,” she stated. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck, coaxing him closer to her, and when she closed the distance between their lips, he hummed approvingly. A new fire woke in her and there was hunger in her kiss, the same hunger that had been wreaking havoc through his body since the moment he saw her alone in this place. Her hip brushed against his erect member and he let out a low growl-like moan. Patience was not one of his virtues.

Anila found his hand and placed it over her breasts.

“Make love to me, Thorin,” the words were simple, but the timbre of her voice brought a much deeper meaning with them. And the desire in her eyes met with tenderness in her gaze.

“My queen,” he murmured, offering her an affectionate kiss, the softness of her lips giving him a promise he was eager to see fulfilled.

His kisses were careful, measured, and yet thorough, each of them aiming at telling her things he was unable to say with words. One of his hands caressed her body, eliciting sweet little sighs from her, until it found the secret trail that led his fingers to the treasure she hid between her legs. The moans that filled his ears in response to his feather-light caresses sounded like music.

“Is this to your liking, my queen?” he asked while his fingers explored her boldly, dancing in circles around all her sensitive spots and enticing even more moans from her. This, combined with feeling how aroused she still was, caused his manhood to throb even more in anticipation. He took a deep breath, trying to control himself.

“You know it is very much to my liking,” she admitted, bestowing a smile upon him. “But I need more.”

Thorin could not stop himself any longer. Taking his manhood in his hand, he growled with arousal, feeling her wetness against him. Anila tilted her hips, offering herself to him and he cast her a satisfied look, devouring her with his gaze. It was not long before he pressed his tip to the heat of her core. An unhurried thrust of his hips brought him home, his torments rewarded at last. He lowered himself over her and repeated the movement, studying her face as she bit her teeth into her lower lip.

“Yes, Thorin, more,” she whispered, taking deep breaths. 

As he covered her body with his, Anila seemed so small under him, almost fragile, and yet she was perfect. He knew he needed to be gentle with her at first, and he did that gladly, anticipating the bliss that awaited them both. He could feel how snug she was around him, how an occasional tremble of pleasure came from deep within her as he carefully moved another inch forward.

As her body accommodated to his hardness, he gave another slow thrust, filling her completely. Her breath hitched and she welcomed him with a small cry of pleasure.

“My lovely, lovely Anila,” Thorin whispered, unmoving, his lips brushing against her forehead, his thumb running across her cheek. He knew his size was a challenge for her, but every single time she took him in with passionate eagerness that multiplied his arousal. “We fit so well together, do we not?”

“We do,” her melodic, dreamy voice reached him, her breath wafting against his sensitive earlobe. “I don’t think I will be able to let you go.”

With these teasing words, she wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips slightly. That made him burrow himself even deeper into the dewy paradise of her womanhood.

“Then don’t,” he rasped out. “We can stay like this for as long as you like. Only say a word, my queen.”

“Then take all the time in the world with me,” she decided.

And so he did. With his movements slow and measured, his eyes remained on her face, revelling in the growing signs of ecstasy he noticed. Anila, his wife, his queen, deserved all he could give her—and more. Her first (or rather third) peak of ecstasy came soon, just after he changed the pace, murmuring seductive promises into her ear. Her lengthy moan rang out in the air as her body trembled with ecstasy. It took all of his resolve not to follow her over the edge at that very moment, but Thorin denied himself that pleasure. He was not finished with her, there was more he wanted to give. He paused, cradling her face in his hands, placing a tender kiss on her burning hot lips, waiting for her to recover, but Anila’s affectionate gaze once again rested on him as she asked for more.

Soon he found himself finding the perfect rhythm, sinking inside her for what seemed forever. As he drowned in Anila’s eyes, their moans intertwined, celebrating the union of their bodies. They were drifting away together on the sea of their shared passion. Every thrust was a promise of endless joy Thorin would offer her, every caress was imbued with his adoration, echoed by his whispers until they came together as one. She clung to him, responding to his every move, her nails sinking in his back, driving him forward, demanding more, and he gave it to her in a series of rapid thrusts, the waves of their bliss growing higher to finally wash over them in pure rapture.

***

“Happy birthday, sweet Anila,” he murmured as he rolled on his back, his arm wrapped around her, but she only hummed something incoherent in response and cuddled up closer to him under the clear blue sky above.

They remained in a sweet, languid embrace for an eternity—or perhaps minutes—Anila’s head resting on Thorin’s chest, her arm limp across his stomach, her hair scattered across his body, his nose full of her flowery scent. Their breaths evened out and the only sounds around them came from the birds in the trees and he found himself drifting off to sleep.

“Thorin…” Anila breathed into his skin after a longer while. 

“Hmmm?” He opened one eye reluctantly.

“You are as wild as these berries,” she pointed towards the forgotten fruits, now scattered among the grass.

“Am I?” He hummed into her hair.

“I think I will have to personally thank King Thranduil for your fervour,” she replied with a smirk.

“Don’t you dare, wife… unless you’d like to be spanked,” Thorin protested.

She chuckled and he felt her hand travelling down his abdomen, “Is that a promise, my king?”

“Insatiable woman,” he managed to say before her lips stopped him from talking for a very long time. For perhaps all the time in the world.

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slow dancing in a burning room - three

word count: 4.4k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, fluff.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

a/n: thanks to those who read, reblogged and commented on previous chapters. you’re doing god’s work. I know this series is a bit different to what you’re used to from me, so I hope you keep reading. I truly appreciate all the effort you make to show your support x

two.

You arrived home at the same time as Rooster a few nights later, a slow grin on your face, excited he was home at a reasonable hour (though quietly panicked if there was a reason he arrived home so early).

He raised a gentle palm in greeting as he parked the Bronco a few spots down from yours and you couldn’t resist, skipping to his driver’s side window, leaning in to kiss him a welcome home.

God, he could get used to this kind of homecoming, he loved seeing you with that smile, that special one just for him. “How was your day, handsome?” you asked as you twirled a loose tendril back into place and he smiled faintly. Looking down, you noted his flight suit rolled to his waist. “My favourite,” you couldn’t resist commenting. But honestly, anytime he was in uniform… you were putty in his hands. You let out a teasing, appreciative whistle as he chuckled quietly, rubbing his tired eyes.

“Evenin’, sweet girl. Day was okay,” he admitted, unbuckling, and watching you keenly open the door for him. He couldn’t bite back his gentle huff of laughter as you ushered him out and pulled him to you, your fist clutching his dog tags, causing him to stumble a little and bringing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. He hummed enthusiastically, a low grumble that was almost spiritual to your ears. That voice… one of the many beautiful things about Bradley Bradshaw. “I like this hello,” he smiled eagerly against your lips, his calloused palm resting on your waist, drifting to massage your ass, not particularly concerned about your neighbours encroaching on your special greeting at any time. “A lot. What’s got you so happy-go-lucky?” his fingers teasing the seams on your tights, threatening to spill over lower. He kissed you again for good measure.

“Just happy to see you,” you told him simply and it warmed him to his aching bones. “Pizza and wine tonight?” you pecked his lips again as he held you just that little bit tighter, pulling you just that little bit closer. He opened his eyes slowly, savouring the feel of your lips against his and he nodded.

“Sounds great.”

“Tired?”

“Sore,” he confessed. It really was no secret he was exhausted, absolutely pushed to his limit and at this point, he simply could not wait to get on the boat, get the goddamn mission over and done with and get the hell home to hibernate for the foreseeable future with you snuggled in around him. He was mentally and physically wrecked.

“No gym. Aren’t you sore?” you frowned, tracing his dark brow as his eyes fluttered closed under your touch. His shoulders slumped and his arms surrounded you, burying his face into the curve of your neck.

“Uhh, no. Just wanted to get home to you,” he declared as you took his hand and spun under the arch his shapely arm created. He had to laugh again, your mood in-fucking-fectious. “Someone clearly had a great day,” he noted. “Look at you, beaming like fuckin’ sunshine.”

“My man is here, and I missed him, sue me,” you replied, starting on the stairs to your apartment and he allowed you to drag him up after you. His legs were like lead, his shoulders burned, his palms red and raw and his head was splitting. He couldn’t endeavour to fight as you guided him to the door, pushing him against it. He held back his laugh at you, little you, asserting yourself but he would let you have a moment of control over him if that was what you truly needed.

“This your attempt to declare some kinda dominance over me, kid?”

“Is it working?” you asked optimistically as his laugh made it to his honey-coloured eyes.

“Sure,” he shrugged, licking his lips, and leaning down to kiss you. “If it makes you feel better…” he whispered into your kiss, his hands surrounding your waist and moving you with ease, trapping you against the door just where you hoped he’d stay. You pouted; in a position you weren’t prepared for but probably should have been expecting. “Nice try, though,” he leaned down and his forehead rested against yours, slow his big, strong hands wrapped around your ribcage, thumbs drifting against your underboob. He knew he didn’t imagine that sweet moan. His velvet tongue was smooth as it traced your lips, sneaky and silky against yours. The faint taste of peppermint from the stash of mints he kept in the dash of his Bronco on his breath. God, you loved kissing him. Each time was better than the last and each one left you a stuttering mess afterwards, wanting and needing more – of that he knew for sure.

“Couldn’t let me have it just once?” you muttered, breathless in his arms. He pecked your forehead and nuzzled his nose against yours, a thumb cheekily sweeping across your nipple and shrinking a little, resting against his thigh to avoid slipping away.

“I can get on my knees to make it look believable for you,” he teased as you raised your brow, and he laughed as you rolled your eyes, brushing him back to unlock the door.

“Moment killer,” you teased, feeling him dig his strong palms into your hips and his heavy sigh against your hair. Exhausted didn’t seem like a fair word to describe him.

Wearied, you wondered if that suits him better.

Bradley wandered in after you, his gentle hands keeping hold of you before he dragged you back to him, the tickle of his moustache against the soft skin of your neck, his strong chest against your back. He breathed you in, your perfume, the faint outlier of chlorine from hours in the pool today as his lips brushed against your pulse. He pressed his large palms flat against your belly, his nose buried in your hair, and it was hard not to soften against him, your palm reaching back and tangling into his tight curls, a low grunt in response catching him unaware.

He was needy, wanting affection and affirmation of your love for him. “I should get on my knees,” Bradley continued into your skin, firming in his earlier stance, his tender lips sweeping against your skin as you pushed back against him, breathing his name out. He turned you to face him, his fingers drifting up and cupping your jaw. “I will always be on my knees for you.”

“I would never expect that from you,” you told him as he searched your face, and though he had it memorised, he was trying to etch it into his brain and kissed you again, petulant in waiting to taste you, his kiss a little more demanding. The ease that he lifted you into his arms would always impress you and he deepened the kiss as you fastened your legs around his waist. It didn’t need to go further, but he didn’t want to release you either. He needed you easy, and pliable and wanting him as much as he wanted you.

“Do you have an early start tomorrow, or can I keep you up all night tonight?” you asked as he smiled, pleased.  

“Real early start so you better keep me up,” he pleaded of you. “I can sleep when I’m dead.”

You fondly held his face in your hands, taking in his golden skin, flushed cheeks, and honey eyes drowning with desire for you. But the way he gazed back at you, utter devotion. His eyes were the key to his soul, and they reassured you how in love he was. You never used to believe in bullshit like soulmates. In fact, the concept still blew your mind, but if his name appeared tattooed somewhere on your body, it wouldn’t be a complete shock because Bradley Bradshaw was made for you and knew he thought of you the same.

His slow grin made you want to rip the rest of his flight suit off his hips, whip off his compression tee and just take him where he was. He had this way of making you feel insatiable in ways that mere months ago might have shamed you. You’d never fallen so openly, so brutally for someone – sure, there had been crushes, many of them, lovers who did their best to please you as well as they could and you guessed at the time they were the best you’d had, and the partners who had wanted more than you’d ever allow and turn away when your hang-ups got too much.

But never Bradley. He worked hard to make you trust him and to keep that smile he was so fascinated with on your face. But he had to realise, he didn’t have to work too hard. He was absolute perfection in your eyes. Yes, he had a line of women waiting for him going around the corner, and every night you ventured out together, you felt the gaze of others trying to vie for his attention. Okay, it was… unpleasant occasionally because he’d humour them politely, but he made no secret he was taken, happily in a relationship with the love of his life and bore them if they allowed him to talk about you. He was devout to you and after all this time, you couldn’t believe that Bradley Bradshaw was in love with you. And you could not imagine a life without him and that is what stung so much about this mission…

Not that you’d ever tell him how scared you were, how thrilled you’d be if he wasn’t to be called upon. He could keep his pretty ass on the carrier and his squad could do the dirty work. You knew how cold and selfish the thoughts sounded and how you hoped his gripe with Mav was deep enough for Mav not to trust him enough to do the run. You hated yourself for even thinking it, and that’s why you would never tell him.

“Where are you? You’re drifting, love,” he said delicately. Bradley had your heart on a string, it took one look, and you would be grovelling to him, for his body, his kiss. “Come back to me.”

“I’m with you,” you promised, kissing him again as your stomach growled embarrassingly, breaking all revelry in its entirety. His eyes widened in surprise as you buried your face in the curve of his thick neck, humiliated and he cackled, tightening his grasp around you as you tried to escape. He gave your ass a swift thwack as you sucked in a sharp breath from the sting. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere! Good lord, you eat at all today?”

You made a face; it would be a complete scowl and he never adored you more. “Of course.”

“Jesus. Talk about shattering a moment,” he tormented you, lowering you gently to your feet as you buried your forehead on his chest, mortified and he laughed again. “I’ll order pizza, you go open that wine you’ve been eying for a special occasion,” he lowered you gently.

“Special occasion? It’s a Tuesday,” you replied, muffled against him.  

“Yeah,” he smiled, swatting your ass away as you went to the living room, face in hands that you could embarrass yourself like that. But it would never bother him. Grumbly tummy, burp, fart. You were only human. God knows he was repulsive when he wanted to be. And you recovered okay from that dutch oven last week (even though you hated him for a while after it), he giggled like the menace he was at the thought. You had scolded him later that he was far too comfortable with you and he did not disagree one iota. You weren’t perfect, and you’d never claim to be, but you were as sure as shit closest thing he’d get to heaven and that meant more than anything to him. “Exactly.”

He sighed quietly, watching you walk away, patting – or cursing – your tummy as he licked back the smirk that threatened to escape. You wandered to his record player first, moving to your knees to flick through his collection. You looked up with a grin and showed him, sweetly. His sweet girl. He nodded, walking over to watch you put the vinyl on the turn table and lower the needle, something you weren’t terribly comfortable with (and nervous you’d scratch one of his treasured LPs). “Good girl,” he encouraged sweetly as the sounds of Otis Redding rang low through the living room.

“I love this album.”

“Yeah, love. Me too.”

“Come dance,” you pulled yourself up to meet him as the opening crackle seeped through the speakers, your chest skimming his torso and his kind smile, he gave his hand to you and collected you close, resting his chin on your hair, his warm palm pressing into your back, resting on your hip. It gave you the same butterflies he caused all those months back at the wedding and you’d never tire of his ability to absolutely surround you and make you feel whole. Safer together.

And as usual, he’d be the one to fuck it all up.

…he’d talk to you after dinner. You were in the best of moods and after a few rocky weeks, he could only put your peace first.

“God, I love pizza,” you admitted, belly full, soul replenished. You tossed your last crust towards the box (you missed it, Bradley made amends for you by polishing it off) and eased back against the couch behind you. You grinned, absolutely gratified. “Knew I could trust you, big boy.”

He winked. “No problem, kid,” Bradley huffed a chuckle, wiping his greasy fingers on kitchen paper. He tossed it in the empty box, closed the lid and moved it away. “Love?”

“Hmm?” you sniffed the wine quietly and took an eager sip.

“My seabag is in the car, I have to pack tonight,” he spat out, knowing he ruined the moment wholeheartedly and without warning, but he didn’t know how else to tell you.

“Tonight?” you frowned. “But you don’t leave for another week.”

He exhaled, rubbing his eyes, his word vomit on the tip of his tongue. “Mission parameters have changed. I ship out at dawn. We got word this afternoon.”

“Shit,” you muttered faintly, putting the wine back on the coffee table.

Bradley nodded, watching you, waiting for the sadness, anger, and confusion. When it didn’t appear to come, he thought that apathy might have been the worst out of any reactions you may have had. “Sorry.”

After a beat, you reminded him, “Don’t apologise, you don’t make that call,” you stayed remarkably light. “I guess the quicker you go, the quicker you come home.”

He shrugged but agreed. “Hope so.” He watched you, frankly the lack of emotion triggered him. He wondered if he was seeing you retreat like you had said you did as a child.

“Have they told you any more about what you’re going into?”

He knew you were digging, and that you were more than aware of what he would and could tell you. And what he knew, he wasn’t going to tell you. At this point in his training, he kind of wished he didn’t know either. It was a two-edged sword.

On one hand, he was desperate for his next promotion. Though liked to keep that stuff to himself, he had a plan. And that included a promotion. He knew proving himself in this mission, as difficult as it had been with Maverick, would be just another step to cross off the list. But the more he and his detachment learned about it? He’d be lying to say it had kept him up a few nights. And God knows he didn’t need to scare you more. You were, sadly, a champion of things like this. You’d been through the trials and tribulations of being a junior and with him, a military wife, he hoped. Something you had always said you wouldn’t be… but you couldn’t help who you fell in love with.

He watched you rise delicately to your feet, his teeth chewing into his lower lip, anticipating your next move. Relief swept through him as you positioned yourself in his lap, small against him. He tenderly stroked your hair as you breathed him in, reminding yourself of his cologne, his smell so heavenly, and how his strong chest felt.

He sighed low, not wanting to agitate you with his apprehension. Bradley knew he would never fly another mission like this and could only hope and pray he was able to return from it.

With his hopes for his career, he hoped that he was selected as part of the team, however that may translate… but also that he wasn’t as well. He finally had everything he wanted in his life and along this comes. If it went awry, it might have been the last night you spent together. To now everything was so black and white. There was never a risk because, until you, there was nothing to fear about dying.

Fear was the one that took up real estate in his brain. Before, he could leave anything up to chance. Burning in wasn’t something that scared him. He’d made peace with death long ago, but he wanted that chance to get everything he deserved, even if that meant reconsidering what he needed in his career.

“Do you love me?” you asked him, your thumb tracing the wiry scar on his chin and his lips chased the gentle pad. He nodded solemnly. “Show me.”

While you somehow found sleep that night, Bradley didn’t. He never did on nights before he shipped out. He had packed the night before while you lay on the bed, pillow collected to your chest as you watched him meticulously organise himself for sea, undistracted.

Fuck, he would be so glad to get home and amalgamate all your things. His stuff in Virginia Beach was travelling across the country to his parent's house as he tossed and turned, just adding to the trepidation that surrounded him.

Since he’d decided on taking ownership of his parent's home again, he’d been conscious of things he never really focused on much before like bank accounts, social security, 401K, and his (non-existent) will. He never had an interest in where all that stuff landed when after he died. Donate the cash, and let the city take care of the house. But things changed. You were his partner, and he’d been working quietly to align all the things in joint names if he weren’t to return.

He didn’t want to concern you with it, but he had put the information together into a short-form email to you, so you knew whom to contact and all the other legal shit that came with it, CC’ing his lawyer and rep at his bank, set to send at about midday when he was somewhere out in the Pacific. The legally signed stuff was in a safety deposit box at the bank, something he never considered ever needing, the password sitting in your delicates drawer.

He wanted all bases covered and wouldn’t hear an argument from you.

He watched you sleep momentarily, shifting in your dreams and he fondly touched your bare shoulder before finishing up.

‘You are my one and only beneficiary should anything happen to me. Don’t let this stuff scare you because I’m coming straight home to you. But in case anything changes, you will be well taken care of, roomie.

Please don’t delete this. I know it’s a rude awakening. But everything is in place for things to run seamlessly if you need any access to cash, my lawyer, the bank. Whatever.

I love you. B x’

Seabag waiting by the door and you in his old Navy tee exhausted hours before sunrise wasn’t the most wonderful start to a day, remembering as a child, goodbyes were said the night before and your dad or Viper was gone well before you were awake the next morning. You weren’t going to get used to saying goodbye to Bradley in a hurry.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” you asked him again. He shook his head, seriously. “I love you,” you said, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Hurry back, okay?”

“I will be home before you know it, love,” he murmured in your ear. “Keep that California King warm for me.”

“You have one thing to do,” you told him as he watched your lips. “Don’t do anything stupid. Do what you must, get back on the fucking boat and come home,” you instructed. It was so simple. “That’s it, okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he swore. “I will be home before you know it and then we’re going to move into our place, okay, roomie?”

“I can’t wait,” you admitted. “Roomie.”

“One more kiss and I gotta go,” Bradley said earnestly. He straightened up, so handsome in uniform as you nodded. You’d been so brave, with no tears, no smartass comments. He was thankful for the harmony, and he kissed you, feeling you surrender in his touch. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Don’t find some other guy to fall in love with before I get back, okay?”

“Impossible,” you promised, voice laced with emotions, your body rigid to keep your emotions in check. He was surprised as you quietly started to shudder against him. You tried so hard to keep your shit together, making the morning easy for him. Remain aloof, even impassive to him leaving but you knew this wouldn’t be like other tours, you hated the thought as it kept nagging at you, this felt different, and you knew he understood...

Because this might be the last time you ever see him again.

“As soon as I have phone reception, I’ll be back in contact, okay?” he swore as you looked up and his heart broke.

You nodded as he thumbed away a few searing tears that slipped and as he forced himself to pull away, he knew there was nothing he could do now. He watched you close in, wrapping your arms around yourself and he kissed your hairline one more time before giving you an impish grin. He picked up his bag and caressed your cheek, whispering a simple ‘bye’ and left, closing the door after him as you put your face in your hands and cried.

It was a few days later that your world would be turned upside down. You’d received a text from Natasha that they were returning – all in one piece, thank god – but Bradley coming home via HSNS Mercy and would be admitted to NMCSD for a few days for routine check-ups, post-incident. In your wildest dreams, you couldn’t imagine what had happened to him, but the radio silence was infinitely deafening. Bradley wasn’t responding to texts, and you couldn’t get a hold of Natasha again.

Hell, you’d even desperately tried Jake, but you guessed they were still in the deepest and darkest.

And that’s how you found yourself at Grandpa’s house at 11:30pm, a drained wreck.

“Darling, what are you doing here so late?” Nanna asked curiously, opening the door in her nightgown. “Are you okay?”

“Something happened to Bradley,” was all you could say as Grandpa came into view from the staircase, a concerned look on his face.

“What’s going on?” he asked sternly.

“I don’t know. I can’t get a hold of anyone. No one will tell me anything…” you said as Nanna pulled you into her arms, the look she gave Grandpa unnoticed by you as you cried softly. “Will I have to deal with this my whole life? Will our whole life be fucking redacted because we don’t have a piece of paper to suggest otherwise?”

“Sweetheart, this part isn’t new to you,” Viper said sympathetically, coming down the stairs and brushing away your tears.

“I don’t know what to do. I just have to wait?”

Sadly, yes. You did. Viper sighed. “Oh sweetheart… I don’t know how far it will get me, but I’ll make some calls, okay?” he promised you but knew he held no authority to even pick up the phone regardless of the distinction he held. He addressed your grandmother. “Take her to her room and get her settled, dear. She will stay here tonight, and get some sleep. Bradley will be home soon. He’s safe, sweetheart. He’s coming home. I’ll do what I can.”

“Sir, what do I owe the pleasure?” Beau Simpson asked, astounded to hear from his one-time mentor and first admiral. Sadly for him, Viper knew Cyclone would rue picking up his call. “I hope you’re well - ”

“Son, it’s not that kind of phone call, unfortunately,” Viper said, keeping the pleasantries in his voice.

“My apologies, sir,” he replied uncertainly.

“Simpson, I may not have the credentials anymore, but you tell me right now if Bradshaw is in one piece.”

“Sir – ”

“Beau, is Bradshaw okay?” he repeated, the coolness in Viper’s tone telling Cyclone meagre military jargon wouldn’t save him today.

With a beat of silence, Simpson found his voice. “Viper sir, it pains me to say this but the mission report is private and confidential. You know you do not have the authority to be seeking this information from me.”

“Cut the bullshit, Beau. My granddaughter gets a call from her friend – not CACO - that her partner is coming home, there was an incident, but they tell her nothing else. Where is the fucking protocol?”

“Sir, I understand wholeheartedly. But she is not Bradshaw’s next of kin,” Cyclone said quietly.

“He has no fucking next of kin, who the fuck else would be his next of kin?”

“I understand that sir,” Cyclone remained passive. “Let me reassure you, Lt. Bradshaw is well. The assessments he will undertake are routine, and he will be released after a night or so in Bob Wilson.”

Viper knew the words; they were his he taught to Iceman and subsequently Cyclone and he’d taught them so well. “There had better not be a scratch on his face, Simpson. Or so help me, God.”

“Yes, sir.”

Viper heard the meekness in the Vice-Admiral’s voice. “He means a lot to many people, Beau. Not just my granddaughter. You do not make Bradshaw dispensable again.”

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[heartthrobin]

olive green dreams

jj. maybank x curvy!reader

wc: 2.8k

warnings: minor allusions to smut, swearing, disgusting amounts of fluff

an: i just know that JJ is a huge sl-t for a thick gal and there’s nothing you can say to convince me otherwise

summary: between you, the marsh and that god-blessed green bikini: JJ can’t think straight enough to put even one foot in front of the other.

the afternoon was cool and the water gurgled happily beneath the HMS Pogue.

the vessel swayed over the murky depths of the marsh where the anchor had been dropped south of where they'd launched it still when the sun was lingering behind JJ's head.

it was now ahead of him, loitering at the edge of the waterline in the distance - another thirty minutes and it would be gone, he knew it.

well, he would know, had he been watching the sun set at all.

your laugh bounced off the deck, rippled over the water and flowed like music into JJ's ears.

Pope was leaning over the edge of the boat with a child's fishing net, stabbing it enthusiastically into the water.

you'd just told him that he deserved a spot on next week's episode of Deadliest Catch and hadn't stopped cackling to yourself in the five minutes since. the nearly empty flask in your hand probably had something to do with it.

this was JJ's favourite type of afternoon. out on the water, enough drinks to quench a small village and the brush of the warm sun over his naked arms.

sure, this exact moment could be made better - maybe if John B would turn down the volume on his make-out session with Sarah in the helm or if Kiara passed back the blunt he'd handed her over five minutes ago - but honestly, JJ couldn't imagine a better way to spend his time than staring at you over the length of the deck.

it converts what's left of his brainwaves to static white noise and he can't think a whole sentence straight when you sigh like that, resting your head over your left shoulder to watch a log float by.

and today you'd made it worse. so much worse.

someone had gone and convinced you into buying the prettiest olive green bikini and it was the best and worst thing you'd ever done.

his frames rested comfortably against his face and he hoped they were enough to convince everyone else on the boat that he was watching the sunset that drifted unimportantly behind your frame in the distance.

Pope called something to you: hey come check this out, i read about these in a marine biology textbook the other day—

you shifted to join him, leaning over the edge to gaze into the water and - oh my god - your bikini bottoms rode up the soft flesh of your ass, exposing where the sun had been depraved from touching.

your thighs were so wide and so plush, they pressed up against the floor of the dinghy. you gasped quietly at something Pope pointed out and JJ's shorts felt suddenly tighter than when he'd pulled them on that morning.

"you're literally pathetic, you know that right?"

the sound of Kie's voice made him jump. she fell down into the open space beside him, motioning for him to take the almost smoked down blunt from between her fingers.

he took it.

but it wasn't a question. his cheeks reddened embarrassingly, he knew he'd been caught.

"you've been staring at her like a fucking lost puppy the whole afternoon." Kie took a swig from a can of beer she pulled out from seemingly nowhere, "since we first met her actually. it's painful to watch."

the sunglasses clearly hadn't been living up to the potential JJ had hoped for them.

"shut up, no i'm not." he sucked on the end of the blunt. "no pogue-on-pogue macking, remember?"

Kie scoffed. "like that's stopped any of us before."

like a moth to light, his eyes could find nowhere to rest but back on you. he was surprised to find your gaze on him, flickering quickly between himself and Kiara.

"J, Kie!" you were rising off the floor of the boat, brushing some dust from the deck off your stomach. JJ's breath caught in his throat at the sight. "come join us, we're jumping in!"

your stomach was thick and full and your hips spilled over the sides of the bikini bottoms where you'd tied little bows. god, if only he could get his hands on you. he'd press you against his front, dig his fingertips into your hips until they bruise and suck you bottom lip between his—

"yeah yeah, we're coming. give us a sec." Kie waves up at you.

you nodded, meeting JJ's eye and offering him a wink that warmed the space behind his belly button before turning to dive after Pope into the murky green water.

Kie took a long last sip from the can, pushing off the deck to stand. she turned to JJ, leaning against her knees to meet his eye-level:

"you know Brett? works down at The Wreck with my parents?"

JJ knew the guy. he lumbered around the restaurant like a bull, hung a little too close around you. it didn't help that you giggled at his conversation when he brought you cola tonics.

"yeah. why?"

"he asked me yesterday whether you-know-who—" she motioned to where your head was bobbing out of the reeds, "—was single. said he wanted to ask her out."

JJ's fists curled at his side. "and what did you say?"

"i said she's single. what, should i have lied?" Kie turned from him, skipping towards the end of the boat now. "so better make hay while the sun is still shining, JJ, or someone else will."

it was followed by a loud plop as she dove into the water.

-

the Chateaux was good for a crash, always infinitely better than his dad’s place, but sometimes JJ wondered how he or anyone got any sleep in the place.

the bugs whirred loudly beyond the wall and the birds had been arguing for at least the last hour.

from the window he could see the sky turning a nearly indistinguishable shade of dark violet. morning creeped over the Outer Banks.

sleep continued to elude JJ, and after the last couple hours staring up at the ceiling: he was prompted to stand from where he’d crashed against the couch.

he crept around the house, Kie and Pope were in the spare bedroom while John B and Sarah shared his room. JJ peeked quietly into each, scanning for sign of life.

his brow tightened, he swore he’d seen you disappear into the spare room with Kie and Pope. but the space between them was empty, aside from the little area occupied by their interwoven hands.

the front door squeaked as JJ pulled it open. he looked out over the yard, his suspicions confirmed as he made out the shape of a dark mass against the purple sky lying still in the hammock.

soft crunching echoed with each step he took towards you, leaves and twigs and creatures crushing between his toes.

you were curled up into yourself, arms wrapped over your sides and your knees up against your chest.

JJ was surprised to find the violet skies reflected back up at him from the whites of your eyes. you were awake.

“J?”

your soft voice was like a gentle brush against his cheek and it lured him closer.

“yeah, it’s me.”

he climbed with his knees to the middle of the hammock where it sunk with your weight.

“why you up this early?” you whispered.

he shrugged, been up thinking about you.

“birds kept me up.”

you nodded. the crisp breeze of the morning whipped at your exposed legs, you twitched.

“cold?”

your eyes never left where they hovered over the edge of the water in the distance, where the sun would soon emerge from.

“kinda.”

JJ shifted so he lay with his arm pressed up against yours, then dared to stir a little more until his arm draped behind your shoulders.

his heart crept up into his throat when your head came to rest on the space over his collarbone.

a few moments passed like this and after a while JJ thought you might have passed out.

“saw you staring at me on the Pogue today.”

his heart slipped from his throat and sunk to the bottom of his stomach like an anchor.

“i— when? why would i be staring at you?”

that came out wrong, definitely wrong.

but you didn’t seem disturbed, letting off a soft chuckle into the morning air.

“thought it might have something to do with the new bikini i bought, thought you might like it.”

your hand came up over JJ’s naked torso, to rest carefully over the warm skin there. he hoped you didn’t notice how it made him shiver.

“but i think i’ll just take it back.”

“no!” his voice had ejected from him like a loose cannon.

this time, you looked up at him - an amused smile curling at the edges of your lips.

god, looking at him like that up through your eyelashes could make him your bitch, a prisoner to your heart. it already had.

“i mean …” he said more softly, carding his fingers through his hair: “i mean no, it’s a nice costume. good. uh, pretty.”

you laughed softly, nuzzling your head closer against his chest. “go to sleep, JJ.”

he took a deep breath before shutting his eyes, this time sleep came to him before he had chance to reach for it.

-

“hey, who’s running to fetch the pizza?”

the lounge in the Chateux had been converted to a movie cinema.

Pope set up the projector to screen against the back wall, pillows and blankets were strewn across the floor.

Kie announced earlier that afternoon that she’d managed find a watchable copy of some or other horror movie she didn’t shut up about on one of her illegal websites. the occasion called for a family movie night.

JJ grabbed the keys off the counter. “i’ll drive.”

he was halfway to the door when John B called after him. “hey! you can’t go alone.”

Sarah grinned from beside him and JJ could already tell what this was.

“yeah,” she pestered, “y/n, why don’t you go with him.”

you’d been shaking spice into the popcorn bowl. you set it down, looking up at him.

naivety shon in your eyes.

“sure.”

Casa Italiano was the last good pizza place in The Cut. before the hurricane they used to deliver, these days they’re collection only.

Pope had already called a half hour before you and JJ had left, “they should be done by the time you get there.”

Twinkie rumbled beneath JJ, the wheel shivered against his hands.

afternoon sun gleamed in through the window, against your hair and over your arms. the radio mumbled quietly. the wind whipped at his face and teased at the neckline of your shirt.

JJ practically spoke the whole ride over. he raved on about how he bet that they didn’t potholes even half the size of The Cut’s over in Figure Eight, also about how irritating Kie and Pope have been lately - their almost, kind of, ‘should they, could they’ thing - but mostly about how badly he wanted to get his hands on a Centurion Ri237 if they ever fell back into that gold.

“i’ll get you one for your birthday, pretty boy.”

pretty boy.

he guffawed and you laughed. he adjusted his hat and tried not to think about how all he actually wanted for his birthday was to rip you out of that green bikini and drag his tongue up your neck before taking you out to dinner or the movies or wherever you wanted to go just as long as you giggled like how you were doing right then—

Twinkie rumbled to a stop. you jumped out before he’d even reached for the handbrake.

he twisted the keys from the ignition and jumped out after you.

the door jingled as he followed you in and the smell of freshly baked pizza was enough to get JJ’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.

there were a couple people occupying seats across the cramped shop. the chatter was loud, but it died to a hum when your hand brushed against his - trying to catch his attention.

“come on.”

the wait in the line was short and quickly JJ was faced with the twinkle-eyed girl at the counter. she had blue dyed hair and two eyebrow rings - admittedly she was pretty.

and it seemed Fiona, as the name-tag suggested, thought the same of him.

“hey,” you spoke beside him, voice alight in friendliness, “we‘re here to collect order 513?”

but her eyes never left the perimeter of JJ’s face.

they only briefly glanced down at the computer screen against the table. “yeah, yeah. it’s ready … let me grab it.”

she batted her eyelashes at him before turning to grab the boxes from the kitchen window.

JJ was a good looking boy. he knew the feeling, knew well enough that it’s kinder to just pretend he doesn’t notice their little-too-long looks over his blonde hair and broad shoulders.

it seemed you didn’t read that same memo, though, because your finger came to dig into his left side.

you were grinning, your eyebrows dancing as you motioned back to her.

“she’s pretty!” you whispered.

he shrugged. not as pretty as you.

the boxes were dropped against the counter and slid carefully over.

JJ handed her a twenty, her fingers brushed against his palm. she handed him his change, her fingers brushed against his palm.

“right,” JJ motioned towards the pizzas, grabbing them hastily, “thanks.”

“bye now.” Fiona wiggled her fingers at him.

“thanks!” you called over your shoulder, but she wasn’t concerned.

the door jingled again behind JJ as it swung to a close.

it had barely shut before you were laughing loudly, “oh she had the hots for you, dude.”

“what can i say, everyone does.”

you punched his arm and he pretended to wince. “ow—!”

“wait a minute …”

he followed your eyes, they had latched into the bundle of serviettes attached to the top of the box.

you made a fast grab for the one on the top, blue ink leaking through the paper.

holding it up to the light, you read loudly: “hey cutie, this is my number - give me a call sometime.”

JJ had the nerve to blush.

“that’s so sweet.” you mumbled to yourself.

the car had come quickly into reach, a fact that JJ was grateful for. he grabbed at the passenger door, holding it open for you.

“enough with the cupid shit, get in the car.”

but you had stopped, arms crossed petulantly with something between a smirk and a grimace painted across your delicate features.

“you gonna call her?”

JJ set the pizza on the dashboard.

“i don’t know. maybe?”

“gonna ask her on a date?”

your expression had sunk.

JJ’s head cocked to the side, he watched you carefully. a grin began to pull at his mouth.

“why are you so interested? jealous?”

the glare of the sun bounced off of the pavement and flickered at him from the black of your eyes.

“psh.” you rolled them at him. “in your dreams.”

you were lying. you did that thing with your pinky, you’d rub it against your thumb when you lied.

but he didn’t mention it.

“let’s go, pizza’s getting cold.”

he grabbed for the door handle again, jiggling the door: tempting you into climbing in.

“fine.”

you closed the gap, passing under his chin and a millisecond from climbing up into the passenger seat of Twinkie when Kie’s voice rung in JJ’s head: better make hay while the sun is still shining, JJ.

like grabbing a live wire with wet hands, he spoke.

“hey,”

you looked up.

he took your chin in his fist, steering you with his thumb until his lips collapsed onto yours.

the gasp you let off was enough to melt JJ against the pavement and he’d lost all control of his bodily functions. autopilot snuck his arm along your waist and pulled you flush against him, kissing you until he’d forgotten how to breath.

it was his turn to gasp when your tongue crossed the space between the lips connected to his.

JJ moaned quietly.

“you make such pretty noises, J.” it was muffled by his own mouth but he could hear it kilometers away.

he laughed against you. “cheeky.”

“if you don’t like it, there’s always Fiona waiting inside.”

JJ’s fingertips curled into your sides. “stop being a smart-ass.”

he pulled back slightly, just enough so that he could still feel your hot breath on his lips.

“let me take you out?” he whispered.

your eyebrow firmed, smirk dripping in mischievousness.

“depends. where you gonna take me, lover boy?”

JJ could sink into the look you were giving him just then.

“wherever you wanna go … as long as you’re wearing that fucking olive green bikini.”

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank one shots #jj maybank fic rec #jj maybank fic recs

[unidentifiedseacreature]

They learn you're insecure

Freddy 🐻

- Believes the best people never realise they are

- Will not hesitate to remind you that you're awesome

- Nothing much changes since he always compliments his superstars

- But he becomes more pushy when you don't accept his compliments

- Lectures you when you insult yourself

- When you make a passing comment about everyone being his superstar, he cuts down on saying it so that you can know you're more special

Monty 🐊

- When you admit it to him, he admits that he is ashamed of his anger issues

- Understands that the last thing insecure people want is to be treated differently

- "That doesn't mean I'll go easy on ya"

- Doesn't bring it up unless you do

- Becomes more touchy when he teases you, to make sure you know he's joking

- Less bitter when you win games against him

- Puts you on his shoulders and calls you 'majesty'

- Makes sure everyone knows when you win something

Chica 🐔

- Encourages you to do things outside of your comfort zone

- Your number 1 fan

- Always adds a compliment when referring to you, such as:

'The incredible Y/N', 'The amazing Y/N' and 'The one and only Y/N'

- Believes people could always do with more of everything. More food, more play, more friends, more fun

- Tries to get you to do exciting things with her on bad days

- The first time you ever saw her insult someone was when you told her about something mean your boss said to you

Roxy 🐺

- The most understanding

- You confide in each other about your insecurities

- Encourages you to do affirmations

- Becomes less competitive around you because she knows you're in the same boat

- "You're amazing"

- "No, you're amazing"

- Feels bad that you're also insecure. You're awesome, you have no reason to feel unworthy.

- "Why do you like Y/N so much?"

- "Because they're the best"

- She says it like it's so obvious and they're an idiot to not know

Bonnie 🐰

- "Hey, don't worry about it. We all feel a little unhappy with ourselves sometimes, it's just that you feel it more"

- Puts more effort into including you and spending time with you

- Acts more goofy to cheer you up on bad days

- Finds it awkward to compliment people but always supportive

- Blames all of your problems on capitalism

Foxy 🦊

- "Thar's no point spending yer whole life dwellin' over yer insecurities. Thar's much better things to do"

- Tells you stories with morals of accepting yourself

- Gets more talkative to distract you on bad days

- "Do you like me?"

- "Thar's no point sailin' with people you can't call yer mates," He leans closer to you and grins. "Also helps that yer my favourite"

Sun ☀️

- "Aww friend, you don't have to worry about that"

- Frequently reminds you of how amazing you are

- Would easily list everything he likes about you

- "Nobody loves me"

- *Sun appears out of nowhere* "I love you!"

- "I have no friends"

- *Sun hangs down from the ceiling* "I'm your friend!"

Moon 🌑

- 'Y/N has so many strengths, the only thing that would make them think they weren't good enough would be if somebody else convinced them'

- Concludes that he must protect you at all costs

- Tries to get you to accept your weaknesses instead of disagreeing

- Gives you facts that you can't argue with

DJ Music Man 🎵

- Makes sure to encourage you more, even though that's usually just an enthusiastic thumbs up when you finish a task

- Glares and shakes his head when you insult yourself

- Plays music to distract you

- Encourages you to dance

- Wishes he could speak to compliment you

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf fandom #security breach #fnaf headcanons #fnaf fanfic #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf roxy #fnaf monty #fnaf bonnie #fnaf foxy #fnaf chica #fnaf freddy #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #roxanne wolf #montgomery gator

[adoremoonie]

The Mixed Legacy Challenge for The Sims 3

This is (gonna be) a 10 generation legacy challenge. I came up with this challenge simply because I could not decide what legacy challenge I wanted to do so I did a mix of all my favourite ones. Including Not So Berry, Jam Legacy, Zodiac Legacy & All In One Lepacy! So all credit goes to the creators! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

Rules: ☆ Finish the rules of every generation, but there are different options for some generations so you can do whatever fits your gameplay preference more!

☆ There is a color for every generation if you want berry sims etc!

☆ There is a family trait that you choose that every generation heir will have. If you can't have a trait because of your family trait you just swap out that one for one similiar!

☆ You got to have this mod to be able to give your sims all the traits I have given them OR you could cheat them when they age up and change them in CAS OR just give them 1-2 of the traits. Would also recommend NRAAS mod aswell because of the money changes etc!

☆ Most importantly do what you want and have fun!

Now for the generations...

Generation 1: Purple You left everything you know behind, escape your past for a new beginning. Finally start that family you always wanted with someone new. You want to change, but can you?

Traits: Family Trait, Kleptomaniac, Nurturing, Rebellious, Frugal Job: Start at the cemetery then switch to criminal OR kleptomaniac full time LTW: Become a master chief OR The emperor of evil OR Possession is Nine Tenths of the law

☆ Master athletic and martial arts skills ☆ Use the kleptomaniac trait to provide for your family ☆ Get with your partner and marry them fast ☆ Get the death flower (perhaps at the cemetery?) ☆ 3 or more children

Generation 2: Yellow You don’t want to end up like your parent. You have dreams, big dreams! And you will do everything to be the biggest star, hopefully your family name won’t ruin that.

Traits: Family Trait, Star Quality, Diva, Lucky, Ambitious Job: Singer LTW: Vocal Legend OR Lifestyle of the rich and famous

☆ Have a band as a teenager ☆ When you become an YA you quit the band to go solo ☆ Master an instrument (guitar, piano etc) ☆ Become a five star celebrity ☆ Marry a big celebrity ☆ Only have one child

Generation 3: Red You lived in luxury thanks to your parent but did that make you a little spoiled? Maybe. you say as you move to a big mansion in the tropics. But you do actually have a job! You are a lifeguard and you save tons of cute tourists everyday. Yeah, maybe you did buy an hotel just to flex but can't be that hard to run one of those?

Traits: Family, Great kisser, Loves to swim OR Sailor, Party animal, Snob Job: Lifeguard then Resort owner LTW: Resort Empire OR Seaside Savior

☆ Have only one child ☆ Buy and run an hotel when you are an adult ☆ Reach level 5 of scuba diving ☆ Have one of those people you saved OR a mermaid be your future partner ☆ Own a house boat

Generation 4: Blue You had a little bit of a rough childhood, sure you were rich but your snobby parent barely gave you any of that rich money so you start working on cars on the side to make some side money, but turns out you LOVE it. You’ve always craved that big family life and you will spoil your children rotten in ALL the ways.

Traits: Family Trait, Family oriented, Slob, Schmoozer, Vehicle Enthusiast LTW: Surrounded by Family Job: Work at a part-time job OR Daycare before you quit to start making cars for a living

☆ Meet your partner in high school and marry as soon as you both age up to YA ☆ Be best friend with all your children ☆ Fix up ATLEAST 10 cars ☆ Throw family parties every season ☆ Buy every thing your children wishes for

Generation 5: Green You had an amazing but messy childhood. You had everything. A big loving family! But that also meant no privacy and you couldn’t do what you love the most without your siblings disturbing, science. So now you just want to be alone.

Traits: Family Trait, Loner, Eccentric, Neat, Grumpy LTW: Monster Maker Job: Science Career or none

☆ Move to a new town and the house should be as far away from the town as possible and never move out ☆ Make imaginary friend real ☆ Have ONE friend ☆ Marry your (only) friend OR an alien/imaginary friend/simbot ☆ Master the inventing skill ☆ Build two simbots optional: have an alien baby

Generation 6: Pink Having been stuck in the same town, in the same house, you need something new! You need adventure! And you want to capture it all. But you also have to get home to look after your plants.

Traits: Family Trait, Daredevil, Outgoing, Gatherer/Green Fingers, Adventurous LTW: World class gallery OR Great explorer

☆ Go to China, Egypt and France ☆ Master the photographing and gardening skills ☆ Complete atleast 3 thombs at each location ☆ Marry someone from China, France or Egypt ☆ Get atleast one VISA ☆ Have a big garden with every plant

Generation 7: Orange You have always loved horses, a horse girl (or boy, or person) if you will. But having your own horses and a big ranch is expensive and your parent wasted it all on traveling so you work smart not hard!

Traits: Family Trait, Equestrian, Horse Lover, Dislikes children, Mooch LTW: Gold Digger OR The Jockey Job: Any job before you get married then quit

☆ Start with 30 000 simoleons ☆ Marry rich and have them mysteriously die ☆ Master the nectar making skill and riding skills ☆ Win a competition on the highest level for racing ☆ Have 3 or more horses ☆ Have twins

Generation 8: Grey Yes you are twins, you look exactly like each other but your personalities couldn’t be more different. One of you got your nose in the books since you had the chance, always got good grades, got the diploma and finally got your dream job. While the other wasn’t as lucky in school, it was just too hard but you still go to university with your twin and you might have not gotten the best grades but you sure had fun and also met your soulmate.

☆ Have both twins as heir ☆ Go to university with both twins

Twin 1 Traits: Family Trait, Over-emotional, Irresistible, Workaholic, Non-Committal Job: Politcian OR Doctor LTW: Master Romancer OR perfect student ☆ Have a rocky relationship with your partner/partners ☆ Get married for the first time as an older elder ☆ Max charisma skill ☆ Only have one child or none ☆ Good grades ☆ Get the naughty reputation Optional: Get two diplomas

Twin 2 Traits: Family Trait, Loser, Artistic, Easily impressed, Nurturing LTW: Jack of all trades ☆ Have 5 or more different jobs ☆ Get fired from at least 3 jobs ☆ Meet the love of your life in university ☆ Max painting OR sculpting skill ☆ Bad grades ☆ Have two or more children ☆ Help children with all skills ☆ Get the Eternally Faithful reputation

Generation 9: Plum Your parent got you this supernatural book for you when you were a kid about werewolves, witches, vampires… All of it! Ever since then you have been hooked. Can you find it out in the real world too? And of course, your cat is sleeping right beside you while you read.

Traits: Family Trait, Bookworm, Supernatural Fan, Socially Awkward OR Brooding, Cat Lover LTW: Any from the Supernatural expension Job: Fortune teller OR Ghost hunter

☆ Max the writing skill (writing supernatural books) ☆ Don’t have a tv in your house, only books and computer ☆ Marry a supernatural creature ☆ Become a supernatural creature ☆ Own 3 cats or more Optional: Find cure to become human again

Generation 10: Turquoise

In the works...

If you play this challenge you can use the hashtag #mixed legacy or tag me!

and please give any feedback you might have! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

#ts3 challenge #ts3 legacy #sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 legacy #sims 3 legacy challenge #mixed legacy

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is Sana's baby (as claimed by Sana lol)

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but end of semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend AthirahNazari6 that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hey I want to request can you do one where y/n is innocent so sana basically babied her every chances she gets. Thank u

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N was the youngest member of the wildly popular K-pop girl group TWICE. At just 16 years old, she had already achieved remarkable success in the music industry. But behind her youthful talent and radiant smile, she possessed an innocent and pure heart that endeared her to fans all over the world. Among the members of TWICE, Sana had taken on the role of Y/N's unofficial guardian. With her warm and caring nature, Sana couldn't help but feel protective of the youngest member. She saw Y/N as the little sister she never had, someone who needed guidance and support in the whirlwind of fame. One sunny afternoon, TWICE had a rare day off from their hectic schedule. The maknae, with her wide eyes and shy demeanour, looked around eagerly, searching for something to do. Sana noticed her restlessness and approached her with a gentle smile and her voice filled with excitement.

Sana - Sugar, how about we go to the park today? We can have a picnic and enjoy the fresh air!!

Y/N's face lit up instantly, and she nodded enthusiastically. Sana couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable response. She led her unofficial little sister to the park, carrying a basket filled with their favourite snacks. As they settled on a soft blanket, Sana spread out a feast fit for a princess. The kid's eyes widened at the sight of all the delicious treats. Sana laughed and spoke with a motherly smile on her face.

Sana - I knew you'd love this!

Throughout the picnic, Sana made sure her cutie pie had everything she needed. She cut the fruits into bite-sized pieces, fed Y/N with her own hands, and even wiped away any crumbs that dared to touch the youngest member's lips. The youngest (obviously-) blushed at the attention, feeling incredibly cared for. After the picnic, Sana and Y/N strolled through the park, hand in hand. They admired the vibrant flowers, chased butterflies, and laughed freely. Sana's constant presence made the younger girl feel safe and loved. As they walked by a small pond, TWICE's honey's gaze fell upon a group of children sailing toy boats. Her eyes glimmered with fascination. Sana noticed her curiosity and gave a suggestion that she knew was undeniable.

Sana - Would you like to try it too, sweetie?

Y/N hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should ask for such a childish indulgence (go for it guys, making your inner child happy is everything). But when she met Sana's encouraging gaze, she nodded with a shy smile. Sana quickly bought a toy boat and handed it to her, who carefully placed it in the water. Sana kneeled down beside the maknae, her eyes filled with delight and Sana's voice filled with genuine admiration, as they watched the boat sail away.

 Sana - Look, love! You're a great captain!

Y/N beamed at the praise, feeling a surge of confidence. Sana's unwavering belief in her abilities gave her the courage to try new things without fear of judgment. As the day drew to a close, Sana and Y/N made their way back to their dorm. The youngest clung to Sana's arm, her head resting against her shoulder. Sana held her tightly, whispering words of encouragement and love in her gentle voice.

Sana - You know, kiddo, you may be the youngest in TWICE, but you bring so much joy and innocence to our group. We all admire you and look up to you in our own way.

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise. She had never considered herself anything other than the baby of the group. But as she listened to Sana's heartfelt words, a sense of pride welled up within her. From that day forward, Sana continued to shower her baby (she claimed Y/N guys, it's done lol) with love and support, always reminding her of her worth. TWICE's child blossomed under Sana's care, gaining confidence and a sense of belonging within the group. And as time went on, she grew older and wiser, but never lost her innocent charm. And no matter how successful TWICE became, Sana remained by her side, always ready to be her guiding light, her protector, and her biggest cheerleader. In interviews, Y/N often credited Sana for her growth and happiness. She spoke of the countless moments when Sana had babied her, showering her with affection and ensuring her well-being. The maknae clearly cherished those memories, knowing that she had someone who loved her unconditionally.

As TWICE continued to conquer the music industry, Y/N's innocence and genuine nature became her trademark. Fans adored her for her pure-heartedness, and Sana beamed with pride at the sight of her sister's success. Through it all, Sana remained the girl's constant source of support, her guardian angel. And as they navigated the highs and lows of their careers, they knew that their bond would only grow stronger with time. Sana would forever be the one who saw Y/N's innocence and embraced it with open arms, ensuring that she never lost her childlike wonder in the midst of fame. And this made not only Sana but also the other unnies have a single thought:

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

#kpop imagines #kpop gg #twice imagines #twice 10th member #twice x reader #twice scenarios #twice #twice fluff #twice addition #twice added member #twice x y/n #twice x you #sana #sana x reader #nayeon #nayeon x reader #jeongyeon #jeongyeon x reader #momo #momo x reader #jihyo #jihyo x reader #mina #mina x reader #dahyun #dahyun x reader #chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #tzuyu #tzuyu x reader

[amuseoffyre]

Fyre's OFMD Fic Masterlist - Pre S2 Roundup!

S2 is almost here and I can already feel my brain begin to fizz and froth despite life trying to steal my time and focus! So, before it hits and eats me all over again, here's the full round up of 780k of fic written in 18 months 😁

SERIES/COLLECTIONS

Immersion ® - 13k A series of short soft scenes of Stede and Ed being soft, featuring the clothing swap, Ed’s introduction to the lavender soap, some shaving and bath time

Toxic (E) - 7.3k Izzy has an urge and Calico Jack knows just how to scratch it, whether Izzy likes it or not. (Please heed all warnings and tags if you venture into this series)

Penetrative Gays (E) - 13k A silly series following every post-e3 stabbing incident in the smuttiest possible way :)

Turning Tides ® - 81k My novel-length speculative season 2, picking up immediately after the end of S1, featuring everyone, multiple POVs, drama, shenanigans and fuckeries galore.

Storm Surge ® - 62k My second novel-length series and my speculative S3, following on directly from Turning Tides. Even more POVs and far, far, far more fuckeries than you can shake a stick at.

Our Flag Means Death - JanAUry (Mixed) - 17k A series of 1k one-shots based on the Jan-AU-ry prompts list

Write It Through As a Crew (Various) - 12k A collection of 1k prompts/one-shots/missing scenes from Turning Tides and Storm Surge

ONE SHOTS

The Biblical Sense (E)  - 2.6k The first time for the lads, written before David Jenkins dropped 9 & 10 and irreversibly hurled me into pirate hell.

Ties that Bind ® - 3.3k Stede has an extensive ribbon collection and Ed realises it’s a way for him to feel vulnerable. Shibari-with-ribbons.

Bit of a Clothes Horse (E) - 9k Written in collaboration with Aivelin - the missing scene where Stede helps Ed get ready for the fancy party boat. And all that comes after ;)

Type ® - 2.3k Mary Allamby Bonnet gets a bit of a fright when she finds a scary-looking man with a sword in her front room.

Magnolia (E) - 5k When Ed - no, the Kraken - catches Stede Bonnet, he wants to use him and ruin him, but it… doesn’t quite go to plan.

Fancy (E) - 7k Written in collaboration with Aivelin - After a successful raid, Stede and Ed find some unexpected enjoyment in some interesting items of clothing.

Co-Captain Duties (E) - 3.5k After the treasure hunt, Ed tries to use bath time as a way to drop a less than subtle hint that he wants to… push forward their relationship.

Maketh the Man (E) - 6.6k When Blackbeard is captured by Hornigold, Izzy Hands is forced to turn to the only person who might be mad enough to be able to save him. Naturally, Stede rises to the occasion.

Sweet/Tart (E) - 4k When Stede returns to the Revenge, he brings a little sweet treat to try and win Ed over

A Beginning (M) - 2k Sometimes, you meet a nice girl and you get along and you start to think maybe yeah, this one might be something special.And then she murders your boss’s favourite husband.

In Slumber (E) - 15k When Stede admits he might find Ed attractive, even asleep, Ed encourages him to pursue that train of thought with his full and enthusiastic consent.

Regulations (PG) 1.2k “It had to go”

Accord (R) - 2.6k Crossover with Black Sails - James Flint comes seeking an alliance with Blackbeard

Bits (R) - 4k Ed Teach’s not-good very-bad week after he hears about Stede Bonnet’s demise   

The Names We Make (R) - 2300 A long time ago, before Spanish Jackie and Blackbeard, there were a couple of kids.

Moonbeam (PG) - 5k A little gentle swordsmanship by moonlight. My reverse-bang fic written with @cosmicyeehaws

Anchored (R) - 1k Sometimes, Ed needs to be held.

CHAPTERED FIC (Non-series)

Thunders of the Upper Deep ® - 4.4k - WIP Started as part of mermay. Only this is were-mermay and Ed is the kraken :D

Renaissance (E) - 26k What if Ed heard that gunshot in the woods that night?

Bark and Bite ® - 75k Vampire & werewolf AU - take s1 and sprinkle in a generous dose of supernatural nonsense and that’s this fic. (S2 coming with S2 :D)

A Good Impression (R) - 19.5k WIP What if Stede had accepted Izzy’s invitation to the Queen Anne’s Revenge?

Lady Trouble (R) - 54k The runaway wife of a wealthy landowner, Stede Bonnet Allamby set out to find adventure and freedom on the high seas. Things did not go as planned…

Don't Tell Mama (E) - 187k Drag/Burlesque Social Media AU - Stede Bonnet runs off to be a cabaret Emcee and crosses paths with the bone-weary Drag Impresario Lady Blackbeard

Wonder of Infamy (R) - 48k My anniversary fic :) It’s already 20k written and rising rapidly.

Everything Changed When The British Empire Attacked (R) - 9k WIP My Avatar: The Last Airbender AU :D Because of course I did one.

Steadfast (E) - 9k A study of Izzy Hands from the day he became First Mate to the Legendary Blackbeard. Written in collaboration with @waldos-art

Adrift (R) - 7k Canon-divergence AU where Chauncey catches Ed instead of Stede at the academy

A Trick of the Light (R) - 5k published so far (45k written) WIP The Gentleman Conjurer has plans to make his big debut in 1870s London's magic circuit, but things do not go as planned. My newest epic monster that I love.

#fyre's ofmd masterlist #ofmd fic #our flag means death fic

[its-deputy-caleb]

omg i saw requests are open!!! can we get some kiss HCS for some of the far cry 6 crew! thank you so much!

i've had the most chaotic week :'')))) so i really enjoyed writing these HCs! i might be slowing down on requests for a little bit, i'm still gonna be writing when i can but i might just work on some self indulgent fics to cheer myself up! but for now pls enjoy these soft head cannons and i've decided to do a few extra characters

and yes i'm permanently adding carlos now, i'm a simp and i know i aint alone so ya'll are stuck with me and my questionable taste in men :) <3

Dani Rojas

Ever since the first time you kissed Dani, she’s been more than enthusiastic about kisses and general public displays of affection.

It was a spontaneous spur of the moment, liberating the cathedral in Esperanza when you’d thrown your arms around her shoulders and kissed her right on the lips.

Dani is never shy when it comes to asking for kisses, whether its good luck smooches before her missions or returning home tired, sweaty and in need to of some lovin’.

She’ll definitely tell you that she loves all your kisses but her favourite type has to be in the early morning as you pepper sleepy kisses along her jaw and collarbones whilst you cuddle.

Of course, this is Yara and as Clara’s best and brightest Dani has her fair share of injuries from her time on the road. But that only means you get to kiss over her bandages and make her feel better with a daily dose of affection.

Clara García

Clara’s definitely not shy when it comes to kisses, in fact she’s rather confident when she kisses you in the centre of her camp.

The first time you had kissed her was almost a matter of necessity. You had returned to Clara’s command center after a narrow miss with Castillo’s special forces, and there was nothing you wanted more than to fall into her arms. She held you tightly as you kissed her gently and the two of you have never looked back.

Clara doesn’t have to ask for kisses, not only is she la Jefa, but you’re always by her side to fight the revolution and give her kisses in-between.

Her favourite types of kisses are on her hands, palms or knuckles. She loves the public display of affection when you take her hand and litter kisses on her hand after she’s addressed her people or you’re about to head off to a mission.

On the rare occasion the two of you get a night off together, Clara will always take you to a quiet area to snuggle and watch the boats race across the water. Whilst her arms are snug around you and you chat softly, there’s a string of kisses all over temples and forehead.

Juan Cortez 

Please give this man all the kisses because he’s stubborn and has an ego that’s too high for him to properly ask for them. It’s not that Juan is embarrassed to ask for affection, he just doesn’t know how unless he’s in his sappy drunk state where he won’t stop asking for kisses.

The first time you’d kissed Juan, his brain went into a malfunction. He’d just shown you his latest supremo design, flexing all the cool new gadgets and poison dispenser to fuck with the FND when you moved his drawings to the side and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

Juan’s never been keen on relationships over his string of one night stands, so asking for any affection is new to him. But when it’s just the two of you in his bunker or out on a mission he will happily ask for his fair share of love.

His favourite kind of kisses are on the bridge of his nose. Juan just melts when you hold his face in your hands and press gentle kisses along his nose.

After you all made a move on the capital, storming the Torre Del León to take down Castillo. The two of you were standing on the balcony over looking the city of Esperanza, your arms are wrapped tightly around his torso in a hug as you place kisses along his cheeks.

Camila ‘Espada’ Montero

Camila can absolutely take on anything the FND throw at her, but when it comes of public affection she ends up rather flustered.

She went bright red with a flush you’ve never seen on her before when you first kissed her in front of everyone at the Montero Farm after a day of attacking tobacco fields in Aguas Lindas (Philly totally cheered for you two whilst Carlos threatened to skin you like a croc if you mistreated his daughter) 

It’s definitely difficult for Camila to ask for things she wants, maybe it was from being the oldest Montero but she slowly learns to ask for your affection. Of which, you’re more than happy to provide as you smother her with smooches.

Her favourite kisses from you are always after dinner or a big feast. It started off with you kissing away some sauce on her cheek but now you finish each meal with a cheesy kiss and jokes that she’s your dessert.

Camila has her fair share of stress around the farm, leading new recruits and trying to keep the peace between her brother and the rest of the residents so you do your best to keep her sane. That of course involves you dragging her away from work or her practice post to give her lots of kisses all over her face.

Philly Barzaga

Philly is probably over-enthusiastic for his daily dose of kisses, and almost always going to be flirty in his classic Philly magic style.

He couldn’t stop dancing and cheering when you had first kissed him. It was down at his workshop, the two of you working on designs for diesel daisy and sharing a cerveza to finish the night off. Of course, that lead you to kiss him gently and you watched as his face lit up like fireworks.

Asking for kisses is a walk in the park for Philly and he totally pulls out all his cards. Whenever he’s in need for some extra smooches he holds chorizo up and the two of them make puppy dog eyes until you cave and pamper him.

His favourite type of kisses are on the back of his neck. He just loves when you surprise him by wrapping your arms around him from behind (hopefully whilst there’s no sharp tools in his hands) and pepper his neck with kisses as you squeeze him lovingly.

Of course, Philly has his moments which leave him shaken whether that’s trying to save Ale or freaking out from his fear of flying. In those moments he just needs all your love and support so you never fail to kiss his forehead and hold him close.

Bembé Alvarez 

Bembé is totally confident in his ability to deliver kisses, I mean common the man knows he’s sexy and he’s been told how good of a kisser he is.

He was definitely caught of guard when you kissed him first (it was his plan to make you flustered not the other way around). You had just finished a raid, snatching the profit from the Gulov twins on behalf of Bembé. It was late at night, and you were on your way home from his church as you bid him goodnight with a soft kiss to his lips.

From that first kiss, Bembé is more than happy to ask for kisses. He loves showing affection in front of others but he will also ask for a peck over intimate dinners and moments alone with you.

Don’t tell anyone but his favourite types of kisses are the really tender forehead kisses. He has to be in the right mood for them,  preferably right before he falls asleep with you in his arms but Bembé will show you his softer side and expect lots of soft kisses on his brow-line, forehead and temple.

Bembé loves the quiet moments with you on the roof of his church. His head can rest in your lap as he runs through his numbers in some peace whilst you occasionally bend down to kiss him.

Carlos Montero

Carlos Montero has a lot of pride in his work, however he’s lost touch with any sort of romance over the years which has led to a certain shyness when it comes to kisses and public displays of affection.

When you first kissed him it was rather unplanned. He had narrowly escaped the attack of José in Verdera and in a state of panic and relief you held his face in your hands and kissed him gently.

Despite his reluctance for romantic activities, you slowly help build up that confidence which was always there. Carlos eventually asks you for kisses around camp or whilst you’re driving around Madrugada in his truck.

His favourite type of kisses has to be when you kiss the corner of his mouth or his chin. Carlos adores walking around Sirena Bay with you, his arm looped over your shoulder whilst you cuddle close and kiss the bottom of his lip.

Whenever there are big celebrations in the Montero Farm, with lots of drinks, singing and dancing, Carlos always takes your hand and asks you to dance under the fairy lights in the middle of camp. Everyone watches the two of you, cheering as you sway together and place gentle kisses along each other’s cheeks.

#far cry 6 #fc6 #fc6 headcannons #fc6 writing #far cry #dani rojas #dani rojas x reader #clara garcia #clara garcia x reader #juan cortez #juan cortez x reader #camila montero #camila montero x reader #philly barzaga #philly barzaga x reader #bembe alvarez #bembe alvarez x reader #carlos montero #carlos montero x reader

[fayestardust]

Books read and films/shows watched in 2024

I'm gonna be sharing some of the things I watch and read on here. Books

Wool by Hugh Howey - 9/10 - The only reason it didn't get 10/10 is the ending. Maybe just the fact that it ended. Or, at the very least, too soon.

Currently reading

Shift by Hugh Howey Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus

Films/shows

Oppenheimer - 8.5/10 Love Again - 4/10 Saltburn - 7/10 - I enjoyed it, but slightly too unhinged for my taste. Pride and Prejudice (Keira Knightley version) - 10/10 - Rewatch, but it always brings me joy. My life with the Walter boys (show)- 7/10 - Teen drama. Always my favourite. Everyone is stupid. Sanditon (show)- 7.5/10 - Everyone is stupid. Just communicate, that would help. Fleabag (show)- 10/10 - Rewatch. Love it. It'll pass. Normal People (show) - 10/10 - Just fantastic, binged it all in one night. Foe - 7.5/10 - Film enthusiasts and critics alike think this is a boring film. I just really enjoyed it. Maybe I'm slightly obsessed with Paul Mescal, though. And I love things that are depressing af. A Man Called Otto - 9/10 - Rewatch. Both hopeful and very sad. Love it. Bodies (show) - 7.5/10 - Fun premise, odd pacing. Masters of the Air (show)- 8.5/10 - Gets better with every rewatch. The Boys In The Boat - 8/10 - Sports make me cry. The Creator - 7/10 - Great premise, mediocre execution. The Gentlemen (show) - 7/10 - It is a fun story, but the stylistic choices are perhaps not as much my thing anymore. Are you there, God? It's me, Margaret - 8.5/10 - Was growing up like this? I can't remember, it's been too long. Fate, The Winx saga (show) - 6/10 - Remind me why I watched this? I recall liking the first season, but the second season is just... Slow Horses (show) - 9.5/10 - There is not much to critique. I love it. Severance (show) - 8.5/10 - Takes a while to get into, but it's GOOD.

#about me #watch list #read list

[a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives]

‘It’s the relationship I knew I wanted’: Scrublands star on learning to commit

Luke Arnold is an actor and writer who is best known for playing Michael Hutchence in Never Tear Us Apart. The 39-year-old discusses the endearing nickname he called his little sister as a child, a silly but romantic Christmas gesture and what he is most proud of in his current relationship.

“It’s interesting to reflect on the actresses I admired before I got into the acting industry who later became colleagues, like Heather Graham.”

My maternal great-great-grandmother thought her name was Jean, but when she was 70 she found her birth certificate, which said Jane. Her mother died when she was young, so I’m not sure what went wrong there, but she was still Jean to us all.

Some of my first memories are getting handwritten and recorded poems on cassettes from her. Looking at them recently, I can see the influence their form and patterns have had on my own writing.

When I was young, my maternal granny, Valerie, lived on a sailing boat with my step granddad. They also travelled around Australia on a motorbike. They were a great example of the freewheeling, bohemian lifestyle that was definitely passed down to me.

My parents, Nola and Colin, met while picking fruit. Mum is not the tallest lady and trained to become a jockey. It was her passion from a young age, but in the late 1970s she found the male-dominant culture of the racing industry too tough to realise her dream.

Mum is an enthusiastic and bubbly person. Before my younger sister, Ashley, and my brother, George, were born, I had her full attention for two years. It was great, as it meant that when I started school, I was on my way to reading and writing.

When I was just a baby myself, I used to call my sister “my little darling”, as we were so close. In the teen years we grew apart a bit, but since 2019 we’ve become close again. Ashley’s a web designer and is living the life of a digital nomad.

My first celebrity crush was Amy Jo Johnson, the actress who played the Pink Power Ranger on Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.

It’s interesting to reflect on the actresses I admired before I got into the acting industry who later became colleagues, like Heather Graham, star of Boogie Nights, which is one of my favourite films. When Heather enlisted me to act opposite her on her 2018 film Half Magic, it was a “pinch-me” moment. One minute I would be talking to her as a colleague, then the next I’d think, “You’re HEATHER GRAHAM!”

My first serious relationship was with Hayley at Sunshine Beach High School in Queensland. We bonded over acting and performing. It was nice to meet a girl after my teenage years in Sydney, where I’d worked as a clown, doing parties and magic, mostly around dudes.

While at drama school [WAAPA in Perth], I picked up a girlfriend from the airport dressed in wrapping paper. I’d asked her what she wanted for Christmas and she’d replied, “Just you.” I took that literally. It was a silly, ridiculous, romantic gesture. I’m glad camera phones weren’t a big thing back then.

In the 2022 NITV SBS series True Colours, Rarriwuy Hick and I both played detectives. Filming that was a huge education for me. My touchstones on the Northern Territory set were the women – Rurriway and Arrernte/Warlpiri woman Marie Ellis, with whom we consulted daily to follow cultural protocol.

It was nerve-racking to be the white fella who was ignorant of so many things. But the First Nations people had such generosity teaching me about that part of the country, and about the practices that impacted storylines, like men’s business, kinship and payback. There was overwhelming care for us outsiders coming in.

I’ve been with my current partner, Laura, for a year. We met while making a film 16 years ago and I was completely and madly infatuated with her. We were both young and at that time I was ill-equipped to handle such strong feelings.

We had a couple of false starts that left us both feeling tender, but we kept returning to the flame. Something I’m proud of is that we kept showing up, as it would have been easy to just turn it into a story of heartbreak and not deal with it.

We’ve always been great friends throughout it all. Laura is the person I want to call with good news, with a question, or if I’m anxious about something. It’s the relationship I knew I wanted, and I’m very grateful to be in it now.

Luke Arnold stars in Scrublands, premiering November 16 on Stan.

Source: The Sydney Morning Herald

#black sails #luke arnold #scrublands #stan australia #interview #the sydney morning herald #news

[ecoamerica]

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

#ACLA24 #ACLA24Leaders #youtube #youtube video #climate leaders #climate solutions #climate action #climate and environment #climate #climate change #climate and health #climate blog #climate justice #climate news #weather and climate #environmental news #environment #environmental awareness #environment and health #environmental #environmental issues #environmental justice #environment protection #environmental health #Youtube

[raayllum]

So one of my favourite mini arcs throughout the show (specifically in s1 and s3) is the consistent theme of 

Callum finding or believing in the worth / beauty of things, even or especially if Rayla initially derides them

and I figured it was about time to talk about it, since it’s been over three years by now. In which I mean: it starts in 1x02, takes off in 1x05, continues throughout 1x07 and 3x02, and largely culminates (for now) in 3x04. The obvious in 1x02 is that Callum sees value in Ezran’s life that Rayla doesn’t (even if she still sees more than she should) and argues for it. Like so much of their S1-S4 arc whether literally, thematically, etc. comes back to their first scenes together in 1x02, so this is no surprise. But 1x05 is what starts tackling it directly.

It starts small, but noticeably, with the cube, carrying on somewhat with their conflict from the previous night.

C: Last night you said the cube was just a worthless toy. But now we know— R: It’s a glow toy. C: [Enthusiastically] Exactly! R: [Flatly] Exactly. 

Callum sees worth and excitement in the cube with belief (or hope) it could be something special while Rayla is more ‘realistic’ and doubtful. We see this be also one of the things that bleeds over into our beloved boat scene, as Rayla is initially very to the point about Xadia and Callum gets her to expand on and appreciate things on a deeper level, like he’s reminding her of the joy and wonder to be found in magic from an outsider’s perspective. 

We see this further reflected on the shore at the end of the episode, when Callum sees something brave / positive / heroic in Rayla’s behaviour for precisely the same reason she sees something shameful. I don’t think it’s any mistake that after these exchanges that Rayla starts to purposefully indulge Callum a bit more in say, 1x07.

Then in 3x02, Callum is of course having the absolute best time in Xadia, appreciating each and every part of what is utterly normal and mundane about Rayla’s home, even if she’s still softened by his vivid interest and appreciation in it. 

Then of course the biggest display is in 3x04 when Rayla has her breakdown and Callum lovingly and steadfastly builds her back up again, seeing plenty of wonderful things about herself: both things her culture and family prized, and things they actively discouraged or that she’s found shame in, like her heart: “Your heart isn’t hard enough to do whatever it takes” “I told Runaan you were too good hearted” 

He says she’s beautiful because she called herself a mess. He reminds her of her resilience and ability to get back up. He makes her laugh and she wipes away her tears. 

This is of course what Rayla and Callum both compound for each other. Callum sees worth and beauty in most things, even when Rayla doesn’t, including and especially herself. However, Rayla also does the same, not necessarily for the world (although she warms up to it because of him for sure) but in how she views and treats Callum, valuing him above his ability to do magic every step of the way. It’s why when she gives her big grand Best Friend speech about Callum in 3x01 she doesn’t mention his magic once. Not because she thinks it’s unimportant to him or about him, but because she values him for all his Callum-ness first and foremost, “magic or no magic” (2x07). And that is what I love about them. 

#rayllum #platonic rayllum #s1 #s3 #arc 1 #analysis series #analysis #mini meta #appreciation #personal fave #tdp #parallels #characterization

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — July 02-08

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

07-02 → A TikTok account called Ocean Zhang posted an extremely cringey video of Zhang Sanjian dancing with one of the ugly dolls they’re obviously having trouble selling. The account was found to have been made on 06-15 at an IP address located in Taiwan. The IP of the video was California. [source] Given how TikTok’s algorithm works, it’s best to completely avoid it.

→ Gong Jun made it to Jay Chou’s concert in Haikou and even got to sing with him! Videos: [1] [2] [Translation of their conversation] #Gong Jun Jay Chou chorus Hair Like Snow# got on Weibo entertainment hotsearch and #GongJun trended on Twitter.  Fan Observations:  -  He was wearing the Wooyoungmi shirt again.  -  Hair Like Snow was mentioned by Zhang Zhehan as one of his favourite Jay Chou songs, which he had sung himself at a school talent show. The album that it’s on, November’s Chopin, released on 2005-11-01.

→ Gong Jun posted a video of himself at the concert. Caption: “I’m! so! ha! ppy!”

(photo from the fansite Elaine&Pipi)

07-03 → The Legend of AnLe Weibo account posted a video of behind the scenes footage. Caption: “The boat of love makes waves at first sight?! Ren AnLe @Dear Dilireba made a bold move to Han Ye @ Gong Jun Simon, as if he heard someone's heart beating in disorder!” Shortly after, they also posted eight promotional stills of the main cast.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted three promotional stills of Gong Jun in Legend of AnLe. Caption: “Qingming is like a sweet spring, Ye Ran is like a god, hope to meet with his highness @ Gong Jun Simon soon.”

07-04 → #TheLegendofAnle trended on Twitter.

→ Fresh posted a commercial featuring Gong Jun. (1129 kadian)

07-05 → The Instagram posted song lyrics.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. (1129 kadian)

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a vlog of him at the Jay Chou concert. Caption: “There is also a chorus without mic, and the enthusiastic audience @ Gong Jun Simon has a full record of the concert!”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of him singing at the concert. Caption: “@ Gong Jun Simon is confident! (We also have a solo cam!)” (17:05 timestamp and 1:29 long video, if you want to make a 51129 kadian out of that)

07-06 → The Instagram posted pictures of Polaroids. 

→ #ZhangZhehan trended on Twitter.

→ The teashop was fined 129k RMB for excessive packaging in violation of environmental protection laws, violation of food safety laws, engaging in food production they do not have a license for, and failure to correctly label food quantity on packaging, with Chen Bingjun (Chen Liying’s daughter) fined 11k RMB personally.

07-07 → Gong Jun reposted a post from Xinhua News in remembrance of the Marco Polo Bridge Incident. Added caption: “Don’t forget the national insult, remember the history, and use the deeds of heroes and martyrs to inspire our generation to act bravely!” His studio did the same, added caption: “Follow the right path and strive for self-improvement. Always remember the spirit of the martyrs, and may peace remain forever!”

→ A photographer, Xie Huailiang, made a Xiao Hong Shu post reminiscing about a photoshoot he did with Gong Jun in 2016, saying that Gong Jun hasn’t been changed by the industry and is still very caring and hardworking. His post mentioned Word of Honor as the point Gong Jun rose to fame. Fan Observation: The photographer also previously did a shoot with Zhang Zhehan, and did not delete his post of this after 813.

07-08 → Another Zhang Sanjian TikTok video with content similar to the previous one.

Additional Reading: → Hidden Strike, the Jackie Chan and John Cena action-comedy that Gong Jun played a small role* in in 2018, is now showing in theatres in the US. It will be releasing on American Netflix on 07-28. *He is reportedly only in about the first 20 minutes. → Offline promotions for Legend of AnLe have begun. It seems it really is finally coming soon. 🤞 → Subs are finally being made for Go Fighting! season 9! At the time of this post the first 3 episodes are subbed. [playlist]

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#Zhang Zhehan #Gong Jun #Word of Honor #woh cast #lld timeline

[clowninthecoffeehouse]

intro post

helloo i’m sylvan, but syl is good too :> (pronounced sill-vin or sill) i talk about birds here and post art and fandom stuff

gay bird enthusiast

the fandoms i post about the most right now are bbc ghosts (or really any six idiots stuff), the magnus archives, the diary of aliza schultz and woe.begone but i’ll post about others occasionally :] also post about music sometimes, my favourite bands are the magnetic fields, big thief, and car seat headrest right now

feel free to drop recommendations or anything else in the ask box i love finding new things !!

i also have some original characters i might talk about sometimes :] and i love lighthouses/lighthouse history and boats/sailing

side/spam blog is @teacupclown

if you act weird about neo pronouns, therians, or any other “weird” identities that don’t hurt anyone get off my blog. also not safe here for general bigots

#blog intro #sillies

[fog-and-rust]

At last I present to you ... the girl

Found a Daily Prophet Template, had a boost of inspiration.

This is my Hogwarts Legacy MC, Ellie Reed.

Profile is under the cut

Full Name: Eleanor Henrietta Reed

Nicknames: Ellie (by everyone, even herself; many of her classmates didn't even know that it is a nickname, until her cousin Leander reprimanded her once in the Great Hall addressing her by her full name)

Birthday: 10th October (despite their dynamics, she is a few months older than Leander)

Blood Status: 3/4 pureblood (mother is a pureblood from Prewett family, father is half-blood)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Demisexual

Nationality: British

Residence: Dorchester, Dorset, England

Languages: English

PERSONALITY

MBTI: ENFP (Campaigner)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Strengths: Enthusiastic, loyal, resourceful, adaptive, quick learner

Weaknesses: Morally grey, biased, vengeful, competitive

Interests/Hobbies: Merlin Trials, flying, exploring Hogwarts and the surrounding area, violating the laws of physics

APPEARANCE

Height: 171 cm (5'7'')

Build: Average

Hair: Ginger

Eyes: Blue

Skin: Fair

Complexion: Freckled

MAGIC

Wand: Spruce, Phoenix Feather core, 10¾ inches, slightly springy

Animagus: Nope (she doesn't have enough patience)

Patronus: Stoat

Boggart: Pensieve Guardian (at first, seeing it almost killing Professor Fig in Gringotts was as traumatic as the dragon attack); Inferi (later, after she found and killed Bardolph Beaumont); her friends looking like Isidora's victims (the memory with Isidora's father gave her creeps)

Riddikulus: Pensieve Guardian dancing cancan, Inferi turning into a scolding scarecrow, her friend performing one of Peeves' shenanigans and reciting his lines

Amortentia (what does she smell like to others?): Mallowsweet leaves (Viva la Merlin Trials), petrichor (due to excessive use of Thunderbrew potions), caramel

Amortentia (what does she smell?): TBD

Magical Abilities: Ancient Magic, expert Levioso caster

Broom: Customized by Albie Weekes and reminds a bicycle

HOGWARTS

House: Hufflepuff

Roommates: Poppy Sweeting, Adelaide Oakes, Lenora Everleigh

Best Subjects: Potions, Herbology, Flying, Arithmancy (because there is no need to use a wand for these subjects)

Worst Subjects: Divination, History of Magic (she doesn't sleep, but there is too much information)

FAMILY

Mother: Florence Reed (née Prewett)

Father: Mortimer Reed

Elder brother: Gregory Reed (has already graduated from Hogwarts)

Younger brother: Theodore Reed (will go to Hogwarts as a first-year when Ellie becomes a sixth-year)

Uncle and Aunt: Mr and Mrs Prewett (Leander's parents)

Cousin: Leander Prewett

Pet: a Puffskein called Olly (it actually belongs to Leander, but since his mother was against pets in her house, Ellie and her brothers took care of the pet), a barn owl called Otto

SOCIAL

Best Friend: Leander Prewett

Other Friends:

Non-human: Peeves, Richard Jackdaw, Lodgok, Deek

Girls: Poppy Sweeting, Imelda Reyes, Adelaide Oakes, Lenora Everleigh, Natsai Onai, Zenobia Noke, Nerida Roberts

Boys: Garreth Weasley, Amit Thakkar, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Everett Clopton, Lucan Brattleby

Enemies:

Ranrok, Victor Rookwood, Theophilus Harlow, Duncan Hobhouse, Charlotte Morrison

FAVOURITES

Food: Chelsea bun

Drink: Pumpkin Fizz

Candy: Fizzing Whizzbees (a good backup plan when jumping from high places)

Potion: Thunderbrew Potion (it's all about presentation)

Plant: Chinese Chomping Cabbage, Mallowsweet

Flower: Bluebell

Book: Three Men in a Boat by Jerome. K. Jerome (1889)

Colour: Grey

Beast: Puffskein

Animal: Squirrel

Season: Autumn (it's always Halloween in her soul)

Holiday: Halloween

Time of day: Dawn

Weather: Overcast

Place in Hogwarts: Astronomy Tower, Clock Tower Courtyard

Hamlet: Marunweem

Shop: Dogweed and Deathcap

TRIVIA

Before the awakening of her magical abilities everyone was convinced that she was a Squib. She was homeschooled in subjects that don't require using a wand.

She gives names to her Chinese Chomping Cabbages.

Constantly breaks into Ravenclaw Common Room because she likes its aesthetic. She often asks friends from different Houses to help her because she is curious if there is a limit to nonsense the knocker accepts.

Prefers to wear variants of uniform with breeches since she jumps and runs around a lot.

More often than not forgets to put on her robe, professors got used to it and don't take points for uniform violation anymore.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #oc profile

[everyone-with-a-para]

Who is Matthias? Please tell me about Matthias!

It hasn't even been 2 minutes!! I love you!!

Matthias is a fictpara and a little hard to explain without revealing his source which I don't want to do so I'll do my best to describe him!

Matthias (he/they/she) was once described by his therapist as "a baby with a battleaxe" and that gives you a pretty good idea of what he's like. He used to be a viking (about 1000 years ago) and he still very much keeps to the aesthetic despite not having that career option in the modern day

They used to be a pretty bad person and they have a history of abuse, violence and anger issues due to the trauma they suffered, but they had a Moment in about 1814 and realised he needed to get his shit together. He 180'd his whole personality, changed his name, cut his hair (which he's kept short ever since as a reminder not to revert to his past self), even started speaking in an entirely different voice, and started trying to make amends with the family he'd hurt and trying to be a better person

He still has anger issues and a bit of an alcohol problem (he often drinks heavily before sleeping as he gets horrible ptsd night terrors if he doesn't) but he's in regular therapy and continues to work on himself.

He has a great support system, friends, a queerplatnonic partner, and a pet axltol called Økse. He was on the fence about getting a pet for a long time because he was scared he'd accidentally kill something so small in an anger outburst but having Økse around has actually helped him not to get so angry. Things between him and his brother can still be a little tense sometimes (and Ber isn't innocent in the cause of that tension either, he hurt Matthias as well) but they are learning to forgive each other and see each other as they are now, not as they used to be

As for personality, these days he's very bubbly and enthusiastic. He loves lego and ships/boats and socialising. He's actually built multiple entire historically accurate viking longboats out of lego. His favourite colour is red, his favourite drink is honey mead, and his favourite place is the harbour near his house. He's also an excellent diplomat and knows how to keep a serious formal tone light

I think about her a lot <3

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