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soulofapatrick · 10 months

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I See You - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Theodore steps in when Draco corners you Words: 1.8k Warnings: fluff really Notes: I blanked while writing this as I've had Theodore Nott brainrot recently so don't mind me if I post a few Theodore stories

Y/N’s POV

Today was meant to be a peaceful day with Harry still at Hogwarts with Remus and Ron and Hermione off giggling like a lovesick couple. Hogsmead is ever so pretty covered in a blanket of snow and the bustles of students here to have fun and buy each other last minute Christmas gifts. But, of course, I can’t have anything nice as I round the corner from where I left Ron and Hermione in The Three Broomsticks I bump into a familiar blond.

The sneer ever present on Draco’s face as he shoves me away from him, causing me to stumble and before I know it I’m on my ass in the not so pretty snow. I just shake my head, pushing myself up from the snowy ground, brushing the cold flakes clinging to my jeans. Draco’s mocking laughter fills the air, eyes narrow with distain as he looks down at me like I’m dirt under his shoe.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Weasley girl,” He sneers, tone dropping with derision, “As expected, stumbling through life like your family stumbles through poverty.”

I take a deep breath, refusing to let Draco’s words bring me down, his little jabs always hurting but I’m never gonna let him see it so instead I meet his gaze with a defiant glare, sneering back, “Does your mother always look at you like she’s stepped in shit?”

A flicker of something flashes across his face, but before I can decipher it he quickly regains his composure, “Watch your tongue, Weasley. You may think you're clever, but you'll always be just another insignificant blood traitor," he spits.

I stand my ground, refusing to back down. "Oh, Draco, I would rather be a blood traitor than a heartless coward who hides behind his family name and pure-blood arrogance," I shoot back, my voice filled with determination. "At least I know the value of true friendship and the strength that comes from standing up for what's right. Something you'll never understand.”

It all sounds so cliche and stupid but the surrounding students watching the exchange have mixed expressions, some wearing smirks of satisfaction at my words while others hold their breath, waiting to see how Draco will respond. But before he can retort, a tall figure steps forward, silently wedging himself between Draco and me. It's Theodore Nott, his typically enigmatic expression softened with a touch of resolve. Without saying a word, he calmly places a hand on Draco's shoulder and pushes him away, creating a safe space for me to stand. However, he may have pushed a little too hard as Draco stumbles backwards, momentarily taken aback by one his best friends apposing him let alone standing up to him.

Draco is tall but Theodore stands taller, an undeniable air of quiet confidence surrounding him. His raven black hair, somehow perfect tousled, frames his striking features, drawing attention to his piercing blue eyes that hold a depth of mysteries. There’s an intriguing allure about him, an enigma that seems to follow his every move.

With a subtle gesture, Theodore motions for Draco to dare take another step closer, the weight of his actions speaking volumes. The surrounding students, captivated by the unfolding scene, exchange whispers and glances filled with admiration and surprise.

Draco, shaken by the unexpected opposition from one of his closest friends, regains his composure. His pride wounded, he attempts to mask his disbelief with a haughty glare. However, the cracks in his facade are evident. It's a rare sight to witness someone challenge Draco, and the students relish in the spectacle, some fighting back grins of satisfaction and with one final sneer Draco turns on his heels and struts away.

There’s a flicker of concern behind Theodore’s piercing blue eyes as they shift their focus to me, a genuine care that sets my heart at ease. With a gentle smile, he takes a step closer, his voice resonating with a warmth that catches me off guard.

“Are you alright?” Theodore’s voice, smooth and velvety, reaches my ears like a soothing melody. I think it’s the first time I’ve truly heard him speak, and there’s a captivating timbre to his words - a perfect harmony of confidence and tenderness. I find myself momentarily entranced by his presence, the way he effortlessly brushes a bit of snow out of my hair, his touch sending a gentle shiver down my spine.

With a grateful smile, I reply, “Thank you Teddy, let me buy you a drink to make up?” The air around us seems to hold a certain electricity, a shared moment that lingers in the wintry atmosphere.

Theodore’s eyes widen slightly and I’m not sure if it’s at my offer or the fact I called him ‘Teddy’ without thinking about it, but either way, surprise mingles with the lingering warmth in his gaze. A hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips as he considers my proposition and after a moment of silent contemplation he’s nodding and accepting my invitation.

“Teddy?” He asks quietly, almost shyly, as we turn back and head towards The Three Broomsticks, the thoughts of Butterbeer already warming the chill working its way into my bones. A soft blush creeps up my cheeks as I meet his gaze, finding comfort int he genuine warmth radiating from him.

“Yes, Teddy,” I respond with a gentle nod, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, “If that’s okay with you? It feels right.” The admission carries a sense of vulnerability, as if I’m opening a door to something new, embracing the familiarity that seems to have effortlessly blossomed between us.

A genuine smile spreads across Theodore’s face, eyes crinkling at the corners as he mumbles, “I like it.” There’s a softness in his expression as he speaks, a subtle shift in demeanour that draws me closer both physically and emotionally. I’m bumping shoulders with him lightly as he pushes open the door to The Three Broomsticks for me.

The air is thick with the aroma of freshly brewed Butterbeer, mingling with the comforting scent of wood and fireplaces. The low ceiling is adorned with an array of floating lanterns, casting a soft, golden glow that dances upon the polished wooden floors. The walls are adorned with aging tapestries and moving portraits that I still can’t get used to, having been introduced to the magical world when the Weasley’s adopted me just after my 9th birthday.

The tavern is filled with a harmonious blend of laughter and chatter, the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of magical fireworks, probably from some new toy Fred and George have created, punctuating the joyful atmosphere. The patrons, a mix of Hogwarts students and locals, gather in small groups at the wooden tables, engaged in animated conversations or enjoying a game of Wizarding chess.

Madam Rosmerta moves with grace behind the bar, effortlessly serving Butterbeer and other magical drinks. Her warm smile and friendly banter create an inviting atmosphere, making everyone feel right at home.

We make our way to the small table indicated by Madam Rosmerta, and as we settle down, Theodore takes the seat beside me. His presence is comforting, his arm casually draped over the back of my chair. It's a subtle gesture, yet it carries an intimacy that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. As he lean in closer to hear me other over the lively ambiance of the pub, Theodore's head ducks down, his voice a soft murmur that tickles my ear. The proximity between us feels both exhilarating and comforting, like a secret shared between kindred spirits. In the midst of the bustling crowd, we create our own little world, cocooned in the warmth of our connection. The laughter and conversations of the other patrons blend into the background, fading away as our focus rests solely on each other.

“You’re so beautiful.” The pads of his fingers brush lightly over my jaw, sending my face aflame as it’s something so unexpected and something so right. His voice is deep and full of genuinely which isn’t expected from Slytherins. Before either of us can say or do anything else Madam Rosmerta approaches with our drinks, a tray of steaming Butterbeer and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Theodore’s hand moving away from me, his touch fleeting, but it sends a jolt of electricity through my fingertips, leaving me craving more. With a grateful smile, we accept our drinks, the frothy liquid adding a touch of sweetness to the atmosphere. The taste of the warm Butterbeer dances on my tongue, mirroring the warmth that spreads within me whenever Theodore's eyes meet mine.

With Madam Rosmerta’s retreating figure a sense of anticipation lingers in the air. I feel Theodore’s gaze intensify, his eyes fixed on mine with a mixture of tenderness and desire. Without a word, he captures my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, guiding me gently toward him.

Time seeming to stand still as our lips meet in a surprising yet delicate kiss. The world around us fading away, leaving only the soft press of his lips against mine, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. It’s a kiss filled with unspoken promises and raw vulnerability. It has me melting into his strong presence, my body instinctively leaning closer. His touch both electrifying and gentle, as if he’s holding me with the utmost care. The taste of butterbeer lingering on his tongue adds to the intensity of the kiss, drawing an embarrassing sound from me.

As the kiss comes to an end, both of us breathless and wide-eyes, a hint of surprise flickers across Theodore’s features. He stammers, voice laced with a touch of flustered apology, “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to…”

But, before he can finish his sentence, I’m silencing him with another kiss, my lips pressing against his with a mixture of urgency and tenderness. It’s my way of telling him that he doesn’t need to apologise, a soft sigh escaping me when he brings a hand up to cup my jaw as the kiss ends just as sweetly. I’m whispering softly, voice a blend of relief and affection, “I’m glad you like me Teddy. I’m surprised you even see me.”

“Oh sweetheart,” His vice is low, eyes searching mine, a myriad of emotions swirling within them, thumb caressing my cheek as he leans closer, lips barely brushing mine and he murmurs four words that leave me speechless:

“I’ve always seen you.”

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grxndprix · 7 months

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𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 — 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰 & 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘵𝘸 — 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯 (𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩), 𝘴/𝘢, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘥𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭

A fresh new start always felt like bull.

It was like fate itself holding her life on puppet strings. Moving her like a numb pawn in a chess game. Everything felt calculated for everything except her. She just had to wait for things to go her way every once in a while, before it fell apart again.

Right now, it was going fairly mundanely. Nothing interesting or even mildly negative had happened in a while, though nothing had either. She had already been living alone for quite some time. Moved out of her parents’ house as soon as possible and invested in a house of her own for the sole reason of hating apartments. Too rickety, and she would feel safer in a smaller, single house than with broken windows or whatever else.

[name] ran a ringed hand through her hair, huffing out a breath as she hauled her cross-body bag over her shoulder. The job down at the local cafe awaited straight ahead, and despite her fears, she wasn’t a child anymore, she could do this.

Morning pink and white skies, highlighted with gold clouds had her taking in the fresh air. In fact, it wasn’t until she picked her walking pace up again, stepping toward the cafe doors, that the slightest bit of dread began to pool in her stomach.

A sigh, and [name] reached for the handle as she made her way inside. Her eyes wandered, trailing along the gold embellishments among the otherwise green, brown, and orange-ish tints around her. She lumbered on her way to the back of the building, swiftly tugging her uniform on and starting to take orders from her position as cashier.

Customers piling in couldn’t deny the coziness, some of them staying for quite some time. [name] herself enjoyed every second spent on the job and could never imagine quitting. Or— At least… Those were her premonitions for now. It was a steady source of income while living alone, the atmosphere was nice, the people were nice, it wasn’t—

The doors opened just as the clock chimed at 3 o’clock.

Not even a divine mercy could save such a tragedy. In waltzed two figures, tall in stature and a bit intimidating with their builds. [name] gulped for a second, feeling the cozy air around her start to dissipate. Despite recognizing them as regulars, the girl was unsettled. They always came in and just… observed her every move. She averted her gaze for the sake of her own well-being, lips pursing and unpursing. The feeling of her lip gloss brought back some sense, and she snapped out of her stupor.

In the short time she’d looked at them, she noticed they looked pretty identical to the last time. Cold white hair, blue eyes that held the world in their irises, black uniform — He was the one whose gaze raked along her entire figure, always whispering obscene things to his friend. Of course, said friend had raven hair, long locks that swayed with each step. They were tied up into a bun, and his matching eyes always remained locked on her face, barely wavering. His irises held nothing but sorrow, the weight of the universe—

‘Don’t judge people by their looks,’ She reminded herself. It’s rude to do so, even in this case… Her eyes flicked back to the pair, and she physically had to hold herself back from flinching. Both of their gazes were locked right onto her, one sporting a small smirk, and the other smiling softly.

The man smirking ran a hand through his snowy white hair, whistling lowly and leaning over to whisper something in his presumed friend’s ear. The smiling man whispered something as well, raven locks swaying in the small breeze. She wouldn’t have cared about any of this had their stares not been piercing into her. Something felt off, something really felt off— What was once just invasive had turned predatory. At least before, it didn’t feel like this.

The first time the pair had come into the cafe, they took a seat and seemed to talk casually for a bit. They weren’t ordering anything, but just to be sure, [name] had made her way over and asked them if they wanted to try anything off the menu. She tried and failed to conceal her wince when their eyes snapped up to meet hers.

That was the first time she’d experienced true intimidation. Satan regarded the two of them with a shiver, and she felt her hand tremble at her side. As if they had gotten what they wanted, the pair smiled, but the notion didn’t reach their eyes.

Neither one of them spoke a word for a moment, until—

“Just coffee, thanks.” The ravenette had a gentle voice, countering his intimidating stature. She nodded, a strained ‘Of course!’ falling from her lips before she walked back to her place at the counter. Still, she felt their burning stares pierce through her back.

Fate held a scissor to the string.

She tried to mind her own business. She really did. Returning to brewing some coffee for the person in line, sliding it across the table, and giving them a smile. Her lips could barely form the words, “Have a good day,” before she cut herself off, eyes widening. The coffee she had handed them knocked out of their grasp, laying spilled on the floor.

[name] gasped quietly, eyes darting back up to meet black and blue hues. She froze a second, suddenly realizing that while she’d been on autopilot, spacing out— The rest of the cafe had gone empty. Beginning to yell at the pair, the customer the coffee had been for looked beyond pissed. They opened their mouth to continue screaming at the white-haired man, but—

A swift flick of his fingers, and the customer went flying across the room, seemingly gaining momentum as they crashed against the wall and hit their head hard enough to knock out. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room, allowing [name] to freeze completely. Her face paled in horror at the sight, a horrifying entity forming right behind the customer. They didn’t get the chance to fight, head effectively bitten clean off their body.

Blood poured forth from the stump like that of the Lord, body falling limp. The crimson color had splattered all over the walls and floor, a horrifying canvas of the spiral to hell, to purgatory—

Muted noiret hair cascaded over his shoulder as the man knelt on one knee in front of the body. He seemed to observe the way a few ants had already begun crawling out of the small hole in the wall, breaths quiet. Then, he cracked a smile. “‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?’… May your god have mercy on your soul, low-life.”

With that, the entity swallowed the rest of the customer up whole.

It was quiet for a second. A clock ticked in the background, but she swore it almost felt like the seconds had slowed down. [name]’s mind was running wild with the visual and implied information dumped onto her. ‘What was that entity? Why did they kill the customer? What were they gonna do to her? Was this it? Were they going to kill her too?’

Despite the icy look he sent the corpse, the white-haired man huffed out a snicker. “C’mon, Suguru, don’t be like that.” He dragged the last word out, cracking his knuckles in front of him. His sapphire eyes took their time in studying every reaction [name] had to offer. From her shivers to her darting eyes — He consumed it all.

The ravenette chuckled too, lightheartedly smacking the other on the back. “How else should I be, Satoru?”

That seemed to snap her out of her state. The girl tried to scream, all blood leaving her face, but all she could form was a weak whimper. Her hands clutched at her uniform in an effort to ground herself, trying to sprint for the back. There were about 15 steps between herself and the door. She only made 3.

A hand clasped around her wrist, tugging her backward and into a chest. “Trying to leave so soon? Oh c’mon now, princess,” Satoru’s hand trailed down to her waist, lips brushing against her earlobe and greedily drinking up the shivers he got in return. “We haven’t even started yet.”

Suguru made his way to her front, one hand in his pocket while the other grabbed her cheeks to make sure she looked right into those pools of tar. He smiled softly, a stark contrast to Satoru’s smug grin as his lips nipped at her neck. Suguru took in every little detail of her face, including the blood from the customer’s splatter. The pores, the imperfections, the perfections— He couldn’t get enough.

“You’re a beautiful thing, y’know that?” He muttered, as if it was a secret only between the two of them. Something that no one else should ever know about. She tried to form a remark, anything to tell them off— But all it sounded like to them was a puppy’s whines.

His lips came crashing onto hers with a passion that rivaled Hades as he pursued Persephone. [name] tried desperately to push them off, using every bit of the strength she had— Yet as they backed her into the backroom, she knew it was all in vain. The realization didn’t stop her though, lips finally pushing past their rest and yelling for them to stop, almost sure it might draw the attention of someone outside. Before they closed the door, she saw that it had begun to pour rain, loud enough to completely mask any and all of her noises.

Satoru was the one that pushed her down onto the counter, Suguru immediately beginning to pull her oversized shirt off. The white haired man ran a hand through his strands at the sight, a hissed “Fuck,…” pulling through his throat. The ravenette saw how [name] tried to cover herself again, face pink, and immediately pinned her wrists above her head.

“Shh… It’s— It’s okay, we’ll take care of you, right, ‘Toru?” His voice was tight, like he was refraining from saying something, doing something— She tried to tug her wrists away from his hold, yelling for help, telling them to stop, just about anything that could just end the moment here and now.

A chuckle, and Satoru leaned over her body, face mere centimeters from hers. His lips practically brushed hers as those damned jewel-like orbs devoured her own.

“Yeah, we’ll treat ya real good, princess.”

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳-𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘶𝘵 ☆

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levisfavoriteteashop · 5 months

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HOLIDAYS WARMTH

summary: you meet levi's family for the first time during the holidays

content: husband!levi x female!reader, fluff, the ackermans being a happy family, modern au

note: sorry this is a bit rushed i hadn't enough time to write something very elaborate

word count: 1.2k

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“Are you sure they’re going to like me?”

“Yes, dummy. They’ll like you.”

A happy christmas song was playing on the radio, resonating in the car’s stereo as the vehicle was speeding down the snowy highway. You were leaning against the window on the passenger’s side of the car, watching as the snowflakes flew in the air. The driver’s seat was occupied by your new husband, Levi. He was busy driving the car for the past hour, and reassuring you about your first meeting with your in-laws, a subject that made you anxious ever since Levi announced that you’d be spending christmas with his family.

“But what if they don’t..?”

“Darling…” Levi detached his eyes from the road to look at you warmly. He reached to take your hand in his, keeping the other on the steering wheel.

“Listen. My family will love you. Just like I love you”

You rolled your eyes playfully, smiling and squeezing his hand. “Aw Levi, that means nothing, you’re saying that to comfort me.

“Well is it working?” he grinned at you.

“Maybe it is”

The car drove into town, as the two of you were getting closer to Levi’s childhood home. You were being quiet, calming your nerves. This was it, your first meeting with Levi’s parents. Levi became your husband a few months ago, and despite the fact that the two of you dated for a while before getting engaged, you never met Levi’s family. Levi grew up on the opposite side of the country, and he only met you because he had decided to move into your hometown, where the two of you went to college.

For that reason, you only talked to your in-laws during video calls, but never in person. However, you wanted for it to change, and so when your husband proposed to spend your first holidays as a married couple with his mother, uncle and brother, you immediately agreed, despite the fact that this was making you nervous. Terribly nervous.

You got pulled out of your thoughts when your husband parked the car in the driveway leading to his house. It was a nice, two-story suburban house. Totally a place you expected Levi to have grown up in. Your man got out of the car and opened the passenger’s door for you, taking your hand.

“Are you ready, love?”

“I…think I am.” you said, exiting the car. Your husband flashed a smile in your direction and went to pick up the different bags from the trunk. You took the moment to observe the house and to calm your nerves. It’ll be fine.

You took Levi by the arm as the two of you walked onto the porch, knocking on the front door. You felt your husband squeezing your hand, a silent gesture of reassurance. Soon enough, the door was being opened by a beautiful woman. Levi’s mom, Kuchel.

She was a pretty woman with long, raven black hair and dull grey eyes, just like your husband’s. She wore a warm expression on her face, delighted to see her son and his new wife.

“Hi mom,” Levi said with a soft smile. Kuchel smiled right back at him, bringing him into a quick and tight hug. You smiled at the sight, standing next to them. As soon as his mother released him, she turned to you.

“Hello! Welcome my dear, I am glad to finally meet you” her warm smile reassured you.

“Hello, Mrs. Ackerman.”

“Oh please," the woman chuckled, “call me Kuchel. Please come in, it’s freezing outside.”

The two of you followed Kuchel inside the house, leaving your coats and bags in the entryway. The interior of the house was just as beautiful as the exterior: it was warm and cosy, decorated with different portraits and christmas ornaments. There were plenty of family’s photos, and you smiled at a picture of Levi during his childhood. Even as a little boy, he had that familiar grumpy look that you knew all too well.

As soon as you stepped into the living room, you were met with the rest of the family: his uncle, Kenny, and his younger brother Furlan. You nervously followed your husband to meet the two of them.

“Oh Levi, is that your beautiful wife with you?” Kenny asked with a grin, shaking Levi’s hand before smiling at you. “I’m Kenny, this brat’s uncle. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise! Levi told me a lot about you.”

“Oh he did, did he? I hope he told you the good stuff, eh Levi?” the man chuckled, flashing a teasing look toward his nephew. Your husband simply rolled his eyes playfully, ignoring the remark.

Very quickly, you familiarised with his younger brother Furlan, who looked a lot like his brother. The four of you were comfortably installed in the living room, in front of the warm fireplace. Levi was sitting on the couch, one arm around your shoulders and Kuchel on the other side, while the two other men were comfortably propped in armchairs. The ambiance was merry and cosy, and you were slowly getting more confident and comfortable with the Ackerman family. The evening was passing by quickly, as you all ate dinner and talked, laughter and joy filling the house. You had to admit, you had grown fond of them very quickly. Your husband, throughout the evening, watched as you smiled and laughed with his family, and the simple sight of you all getting along warmed his heart.

“Oh, y/n, dear, I forgot. I had something for you.” you tilted your head, curious, as Levi's mother said those words to you, You watched her stand up from the couch and reach for a package under the christmas tree.

“For me?” you asked, your voice full of intrigue. You noticed that your husband exchanged a grin with his brother, which left you a bit confused.

You smiled at Kuchel as she walked toward you, handing you a beautifully wrapped package. You looked up at her as she signed for you to open it. You proceeded with a little smile.

Your eyes widened as you carefully unwrapped the present. You were holding in your hands a red knitted sweater. It was big, warm and detailed. Not only dated, but your name was stitched on the front of the sweater. You looked up and saw your mother-in-law smiling at you warmly.

“Oh dear, don’t look so surprised. I have a tradition to make these sweaters for each member of the Ackerman family, every year. And you, my dear, are a part of the family now.”

You were speechless, looking at the sweater in awe. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t believe that your mother-in-law welcomed you so warmly into the family. You turned to Levi, who was watching your reaction. He chuckled at the look on your face and leaned in to place a quick peck on your forehead.

“Aw, love…Do you like it?”

“Like? I love it! Thank you, Kuchel…thank you everyone…” you said softly, the corners of your mouth turned up in a smile. Kuchel quickly leaned in to embrace you in a hug.

“You’re welcome, dear. We are all happy to see you join our family in such a way.”

You were overwhelmed with all the love you were receiving. You came here dreading this encounter, fearing that the family wouldn’t approve of you. What a wonderful way to show you that you were wrong. In that moment, you knew you belonged. Not only as Levi’s wife, but you also had your place in the Ackerman’s family, and that was undeniably one of the best christmas presents you could receive.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x reader #levi #levi fluff #aot x reader #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman fanfiction #fanfiction #fluff #christmas

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cry-ptidd · 2 months

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Hellsing characters as animals

Integra:

(Borzoi, snowy owl, secretary bird, lioness)

Alucard:

(Grœnendael, bearded vulture, emperor scorpion, Friesian horse)

Seras:

(Golden retriever, peregrine falcon, fennec fox, golden British shorthair)

Walter:

(Irish wolfhound, great blue heron, black-footed ferret, raven)

Anderson:

(Great Pyrenees, great horned owl, grizzly bear, white tiger)

Pip:

(Jack Russel terrier, ferruginous hawk, stoat, coyote)

#hellsing #sir integra #alucard #seras victoria #walter c dornez #alexander anderson #pip bernadotte #another contender for pip was a Belgian malinois #Anderson tending to his flock while tearing things to shreds #alucard's was surprisingly hard actually #fuck you you goth diva you get cunty horse #anderson's was the easiest #walter too surprisingly

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lovergojo · 3 months

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HONEYSUCKLES

synopsis: Zayne thinks you look beautiful in the snow, and that honeysuckle’s are meant for your love.

cw: reader referred to ‘girlfriend’ but other than that, no other uses of she/her, third person point of view, no use of y/n, black!reader friendly! Reader has hair, but it’s not descriptive.

ZAYNE

It’s not out of the norm for Zayne to be late for dates. He’s a very busy man, and a doctor, so of course patients should come first. What is out of the norm you might ask? Him not texting you that he’ll be late.

Surely, he has a good reason for not texting you right? You don’t want to be a bad girlfriend and just leave in case he comes back. So you wait half an hour, which turns into a whole hour.

Now things are fishy.

You’re looking around the snowy sidewalk, it hasn’t gotten cold enough for you to leave, because if there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that Zayne will absolutely text you to go home if he wasn’t going to show up at all.

You look up at the street lamp, focused on the bright area it swallows up. There’s a tap on your shoulder and you spin around to face the stranger.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you to wait inside somewhere nearby. I didn’t think I’d spend so much time in that flower shop.”

Right in front of your face, blocking your view of Zayne’s face, are yellow honeysuckles.

“Oh!” You take hold of the honeysuckle’s, looking up to meet Zayne’s gaze.

Beneath the glowing streetlight, Zayne looks cute. His cheeks are red from the cold, and snowflakes decorate his raven colored hair strands, as well as on his long eyelashes. You can’t help but huff out a laugh.

“Hm? What’s so funny?” He looks at you with a straight face, but you catch the curious glimmer in his eyes.

“Nothing. You look cute covered in snow.” You smile and stand on the tips of your toes to brush snow off his hair.

“Thank you…you also look very beautiful in the snow.” His hand guides up to the apple of your cheek, giving it a quick squish between his pointer finger and thumb. “I got so distracted by your beauty that I was late.” He says.

“Liar!” You tease.

“It’s the honest truth.” *he chuckles, and looks over his shoulder to point somewhere behind him. “See over there? I was standing right there staring at you.”

“Yeah, yeah. So, why the flowers?”

He offers his arm for you to hold on to, and you gratefully accept, wrapping your arm under his and resting your hand on his bicep.

“Do you know the language of flowers?” He speaks while walking, headed towards the restaurant you both decided on for this particular date night.

“Hmm, can’t say that I do. What do these mean?” You bring your eyes to the yellow flowers.

“Try and take a guess.”

“Mmm…maybe, something like ‘I love you’?” You say cheekily, and he can’t help but chuckle at how bashful you look.

“Yes, pretty close. These mean ‘true love’ or ‘affection towards one another’ and ‘first love.’ ”

“And I am..?” You question, raising an eyebrow up at him.

“You are all three.” A small smile spread across his face, leaning down to press a kiss against your temple.

“I apologize for being late again. Next time, you can just go home if I take too long. I’ll meet you back there.”

You hum. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

You smile, and tighten your arm around his.

“It’s okay. I’ll always wait for you, no matter how cold it gets.”

“That’s fine, but I would prefer my lover to not be sick on our dates.”

“You know Elsa from Frozen said the cold never bothered her anyways.”

“Shouldn’t that be my line..?”

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #zayne x you #love and deepspace x reader #zayne fluff #lad x reader #lad zayne #𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ―୨୧⋆ ˚

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talesofesther · 1 year

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find the beauty

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: Wednesday is infatuated with you; in a snowy walk, she might just do something about it.

Requested by multiple anons for my Christmas Special event.

A/N: Soft Wednesday because I said so. Changed the requests just a tiny bit but hope y'all like it. Prompts used: 3, 8, 11, 13, 14, 19. So if you requested any of these together, this is for you. <3

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You were different than most people. When Wednesday said she liked thunderstorms, she would mostly receive weird looks and questions about why she'd like something so gloomy; but you saw beauty in the way the lightning painted the skies and the rain fell heavily against the windows. You told Wednesday you enjoyed the cold weather on your skin, and how there was poetry to wearing black in someone's honor.

Wednesday didn't do feelings. But she felt a lot for you.

Her infatuation with you was something undeniable, it made her think of her father making heart eyes for her mother, and sometimes it made her sick to her stomach. But the thought of living without this feeling was simply unappealing.

Maybe that's why, when the day started with snow falling nonstop from the sky, she asked you out. She didn't use the word date, but it had been on her mind when she put on her trenchcoat and walked to your dorm.

The school already had a thin layer of snow on its grounds; the trees were bare of leaves and the once stone path now created footprints over a white blanket as you walked by the garden.

"The snow is so pretty isn't it?" You asked mindlessly, turning your palm up and watching as snowflakes slowly collected on top of your glove.

"It's pleasant, yes," Wednesday answered, her gaze moving from you to the looming trees around her that had grown enough to form an archway for you to walk under.

"Oh hey, look," you jogged a little ways further, stopping under a lower branch that had something attached to it. Standing on your tiptoes, you shook off the snow that covered the little green leaves; "it's a small mistletoe."

Wednesday knew of the silly tradition, though it didn't stop her from walking the rest of the way to you. She came to a stop in front of you, her personal space mingling with yours.

"I wonder who put this here." You hummed, only then glancing down from the mistletoe hanging above you to notice Wednesday standing before you.

There was something about seeing her with an immensity of white around her that was enchanting; with her dark eyes and raven hair, she looked like a painting, like something out of a dream of yours.

And yet here she was, her eyes traveling up to yours in a tender blink, features as soft as you've ever seen them; her hair loose for once, falling in waves over her shoulders as her hands rested on the pockets of her coat; her lips with the ghost of a tilt to them that if you didn't know better, you'd say you were her dream as much as she's yours.

You glanced away from Wednesday then, eyes downcast as your cheeks turned pink under her gaze.

"Your cheeks are flushed, why?" There was a soft furrow to Wednesday's eyebrows as she asked, she could see tiny snowflakes clinging to your hair and even smaller ones settling on your eyelashes; they touched you with delicacy, all intimate and tender as some of the flakes melted on you. For some reason, Wednesday was envious of their privilege.

"It's uh- just the wind," you uttered the first little lie that came to your mind, because saying that she was the reason for the color on your cheeks seemed too much.

Wednesday closed her gloved hands into fists as she took in a breath. The air came out past her lips in a white puff, and she waited until it faded completely before taking a bold step closer.

There was a snowflake resting on your bottom lip, so small you didn't even feel it, but it was taunting Wednesday. If she tilted her head forward just a bit, her nose would be brushing yours. And why was that the only thing she could think about?

Your eyes finally found Wednesday's again when she stepped closer to you, so close you could see every speck of color on her lips, every little freckle over her nose and cheeks. Would she be mad if you leaned in just a tad further?

There was no telling who kissed who first, you just ended up meeting in the middle.

Wednesday kissed the snowflake away from your lips, claiming them as her own for good. One of her hands came up to your cheek, feeling your warmth underneath her palm as her lips moved against yours.

If a machine was to check your heartbeat right now, it would go crazy as the lines came in shambles. There was something addictive about Wednesday, about the way her hair touched your eyelashes when she turned or how she pulled away oh so slowly and opened her eyes even slower; that got you all warm and fuzzy even on the coldest day of the year.

You decided it was a privilege, to see her in this new light.

Wednesday's gaze was darting all over your face after she pulled away, casting over every little emotion on you.

She smiled something shy, all soft and intimate, taking a shot at vulnerability; a small tilt of her lips that barely showed her dimples.

You leaned in to touch your forehead with hers for a moment. It felt a lot like a promise.

And maybe that's why she took your hand on the way back to school.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

Wednesday’s taglist: @heelaechan @imagine-reblog @gayestfeels26 @sakurarukas @bluetreecloud20 @the-night-owl-blr @imlike-so-gaydude @user284747 @dreifhraniquo29 @emeraldevan @witchyhs-blog @tobylikesfire @simp4nat @boobabietch @impossibleliv1031 @deadpool-in-a-snood @rainbow-love4ever @maria-403 @pompompuri @halleest

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams #wednesday #wednesday addams x you #wednesdayedit #imagine #fanfic #fluff #angst #wednesday addams fanfic #jenna ortega #wednesday x reader #my story #christmas event

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wackapedia · 1 year

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The Snow Fairy

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Reader Summary: Rickon finds a snow fairy in the woods and asks his dad to kiss her so she can grant him a wish. Wordcount: 1,976 Warnings: mild injury, cute Rickon and his dad too hehe

Little Rickon walks down the snow-covered path, bunched in his thick fur coat. The caravan had stopped because the men ahead had spotted a horse running against the trail and worried that there were bandits. Fortunately, his father's men had scouted ahead and didn't find any danger. Their band decided to give the horses a little rest.

Rickon's father had put him down from the horse and sternly instructed him to stay put while they pack up to resume the journey back home. But he was a five-year-old. No one was watching him. Of course, he won't stay put.

At the edge of the path was a downhill slope and a shallow river running south. A hopscotch of rocks lay over the river, leading to the other side. Singing himself a little song, Rickon jumps on the rocks, safely avoiding the icy waters of the shallow river, landing on the other side.

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You let out a pained groan as you clutch your lower rib, dragging yourself against the snow. It doesn't look like you'll make it. The horse you'd stolen from the last town became too unruly and reared up on its hind legs, dropping you in the forest before galloping away. You were never good with horses anyway. You were forced to part ways with your dragon after you landed in White Harbour. "You can't hide with a dragon, especially if you're hiding from someone with their own dragon..."

So here you were, limping towards a freezing river to refill your flask and wash the mud that concealed the true colour of your hair. If it was the last thing you could do then so be it. You mustered what energy you had left before your vision blacks out and the cold surface of the snowy ground cushions your face.

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Cregan catches a messenger raven gracefully on his arm. It was important to stay informed while being on the road. There was a commotion at the back of their caravan as they prepare to leave. The young lord of Winterfell unfurls the message, updating him on the events in the capital.

"King Viserys is dead, they've crowned Prince Aegon. Prince Aemond is traveling south. The Princess y/n is missing."

"Seven hells..." He mutters to himself, shocked at the turn of events. The commotion continues at the back of the convoy. "My lord, young master Rickon is missing!" One of the ladies looking after his boy yelled in panic. Cregan immediately snaps into action.

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Little Rickon lets out a gasp as he walks by the river, spotting something that piqued his interest. He crouches next to your unconscious body by the river, eyes filled with wonder as he looks at the silver-white hair on your head, sprawled over the snow. "The Snow Fairy!" He whispers to himself.

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"Rickon!" His father loudly bellows from the top of the slope. Rickon looks up and excitedly waves at his father, completely innocent of what is happening. The rest of the company lets out a collective sigh of relief seeing the young master.

Rickon jumps excitedly from where he crouched next to you as he sees his father make his way to him. Despite the displeased scowl on Cregan's face, Rickon beckons him to come to the other side of the river. "Father, I found the Snow Fairy! Come quick, you must kiss her so that she can grant us a wish! Quickly, quickly!"

Cregan sighs at his little boy's idea. Perhaps he has been spending too much time reading fairytales. "Come, Rickon. We have to get back home. I have several things to attend to." He balances himself on the rocks, crossing the river to get to his son when he notices what the boy has been talking about.

A woman was laying unconscious by the river. He almost missed it because her hair and her clothes almost match the snow. Her skin was so pale that he feared the worst.

The Lord of Winterfell quickly picks up his son, crouching down to get a better look at the body. "It's the Snow Fairy, Father!" The boy excitedly stomps his feet as he is wrapped in his father's warmth.

Cregan reaches out to sweep your hair aside to reveal your face. The princess y/n Targaryen. Cregan touches your forehead and is relieved to find a little warmth there. He quickly unclasps his coat to drape it over you before effortlessly picking up your limp body. He calls for one of his men to pick up Rickon, and commands another to prepare to resume the travel home.

The trip back to Winterfell was uneventful. The Princess Y/n who was still unconscious, was being attended to by the two ladies who were looking after Rickon, who continued to babble about fairies and granting wishes.

As they reached the large and imposing northern castle, the lord dismissed the welcome party and instead asked to have maesters fetched for the princess.

------ The first thing you felt was warmth. You felt several layers of fur on top of you, and then the crackling fire. It was dark. Oh, your eyes were closed. Ow, your abdomen hurts. And then you recall your last memory. You jolt at the thought, causing your muscles to spasm on your bruised, probably broken rib.

Opening your eyes, you squint at the dull sunlight from behind the glass window. You were in an unfamiliar room, a fireplace roaring to one side of it. To your left there sat a little boy, sulking and crossing his little arms over his chest. His youthful blue-grey gaze notices the movement in your head, and then he lets out a little gasp.

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Cregan exits the room along with the ladies and maesters attending to you. He had debated sending a raven to your mother, Queen Alicent, but decided he should speak to you first. It has been two days since you were brought to Winterfell and you still hadn't woken. Cregan almost stumbles in the hallway when his son catches him exiting the guest room, starting again with his fantasy. "Rickon, enough. I don't want to hear you talk about enchanted women-" "fairies! You must kiss her, Father! She will grant us a wish!" The boy interrupts his father. "...and I want you back to your lessons right now. No more excuses." Cregan strictly instructs his son and returns to his study to resume his duties.

Rickon squats at the hallway, scowling at his father's back. He doesn't want to go back to his lessons, he wants to see the Snow Fairy. so he does. The steel doorknob clicks at the wooden jamb as his little hands push the heavy wood. He pushes himself through the tiny gap and sits next to the bed. The Snow Fairy was still sleeping. Why won't his father just kiss her? That way she could wake up and grant him his wish. Rickon faces your sleeping form and then closes his eyes. "Snow Fairy, Snow Fairy, please grant my wish!" he pleads under his breath. "... Snow Fairy, I wish for a mother who would look after me, and read me fairytales whenever father is away. I also want a little sister, but it's alright if I can't have that now. Please Snow Fairy!"

Rickon slowly opens an eye, stealing a peek, and then huffs. You remained asleep. He needs to find someone to kiss you first.

And then, you draw a heavy breath, eyes beginning to move under your lids. Your head moves slightly from side to side. Another pained breath escapes your lips.

Rickon gasps and then yells: "Snow Fairy!" "...what?" You look at the kid sitting on your bedside, your head and your injured side still throbbing. "You're the Snow Fairy! Are you going to grant my wish?!" He jumps from his seat and bounces around the room, almost knocking over a table full of tonics and bandages. Someone, probably this kid's mom, must've come to patch you up. "Hey, little boy, where's your mother?" Your hoarsely spoke, slowly sitting up in bed. "You're supposed to give me one, silly!" The kid giggles. "o..okay?" He was cute but everything was so confusing to you at the moment. "Hey, come here, what's your name?" You beckon the little boy over as you reach for the glass of water on your bedside. "My name is Rickon Stark of Winterfell!" He practically yelled in excitement. Stark? Winterfell?! You didn't make it anywhere near Winterfell when you passed out. Just then, the doors to the chamber you were in opened fully. In comes a young imposing man, ready to scold the child messing about, but he notices you.

"P-Princess y/n!" He stutters. His eyes are deep grey, a little like the Rickon's. "We were starting to worry about you not waking." He smiled gently. He had a beautiful smile. You wanted to keep looking at him but he turns away when he picked up the boy and brought him out of the room. He comes back though, apologizing for his boy's commotion. "I am Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell." he stands next to the bed as maesters and ladies enter the room to check on you. "Do you remember anything, Princess?" He notes the confusion on your face. You knew Lord Stark. His wife had passed away a few years ago, leaving him with a son. Rickon.

"Yes, I... I'm sorry, how long was I out, Lord Stark?" "Two days." Cregan notices the alarm in your lilac eyes. "Don't worry, we didn't inform anyone else of your presence here. I wanted to speak to you first before writing to your mother." Ah, how kind of him. Unless you were being held hostage here. Your demeanour must've changed abruptly, and Cregan notices. "Please focus on getting better, you may ask the maidservants for anything you need. You are welcome to stay here for as long as you need. We can talk about your... predicament, once you're fully healed." He smiles wider this time, and it's making your heart race. You're suddenly worried about how messy you must look right now.

"Just one question, Lord Stark..." You call out to him after he gives you a small bow. "Why did your son call me a... Snow Fairy?" Cregan laughs with his entire chest. It was a marvelous sight and you wanted to make him laugh more. "Please pay him no mind, he's mistaken your beauty for a fairy." He reassures. "Although I wouldn't blame him, you are indeed very beautiful." Cregan grins. You find yourself overwhelmed by the attention, at the same time craving for more of it.

"I hope for your speedy recovery, Princess Y/n." He gives you a low nod and leaves the room. -------------

Days pass and your health is gradually restored, with the help of the maids who took care of you. Rickon rarely visits you in the guest chambers, but you notice him sneaking a peek at the windows or whenever the doors are left open. He must’ve been instructed to not disturb you. Noticing the child’s interest in you, you approach him one afternoon when you were taking a walk.

Compared to the excitement he showed when you first saw him, he is currently very silent and well-behaved. You were expecting a lot of questions but he just looked at you with wonder and curiosity in his eyes.

“I thank you for helping me, young Rickon.” You begin, attempting a conversation.“You’re welcome, Princess Y/n” He answers. He doesn’t call you Snow Fairy anymore, and somehow it made you sad.“Is there anything you’d like to ask me, Rickon?” You ask after a few beats of awkward silence. His beautiful blue-grey eyes are uncertain but decides to go for it:

“Would you like to kiss my Father, Princess Y/n?”

----------------------- a/n: ok so this one has a LOT of sequel potential, right? Part 2 - The Wolf Prince

#cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #hotd x reader #cregan stark x y/n

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middle-earth-mythopoeia · 2 years

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Tolkien and long hair: what do the books say?

Any time Tolkien describes the length of Elves’ hair, it’s always said to be long:

- Glorfindel: ‘His golden hair flowed shimmering in the wind of his speed’ (FOTR - Amroth: ‘The wind was in his flowing hair’ (FOTR) - Celeborn: ‘The hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright’ (FOTR) - Elves even made bowstrings from their hair: ‘A bow such as the Galadhrim used, longer and stouter than the bows of Mirkwood, and strung with a string of elf-hair’ (FOTR) - Celegorm: ‘Golden was his long hair’ (The Lays of Beleriand) - The Elves of Valinor: ‘With their gleaming hair in the wind flying’ (The Lays of Beleriand); ‘There blowing free unbraided hair is meshed with beams of Moon and Sun’ (The Lost Road) - The Teleri: ‘With their long hair gleaming like foam’ (Morgoth’s Ring) - Olwë: ‘The hair of Olwë was long and white’ (Morgoth’s Ring) - Thingol: ‘Elwë himself had long and beautiful hair of silver hue’ (The War of the Jewels) - Fingon: ‘He wore his long dark hair in great plaits braided with gold’ (The Shibboleth of Fëanor) - And then there’s this quote which implies that long hair was seen as desirable among the Elves: ‘All the Eldar had beautiful hair (and were especially attracted by hair of exceptional loveliness), but the Noldor were not specially remarkable in this respect, and there is no reference to Finwë as having had hair of exceptional length, abundance, or beauty beyond the measure of his people’ (The Shibboleth of Fëanor)

But it’s not just Elves—Men are also described as having long hair:

- Aragorn: ‘He threw back his hood, showing a shaggy head of dark hair flecked with grey’; ‘His hood was cast back, and his dark hair was blowing in the wind’ (FOTR) - The Witch-king of Angmar: ‘His hair was long and gleaming’ (FOTR); in an earlier draft of the scene, Tolkien wrote that all the Ringwraiths had long hair: ‘Upon their long grey hair were crowns and helms of pale gold’ - Boromir: ‘They combed his long dark hair and arrayed it upon his shoulders’ (TTT) - The Rohirrim: ‘Their hair, flaxen-pale, flowed under their light helms, and streamed in long braids behind them’; ‘Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?’; ‘Their golden hair was braided on their shoulders’ (TTT) - Eorl the Young: ‘His yellow hair was flying in the wind’ (TTT) - Théoden: ‘His white hair was long and thick and fell in great braids’ (TTT); ‘The hair that flowed beneath his high helm was like snow’ (ROTK) - Men from the South: ‘They have black eyes, and long black hair’; ‘His black plaits of hair braided with gold were drenched with blood’ (TTT) - Faramir and Éowyn: ‘And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air’ (ROTK); this would only be possible if Faramir also had long hair - Túrin: ‘For his garb was of the wild woods and his hair was long’ (The Book of Lost Tales)

What about Maiar?

- Gandalf is described as follows: ‘His long white hair, his sweeping silver beard, and his broad shoulders, made him look like some wise king of ancient legend’ (FOTR); ‘His snowy hair flew free in the wind’ (TTT) - Even the Balrog is described as having long hair: ‘Its streaming hair seemed to catch fire, and the sword that it held turned to flame’ (The Return of the Shadow)

Interestingly, I only found a few instances of characters cutting their hair short, and all of them are women:

- Lúthien cuts her hair in The Silmarillion, although it does not say how short, but in The Lays of Beleriand, it says she ‘cut the hair about her ears, and close she cropped it to her head’ - Vána cuts her hair too in The Book of Lost Tales: ‘There follows an account of how Vána...cut short her golden hair and gave it to the Gods, and from her hair they wove sails and ropes’ - In The War of the Ring, Éowyn is described with shorn hair when she goes to war, although this was changed in the final version of ROTK: ‘In the passage that follows, Éowyn’s hair is described as shorn upon her neck’

In conclusion, long hair is clearly the norm in Tolkien’s books. No Elf is ever described as having short hair apart from Lúthien, and no mortal is ever described as having short hair except for Éowyn in the rejected draft. If anyone should have short hair, it’s certain female characters, not male Elves. Fight me!

#tolkien #silmarillion #lotr #my writing #long hair #yes I did in fact do a word search for ''hair'' in a digital copy of LOTR #and looked at all the iterations of it #and then I did a word seach for ''hair'' in a digital copy of all the volumes of HoMe... and there were over 400 mentions #and I looked at all of them #fuck Amazon #and their stupid modern gender-normative aesthetics

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tailoroffates · 8 months

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Writing tips #4 - Hair

Hey everyone! I'm here to do yet another segment of Writing Tips! Today we are going to cover the many options writers can use to describe the hairstyles of their OCs. Without further adieu, let's talk hair :P

Hair

Billowing, cut, dreads, fuzz, locks, mane, mop, strands, tendrils, tresses, tufts, wisps, wispy.

Color

Amber, ash-blonde, auburn, black, bleached, blond, bronze, brunette, chestnut, coal black, copper, dark, dirty blonde, fair, fake, fiery red, flaxen, frosted, golden, gray, highlighted, jet black, light, pale, platinum, raven, red, russet, sandy blonde, silver, silvery, snowy white, straw, strawberry blonde, streaked, tawny, towheaded, washed out, white, yellow.

Condition

Bouncy, clean, coarse, dingy, drab, dry, dull, fine, flaky, flowing, fluffy, flyaway, frizzy, glistening, glossy, grimy, groomed, messy, neat, oily, puffy, raggedy, ratty, shaggy, shiny, silky, sleek, smooth, soft, springy, straggly, straw-like, stringy, tangled, thick, thin, tidy, trimmed, wiry, unkempt.

Length

Buzzed, chin-length, cropped, long, mid-length, receding, shaved, short, shoulder-length, waist-length.

Style

Afro, bangs, bobbed, bowl cut, braided, bun, buzz, cowlick, crimped, curled, curly, feathered, flattop, gelled, kinky, knotted, layered, nappy, mohawk, permed, pigtail, pinned, pleated, ponytail, ringlets, side swept, shaved, slicked, spiked, stiff, straight, teased, tussled, twisted, uneven, wavy.

#writing help #writing tips #writing advice #amwriting #writeblr #writerslife #creative writing #writing #TOF #writing community #writing inspiration #writers life #writers block

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fakesimp · 1 year

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The Sorcerer or The Demon?

Warning !

Fluff ; Slight Nsfw ; First Meeting ; Shu and Vox fighting over you ; Vox is Shu' Shikigami ; Unestablished Poly Relationship ( For now )

Everything that's going on in the fic are at the past time line not modern time line

A/n !

No because I've seen too much fanarts of Shu and Vox together because of their new outfits (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

I can't help it -

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Save me,

Help me,

Anyone, please-!

. . .

"My my.. look at what we have here.."

"Now now, You're scaring her."

. . .

You shot your head up to see 2 silhouettes at the roof, the moon shines behind them, beautiful sight, but also making you stunned at the spot, breathing heavily from running for like a good while.

You lost your balance and fell on your knees, you noticed how mythical their clothing are. They're definitely not humans, your body shivers from the cold air.

It is snowing after all.

"...help me.." you whispered, your throat are hoarse, the cold is slowly killing you. Your eyes started to get blurry, and the next second you heard multiple footsteps coming from where you were running from, you turn your head immediately to see the light from a far, the light from the hunter's torches. Your eyes widen up in fear once more, you tried to stand up but your legs betrayed you.

They're completely glued into the snow, you then heard the hunters yell from a far, "THERE THEY ARE!" you look at where the voice was coming from, terrified. You ended up crawling away due to your legs not functioning properly,

And then you heard a low chuckle.

"...Ah, poor you, human.. do you want help, hm?" His low voice rings through your ear, and within a blink a man with black and red kimono, accompanied with a red haori appeared right before you, his Golden eyes stared right into yours.

Your eyed slowly look up at the very appealing, 2 pair of horns on his forehead. He's not a human. You don't know if you should be scared of him or the hunters behind you that's coming at you, you moved yourself a back a bit, away from the demon.

The Demon narrowed his eyes, the smirk on his face didn't falter though.

He's a demon, and how is there a demon that's literally this attractive??? You immediately shook your head at the thought, and then you heard something landed behind you.

A long Raven, purple haired male, appeared, his back is facing you, but you can see some, little floating papers around him and a floating purple orb on his right shoulder, he turn his head and look at you over his shoulder, his violet eyes stared right into yours.

Before you could say anything, you felt a sudden force under your knee and your back, and you're no longer at the snowy ground, instead you're now in someone's arms. Or to be precise, you're in the demon's arms.

"Shh.. rest now, human. Do not fret. You're safe." His low husky voice whispered to you, as if you're enchanted, you slowly drifted off in his arms. But before you entirely passed out, you heard another voice,

"Now shall we finish this?"

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Warm.

You heard fire crackling near you, you slowly opened your eyes, to see unfamiliar room. You rise up from the futon, blinking confusedly at the sight of the unfamiliar room. You looked around and saw the small fire place near you, your eyes soften a bit as you stare at the fire.

But soon your head immediately went to the sliding door, and you saw the familiar silhouette, there's, 2 flying human like papers? Oh it's him. The male who have a beautiful pair of violet eyes. The next second you see the silhouette moved, the male looked over to the side, and then another silhouette joins, it's The Demon.

They're whispering something, but you couldn't make out what they're saying, that is until the sliding paper door opened up. You jolted and pulled up the blanket up all the way covering half of your face, "Oh look our little friend have gained consciousness." Said the demon as his golden eyes pierced into yours, he's smiling though.

Now you wonder if you should trust The Demon or not,

You flinched when the demon crouched down in front of you, his hand stretched out towards you, you hesitantly lower the blanket as you stare at his hand then his face. "Still scared?" He asked in his husky voice, while the raven haired male stared at you as he leaned against the sliding door frame. He smiled, the way he smiled is rather, unique..

You blinked at The Demon and The Sorcerer, that seems like a sorcerer? Perhaps? He seems like one from how there's floating human like papers and that floating orb on his right shoulder.

"I mean, you are, scaring them Vox" The Raven said, making The Demon turn his head at him and scoffed, "If i am, then how about you try talking to them hm?" The Demon stood up and moved away, letting The Sorcerer took his previous position, he slowly crouched down in front of you. His eyes seems gentle,

"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere else? I've used a bit of sorcery to heal up some injuries you got" The Raven said as he points around your body, you then look down to see yourself, he is indeed telling the truth, some wounds are no longer there.

"..I, I'm okay... Thank you" You hesitantly thanked him, The Sorcerer smiled wider at you speaking, he glanced at The Demon and smirked a bit before looking back at you, "You seemed to be involved in a, quite unfortunate event back then. Mind to tell us what happened?" He asked as he look over at the flying paper figure, you believed they were called as, Shikigami.

The papers the flies over to the sliding doors and closed them, before going back to the sorcerer again, your attention was on the papers, you didn't realize that you've been watched by these two men.

"Are you interested in shikigamis?" The Sorcerer asked as he then reach out his hand towards you, and soon after one of the shikigamis flies to his palm, and float right above his palm.

The way you owlishly stared at the paper figure in silence, amuse the two men. The Demon soon sat down not too far from you, resting his elbows on the window as he stared at you. "You're an odd one, but I suppose, you are also an interesting human." Said The Demon, "Seriously Vox, if you want to flirt, flirt later" The Sorcerer replied and let out a chuckle.

You stared at the men in silence, watching them throwing insult at each other in a, unique way. Your mind is now traveling else where, now you're questioning why are you here. Are you going to be eaten alive by The Demon? Or are you going to be experimented on by The Sorcerer? Questions one after another start flooding in.

"Human." The demon, called by The Sorcerer as 'Vox' looked at you, eyes examining you. "You need to explain yourself or else things won't go well for you" he continued and within a blink his face is so close with yours, his hands under your chin forcing you to look up into his golden eyes.

The Sorcerer could only sighed and shook his head as he watched 'Vox' doing his thing, your body trembled as your eyes stared into his. "..Well? Go on, explain your situation, human."

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You don't know how long it has been, but you've explained your situation on why you're getting chased by those hunters in the middle of the cold night.

"I see.." The Sorcerer said as he put his hand on his chin, nodding his head, "..So you're saying you get yourself, involved in a quite, sticky situation." He continued and his violet eyes that was closed are slowly opened revealing his violet eyes.

"My name is Shu Yamino, apologies for the late introduction" The Sorcerer finally introduced himself, "And that Demon right there, is Vox Akuma" he continued as he point at The Demon.

"Shu.. Yamino.. Vox.. Akuma..?" You repeated their names, but somehow it doesn't sit well on your tongue. "Vox.. is a Demon.. and you are.. a, Sorcerer, right..?" You look at Vox first then Shu, The Sorcerer nod his head, smiling. "That's right." He then stood up from the floor, he looked at the sliding door, and within a blink there's one of the Shikigamis in between his index and middle finger, and a purple combined with pink colored fire appeared right behind his shoulders. Vox immediately stood before you, his golden eyes glowed and he sighed out a mist from his mouth. You can hear him let out a low growl as he glare at the door,

"Looks like we got some uninvited guests"

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I am splitting this into parts... Though, reblogs are appreciated,

||-> Part II

A/n !

I just wanna see those, comments in the reblogs of yours fufu~

Also make this reach 200 notes. And I'll upload the next part (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ good luck~

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