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dewedup · 8 months

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Long time reader, first time requester 👋

³²⁾ “people who’re just friends don’t do shit like this, and you know it.” with Cirrus and Cumulus, please?

- @ghouletteanon

hi!!! thank you for the lovely prompt! i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it 🖤

the working title for this is “3 times swiss thinks the breeze babes are mates and 1 time he’s actually right”

³²⁾ “people who’re just friends don’t do shit like this, and you know it.”

breeze babes, swiss is determined, the ghoulettes will fuck anywhere

Cumulus runs her hands through her hair, claws falling down to her neck and trailing down to her naked chest. She grasps tightly to her breasts, pinching and pulling her soft pink nipples as she moans deliciously. Her hips cant forward as she finds the perfect spot, putting more weight on her lower half as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

The sound of the door slamming open startles her, jumping slightly as she turns to glare at the intruder.

“Where is it?” Swiss hisses from where he pokes his head in the door, eyes narrowed and roaming over Cumulus’ neck. She doesn’t even bother covering her chest, just sighs, tits bouncing lightly as the person she’s resting on starts struggling.

Cirrus finally maneuvers enough to stick her head out, gasping deep breaths of air as Swiss continues to look for something.

“Where’s what?” Cirrus asks breathlessly, irritation lacing her tone as she tries to raise her head to peak over Cumulus’ thigh.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Cumulus scolds, weaving her hands in Cirrus’ hair and forcing her face back to her pussy, lifting slightly and then dropping back down to continue sitting on her face until she blacks out. Unless Cirrus can make her come before that happens, but the interruption doesn’t bode well for the ghoulette face deep in Cumulus’ cunt.

“You’re mating mark, I just know you guys are hiding it I can practically feel it.” Swiss whines from the door.

"We're just friends Swissy," Cumulus tosses out, trying to focus on the tongue picking her apart down below.

"People who're just friends don't do shit like this, and you know it!" Swiss challenges, eyes roaming Cumulus’ neck one last time before he pouts and leaves.

“You’ve got your work cut out for you, doll,” Cumulus sighs, raising her fingers up and starting to circle her breasts again, trying to give the ghoulette a helping hand.

Cumulus kneels at the end of the couch, tongue diving into the asshole in front of her as she hums encouragingly. Cirrus whines from where she’s bent over the armrest, a fist deep in her cunt as she cries out unintelligibly. They’d barely made it into the green room after the show before Cumulus had bent Cirrus over and started having her way with her. The other ghouls were still doing the post-show bow, but Cirrus was so dripping wet after staring at Cumulus all show she couldn’t fathom trying to keep it together before the fans without the security of her higher stage and keyboard to hide behind.

“So wet for Mommy,” Cumulus pulls back to praise her ghoulette, rubbing a hand fondly over Cirrus’ spine as the other continues to pump wrist-deep into her soaking pussy. Cirrus babbles, craning her chin over her shoulder to look back at Cumulus with hazy eyes, pupils blown.

A commotion from the hallway breaks their eye contact, both ghoulettes turning to look as the handle of the door they forgot to lock turns and soon the remaining members of the band are walking into the room, pausing as soon as they see the scene before them.

“Shit sorry,” Rain mutters, covering his eyes and turning around to push Aurora and Phantom out of the room with him, Phantom stands on his tip toes, trying to peak around the water ghoul at the display before him but is instantly reprimanded with a smack to the head from Aurora.

“Looking for an extra pair of hands ladies?” Dew smirks, flicking his tongue out and wiggling his fingers to show them the goods. Cirrus, even with a fist deep in her cunt, somehow manages to roll her eyes at the offer. Dew takes the rejection in stride, letting Mountain grab his arm and lead him from the room. The last ghoul standing is Swiss, and he doesn’t seem phased by the intimate setting at all, stepping a little closer to examine Cirrus’ exposed back, likely checking her spine for any hint of a mating mark.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asks as he shakes his head, turning around and slamming the door shut behind him. The ghoulettes share a giggle, before Cumulus’ smirk turns sinister, doubling down on her efforts before they were so rudely interrupted.

Cumulus giggles as Circus boops her on the nose, leaving a flour fingerprint in her wake. They finish cleaning the spilled batter from filling the pan and check on the cake in the oven, seeing it was close to being done. Cumulus places the dirty bowl in the sink and grabs the silicone rolling pin, running it under the water and washing the residue from their cake making.

“Lussy, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Cirrus purrs, sliding up behind Cumulus and reaching around to grab a handful of her breasts in either hand. Cumulus groans, pushing back into the lean body behind her, eyeing the rolling pin in her hands with a contemplative look.

“I think you should hop up on the counter,” Cumulus singsongs, making sure to run the pin under the water one last time. Cirrus presses a quick kiss to her cheek before spinning around, pulling her underwear down from underneath her skirt and hopping up onto the counter.

Cumulus saunters forward, testing the weight of the rolling pin as she tosses it from hand to hand, looking at Cirrus from under her lashes.

“Absolutely the fuck not,” Swiss states as he enters the kitchen, eyeing both the ghoulettes warily. “This is the kitchen, a shared eating space.” He implores, eyes briefly trailing Cirrus’ legs but the frustrated look on his face shows that he can’t see what he’s looking for.

“Oh Swissy, don’t ruin the fun.” Cumulus pouts, hand moving provocatively up and down the rolling pin as she smiles sensually at him. He visibly deflates before turning and making his way down the hallway.

“Your cakes burning,” Swiss calls over his shoulder.

Swiss sighs as he makes his way to his room, the day weighing heavy on his shoulders, looking forward to a nice, relaxing evening. He pauses at his door, cocking his head to the side as he thinks he hears something, but can’t place what it is. He waits a second, but after hearing nothing else he pushes open the door, freezing once it opens.

Cumulus lays back on the bed, a hand in her hair while the other drags down her face, mouth open ready to release another deep moan. Cirrus kneels between her legs, licking into her like it’s that only thing she was put on the earth to do. Swiss feels his cock stir slightly at the scene, but he’s just ready to curl up and go to bed.

“Why my room?” He whines, tugging at his hair in frustration as he watches the ghoulettes from the corner of his eyes, exhausted but still mildly interested.

“We h-we fuck we have a gift for you,” Cumulus grits out, legs shaking as Cirrus finally pulls back, turning to look at Swiss with a smirk, slick coating her chin as she flicks her tongue out, catching whatever she can.

“Yeah Swissy, come over here and get yourself a taste,” Cirrus beckons, sticking out a finger and curling it at him, turning to point at the wet cunt before her.

You can say no, you don’t have to do this, just go sleep in-ah fuck it, Swiss thinks, cracking his neck and pacing towards the bed, the ghoulettes eyes burning holes through him as he kneels down to pray to Cumulus’ pussy.

“Satan help me,” he mumbles, already knowing he’s going to need a second, third, and fourth wind to keep up with them both. As he pushes closer something catches his eye and he freezes. He stares openly at Cumulus’ skin, rearing his head back like the information needs more room for him to take in.

“He got it?” Cumulus calls from the head of the bed, boredom lacing her tone as she reaches down to start idly playing with her clit, waiting for further stimulation from her partners.

“Oh, he got it,” Cirrus confirms, grinning wickedly as she sees the multi ghouls train of thought speeding behind his eyes.

“You mean… You mean I was actually right?” Swiss asks in disbelief, eyes widening before they narrow to tiny slits, pushing his face up against Cumulus’ wet cunt, staring at the marred skin at the apex of her thighs.

“Been mated for years, we assumed it was just common knowledge, but I suppose we never really confirmed it. It became a game when you started asking, but short attention spans, we got bored of it. Thought this would be more fun.” Cirrus answers, crossing her arms over her chest as she shrugs at the ghoul before her.

#breeze babes #i couldn't find a ship name for cirrus and cumulus so the air girlies get this one #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #the band ghost ficlet #fic prompt #gloom writes #ghouletteanon #thank you for the request!!!#gloom answers

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12am-motivation · 2 years

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beach barb

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#more like beach babe am i right—#thank you for your request!#a barb #barbatos #バルバトス #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #おべいみー #mo's doodles #my art

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punk-in-docs · 2 years

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Hi love! I’m not sure if I requested this here or not (so if I did please ignore this and know I’m terribly sorry for asking again, I have a garbage memory) but if I didn’t, can I request an Eddie x reader fic where they’ve been in an established relationship (maybe like a year or 2). How do you think they would celebrate their anniversary? Like how do you think Eddie would be in particular, cuz I can see that lovable goofball being an anxious mess because he wants to do so much. But I’m interested to see what you think would happen in this sort of scenario, cuz you write Eddie so damn good ;)

Ok ok hear me out on this one cause I can so picture something: and it goes a little like this-

🍁love is kinda crazy with a spooky little boy like you🍁

Eddie yowled in front of you like a startled cat. You’d swear if he could, he’d raise his spiky hackles on end.

Does that thing with his arms, where he goes all shrivelled and squirrely. Mouth wide and shaped like a kidney bean as he shrieks.

Bravely though, batting the stuffed clowns cackling head, that just sprang out the shredded walls at you.

You’re lost wandering deep within the twisted seedy belly of the haunted house maze.

He punched his fist into the soft squish of the dummies head. Tufts of coarse blueberry coloured hair. Bulging chilli red eyes popping out at the pair of you. Grin all macabre on its stupid rubbery painted face.

He hates clowns. Doesn’t even like the one in that Bowie video.

“Fucker.” He hissed as he swiped at it again. Heart racing hummingbird fast in his throat.

Crushed his metal rings into it again, just because. Grits his teeth. He’s on edge.

Why did he agree to this scare jumping, spine chilling fuckery again-

Cause it’s stupid and fun. Get in the Halloween spirit. You’d said.

Then gave him a deep, beautiful kiss that was all toffee apple and pink pink cotton candy. Your tongue furred with sugar and, damn, how he suddenly forgot why he was ever mad. Haunted what? Scared, who?

“I do not like this.” He tells you.

Kept telling you, actually. His eyes go darting around corners. Gaze scanning ahead like you were tiptoeing enemies in a live war-zone.

“You’ve said that already.”

“And you apparently didn’t want to listen. So I’ll say it, once more, with feeling- I DON’T like this.” He repeats. Voice rising to a pitchy squeak.

He jiggles on the spot. Cagey. Jesus H Christ.

“Never again. I promise.” You smooth a hand to his chest and pat him on his Judas Priest shirt. Leaves warmth where you touch him that he’s too scared to enjoy right now.

“I mean what’s so wrong with the fucking bumper cars, honey? They don’t have dead fake mangled things everywhere with stuff popping out the walls- shit.”

He backs away sidewards, whimpers, edges away sudden, the wall next to him is broken wood slats and nails, with stubby zombie hands now poking through. Black rotting nails all split, half eaten flesh all green, yellow dirty bones exposed. Grunts of the undead leak through from the other side. Searching for your living juicy meat.

“I ain’t got any brains for you to eat. Morons. Go swivel.” He defends. It makes you smile.

“You like horror movies, Eddie, I thought you’d find it cool.” You try to offer in your own defence for getting you both in here.

His hand squeezes yours. Tight. Clammy with sweat.

“You can turn a movie off. Princess. You can press pause or take the video out, leave the room. It’s a small screen you can manage. I didn’t say ‘yeah sure, honey, drop me onto the fucking set of Night of the living dead. I don’t mind’.” He snaps quickly in parody. He doesn’t mean it nastily.

Despite everything, you can’t help it. You chuckle. He looks at you with a very specific look in his eyes.

You feel his hands grip for your hips in your pretty dress. He comes up right close behind you. You feel his hair brushing dry at the back of your neck. His lips skate against the crown of your head.

“Oh you’re so in for it if we make it out of here alive.”

“Theres optimism.” You rib at him. Reaching back to cup your hand over his cheekbone.

“Vamonos.” He encourages. Sneaking down and patting your ass softly.

You pass along a section of hallway where the lights blink, maniacal Vincent Price-esque laughs bubble up all around you. Rolling through the maze and snatching at your running heels.

Ghosts in jangling dragging chains with arms outstretched. Apple green eyes glowing under the white sheet. Groans and wails. The lilac purple gothic room full of creepy eyeless dolls, a chirpy lullaby from a demented music box tinkling away.

‘Help’ crudely scrawled on the walls in sticky fingertip blood, hand smears too, in the mouldy white tiles of the crazy surgeons dungeon. Screams pierce. Fake amputated limbs scattered across the operating table. Blood tinged saws and knives.

Now. He goes into his famous Munson defence mode. Scurrying along and keeping you pulled behind him. Arms braced out with you bracketed between them. Pulling you into his back and offering his own front as your shield.

The Dio vested Knight he was, all chivalry and manners, putting himself at risk for love of you. His maiden. His one. Maid Marian to his Robin Hood. Or more likely, as he liked to think of it, Marianne Faithfull to his Mick Jagger. Much cooler.

You looped your fingers through his. Pulling him back to your side.

“Don’t worry. I’ll always protect you, big boy.” You wink at him. Makes his heart squeeze and flash faster when you do that. You lean in and nuzzle a kiss onto his jaw.

He pulls you in closer. Your chest brushing into his. A twitchy sort of frenzy on his face.

“I just want you to know. If we weren’t in this hellscape. I would be making out with you so hard right now.”

“Noted.” You beam. Pulling him along again, shadows roll and flick over a movement down the corridor in your peripheral. You strong arm him away before the chain saw guy with the peeling rubber face and “human skin” mask could catch you.

That split cherry soft of your grin. He’s so soft for it. Lips pink from that watermelon balm you use that he never lets linger for too long. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like the silky taste.

You laugh and shriek when a guy in a skeleton costume, comes bursting cunningly out the slanted shadows of a corner.

“Leaving so soon?” He snarls.

“Eat shit, bonehead.” Eddie fairly screeches, and tugs you along with him. Body blocking you. Reeling you along to, hopefully, the fucking exit of this creepy hell hole.

Halle-fucking-lujah. It’s up ahead on the right. The lovely big green arrows pointing to the exit. Salvation. Freedom.

He yanks on your wrist and you run full speed towards it. Ghoul hands painted blue make one last attempt to rip at your clothes. Eddie bats them away.

Not today fuckers. Me and my lady getting out of here-

It’s definitely a relief when you come to the cooling wash of night air outside. It was stuffy inside. The cramped space choking with the smell of warm tacky plastic, and stale air lining the horror laden walls. The night air is so thick and blue out here you could drink it. Sticky opium of a bruising fall night.

The air is throbbing deep with autumnal scents. Warm bubbling cider. Fried funnel cakes. Buttery caramel popcorn and soft pretzels studded with salt. That definable gooey orange scent that comes gouged out the insides of pumpkins, pitted with seeds.

The wind isn’t threaded with a biting cold yet, but it promises too, as the treacly night drags on. Leaves, the colour of gold and apricot, crunch and snap under your feet.

Your favourite time of year. The best. The slice of the cold that has you reaching for chunky sweaters. Cold knifing rain on grey dour windows and gloomy days. Splashing your boots into autumn puddles mucked with leaves.

Horror movies, carving pumpkins, and baking orange and black sprinkle cookies with Eddie in the trailer.

He always went full tilt overkill and added way way too many sprinkles. More sprinkles than cookie, really. Lacing the place with the scents of sugar and vanilla dough. And home. Sitting out on the porch with a warm cider in your hands chatting to Wayne as he smokes. Laughing at Eddie whining about washing the dishes- getting excited that the cookies were rising too.

Eddie takes a deep breath. Scanning up at the haunted house maze you’d just stumbled through. His hand still very much clutched on yours. He meant what he said. He’d never let go. Eddie keeps his word.

Although the truth be told, he made you promise you wouldn’t let his hand go the second you stepped inside that maze.

You hadn’t let go of this hand for two years. You weren’t planning to start now.

And yes, the full fact of being here again is crashing into your gut. Making you all mushy swooning and sentimental. It was your tradition after all-

“Come on. Handsome. Let’s go. I’ll buy you a corn dog as a reward for being so tough back in there. Protecting me.” You nudge his arm to bring him in.

He steps towards you and curls you into them. Rubbing his arms along your sides. Looping hands around the back of your waist. He doesn’t say anything but he’s definitely smiling down at you. His belly pressed to you. Tilts his head. Pensive look on his face.

You’re touching in so many places. All tangled and wrapped up in leather and denim like you usually are around him.

“What is it?” You ask him. Scanning that maniacal face and those deep puddles of oozing chocolate eyes for an answer.

“It’s been two years. To the exact day.” He says softly. His thumbs smoothing over the backs of your hips.

You smile at his recounting it. “Believe me. Munson. I remember.”

“We were arguing. On top of that very Ferris wheel. Two years ago. When I first asked you out.” He points behind your hip with his finger.

Up towards the huge circular ride studded with yellow and red bulbs all the way around. A huge golden eye of dragging slow metal brushed against the navy sky.

“I was winning the argument by the way.”

“You always do. Cause I’m such a peach. I let you.” He winks. Grins all big. Shiny teeth.

Mainly he loses cause he just skips up to you like a jester, spins you around, and kisses you until you’re smiling again.

“…And it was the fourth time you asked me out. To which I finally relented, and said yes. Only if I can pick the movie and we can get cotton candy afterwards.” You beamed.

“You didn’t tell me you very vehemently hated heights.” He teased.

“I went on that ride for the excuse of being sat next to you for ten minutes, you dope.” You tell him.

It rips a chuckle out that pillowy lovely mouth. You slip your arms around the back of his neck. Sway into him. Narrow your eyes when he laughed.

“It worked. I got to kiss you and I got a date. Even if you did break all the bones in my hand you squeezed it so hard.” He recalled. He had blue knuckles for three weeks. Swollen sore. He couldn’t play guitar for a month.

He drags one curled knuckle over your cheek. Those eyes of yours he loves - the eyes he’s a servant too - are brimming golden, bursting with the fairground lights glimmering all around you. Threaded chilli red in your hair too.

“And you bought me the most huge pink cotton candy I’d ever seen.”

“Shaped like a fucking heart.” He smiled.“You feral little thing. Ate it all in ten minutes.”

“You helped.” You pointed out.

He leaned in and brushed his nose across your cheek. Into the nest of your hair. Kisses your jaw. You chuckled and slipped your arm up his back.

“Kissed most of it off your lips.” He remembers in a soft mumble, with a waggle of those brows. Lips planted against your cheek. Tone dipping naughtily into flirt.

Kissed and kissed until the sugar made him feel sick. Now he knew what the term lovesick meant. His metal and thorn wrapped rocker heart you had cupped safely in your hands. He’d never have it any other way.

You yank your hand into the back of his wild hair. Hold him still as you devour his lips with yours. Taste the Marlboro smoke that lived at a permanent address on his tongue. Pipped with the sweet toffee from the apple you’d both pecked at earlier. He’d kissed and bitten his pieces of apple right out your offered mouth.

Tasty as fuck, he’d said. He hadn’t even meant the apple.

He moans and you feel it shoot and slice to your belly. Gut punch love. His moans- they are better than music.

He cups you and keeps you yanked firm against his front as he kisses you back. Sneaks his tongue into your mouth, and the way it brushes yours makes your knees whirl all useless.

Damn his tongue should be criminal to be that good-

You don’t care that crowds of people are cutting around where you’re making out with your boyfriend. It was a carnival. High schoolers were dating and kissing horny all over the damn place.

What was one more star studded couple with hearts lodged in their eyes?

You cross your arms around the back of his neck. He tips into you. Skims his big warm hands up the backs of your smooth thighs. Resists cupping your ass in public- he should really get a medal for that. C’mon-

When you pull back, he chases after your mouth. Greedy and always so. Not ready for it to be over yet. He’s never ready to stop kissing you.

“Kettle corn. A pink lemonade. And a corn dog. Final offer.” You smile at him. An effective bargaining chip you kept in your pocket. Plying him with food as persuasion.

The way into Eddie Munson’s heart was occasionally via a funky reroute to his stomach.

You’re shameless and it works.

“Sold.” He grins. Enjoying the hell out of the way your tits are crushed to his chest right now.

“…Then the Ferris Wheel, honey.” He smirks with a pure maniacal grin of evil. “You can break my fingers again. I’ll let you.”

“This is you getting your own back for the haunted maze isn’t it.” You wilfully decide. That stubborn jut of your chin. Unimpressed eyes scratching daggers at him.

“My hand hasn’t left yours for two years. Sweet cheeks. Not gonna start now.” He beams.

He loops an arm over your shoulder. Steers you towards the corn dog stand. You tangle your steps alongside his. Slide your arm across his trim waist. His leather arm cold around your shoulder.

“Then after the food and the Ferris wheel. I’m gonna take you back to the van. And do filthy filthy things to you, whilst the firework show bursts across the sky.” The way his lips brush the shell of your ear makes your thighs wobble and shoot with sensation.

“Filthy you say?” You ask with hot blood gathering up in your cheeks. Gold lights bloom in his dark eyes like round petals. Dazzling.

“Yep.” He pops the p.

“Gonna lick you real slow. Make you yelp. Then just gonna slide my tongue right in, far as I can, I’m not gonna be stopping until you melt. Right into my mouth.” He decides with a playful little kiss to your jaw.

Goddamn it this boy knows how to make your pussy throb and clench.

“Is this all part of your grand revenge plan?” You seek.

“No. Baby. Just a damn good way to spend a Friday night with my favourite chick.”

Your heart is all melty. Slipping down the insides of your butter soft ribs. You do so love this man with every single tiny atom of your being.

“I thought your guitar was your favourite chick?” You play.

He grins. Chucked all sweet. “Nah. You feed me. You win hands down babe.”

Tagging some Munson babes; @indouloureux @youaremyfamiliar @fujiihime @groupie-love-71 @stiegasaw @thelyingpierrot @munsonquinns @captain-tch @ramona-thorns @starbxcks @morganamoonstone

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feyhunter78 · 11 months

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Hello bestie, Elrond request delivery service!!

Female reader x Elrond.

Reader has been kidnapped by another king who wants her for his wife but she’s already married to Elrond so our beautiful little elf comes to her rescue and they get all fluffy with each other after he finds her and takes her back to Rivendell so he can treat her for her wounds she has received ❤️🥰

Bestie!!! So I mixed your request with one I got for protective Elrond Hcs! I thought they kinda ran along the same vein! I hope you like it!!!!

Protective Prince

Elrond as we know him in TROP is not a fighter, of course in the later series we know he can fight, but he is still heart of hearts a diplomat. That being said, our boy can throw down if need be. Y’all remember that show of strength in the mines???? Crushing rocks with that hammer, not even breaking a sweat?? OOF that did something to me fr fr, anywayss let’s get to the headcannons:

Elrond is very protective of those he loves, but he goes about it in a more subtle way, usually.

He is quick to defend you verbally *see sfw alphabet* and never loses an argument. If anyone speaks badly about you, he can and will ruin their life. After he tries the civil route first, of course.

I see Elrond as someone who:

Makes sure doors don’t hit your shoulder when you’re rushing to get through them,

Always gets off his horse first in order to help you off yours,

Always drinks a little less than you to make sure you get home safely,

Put himself between you and any assumed threats,

Encourages you to learn to defend yourself,

Keeps track of people who talk badly about you and ensure you don’t run into them,

And like a million other little things! If we get battle scenes in the next season then I’ll definitely do an updated one of these with that knowledge in mind, but I feel like all in all, Elrond’s way of being protective is being proactive.

Now to a little blurb about sweet Elrond:

Truly you believed these types of things only happened in children’s tales, a beautiful maiden kidnapped by a loathsome king who desires her as a bride, and yet there you were. Tied up in a dungeon while a man you had meet briefly monologued on and on about how you were destined to be together, you just did not yet understand that.

“I am married, I cannot, and will not, marry another.” You told your captor once more, bracing yourself when his bejeweled hand drew back, the skin of your cheek already torn open and bloodied from his strikes.

He did not wish to hear that your heart belonged to another, but you would not cease. You had spent a century with Elrond, not a mere moment that could be so easily forgotten.

A surprised grunt and the heavy thud of flesh hitting stone bid you to open your eyes, and before you stood Galadriel, sword in hand, and Elrond who rushed to untie you.

“Y/N are you well, did he harm you?” He asked, gently caressing the irritated skin of your wrists.

“She is bleeding, clearly, he has injured her. Cowardice thrives in men like him.” Galadriel seethed, cleaning her blade with the cloak of your deceased captor. “Those who would harm the helpless, who would steal a woman from her home.”

You stood on shaky legs, leaning on your husband for support. He handed you lembas urging you to eat it as he and Galadriel led you out into the sunlight.

Now you sat in your quarters, strength partly regained thanks to the provisions your husband had provided during your journey back. Elrond bustled around the room, pulling out your favorite nightdress and beginning to run a bath for you as the healers finished dressing your wounds. Once they left, Elrond kept moving about the room, the anxiousness rolling off him in waves.

You held your hand out to him, and he took it, pressing his lips to your palm reverently. “My starlight I was so worried, my heart would not still, my mind would not rest, day and night I agonized over your fate, forgive me for not coming sooner, the High-King—”

“Elrond.” You stopped him gently, his oakwood eyes settling on you, the skin underneath them wan and purple with fatigue. “All is well, there is nothing to forgive, you came for me and that is what matters.”

He pressed your hand to his cheek, taking your other hand and placing it over his heart. “I will always come for you, there is no force in this world that would keep me from you. No distance, or peril, no storm or foe, that could hinder me not when you, my starlight, my love, my life, are waiting for me.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you smiled at him, your fear had vanished the moment you saw him in the dungeon. The sun at his back, his cloak already in hand, being wrapped around you. The way he whispered your name and held you with such gentleness. If the fairy tales were true, then your husband was a prince of legend, and you, his beloved princess. “I will always wait for you, you are my love, my husband, my protector, no god or king could hold my heart as you do.”

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace

#meg's writing #elrond x reader #elrond peredhel #young elrond #elrond rop #rop elrond #trop fic #elrond x y/n #elrond x you #thanks for the request!#meg talks with the rop babes #elrond headcanons #young!elrond #young elrond fanfic

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monwillica · 3 months

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@forcebookish not sure what formal event they're at but i imagine someone is trying to make a speech

#valentines sketch requests #forcebook #topmew #i have only seen a boss and a babe so idk if this is in character but it's mew bc he has glasses ok #i love them tho enchante is next on my watchlist #i adored this prompt i had SO much fun with this drawing thank you!! I love a sweet little character moment

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arnold-layne · 2 years

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Collage Slaxl pleaseeee

here you go babygirl <3

“So how was the exa-“ Slash began as Axl walked into the room. The loud door slam already told him everything he needed to know, but Axl looked like he had a lot to say in addition to that, and did not linger to do so.

“This dick! This asshole! This bastard!” Books flew from the table at a wave of a hand. Slash stepped aside so the hard covers wouldn’t hit him on the foot. Paper flew all over the room.

“Hey, those are expensive,” he said.

“So what?” Axl grumbled, “I was just gonna set that motherfucker’s book on fire anyway.”

“It would hurt him more if you sold it. He won’t get no money from someone buying a new one.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. No, no, imagine what he said! ‘Mr. Rose, you don’t appear to take the subject seriously’! If I didn’t take it seriously, I wouldn’t have come to the goddamn exam!”

“Why’d he say that?”

“Because he expected everyone to arrive in fucking suits, I suppose. Imagine being so insecure that your ego gets hurt when a student wears jeans to your exam!”

“I don’t think he’s insecure,” Slash picked up a textbook, flattened out its pages and put it back on the table. “I think he’s a self-centered arrogant dickhead who thinks that everyone should do what he wants.”

“Thanks for the psychoanalysis, Mr. Freud,” Axl rolled his eyes and plopped onto a chair. “We got any beer?”

“In the fridge. So when’s the retake?”

“What retake?” Axl kicked the fridge open, pulled out a bottle of beer and cracked it open right on the fridge door.

“Of the exam.” Slash raised his eyebrows. “Don’t just tell me you stormed out the room without learning when the retake is.”

“Why would I? I got an A.”

Slash frowned. “What?”

“Are you deaf? I got an A. I don’t need to retake the exam.” Axl sipped his beer, openly enjoying the transformation of Slash’s face from confused to angry.

“Then what the fuck was all this about?!” Slash pointed at the books on the floor. “The door-slamming, the screaming?”

“He didn’t like my hair!” Axl murmured defensively. Slash picked up a book and threw it at him. He missed, but Axl had to jump to the side and spilled beer all over his shirt. “Is that what I get instead of a congratulation?! This is my favourite tee!”

“It’ll wash off.” Slash waved his hand. “You really gotta reconsider your priorities, Rose.”

“He’s still an asshole,” Axl took off the t-shirt. “And so are you! Got an A, and all he does is throw books at me! I’m not appreciated in this house…” He opened a closet and dug into a pile of clean – at least Slash hoped so – t-shirts, mumbling angrily.

Slash sighed.

“Pick something nice,” he said. “Let’s go eat out, celebrate your good grade.”

Axl emerged out of the closet with a clean t-shirt in his hands. “That’s better,” he grinned.

#axl rose #slash #slaxl #i mean. theres not so much slaxl in here but still #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfiction #axl is a little bitch and he likes throwing fits but hes also a smart motherfucker and would actually do well at school if he cared enough #you cant change my mind #i didnt forget about blurb requests babes im just slow with them #and thank you for sending in so many <3 #ill get to them eventually #fanfiction #my writing

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youngpettyqueen · 8 months

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writers block is really kicking my ass rn so im just stuck swirling scenarios around in my head and daydreaming about them while staring at my notes

#fic bitching #my brain: Comrades in Arms type thing where Hawkeye's missing but this time Charles steals a Jeep and goes to find him about it #me: cool can I write it #my brain: no <3 #me: thanks babe love you #might try to hammer out one of the requests in my inbox... maybe that'll do it

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the-writing-mobster · 2 years

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Hello dear friend and author, may I request some headcanons for The Boys ™ + Frisk on a camping trip perhaps?

| Baby Face Boys & Babes HCs! | Camping Trip! 🏕️

Yessss! Thank you for the suggestion dear heart! 🫶 This was quite the hilarious scenario to imagine. Especially with all these city boys 😭

Again, if any of y'all have little head canon requests for the BF! boys, drop an ask in my inbox! Let me know if you want any for a specific character ;)

Sans: I Wasn't Built For This™

Why did he let Nick convince him this would be fun? Go camping they said. It'll be fun they said.

He refuses to sleep in a tent. He just puts the seats down in his car, all the pillows and blankets he needs, and sleeps there. He's above sleeping on the ground tbh.

“Hiking? That... That sounds exhausting. How long is the trail? FIVE MILES!? Nah. No thanks. you guys go ahead, I'll protect the site from bears or something.”

Day drinks like a mother fucker. Also is the one who usually grills the food considering he's the best cook in the group. Naps all the time.

Once he's a bit more tipsy he's a lot more open to the adventure. Found a rope swing over a lake and went for it without hesitation.

Is the only one who's actually able to start a fire. He watches Nick and Jonas try to do the stick trick and just, “Oh my God, that's so stupid. Just use a lighter. Fuck.”

Tells the best scary stories at the campfire. Leaves the others trembling all night long with his terrifying tales of torment.

Sometimes, no don't tell anyone, he'll get up on the roof of his car and just stargaze... He's glad Nick got him to come. The stars are so clear outside of the city...

Nick: The Environmentalist™

IS THAT A FUCKING BEER CAN!? ON MY HIKING TRAIL!? ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!

Always looking for the closest trash can and picking up every piece of litter he finds on the trail or near the lake.

Brings little bags with him and gives everyone some to encourage them to also pick up any litter they see.

Always taking candid videos to document their experience. Will do a David Attenborough impression while filming his friends doing stupid shit. No, it's not a good impression, it's the worst British accent you've ever heard.

If he sees a stream he WILL follow it. Even if it goes off the trail. Probably the least responsible thing he does but it's just SO FASCINATING! If he does need help, Jonas can just howl like the wolf he is until Nick makes his way back.

He loves exploring. Always climbing on rocks, and trees.

Always trying to get Sans to participate, no matter how many times Sans says no.

Talks in length about how he wants to set up an off the grid cabin and just "live off the land," in a commune or something. Always talking about how he'd start a big garden, get rain catchers, solar panels, compost toilets... If Ted Kaczynski can do it, why can't he?

"I'm sorry, the fucking Unibomber?” “He had some good points! Don't worry I would never fucking bomb anyone, he was wrong for that.”

Nick always plays the guitar at the campfire and the boys make up random songs to sing with each other, with Nick leading them like the lil lead singer that he is. :,)

Alphys: Having several regrets...

Nope. Sans is right. Sleeping in a tent sucks! Worst sleep ever. She ends up sleeping in the car with Sans.

Chokes down the bitter ass coffee they have to brew themselves to feed her ✨addiction✨

She misses takeout delivery. And video games.

IS THAT A FUCKING SPIDER!?

She absolutely REEKS of bug spray. Mosquitoes don't even go after her, but she still sprays herself down out of paranoia.

Unlike Sans, she actually tries to participate in the "fun" activities cause she doesn't want to feel left out. Is always out of breath and has to be carried by Jonas halfway through because she is literally gonna have an asthma attack. She doesn't even have asthma, but she will after this five mile hike!

Walks into several spider webs, the poor dear.

Loves the campfire and listening to Sans's stories and Nick's songs. Probably the best part of camping is that moment with everyone. She also loves s'mores :)

S'mores are definitely the best part of camping... And also the fact it makes her feel like she's in a studio ghibli movie!

Jonas : The Wilderness Explorer ™

Jonas absolutely loves camping! Being outdoors in general is his jam. Just because he's a grunge skater boy doesn't mean he's above fishing and hiking.

Always trying to impress people with survivalist shit. Can pitch a tent like no one's business and builds little shelters out of sticks, leaves and moss for fun. Still hasn't figured out how to start a fire with sticks but he's persistent.

Really enjoys the fact Sans is out of his element. Constantly making fun of him. "HAH! look at this guy, he can't even pitch a tent."

After Sans decided he was above sleeping on the ground, Jonas thought it would be really funny to tie some hammocks up in the trees. Sans wakes up to the guys sleeping in the canopy and Jonas is just gloating, “WHO'S ABOVE WHO NOW, SANS!?"

When they're hiking, he always climbs up onto big rocks and howls because it's the funnest shit to do ever.

Loves swimming in the lake and when Sans finds the rope, he's overjoyed. Always doing a bunch of flips off of it. Definitely caught a fish with his bare hands.

The fish promptly slapped him in the face as it flailed from his grip to get back in the water.

LOVES s'mores, but can't eat chocolate, so he just eats the marshmallows off the stick. Always talking about how there's a proper way to roast the marshmallow but immediately burns it.

Is the one who can't sleep after Sans's ghost stories.

Midas: the Anti Boy-Scout 😈

Unlike Alphys, Midas isn't afraid of creepy crawlies... In fact, he's the one tormenting people with creepy crawlies >:)

Definitely placed a tarantula on top of Alphys's sleeping bag and is the reason she now refuses to sleep outside.

Finds the biggest bugs imaginable and chases Maeve on the hiking trail. He is a fucking menace to society and MUST be stopped!

He swims under water (with tinted goggles of course) and pretends to be a water snake to freak people out. Will like swim underneath them and his snake hair will definitely slither along their legs. Has been kicked in the face.

When he's not terrorizing his friends, he's binge drinking at the campsite and smoking. Probably knows all the mushroom types and exactly which mushrooms will get people off their shits.

That being said, he has used his powers for good once and caught a big cotton mouth near the campsite so no one would actually get hurt. Carried it away safely and no one was the wiser. An unsung hero, truly.

One time he went out by himself to just enjoy nature, and took his sunglasses off to enjoy the breeze on his face.

Almost turned a hiker into a monument. Thankfully, he was quick to dodge that bullet.

After Sans's ghost stories, Midas will purposefully stay up and fuck with the boys while they're trying to sleep. Like I said, a fucking menace.

Maeve: ✨ Polaroid Princess ✨

“Wow this is so aesthetic.” *📸*

Where Nick is taking stupid candid videos, Maeve is always forcing everyone into fun, cutesy group photos.

Loves watching the sunset, always crooning over the pretty colors.

Basking in a warm patch of sun is one of her favorite activities. Has definitely found a sunny meadow and just laid there to watch the clouds.

She's always put together, outfits are always coordinated. Definitely over packed and now has to wear EVERY outfit she packed for a two day camping trip.

Much like Nick, she's always trying to get Sans to participate but it's to no avail.

She is also the one to keep Alphys the most company and encourage her all the time when they're hiking. “Guys maybe we should turn around, Alphys is getting tired.” “No I'm fine!” -cue Jonas having to give her a piggy back ride back to the camp site, with Maeve tagging along like “I told you.”

Always forcing people to drink water to stay hydrated. “Hydrate or Die-drate."

Hates swimming, but, again, loves basking on the shoreline while the boys are goofing around in the water.

Jonas and Midas have pushed her in the water once and regretted it immediately because she hulked out on them. Went full Lioness on their asses. She is literally the tallest and biggest out of all them, they should've seen this coming 🤦🏼‍♀️ The bugs were one thing, but THAT CROSSED A LINE!

Frisk: Little Miss Sunshine 🌸😚

Absolutely precious. Always asking people if they need help while setting up the campsite. Definitely brought fairy lights and hangs them up in her tent and around their site in the trees. Everyone wants to hang out in her tent because she made it so cozy. Even Sans isn't above hanging out in there.

Is definitely super stoked about camping. Much like Jonas, she absolutely adores the outdoors and spending time in nature, even though she doesn't have any of the survival skills.

Always asking Jonas to show her how to do cool stuff and he is more than happy to teach her how to do things. He definitely shows off for her all the time, and she enjoys the attention.

Keeps the campsite tidy and organized, always agreeing with Nick about keeping the land clean and picking up litter.

When everyone goes off to hike, she stays behind with Sans to hang out with him alone.

She actually manages to convince him to enjoy the outdoors and the two go off on another trail by themselves, and just talk about life and shit. Occasionally they can hear Jonas howling or Maeve's blood curdling screams from being chased by bugs and they start giggling with each other.

Definitely makes little wildflower bouquets for everyone and also flower crowns.

Everyone is always making sure she's having fun.

Hangs out with Maeve because they're pretty similar. They're always taking pictures together and Frisk is always offering to take pictures of the group so Maeve can actually be in said pictures.

Loves swimming. Tried the rope but it unfortunately snapped on her. The boys constantly asked if she's okay after flopping on her back, but she's just giggling about it the whole time.

Is the one who kicked Midas in the face. She feels really bad about it, and he always teases her about it but hey, he shouldn't have been acting like the creature from the black lagoon!

Loves listening to Sans's ghost stories and Nick's songs too. Definitely the boys' biggest cheerleader.

At night, she climbs up on the roof of the car to stargaze with Sans, and the two point out constellations with each other and tell each other stories.

For some reason, these songs gives me Camping vibes so...

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