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oneshotnewbie · 3 months

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Hiiii! So, since it's allowed to send some requests in..I have an angsty one (I think i mentioned it months ago) 😁 Alex Danvers x reader. They are childhood sweethearts, now happily married, reader is not part of the DEO tho she knows everything. Somehow, another Alex from different Earth comes through a portal, having lost her own wife. She is kinda mean though. She temporarily disables "our Alex" and kidnaps reader, taking her to her Earth, leaving the Superfriends look for them in order to bring reader back. - happily ever after or not, I'd leave it up to you 😁 thank you! 😊

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Authors note: Originally I wanted to write something completely different but my hands and mind led me to something else 😂 Hope you like it and have fun reading ♥

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The day was filled with a rare clarity as Kara flew her way through the lush landscape. The villa, an architectural masterpiece of bygone times, sat majestically on a hill, surrounded by a lush garden framed by magnificent trees. The last rays of sunshine of the day bathed the scene in a golden light as the blonde took in the silence and atmosphere of the nature around her.

You outdid yourself in choosing the location for celebrating your fifth wedding anniversary with Alex. The old, vine-covered, red-brick house with its large, bordered green park was glorious in the summertime and brought out the bright colors you have carried in your heart from the day you met the redhead.

A gentle wind blew through the treetops, carrying with it the quiet hum of birds. Kara arrived on the ground and immediately climbed the stone steps to the entrance, where the massive doors stood wide open, welcoming her warmly. A faint hint of nostalgia hung in the air in the spacious entrance hall. Antique furnishings filled the room, from silver-plated mirrors to a grand, curved staircase that led elegantly to the upper floors.

A soft murmur and the quiet clatter of tools came from outside. She followed the sound and found herself on a balcony. The vantage point offered a breathtaking view of the garden and surrounding countryside. Down there, the workers spread all over the white gravel road and seemed busy as they were making some arrangements and put the finishing touches to the decorations.

The hammering and knocking mingled with the humming of the bees buzzing around in the garden's blossoms. Elegant tables and chairs were arranged, garlands were artfully draped and bright, yellowish lights were placed in the trees. It was as if the place itself was preparing to have an unforgettable evening filled with people you both loved.

Kara leaned against the railing of the balcony and watched the hustle and bustle below her. It was impressive how each move seemed perfectly coordinated with the next. It was clear that you worked for your anniversary with a passion for detail and beauty.

The blonde could not be present at the preparations for your wedding, she was busy saving the city from a dangerous alien. But this time she enjoyed it much more intensively, knowing that both her sister and you could not be happier than at this point in time. The people her sister had dated were nice but could never compare to you. You brought forth something in the eldest Danvers that no one had done before.

In the midst of all this hectic activity and her deep thoughts, you suddenly appeared behind her, a bright smile on your lips, your hair slightly disheveled from work. She could tell right away that you wore a smile that was full of anticipation and mystery. "Kara!"

“Y/n, it looks really spectacular. Alex will be thrilled." The blonde exclaimed with a mixture of excitement and relief, walking the last steps that separated the two of you to wrap you in a tight hug. After a while, you separated yourself from her and stepped next to her closer to the edge of the balcony. You nodded vigorously, unable to take off your wide grin. "I hope so. I have all of her favorite things here, and the guest list is also full of all our friends and family. It's going to be an evening full of joy and memories.“

Kara gently placed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to her. "Believe me, she'll love it," with a kiss on your temple, you rested your head on her shoulder and joined her in surveying the final preparations that were being completed, ready to reveal the secret of the evening and mark the beginning of an unforgettable fifth anniversary.

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The sunlight slowly dipped towards the horizon and the first stars began to twinkle lightly in the sky. Kara´s bedroom glowed with a warm light coming from the numerous candles on the surfaces of her furniture and the fireplace. A soft scent of vanilla and red roses hung in the air as you eagerly prepared to head off to your own anniversary party with Alex. Kara had suggested that you get ready at her place so that Alex wouldn't see you beforehand. After all, everything should be a surprise - including what you wore.

In her bedroom, a happy melody floated through the atmosphere as you stood in front of the large mirror. Your dress, an elegant, long evening gown in a shimmering burgundy red, hung on the door behind you. With a hint of excitement in your eyes, you gave yourself a smile in the mirror as you began your makeup.

The sounds of jazz music came from your phone, where the playlist for the evening was already rehearsing. The memories of five years of ups and downs flowed through your mind, and a warm feeling of gratitude spread through your heart before you prepared to sit at the dressing table, surrounded by a fine selection of lipsticks, eye shadows and perfumes.

You opened a bottle of your favorite scent, which even the redhead found hard to resist, and let the floral scent fill the air. The sparkling silver earrings Alex gave you for your first wedding anniversary were waiting on the table to be put on.

As you were applying your makeup, you suddenly felt a strange energy flowing through the room and heard a soft, magical hum. With a brush in your hand, you walked confusedly towards the door that separated you from what was happening in the anteroom. “Kara?” you asked, unsure about your sister-in-law, not actually expecting her here at this time. The blonde had promised you that she would look after the location while you got ready. “Is everything okay? I thought you wanted to-"

As you poked your head through the crack, you saw a glowing portal open in the middle of the room. Out of the shimmering light emerged a figure that seemed familiar at first glance. It wasn't until you took a second look that you saw Alex, appearing in a swirl of colors and sparks. "Babe, are you okay? I thought you were on your way to Sam," you asked with a mixture of fear and surprise, narrowing your eyes as you looked at her closely. The clothes she wore were strange and definitely not something she ever seemed to wear. The redhead seemed worn out and there was no love or happiness shining in her eyes like it used to. Just a dark shadow, while the features of her face seemed unnaturally hard.

"Y/n," she spoke in a voice that cut icy through the night and sent a shiver down your spine. She walked towards you with slow steps and a mischievous grin and you immediately sensed that something was wrong. "You have to come with me. Right now."

You took a step back, gripped by an inexplicable unease. You stared at the person who was acting differently than your partner, feeling a strange feeling arise within you as she continued to walk towards you with slow and dangerous steps. "Why? Where do you want to take me? And who are you anyway?"

Alex twisted her face into a mocking smile and snorted contemptuously. "I'm your wife, silly. Just from another dimension. My wife is lost forever and now I'm here to take you with me." she spoke delicately, a devilish smile slipping across her black painted lips. Her hand placed itself on your shoulder and gently moved down until she reached your wrist and gripped it painfully. You winced, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to suppress the flash of pain in your forearm. "You can't just show up here and expect me to come with you. You're a stranger."

She glared at you with reddish, shiny eyes, that sent shivers down your spine. Her grip on your wrist tightened, her cold fingers wrapping around your bare skin. She was angry. Very angry, but you could see a hint of sadness in her icy eyes. And despite the unpleasant situation, you felt a mixture of sympathy and irritation. "I may be able to help you, but not if you treat me like this. I'm sorry you lost your wife but I won't go with you. My Alex is here and I won't leave her.“

"But I am stronger, smarter and more determined while your Alex is weak and naive. You would be better off with me than with anyone else who only shares their physical resemblance with me." With a quick movement she raised her hand and released a beam of crimson energy at you. "You will follow me whether you want to or not. In my world there are possibilities that you cannot even imagine."

Without waiting for an answer, she violently pulled you through the portal. Reality blurred and a light briefly blinded you. As the veil lifted, you stumbled through the swirl of color, dazed and with a sharp pain in your head.

"What have you done?" You whispered, staggering and trying to focus on your surroundings. Disoriented and irritated, you looked at the dark, distorted version of National City as you knew it. Dark Alex, as you had already called her in your head, smiled triumphantly and looked down at you as you got on all fours, still trying to free yourself from the spinning dizziness that was taking over you. "Welcome to my world, my darling. Here we will see how strong you really are and whether you can do justice as my wife."

You felt trapped in a strange, hostile and cold dimension. Ignorance of what was going on and burning concern for your real wife led to a mixture of fear and determination. But what you didn't know was that your real Alex, left on her own Earth, was locked in a box somewhere far away from the city, temporarily switched off by unconsciousness and magical chains that rendered her unable to move even the slightest.

You knew that a battle would begin to rage between dimensions to determine your whereabouts.

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The festively decorated hall was filled with a lively murmur and the clinking of champagne glasses as Kara, the Superfriends, and other guests excitedly waited for you and Alex. The room glowed with a warm light in the darkness of the evening as the candles flickered on the tables and soft melodies floated through the air.

The blonde, in an elegant dress, walked nervously through the crowd, her super ears alert to every noise, while Lena, Winn and Sam stood at the entrance of the hall, looking for you. The anticipation in the air gradually faded as the minutes passed and neither of you showed up. "It's unusual for these two to be so late," said Winn, looking worriedly at his watch and swaying nervously on his feet.

Lena frowned her brow in worry. She also found it strange. You were particularly punctual in everything else you did. "I tried calling y/n but it only goes to voicemail. Maybe they're late or stuck in traffic? I really hope everything is okay."

The mood among the guests became increasingly nervous as more time passed and the two of you still didn't show up. Kara felt a vague unrest inside her, as if something had gone terribly wrong. She decided to investigate the situation and set out to look for her sister and sister-in-law.

In the meantime, a tense silence filled the hall. The guests whispered worriedly to each other as the music in the background grew quieter and quieter. Lena, Winn, Sam and J'onn tried in vain to call any of you, but all attempts to contact failed.

Finally Kara returned, her face expressionless. The tension between the superfriends was palpable as the blonde walked sternly towards them and addressed the concerned guests. "I couldn't find her. Alex isn't home and y/n isn't in my apartment. However, her dress is still hanging untouched in my bedroom and-" she paused for a moment, pulling a small electronic device out of her jacket pocket. "This is y/n's cell phone. The music was still playing on it when I got to my apartment but she wasn't there. Something is wrong."

A hint of unease crossed the crew's faces. The anniversary celebration, which was planned to be full of joy and celebration, turned into a worrying situation of waiting and uncertainty. "What do we do now?" Sam asked questioningly.

"We have to find out what happened. I'm going to work with J'onn and fly to the DEO. Maybe we can find something out there," she replied with a firm look on her face, the growing concern for the both of you only increasing. "Winn and Lena, can you please go to my apartment and see if you can spot any alien activity?"

The Superfriends nodded solemnly as Kara headed off with J'onn to take action. The once happy atmosphere of the day was tinged with worry and anxiety as everyone hoped that you and Alex would return safely to celebrate your anniversary.

The night fell like a dark cloak over National City as Supergirl flew through the streets with a worried look in her eyes. Her super senses were at their peak as she searched for signs of her sister. The unsettling thought that something was wrong made her heart beat faster by the minute.

On a quiet side street, a faint sign of life pierced her super ears. Supergirl slowed her trajectory to locate the source of the sound, her X-ray ability sweeping over the abandoned factory before breaking through the light metal garage door. In a flash she landed next to a dark box, ripping the lid off the nails, seeing her sister lying there with iron chains and a purple aura surrounding her. "Alex.."

Her hands shot out to check the redhead's pulse. The heartbeat was slow, almost imperceptible. She immediately contacted J'onn and the DEO through the comms she had set up before her flight. But the chains made it much more difficult for her to bring the young agent to the DEO. The metal magically burned through her skin upon contact. She had to hurry up. "J'onn, I found Alex. She is unconscious and her heartbeat is extremely weak. I am taking her to the medical department immediately."

Meanwhile, Winn and Lena were already in Kara's apartment, looking for clues to your whereabouts. The room was in pristine condition, but the sight of your abandoned dress on the bedroom door worried the two of them. Lena held it carefully between her fingers and examined it as Winn used the DEO's technology to search for alien activity in the area.

The two continued searching the blonde's apartment when suddenly Winn's detectors picked up on some unusual, changing air. They looked at each other as they noticed that the particle sensors in the air were revealing their presence in the apartment. "I knew something was wrong. She would never abandon us without a reason. Especially not Alex."

"That's strange," Winn muttered, pointing to the display on his monitor as he rapidly typed something on the keyboard. "There are some alternate dimension particles in the air here. That suggests a portal was recently opened here. Lena frowned. "A portal? Here? But how is that possible?"

Winn re-examined the readings and discovered some kind of energetic pattern in the room. "It looks like a portal was active here, but it's been closed. It seems like y/n went through a portal."

"But why? And who could be responsible for it? After all, she has no ability to open such a portal," the black-haired woman speculated and Winn looked up. "Good questions that unfortunately we can only get answers from y/n."

As the two desperately tried to search for answers, uncertainty hung over them. A mystery seemed to be unfolding, and those who knew you best sensed that something big was afoot. They stayed in the apartment with the feeling that a strange, mysterious world had forced its way into their lives and taken one of them with it. The magic of the portal and the unsolved mysteries about your stay hung like a shadow over the two of them.

Meanwhile, Supergirl had arrived at the DEO with Alex. The doctors immediately took over medical care while Supergirl waited nervously nearby. J'onn walked up, his eyes worrying. "What do you think happened?"

"I don't know. But what I know is that something serious must have happened,“ she said with a sigh. Her shaky and slightly sweaty hand cupped her forehead and laboriously brushed away the wrinkles that appeared as she frowned. "Have Winn and Lena at least found out something about my sister-in-law yet?"

"Yes, they did. And you won't like it," he replied, putting his hands on his hips. He watched the expression on her face, the panic that overtook her, even if she didn't want to show it on the outside. "They found particles that Winn was able to trace back to a portal."

As the Martian continued to show her more details about the discoveries in her own apartment, the redhead slowly began to regain consciousness when the DEO's resources were used to successfully remove the iron chains from her. She struggled to sit up in bed against the doctors' wishes, still very dizzy. "What happened?" Alex murmured, her memories slowly returning. She was able to piece together some fragments of her memories, but she hoped for a complete answer, which she still lacked. She held her head, which hurt badly from the attack and her attempted self-defense.

"You were found unconscious. We don't know exactly what happened, but we're looking for y/n. She's missing," Kara explained to her, gently stroking her disheveled hair.

She looked at her sister with wide eyes, fear and terror crossing her face. Her pupils dilated rapidly, making her eyes appear darker, as she tried to rip the vein access and electrocardiogram from her body. Kara stopped her. "There was someone who came into our apartment through a portal just as I was getting ready."

Supergirl and J'onn perked up their ears. "Who was it?"

"She looked exactly like me. She threatened to take my wife away. After that there was a fight, she overpowered me and then..." she stopped talking, knowing what happened next. Alex from another dimension had carried out her threats.

Kara nodded slowly, slowly pushing her sister back into bed. She promised to bring her sister-in-law back safely into Alex's arms while the redhead rested from the attack. After all, she had been attacked with an energy that did not exist on this world and could produce side effects that did not come from earth.

As the mystery of your disappearance deepened and unraveled, Winn and Lena continued to work with the DEO to trace the portal particles and alien activity. J'onn mobilized all of the DEO's resources to find out which dimension was responsible, while his best agent and your friends remained in the dark, not knowing where a family member had disappeared to.

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glorious-spoon · 5 months

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69 and Steddie for the Spotify wrapped fic meme 😊

Thank you! Number 69 this year was Holy Diver, by Dio.

down too long in the midnight sea

Post-canon, pre-relationship, hurt/comfort.

1000 words

It takes him a long time to surface. For what feels like an endless eon he drifts alone in icy darkness. Drowning, he feels like he's drowning. He remembers the taste of blood on his tongue, and he remembers that he's so cold.

He remembers that he was afraid, or is afraid, but he doesn't remember why.

Warm fingers slip into his hand, a shocking contrast to the chill flooding his body. There are voices overhead, but they belong to the world of the surface, whatever lies above the icy depths where he's currently drowning.

He can feel the warmth of that hand, though. He clings to it as he slips back down.

There's pain. There's so much pain, and his body aches, and his lungs ache, and he can't breathe, he can't breathe—

Voices above him, loud. A high thin mechanical wail. There are no warm fingers touching him now. Only metal and cold, sharp pain like—

—teeth—

He reaches out, twisting, grasping in the darkness. Clawing desperately for that remembered warmth.

"Eddie, hey, you gotta stop—" someone says, and he knows that voice, he does, but before he can attach a name to it, he's sinking again, drowning, gone.

Warmth. Not just in his fingers this time, although he can feel that someone is holding his hand. A thumb slides absently back and forth across the back of his knuckles, a slow, repetitive movement that Eddie holds on to as he rises up through the layers of dark water toward that warmth and light.

It's light where he is. He can tell that now, even with his eyes closed. He has eyes. He has a body, and it's lying on something soft, and there's a blanket pulled over him. He hurts everywhere, but the pain feels distant right now. Muffled somehow. Like his brain has been wrapped in cotton batting to protect against sharp edges.

They must have me on the good shit, he thinks, and it's the first coherent thought that he can remember having. Hospital. He's in the hospital; he must be. The last thing he remembers is lying in the cold dirt of the Upside Down while Dustin Henderson held him and cried. In that dark blank space after he lost consciousness, someone must have gotten him out.

He's alive. Against all expectations, he's alive.

His eyes feel like they're glued shut, but he blinks twice, wincing, and they finally open. There's a blurry hospital room, filled with diffuse light from a curtained window somewhere to the left. somewhere beyond the other wall he can hear footsteps, voices. Closer by is a monitor, an IV pole with a bag of clear fluid feeding down into a needle taped to his arm. He slides his tongue against his teeth; his mouth tastes metallic and foul. Then, slowly and painfully, he rolls his head toward the person sitting next to his bed and holding his hand.

He was expecting Wayne, but instead it's Steve Harrington slumped in a shitty hospital chair, elbow resting on the edge of the mattress, fingers loosely tangled with Eddie's. He's looking down at a book braced on his knee, lips moving like he's reading silently, so Eddie has a moment to stare at him unobserved. He's in clean clothes, his hair styled, his bruises fading to an ugly yellowish-green. He looks--well, he looks good. Even after he got dragged through hell backwards and almost eaten alive he still looked upsettingly good. But Eddie has no fucking clue what he's doing here. Out of people he'd reasonably expect to find languishing at his bedside, Steve Harrington is so far down the list that Eddie wouldn't even think to include his name.

Steve lifts his head. He takes a second, but Eddie watches the realization dawn on his face, the near-comical expression of shock. He straightens up, the book tumbling forgotten to the floor. "Hey! Oh, shit, okay, you're actually awake this time. Right?"

"Evidently," Eddie rasps. He licks his lips "What… happened? Wayne?"

"Yeah, we made him go home and get some sleep. He's been here for like three days straight--he's gonna be so pissed off you woke up while he was gone."

"Oh." Eddie's eyes slide shut again like there are weights attached to them. He blinks hard and forces them open again. "Okay? Is--everyone—?"

"Yeah, everybody's--well, okay, Max is on crutches, and Carver, like, tried to kick Sinclair's ass, but he's just got a black eye, and Robin sprained her ankle, but—" he breaks off and takes a deep shuddering breath, raking his hair out of his face with the hand not still holding Eddie's. He still hasn't let go. "Everybody made it out alive."

"Even me," Eddie whispers.

Steve's expression does something painful and complicated-looking, and then he smiles. "Yeah. Even you. Henderson is so pissed off at you, by the way."

Eddie huffs a thready laugh. "Figures."

"I should probably, um. Probably let the doctors know you're awake." Now he goes to disentangle his fingers from Eddie's. Eddie grabs for him. Or tries to, anyway; it ends up more as a pathetic sort of flopping movement. Steve stills. "Eddie?"

"Just." His mouth feels clumsy, his head fuzzy; he doesn't know how to say, please just hold on a little longer, this was the only thing that felt real this whole time. He doesn't even know if it was Steve holding his hand this whole time. Probably not. But Steve is the one who's here now, waiting here just so Eddie doesn't have to wake up alone. "Can you just. Stay. For like. A second. Please."

Steve blinks at him for a moment. Then he lets out a soft noise, almost a laugh, and nods. He picks up Eddie's hand, very deliberately, and glances up at him like he's monitoring his reaction.

"Okay," he whispers, squeezing Eddie's palm between both of his. His hands are so warm. "Okay. Just for a minute."

"Thank you," Eddie mumbles, and lets his eyes slip shut. The darkness is still there, still cold, but now Eddie knows that he's got someone here to pull him back up.

"Yeah," Steve says quietly. And then, even quieter, "I'm really glad you're still with us."

"Mmhm," Eddie manages. And the world is fading again, but he can still feel that warmth as Steve keeps holding on.

#stranger things #steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fic #prompt fic

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charlieroll · 1 year

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ALRIGHT ALRIGHT HELLO AGAIN !!!

So!!! I fixed a bit the design and palette of Shen Yuan from the Beast Peak in @onixdace au!! And designs for the disciples!!

Explanation of each outfit under the cut!!

For SY, i made the outfit a lil bit less neon and add the colours I used for the disciples while also keeping his own palette, using teal as a main but also having present the other yellow-like green(?, as if it was a "we all family" message through colours (if it makes sense ah)

For the head disciple we know so far that has two or three Bonded Beasts, and that is female, and I actually used the common disciples' outfit (I made that one first) and Ning Yingying as reference, adding for example the upper half of her outfit a lot like Shen Yuan's, and using a bit more of teal as significance of her closeness as HD if it makes sense? but also keeping the yellowish green

For the disciples I wanted to make the differences between what kind of Bonded Beasts they had, and as the newer disciples would have a surface-level relationship with their companions (in comparison to the rest of the peak), I wanted to make it simple and comfortable, but without making it specifically practical for their stuff, and in the common disciple's outfit I expand on that:D

For the common disciples I thought of something that would be a lot like the shidis and shimei's robes, strong enough to not be caught up while training and stuff (a matter of the cloth mainly), and so that those that had an aquatic Bonded Beast could take off easily the outer robe for more movement underwater. And so on and so forth really, as in canon SY may or may not allow lil changes for the necessities of his students and all

For the last one, it was actually the first design I made for the Head Disciple, but felt the palette was way too dark for it to feel like part of the group of designs, so I said alright.... I made it formal enough but practical, but the palette doesn't feel like a disciple nor like what SY would wear, what to do? And I said oh!!! I remembered a fic where in Qing Jing Peak had other teachers to (of course) teach very specific things, and Shen Qingqiu working as Peak Lord and supervising, not really teaching, so what if, in the case there ever came someone to teach things that Shen Yuan doesn't have much knowledge/doesn't have time enough for it all/whatever reason, they'd use this lil thing? And so I kept it

#digital art #shen yuan #shen twins #shen qingqiu #the scum villain's twin is the grandmaster of beast cultivation au #scum villain #design

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mlm-writer · 1 year

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The Smell of Onions (Shrek x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Shrek x Gender Neutral Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 578

POV: Second

Summary: You watch how Shrek gets anal at a gloryhole.

Notes: For the prompt ‘gloryhole’. See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Writing this gave me psychic damage. Please suffer with me.

Tags: glorlyhole, creampie, anal, double penetration, dirty talk and cumshower

The room was dimly lit and the thick stench of sweat and musk hung in the air. You looked down at your lap, coming eye to eye with the shreksiest creature you ever laid your eyes upon. His deep brown eyes stared back at you, sweat glistening on his forehead in the yellowish lights. "Still good?" You inquired, while you ran your hand down his body, briefly brushing his huge schlong, which was resting on his stomach.

Shrek nodded his head, before gasping and gripping the mattress under you. You smirked and glanced over to the wooden wall, where his legs were strung up. In the wooden wall there was a hole. On the other side, Shrek's voluptuous, round bubble butt struck through. "What is happening?" You teased him with your hand wrapped around the head of his cock, unmoving. There was not much more you could cover with just one hand. Two hands would just cover about a quarter of his entire shaft.

"I've got two… maybe three fingers in me right now," Shrek breathed out, relaxing underneath the ministrations of a stranger. "They… really go at it… they fuck me so hard!" Shrek's voice grew with desperation and urgency. His pole was twitching and begging for release. However, you were not planning on granting him it yourself. No, Shrek was supposed to cum from getting fucked in the ass by an anonymous stranger and nothing else.

His moans echoed through the small cubicle. You could hear demeaning laughter on the other side of the wooden wall. A pink flush shimmered through the green skin. You bent down, so Shrek could feel your hot breath hit his face with every word. “Hear how they are laughing at your whore ass? Are you not ashamed that you just let anyone nutt in that plump butt?”

You removed your hand from his cock and straightened your back. Shrek let out a sudden gasp, before his body started to rock back and forth from the force from the other side of the wall. His huge mouth fell open, followed by a waterfall of curses and cries of pleasure. You grabbed his cock, just holding it and aiming the tip at his face. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He nodded desperately. “Cum then. Keep your mouth open and swallow your own disgusting cum.” His face contorted, before he opened his face hole as wide as he could, a thick pink lob of flesh hanging over his bottom lip.

“They are cumming inside me, I can feel it,” Shrek squaked, his whole body trembling at the edge of his climax. “Oh fuck, fuck, they are putting a second cock inside me. It feels so good!” His body tensed up right before a gigantic stream of cum sprayed from his cock. Not only Shrek got showered in the off-white liquid, but you too. You could feel the almost-beige gallons pour over you as you closed your eyes to protect them. When you could no longer hold your breath, some of his seed dripped into your mouth, the taste of onions gracing your taste buds.

When Shrek was no longer shooting his load everywhere, you opened your eyes to witness the mess your green companion made. Everything was sticky and reeking of onion, but Shrek was still getting pounded, while eagerly scooping up cum to stuff it in his mouth. You smirked when your eyes met his desperate gaze. This night was far from over.

#shrek #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #shreksy #shrek x reader #shrek x male reader #shrek x gender neutral reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #For Rei

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wawamouse · 21 days

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My sister's thoughts on the Oz community pool AU

Busmalis would be the one doing something in the grass… like he’s there doing something that he’s not supposed to be doing. Something not pool related, like digging a hole in a sand pit. Maybe there's a bank next door.

Rebadow is doing old people swim exercises in a full wetsuit

O’Reily wears a little white visor and white tank top and red shorts (the uniform) and eats customer hotdogs. Like, he gives you a hotdog with a bite already in it and acts like it just looks like that then when the customers complain, McManus comes over and tells O’Reily not to stop eating the customer hotdogs, but O'Reily just gaslights everyone and says he's not, that there's no way he's out here taking bites of people's hot dogs. It was actually them taking bites of their own hotdogs. Why would he eat their food? They just forgot. McManus doesn't investigate even though he says he will if it happens again.

Keller keeps lying to Beecher and pretending to be first aid certified

Sister’s Miguel x Chico fic (as recorded by me) (her first foray into fanfiction “writing”)

SCENARIO: Everyone is leaving the pool early one day because there’s a summer tornado warning/severe thunderstorm warning and it’s very windy and gray.

SISTER’S WARDROBE NOTES:

Miguel has a dark-gray tshirt, dark, baggy blue-gray drawstring zip up hoodie, grayish-green khaki cargo shorts, “those sturdy flipflops with the canvas straps”. He also has his swim instructor duffel bag stuff.

Chico is wearing red swim trunks, old white (not stark white) ribbed tank top (“I WANNA SEE THEM SHOULDERS”), whistle (essential). I showed her a picture of season 5 Chico and she decided he has short hair and also his goatee as in s5 (“because we want him to be slightly unapproachable-looking like a slightly creepy janitor. A respectable 53% creepy/shabby looking. If he doesn’t have his goatee, the scenario doesn't work because he’ll be too chiseled and just be instantly hit on by all the ladies and that’s not the vibe here”)

STORY:

The locker room is dark, cool, and cement, with overhead, yellowish lights. One of the lights is going to be flickering at the end (but it’s because of the storm, not because we didn’t invest in the lights. We can’t blame McManus for not investing in the fixtures). The locker doors are going to be a military green and the benches are those wooden ones that are drilled into the ground

Miguel is at his locker with the door open. He can see Chico enter the locker room. We ain’t setting up a jump scare here. This is 2700 Kelvin lighting. Sort of yellowish, like a little bit of an intimate glow color. 😛

He’s putting his stuff into his bag from his locker, getting ready to go. Maybe there’s a straggler child and he says goodbye. And then he sees Chico enter and he’s like “oh shit” because there’s like UST between them and Miguel doesn’t want to deal with it and he’s been avoiding him all day. It’s just coming to a boil that summer. (The storm is a metaphor for their relationship… the weight of intense emotions…. REPRESSED)

So Miguel starts to put shit away faster and he ends up like dropping his deodorant or whatever. It skitters across the floor, taking him further back into the locker room aisle. By that time, Chico has arrived to where he is.

There’s tension as Miguel goes back to packing his stuff up and ignoring Chico, who can’t take the silent treatment anymore. He demands to know why Miguel won’t talk to him but Miguel won’t give him a straight answer, either. He’s just trying to get out before the storm, dude.

When Miguel tries to shove by and leave, Chico grabs his arm and reels him around. Slam! Miguel’s back hits the locker.😳 Miguel drops his stuff and he’s confused but also a little seduced. WIDE EYES, darting back and forth. He’s sort of excited because he knows where this is going, and he wants it to happen deep down. Like, if Chico wasn’t persistent, Miguel wouldn’t do shit about it, either, so he’s glad Chico’s the one making the moves. He was hoping for it 👀

He sort of slumps down a bit, right, because he got slammed against the locker. And Chico sort of kabedons him with his elbow. Not casual, though. Full on locked in. Faces inches apart. One of Chico’s hands is, like, on Miguel’s waist, half catching him after he sort of slipped down against the locker. They're breathing on each other all turned on but pretending not to be while they have, like, a whispered-growled conversation 😗; “You’ve been avoiding me”; “no I’m not”; Etc.

Chico says some kind of accusatory stuff but at the same time he’s saying some persuasive stuff because he’s trying to get Miguel to respond to him. But as soon as Chico says something too forward like “we have something... I know you feel it, too”, Miguel pushes him aside in wordless denial and scoops up his duffel. He starts to head out and Chico like calls something after him, like something inflammatory or triggering—basically blasting Miguel with a truth bomb. He's like “don’t run from this”.

Miguel sort of looks back and his leg hits a corner of a bench as he’s fast walking out of there. He stumbles. Chico, who’s already racing to keep up, end ups colliding against him. They both go down. Chico grabs Miguel instinctively and he sort of falls sideways and ends up cushioning the fall for Miguel, who startles out of his own disorientation at the sound of a pained groan beside him. Their arms are slightly around each other on the ground and Chico looks over smiling after a moment because this is STUPID. And there’s all this sexual tension and Miguel finally can't take it anymore. There's like a huge thunderclap outside and the lights flicker and he leans over and they KISS….. They start to kiss.....

And then someone walks into the locker room and they scramble apart!! It’s McManus, checking to make sure everyone’s leaving. Chico stands slightly behind Miguel, who’s the one who ends up talking to McManus. He's all straight faced like the responsible swim teacher he is, like “yeah, sure, we’ll make sure to get home safely” or whatever sassy way he wants to say it. Meanwhile, Chico’s just been staring at Miguel the whole time with those lovey dovey eyes like... His eyes are glistening, full of love and adoration. They’re still like that when Miguel looks over, seeing all of Chico’s love for the first time. Letting himself see it. And he’s like “damn, I am going home with this man” because Chico’s eyes are just like that kind of enveloping comfort, you know. He sees the rice being thrown at the wedding, or whatever Catholics do. All those potential firsts. He's going way overboard with it, like in the show when he gets convinced of things. He loses his whole mind. He sees his whole future in Chico’s big beautiful eyes. The lazy one, too. Miguel's like wow....

So, then they go to the place of whoever lives closer. It's Kiss, McManus interrupts, they're alone again. They sort of hold hands but also a little like no homo. Their pinky fingers touch in the locker room and then, if this was a movie, there would be a knowing little smile between them.

SMASH CUT TO… Well, actually, they’d go to Chico’s place and Miguel would be like “damn babygorl, you live like this?”. There’s like bare walls or whatever. It looks like shit. Chico’s like “shut up” because they’re here to do one thing and it starts with F. But they still gotta pick a fight or whatever because that's who they are. Then they start slamming each other into walls, just ripping off clothes. You know how it is. Then they fade to black. Fade up from black, they’re both in bed aggressively smoking so we know what happened 😏🚬 [Aggressive smoking motions] And there’s some sort of afterglow macho banter about how that sucked (even though they both liked it a lot). The main thing is that it was Miguel’s first time with a guy or whatever and he’s still got his pride so he’s acting all like "Psh, I don't care" and he’s like “Next time I’m going to be on top, show you how it's done” and Chico’s all like [aggressive smoking motions pause] but eventually he caves because he’ll do any for Miguel, really. Also Miguel said 'next time', so you know it's so on with them.

Fin~~

#text #oz au #others fic #lol sister's first fic of sorts....#she doesn't have social media so she told me to be her scribe #not pictured: the one woman show she performed in the living room while choreographing the locker room slams #miguel alvarez #chico guerra #like Sister is never going to write fic bc she doesn’t have the patience for creative writing #but like still #me: finally some food 😭😭😭😭#I also shared the Invasion of the body snatchers (inspired) AU with her bc i made her watch the 1975 remake with me when we were in oz s1 #altho I described Torquemada and Querns as ppl she didn’t know yet lol #she thought my Rebadow dialogue sounded just like him :)#she said there wasn't enough romantic tension tho and i was like ya the point was the plot in that one #i like that sister also headcanon's chico living in some kind of empty warehouse #like he just does not give off swanky pad vibes #maybe in s6 but we're in s3 rn

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autisticjoys · 1 month

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My House: Identity Metaphor

My house stands in a somewhat isolated spot, close to nature. It’s not too short or tall, looks a bit wide, bulky and uneven in places. The walls are normally a very pale, off-white color, but nowadays they look a bit more tan. The roof tiles used to be really light/pale yellow, but are now more dirty. The windows are made of glass that’s tinted blue with hints of a grayish-yellowish green. The current frames are thick, black with some blue patterns, but they’ll get changed to thinner black and silver soon. /physical appearance/

There are 3 entrances to the house. The main one out front is for close friends and family and is almost always open. If it isn’t, there’s a sign out and those who would come through there know to knock gently and ask if it’s okay to come in or if I want to talk, if it’s like that. The side entrance is for extended family, other friends and acquaintances. This one’s usually locked and people need to knock to be let in. Sometimes the door will only open slightly or stay closed, and people will have to talk through it. /relationships/

The back door is for potential partners. It’s a bit of a tricky one, it can be anywhere from locked, to slightly open to open wide and anything in between or even disappear completely. It can sometimes open up suddenly or slam closed out of nowhere or swing back and forth. It’s mostly guys who are welcome to come through this door, tho occasionally it opens for girls folks outside the binary too. It also doesn’t automatically close after one person has come in. Those who come through are welcome to go anywhere, save from my bedroom or the bathroom while I’m bathing. /romantic orientation and sexuality/

My bedroom, as well as the kitchen, living room and bathroom are always there, but there are other rooms that come and go. Two of them are there most of the time: one that used to be really girly, but now has more of a mixed boyish/girly vibe and one that has a sort of eclectic vibe that’s neither really boyish or girly. Sometimes, these two disappear and others appear, usually one at a time. /main gender labels/

One’s a planetarium room full of projectors that show different segments of space. One’s decorated to make you feel like you’re underwater. One’s a small meditation room. One is full of various instruments. One is sky themed. One is black with glow in the dark stars and constellations and a single bright light in the middle. One is actually just an empty forest that goes on and on. One is filled with all sorts of magic and the last one can lead to various magical/mystical spots in nature. /Xenogenders/

Those who enter this house fall under my protection and I can feel my wings spread out to shield them from harm. Inside the house, I can feel all the energy flowing through me. I keep my collections in there and protect them fiercely. I can sit by the fireplace and watch the flames dance, immerse in the pool, feel the breeze dance around and caress the stone walls. I can feel my ears be more pointed and marvel at the forest plants growing out of the walls. Sometimes I can go through the walls or swirl in the pool feeling my tail. At night I can feel the energy of the Moon and stars seeping through the walls. Sometimes I get the urge to go to the kitchen and sink my teeth into something juicy and suck it dry. /Otherkin/

I’m not alone in my house, there’s cats and dogs who come and go. We can rub against each other, lay in the sun, play, roll, climb, scratch, dig, meow, hiss, purr, bark, growl. And in those moments, I can feel my teeth, my claws, my ears, my tail, just happily move around. /Therian/

There’s other animals too, who don’t come inside the house. The birds who fly above. I watch them through the windows and wish I could fly with them, but know it’s not my place. The horses running around or grazing peacefully. I sometimes go pet them or ride them if they let me, because that’s the closest I can get to running with them. The wolves who howl at night. I smile knowing they’re out there and doing well and in my thoughts I howl back to acknowledge I’m still there too. The woodland creatures who come and go: deer leaping, rabbits jumping, squirrels climbing, hedgehogs and foxes trotting about. I say hi, wave or make eye contact and we all acknowledge the other. The sea creatures I spot in the nearby waters. I watch them swim around and if I’m in the water I twirl and gently move the water around, to show that I mean no harm. /Otherhearted/

This is my house. It’s beautiful and warm and friendly, but it’s also hard being there sometimes. I feel like I have to hide most of it from others, even tho I love every bit of it so much. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to let others see it all.

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pinkalmondcake · 4 months

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The Travelers

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 ⽮𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖓𝖚⽮

•.¸¸.•*`*•.•ஜீ☼۞☼ஜீ•.•*`*•.¸¸.•

ꐠ𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬ꐠ

Just a few mini oneshots about my two Linksonas and @raiijinn 's Linksona named Fracture and the shenanigans they each get up to!

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it!!

Linksona's are linked in my main menu

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The camp fire withered and slithered up into the darkness of the starry night, sparking away soft embers which softly drift across the darkning sky littered with soft, passing clouds...a sigh echoing through the warming atmosphere as Mystic leaned back against the log, his brightened blue eyes glancing up towards the darkened leaves of the trees that keep the brightness of the moon within its darkening shadows.

His eyes closing with a content hum, "Sometimes, I crave the quietness of nights like these...where you're bathed in nothing but the calmness of nature." A small smile spreading across his lips, his eyes opening slightly, "though I'm surprised you both have lived so long."

Fracture couldn't help but laugh, patting Sonaak's shoulder while pressing his back into the bark of the. His darkened locks were tinted in a glimmering blonde shade spilling across his forehead and cerulean eyes splattered in emerald as his grin could only widen, "You say that as if you would have made it this far without us." His eyes glimmering in mischief, nudging Sonaak teasing, causing the old priest to roll his eyes, placing his elbow upon his knee and side glancing Fracture in annoyance, "Cut it out, it's too late for this." He could only grumble, pinching his brow, muttering words in his mother tongue silently in plea for the quietness to crawl back around them.

Mystic's lips curled up in a slight snare, his nails digging into the wood of the log, the whitened hair of his headpiece flowing down the iridescent blue of his armour, glowing in a faint aura which was blessed with the powers of the Sage of Life himself, "Don't forget that it was me who pulled you out your troubling affairs with that merchant. He would've had your arrested since you're far too naïve to see anything beyond that awful optisim you have." His canines had slightly pierced into his lower lip in irritation, yet not even Sonaak couldn't help but have a glimmer of amusement within his yellowish eyes, his pale features like the soul of a dragon clinging to its master, his lips slightly curled upward despite his earlier frustration.

Fracture's grin could only widen, his green tunic cropped to his chest, his black undershit clinging to his skin like the jewels to a Gerudo as he could only shrug and tilt his head, leaning against Sonaak's log as he felt the coolness of the grass through his breeches, "and yet you didn't have to for I had it all under control myself, you know. It shows that you're not exactly the snooty up you make yourself out to be." "Do not call me that, young one, I am just honest and proud", Mystic quickly correct him, glaring into his eyes definately, ready to leap forth from his spot if he had to - only for the old priest to chime in, placing a hand above the fire, feeling the way the iciness of his skin gnawed from the swallowing flames...clenching his jaw from the slight sting it brought to him, "Nevetherless, tomorrow we have a long head of us. We do not know what else we'll face within the darkness of the unknown...all we can do is hope to continue on - for the better or the worse."

Mystic's gaze couldn't help but soften, causing him to lean back once more and prop up his leg to rest his arm upon, his gaze turning towards the sizzling flames once more while Fracture could only slightly smile, his eyes lingering upon Mystic's seeing the way the quietness has taken over once more and casting his eyes up towards the darkning of the night, "For the better or the worse", he softly agreed...his thoughts once more drifting back to home as Sonaak could only frown at the thought of tomorrow, his ears twitching at every sound deep within the forest, the heaviness of their duty drowning them all.

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#linksona #linked universe au #legend of zelda #loz link #loz #thetravelers

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xxl1zardb3ansxx · 5 months

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Here you go sillies! More WOF fanfic because I forgor to post some recently!

New day, New Life

Classes started today. Each student got a schedule that was written on a yellowish piece of paper. Star found that she had Biology first. The teacher was a Leafwing that had stayed in Prryiah.

“Good morning, I am your Biology teacher. Call me Mrs.S if you must. Today we’re starting with photosynthesis basics.” The Leafwing said.

The classroom was wide and made of complete stone. There were several windows allowing golden rays to pass through into the classroom. Vines hung down from the ceiling, nearly touching the desks. Star could reach up and grasp one of the delicate white and pink flowers. She decided not too, because this teacher sounded like she would get mad if she did. Now normally Star would like Biology. But this teacher made it less fun. She would always yell at other students, she always sounded mad, and never helped any other students.

Next, Star had math. Only basic math so far because many dragons who were poor didn’t know very much about math yet. Although, they played a lot of ice-breaker games instead of math. The teacher was a Sandwing that was very kind. She said her name was Sunny. She was a weird golden color compared to the normal dusty yellow or tan-ish white. Her whole demeanor was just so happy and kind. She was like a little beam of sunshine that escaped from the sun, and was down here instead. There was one dragon in particular though, that kept interrupting her. It was Vermillion. He kept pointing out what was wrong with her appearance.

“Why are you so shiny?” “Why don’t you have a tail barb? Why are your eyes green?”

Eventually, the teacher decided that everyone would benefit from a hunting break outside, thus leaving us outside, where some…unconventional things could happen. Star had caught a mountain lion, and was sitting on a ledge, eating it.

“Hey hybrid!” It was Vermillion’s annoying voice. Star groaned and looked up.

“What?” Star grumbled, staring at his stupid face.

“I can’t come sit with my very best fwend?” Vermillion said, teasingly.

“Sure, after you stop being the most annoying Skywing in history.” Star said, going back to her food.

“Awwwww, thanks.” Vermillion said, plopping in front of Star. Star groaned. “So, what’s with the little earring you wear? Are you trying to look dumb?”

“At least I look better than you do.” Star said, feeling her earring.

“Yeah, right. Anyway, why do you have it?” Vermillion siad, poking a claw at her.

“Reasons.” She said, flicking the little thing back and forth.

“Oh, sOoOo convincing. What’s the rea; reason? Hybrid?” Vermillion persisted.

“You don’t need to know.” Star said.

“Tell me, or I will personally hurt you.” Vermillion said, trying to be threatening.

“Try,” Star said, brandishing her poisonous barb.

“Oh I’ll-”

“Go away, Vermillion.” Said Blizzard’s familiar voice.

“Ugh, not you again.” Vermillion siad..

“Go away,” Blizzard repeated.

“Fine.” Vermillion said, sighing and flying off.

“Hey.” Blizzard said, smiling at Star.

“Hi.” Star said, feeling her face get warm with blush.

“I know this is a little bit of a weird ask but could we share that mountain lion? I haven’t been able to catch anything here.” Blizzard said,

“Yeah of course!” Star responded. Blizzard floated down and sat next to her, and they shared the lion happily.

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The rest of Star’s day wasn’t very interesting. She had English, science, Art, Creative Writing, and then a rest period before lights out. Star was sitting and sketching on her ledge, minding her business, when of course, Vermillion had to come in.

“Oh hey, hybrid.” Vermillion's voice said. But it was…more unhappy than usual. Star tried to ignore him, and continued sketching Blizzard. (again) Vermillion climbed up to his bed and proceeded to sigh dramatically every few minutes. Finally, after realizing that it doesn;t work on literally anyone, he spoke up. “Do you know why I hate you, hybrid?”

“Don’t care.” Star said.

“Because,” Vermillion continued. “YOU got me in trouble today, and I have a 5 hour detention tomorrow.”

“Good for you.” Star said, sarcastically.

“You don;t care at all about me do you?” Vermillion said, obviously trying to get Star to be sorry.

“Nope.” Star said, finishing her sketch.

“Ugh, you’re so mean!” Vermillion said, flopping down on his bed again.

“I’m so sure,” Star responded, slamming her sketchbook shut.

“Hey guys,” Blizzard said, entering the room. She had little splatters of paint on her talons, decorating her claws with colors.

“Oh, hi Blizzard.” Star said, smiling. Blizzard climbed onto her ledge and smiled back.

“So what are your guys' schedules?” Blizzard asked.

“Biology, Math, English, Science, Art, and Creative writing.” Star said, counting the classes on her talons.

“I’ve got Biology, Math, Science, English, Art, and then competitive flying.” Vermillion said.

“I have English, Math, Art, Science, and sculpting.” Blizzard said.

“Cool. To be honest, I don’t really like Ms. S. She’s mean.” Star chimed in.

“Yeah. She never helps anyone with assignments or anything. Or at least from what I saw today. She gave us so much homework. Speaking of which I should do.” Blizzard said, reaching into her bag and pulling out some papers. Star did the same, and got out her favorite pencil. It was purple with little stars painted on it. The homework was mostly about how plants make sugars for food and stuff and was relatively easy for Star. She couldn’t say the same for Vermillion though. He was chewing his pencil and staring at the page, clearly confused.Just then, Ant walked in, panting. Star looked up at him.

“Hey. You good? You’re panting.” Star said.

“Th-There’s a f-fight. You gotta come see it.” Ant gasped in between breaths. Star and Blizzard looked at each other, and nodded. They both hopped down from their ledges and followed Ant to the prey center. An orange Skywing and a teal Seawing were wrestling on the ground, throwing punches and clawing at each other. The Skywing had a fresh scar across his snout, and the Seawing had one on his underbelly. They were yelling at each other, insults and all. Several other dragons were chanting, ‘Fight! Fight! Fight!’ and pumping their fists. No teachers were here yet, but Star assumed there would be soon.

“You’re just a wetnose! You can’t even breathe fire!” The Skywing shouted, throwing the Seawing off him and getting up.

“Well you’re just a stupid pebble brain! You couldn't even answer one problem in Math class!” The Seawing returned, pointing his claw at the Skywing. The Skywing blasted fire at the Seawing in response, but he ducked and rolled just in time. The crowd behind him backed up and woahed. The Seawing ran around the Skywing in wapped him with his powerful tail. It was enough to bring the Skywing down. The crowd cheered at every strike they made at each other, encouraging the two dragons' rage. Star watched but didn’t say anything. Other dragon’s minds were roaring with thoughts. ‘I hope the Seawing wins!’ ‘Go Silo!’ ‘Beat his A$$!’ Star tried to quiet them, but their thoughts were too loud. The raindrop trick only muffled them a bit. The Skywing sent another blast of fire and got the Seawing’s leg this time. He howled in pain and toppled over. A person in the crowd shrieked and ran into view. It was a dark blue Seawing and she had several necklaces adorning her neck. She crouched down next to the Seawing and helped him up.

“Are you okay? Can you hear me? Wave? Wave!” The other Seawing said, growing more and more panicked. Wave didn’t respond, and only groaned in pain. Just then the Math teacher, Sunny burst through the doors and ran up to Wave.

“What happened?!” She asked, also sounding panicked.

“He got in a fight with Silo, the Skywing over there. He’s burned! He needs to get to the nurses office!” The dark blue Seawing explained. Sunny took Wave’s other arm and they carried him out of the room. A few minutes later, another dark blue Seawing entered the room. That was the Vice principal, Tsunami. She did not look happy. Silo the Skywing was laughing with his friends about kicking the Wave’s A$$ when Tsunami placed her talon on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, are you Silo?” Tsunami asked, sounding cold.

“Heh, yeah….” He trailed off when he saw Tsunami’s disapproving face.

“Then you should know what happens next.” Tsunami said, grabbing his ear and leading him into the hallway. All the dragons in there were silent as they heard Silo’s yelling in pain from Tsunami’s tight grip. Their heads were silent. Everyone was silent. They all glanced at each other for a moment before slowly and awkwardly returning to what they were doing before. Star and Blizzard looked at each other and Blizzard started laughing. Star started laughing too, replaying Silo’s distressed expression when he saw Tsunami. They both walked over to the little river that gurgled next to the wall. Star and Blizzard laid in front of the little river, and Star dipped her tail in the cool water. The two of them laughed about many things for the rest of the rest period. Eventually they went off to bed and dreamed of what adventures could come next in their new lives.

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rosemist50 · 1 year

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Some redesigns!!! Whoopie!!! These have been long overdue lol, I just haven't had time to do them until now :') The originals are on the left, and the new ones are on the right.

With Goldenflower, the first thing I wanted to be different was her shape, I wanted her to be more large and sturdy, more like her brother Lionheart. Her eyes are now green, to also match her brother (and Tawnypelt). I kept the ear spots and if you squint the markings by her eyes are supposed to be flower-esque.

Then Rootspring, I think I showed the design on my stories a few months back, it's pretty much the same as that one. I put the little eyebrow scar he gets from I think Ashfur, and also added black to the hair fringe. Got rid of the eye motif of the original but I think it's fine.

If I was redesigning Rootspring then I had to do Tree as well, I tried to keep him looking similar, just more fur and also eyebrows. Rootspring has his black markings from Violetshine, tho I do realize Tree could also have them from Moonlight... hm..

Thrushpelt needed a whole makeover I'm so sorry my boy 😭 I gave him more of a Windclan body shape bc his grandfather (Eaglestorm) is Windclan. The marking on his face is like a heart bc characterization and all and all I like this one a lot better which is all that matters 👍👍

And finally Sunbeam, I wanted to keep the same fur shape (short on cheeks and chest, mildly fluffy tail) and keep her tall. I've seen tortie Sunbeam designs with yellow and I thought they were super cute (which is kinda why the original has the yellowish stripes) but then I thought what if I made it with black to match her mother Berryheart and that's what I did. Kept the white tail the same, and changed up the rest of the markings a bit too. The little freckle is the lighter brown color, I know it's a little harder to tell when not directly against the darker.

All in all I really like how they all turned out. Like I said, I have been wanting to redesign these ones for a while now, I have only now finally found the time to do so. I seem to swing wildly back and forth between super saturated cats and more toned down ones haha

#warriors #warrior cats #wc designs #canon #shadowclan #thunderclan #skyclan #redesigns #goldenflower #thrushpelt #rootspring #tree #tree wc #sunbeam #sunbeam wc

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monstermaster13 · 4 months

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TftW: Life As A TV Clown.

Krusty the Clown TF.

Christopher was a fan of performance art and he loved going to places like events and shows like Cirque Do Soleil and he admired circus performers and comedians but he didn’t like how clowns often were fetishized to the point some people did transformations into them, the idea of people getting off to the idea of a body horror type transformation into a clown where the skin rips to reveal a clown underneath very much irked him and made him sick to his stomach.

He wanted to do a clown tf that didn’t have that element to it, so he thought of his favorite animated show The Simpsons and how one of the major supporting characters was an entertainer who acted as a clown on television, that character was Krusty. He remembered that old Simpsonize Me campaign Burger King did to promote The Simpsons movie and he decided to try out a new revision of the site.

On the site he uploaded a picture of himself and chose Krusty as the screen lit up, as the skin lit up a supernatural wave of yellow energy emitted from the screen as his skin slowly began to take on a yellowish tint, his chest and torso broadened as his shirt slowly turned the same color as Krusty’s shirt.

In addition to this his arms and stomach broadened as his pants slowly turned green, his shoes slowly turning into shoes resembling Krusty’s as a pair of white gloves materialized on his hands which were growing larger, of course these were just standard gloves, not cursed clown gloves that burst forth from the victim’s skin or anything, and he could take these gloves off to reveal his hands which were also yellow.

His back and shoulders broadened while his hairline altering, taking on a similar hairstyle to Krusty’s and turning the same color as Krusty’s hair, his nose swelled and turned red (but it did not burst apart to reveal a clown nose underneath it) it just but became a fake clown nose, really the clown nose hid his real nose as he gained stubble that very much resembled Krusty’s, his appearance shifted to resemble the character.

He coughed a little bit as his voice shifted, giving him a gravelly tone that made him sound like he had smoked at least more than seventeen packs a day, he had a voice that was very much like Krusty’s as his transformation finished.

Mentally he was himself but also had a bit of Krusty’s memories, and the Krusty part of him very much was offended by all these wannabe clowns going around, all these wannabes that no doubt stealing his thunder, and trying to pass themselves off as real clowns.

This experience this was going to be a very interesting one for him, getting to be a Simpsons character, especially being one that he loved so much, was definitely going to provide hours of entertainment for him in general so he decided to write clown tf stories that didn’t fetishize clowns and in fact portrayed them in an honest realistic fashion.

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forthedancingandthethriving · 11 months

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Duckapus stop having great ideas challenge /j anyway, Welony belongs to them!! As always, go check them out!!

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It catches Byte completely off guard. One moment, there's several guards in front of his cell, weapons always at the ready. The next, they're all down on the floor and someone is standing in front of his cell.

He tilts his head as he gets up and walks over. "I never expected to have a visitor, much less one that decided to knock out all of the guards."

"It would be easier for us to talk this way." she responds and Byte blinks as he gets a better look at her.

She looked like Melony, except if that deity was cosplaying as a Majora Giginka, a foot taller, an out of place bright blue hair ribbon, and her hair was more of a yellowish-green.

She smiles at him, and Byte feels himself grow a bit uneasy. That smile isn't a kind one. He would know. It's a smile of someone who wants something.

He watches, surprised, as with ease she opens the bars to his cell and steps back. With minimal caution, Byte steps out and tilts his head.

"You want something." he says.

"That I do!" she nods. "You're observant."

"Well, here wouldn't be the best place to discuss it." she waves him off as he says that, and Byte doesn't even have time to question here before he is lifted and taken somewhere.

He doesn't even question it. His life has gone so downhill that, if he's going to die, he isn't going to die panicked.

Soon enough, they're at the..

"Yiga Clan?" Byte raises an eyebrow.

"I'm their leader." she answers simply, and Byte doesn't question further.

She takes him to an area (or a room, he doesn't know what to call it) and then finally let's him stand on his own two feet. He brushes off his outfit before looking at her.

"I'm Welony." she introduces herself. "It's a pleasure to finally get to meet you, Byte."

"You know my name?" he blinks, surprised.

"Who wouldn't know the name of the maniac that used two Admins to wreak havoc across the kingdom?" she shot back and he nodded.

"Fair point." Byte crosses his arms. "But why in the world did you.. bring me here? I'm not exactly useful to whatever you may have in mind."

Welony hums and approaches him. "Oh, you do. You have.. information that I can use. That we can use."

He watches her closely. "Information?"

She grins. "You invented the Super Meme Guardians and the Avatar code, did you not? So you'll know the weakness of them."

Byte lets out an impressed hum before his face falls flat. "Clearly, this is information that'll benefit you. But what am I going to get out of telling you this?"

Welony began to circle him, looking at him with a knowing grin. "We both want to have fun, don't we? We want to watch people bend to our whims, and we just want to have our version of fun!"

She continues to speak, seeing that now she has Byte's attention. "That.. and wouldn't you like revenge and control again? Getting back at those morons and having your puppets back?"

Byte sighs. "It's tempting, but-"

"And I can give you power."

He stops and narrows his eyes at her. He watches as she pulls out a Gohma mask and holds it up. Her grin has changed to a smile, slowly tilting it back and forth. "It'll be in small increments, but eventually, you could be as powerful as you were before."

"So, what do you say?" Welony held out her hand.

Byte looks at her hand as he falls quiet. He wasn't exactly in any position to refuse, and it was far too tempting to say no to. Revenge and control were definitely things he wanted, but getting power back and watching the world burn as well?

He chuckles lightly and shakes her hand. "You have a deal."

She grins and hands him the mask once they pull their hands away. Byte took it and put it on, hissing lightly at the small sting of pain. But he then tilts his head and looks down at his hand.

"What does this do, exactly?" he asks.

"You can adapt to and slowly corrupt any environment he finds himself in. Sounds fun, doesn't it?" Welony giggles.

Byte chuckles and nods. "That it does. That it does."

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salmonmilk32 · 2 years

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simminglytimeladies · 3 years

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littlefreya · 2 years

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A concept, florist Sy. Looks all big and tough but is the most sought after wedding florist in the state

Summary: Syverson is a florist working with you in the shop.

Pairing: Florist Au!Syverson x Reader

Words: 544

Warnings: Mostly fluff, but it has a sensual, seductive undertone. Workplace flirtation.

A/N: Thanks for the prompt dear @feelmyroarrrr. Not beta'd. Hope you will enjoy this one.

How to Handle a Rose

Sure he may look like a brute; those thick muscular arms and scar-riddled hands would intimidate anyone who may stumble into the flower shop. But that silent frown hides a gentle giant that handles a flower with the utmost tenderness.

“It’s like making love,” he explains as he plucks yellowish leaves from a single rose. Gently, his fingers caress their way up the stem, his touch is but a brush, gliding over the dark petals like the kiss of a feather.

“You need to treat her with care, nourish her, respect her.”

It was your second week here at the shop, and this Syverson guy - this giant mass of muscles and scruff - hasn't said more than a couple of words and now here he is, giving intimacy advice about… flowers?

Leaning against the counter in your green apron and gardening gloves, you rake him with a bemused gaze. Hands bare, he slips one finger between the petals and curls it to collect dew on his pad.

“You need to stroke her gently.”

The air in the florist shop grows stuffy. You hold a hand over your neck and swallow, trying to find your voice.

"Um… aren't most flowers female and male?" You know the answer, and so does he, yet still, you challenge and observe the silent scars that cover his brow and the lips that peek underneath his beard.

Sy notices you staring, and abruptly, his lake-blue eyes offer a piercing glare.

“Some, yes, but I'd like to think of them all as my girls. My honeysuckles. My flowers."

A slight smirk begins to spread upon his face, and he licks his bottom lip while his finger continues to toy between the petals. Back and forth, he strokes between them, toying with the centre of the flower as if it was…

'Oh god!' The heat climbs up your neck, burning in your cheeks. You swallow hard and let out a shuddering breath. Does he even realise what he does to people?! You are nowhere near a shy virgin, yet there you are, stumbling upon your words.

Sy's finger slides out from between the petals. Humming, he brings the rose to his lips and presses it against his mouth to give it a chaste kiss.

“It goes both ways, you know?”

“What do you mean?….” You frown, hoping that your voice is not as trembling as you think.

His gaze cuts into yours, but he remains silent. In his eyes, the lake grows dark yet not sinister. He reaches out the rose, handing it to you before speaking again.

“I would treat you like a flower…"

"Ha!" You look away, attempting to appear resilient to his now obvious flirtation. You are not that easy to get… or so you think. "And what flower would that be?"

Sy scoffs. By the beaming grin on his face, it's clear he had you figured out. His eyes glaze down your feature while he bites his lower lip.

"Citrus aurantium."

"Orange blossom?" you frown.

Not saying another word, Sy begins to saunter toward you, his eyes avoiding contact as if he means to walk away, but then his arm brushes against yours and his lips inches to your ear.

"It's an aphrodisiac. It means eternal love."

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errruvande · 2 years

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Transition - Haldir x Reader

Words count: 2301

TW: Battle of Helm’s Deep (you know, right....)

Permanent tag list: @fucking-with-elves @bonjour-rainycity @jazzybug163

“Haldir, we’re going to see Fereweldir, he’s in the hospi — brother?”

Orophin made a step into his brother’s talan, boots crushing shards of glass with each step he took. Haldir was standing on his knees near the bed, footprints painted in red were circling around the room and leaded to his feet, he was standing above the travelling bag, packing clothes in in a rush. Orophin stood in the doorway, heart skipping a beat, seeing his brother in such a state: Haldir was… broken?

Making a beeline to Haldir, Orophin spotted some details that concerned him. The bowls with dinner. Two bowls. The sheds on the floor were of a cup he never used himself, the yellowish liquid on the floor near the table (obviously from the broken cup), another cup was standing still on the table near to the bowl. Left part of the bed was all cleaned and well-made. Orophin shedered, all suddenly the air became too thick to breathe, he sucked in the air with an effort.

“Brother? Not again, please…” Words took their time to climb from Orophin’s throat to the tip of his tongue, this type of conversation always made him feel miserable and helpless. So talking was a little too hard.

Haldir did not answer. He never did. All he did - pressed another piece of clothes to the bottom of his bag, silently, angerly. He was angered at himself, mostly, so his hand was flying back and forth, taking new things from the bedside and packing it neatly into the bag. His eyes, dove gray by birth were bloody red, burning the whole in the pile of clothes he was looking at, without checking on what he was stuffing his bag with.

“Haldir…” Overlooking the room again, lingering on all these details from the past, Orophin spoke softly, though his voice was as thin as the morning frost on the leaves. “Y/N is gone, please, stop tormenting yourself.” But the only answer he received was watered eyes of his older brother looking at him in despair. The stare he and Rumil feared most. It was cold, yet burning, carving the patterned picture of a grieve on the back of Orophin’s eyes. Orophin cleared his throat to win himself some time. Valar, he hated awkward silence, especially when he hadn’t had the words for his brothers. So, taking a seat on the bedside, he stared at Haldir’s hands, a grey-green cloak in it. “Why are you packing?” he breathed out, shakely, mostly to himself, since he didn’t think Haldir would answer.

Haldir left a desperate sigh, letting his hands rest on his knees.

“Going to Helm’s Deep”

“To Helm’s De — what? We don’t have to, lady wants us here! Why?” Orophin was startled, he panted out and gripped his brother’s hand. “You won’t disobey Lady’s orders, will you?”

Shaking off Orophin’s hands, the ghost of a crooked smile appeared on Haldir’s face. He sucked in the air, making sure to have direct eye contact with Orophin. “Don’t say a word, I beg of you, I’ve made my mind.”

“You weren’t yourself while making it!” Orophin rose to his feet, screaming almost in panic. “We can’t go there, not against the lady’s wish.”

“We will not come, I will” Haldir stood up, lifting his bag and bounced it in the air to check how heavy it became. “You will stay here, as Lady wishes, you don’t have to go with me.” He made a step towards the door but Orophin stopped him. “I’m gonna leave now, I’m already running out of time.”

Orophin ran to the doorway, blocking it with his body. He was serious in his doing, he would not let Haldir pass.

“You don’t have to do this, it’s just a momentary breakdown, we will help you, as we always did!” Orophin gestured vaguely, almost tearing up. “Y/N is gone, Haldir, you’ll not help it by vanishing in a battle which is an obvious losing game. Think of Rúmil at least!”

Speaking of the devil, Rúmil has appeared, making his lightless steps up and up the circular stare of the Mallorn Haldir’s talan was built on. His pasture was light as a wind and he was in a good state of mind, usual Rúmil. Singing and laughing, he had something to tell both Haldir and Orophin, but his smile disappeared as he saw the aware and anxious figure of Orophin in the doorway.

“W-what is it?” Tapping his shoulder he asked Orophin, still unable to see Haldir. Rúmil moved his brother and tried to squeeze in the arch of the door and froze. “Is he? Again?” Rúmil faced his brother, breath quickened - Orophin nodded.

“I’m still here, stop talking about me as if I’m not…”

“Where are you going? Doubt that on a walk, your bow and sword and why are you wearing your armour?” He was scanning Haldir’s body with a quirky eye. He twisted his neck to face Orophin again, feeling a bit of anxiety “don’t tell me he’s going to join the army?”

«This is exactly where I am going, thanks for asking me directly, Rúmil…” Even though his eyes were aching, he gave his brothers a rolling eyes, pushing elves slightly sideways and making his steps to exit through them.

“You’re not going anyway! Not now, not in that state!” Rúmil snatched the bag from Haldir’s hands and turned to Orophin hastily. “Stall him, I’m gonna visit lady and lord!”

Running all the way from Haldir’s talan to the tallest mallorn that grew in Lothlorien, then hundreds and hundreds steps up to face his Lord and Lady, Rúmil slipped past the guard-elves and nearly fell to Galadriel’s feet.

“Lady Galadriel, please, let me speak!” He panted, chest inflating. Galadriel waved him to speak his mind and turn on the uprising figure of Celeborm, who was caught off guard by this arrival.

He waited for a few seconds, making his heartbeat rest a bit. “My Lady, Haldir is trying to sneak to join the army! Make him stay, please!” The terror in the young elf’s eyes was scarry, still standing on his knees, not yet able to put his strength together and lift yourself from the floor.

Galadriel did not say a word, she looked into Rúmil’s eyes with a soft smile. “Haldir is not sneaking,” she said after a while, making her way to the edge of the talan. “I let him”. Her eyes were scanning the golden crowns of Mallorns, spotting the glimpses of elves going to the camp, their armor reflected the harsh sun.

Rúmil’s jaw dropped, for a second he forgot how to breathe. What did she mean she let him? Let him go and die? Is she finally gone ma… “Why, Lady?” Rúmil’s head was aching from the storm of thoughts, so he didn’t manage to construct anything more complicated than just ‘why?’ He was absolutely appalled.

“How could I refuse him? It is for his sake, for his own good.”

“How is it for his own good? How can it help him? How can it help anybody?” When Rúmil’s voice turned to a higher key, lord Celeborn made himself clear by coughing loudly and reminding the young elf to keep his place, but the lady of the woods looked at Rúmil softly and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You do not understand, but it will be a time when you’ll realise.” She looked at Rumil, warmth from her smile enveloping him whole, and then she bent her head slightly, locking her gaze on Celeborn “We live in a dark time and making Haldir waging battle within himself with powers nobody, even I myself, can not defeat will only make him worse.” Seeing the reaction that was written on Rúmil’s face, Galadriel added softly. “Even worse than he is now”

The weight of the words fell hard into Rumil’s stomach, twisting and turning everything inside the tiny body of the elf. For the one on rare occasions, Rumil felt sick, sick to the edge of vomiting. He clenched into the fence with the dead man's grip and put his other hand to his chest, feeling the cold water running down his back. It felt… unusual. He lifted his gaze slowly, darting Lady’s eyes with his. “So you just let my brother die?”

“I bring word from Lord Elrond of Rivendell. An Alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance.” Haldir said, but in truth, it wasn’t the reason why he was there, why he marched all the way from green Lothlorien to the grey-yellow Rohan. Haldir was there to find her. Haldir will face her, he will welcome her and then embrace her. After all this time in loneliness, he will finally meet her. He will fight, fight fiercely, as he always had and as he promised to his friends, his lord and lady, but when the time will come, he will let the blade to slash his armour, to go through his chest, cutting his flash and spilling his blood on the ground. And so, he will meet her.

Breathing was tough, thinking was even tougher. His heart was bouncing in the chest slowly, pushing blood through the veins. Haldir’s ears become plugged, the horrid beating sound recosheting inside his head one after another brough every sound of the battle at the very back of his mind. The air became thin and greasy, salty and breathing it was as hard as forcing himself to stand steady on his feet. Suddenly, everything’s changed. The shadows of the people, elves and even orcs were circling over Haldir as there was no battle, elven cloaks were floating in the air, shimmering.

Haldir was standing in the warm grass, foot stamping on fallen golden leaves. Smile on his face was brighter than the moonlight that night, all eyes were focused on him, but the only eyes dared to him were yours, and he locked his gaze on them, while you were dancing, twirling in circles around Haldir, your dress tangled over his legs. The music got his body waving leisurely, feeling your hands and chest pressing to his back. In fact, it wasn’t you, it wasn’t your hands- it was Aragorn, finding Haldir standing on his knees, breathing his last breaths, and it wasn’t your chest that pressed to Haldir’s back - it was cold ground Aragorn had laid him on.

The gentle hand of yours took Haldir’s chin and bent his head to the side, caressing his lips with your thumb. His face was burning with fire and, even though your hand had changed its place to his palm, tugging him with you carefully, Haldir still was feeling the presence of your fingers on his chin. You were leading him out of the reach of anybody else, and Haldir followed, playing with the thin skin of your palm with his fingers. He felt the wind glided over his chest and arm as you walked, enveloping him in the unbreakable, invisible shield. He was tired, dancing all night in your embrace. Haldir let you tug him after you, since his feet were less and less strong with each step he made.

Suddenly, Haldir found himself lying in the grass with no mallorn’s crowns arching above his eyes. His body felt heavy, as he was made out of the solid rock and water. The skin on his forehead was warm from the light touches you were giving him, lying beside, leaning on an elbow, caressing Haldir’s hairline. In his subconscious Haldir knew that you were only the trick his mind played to soothe his pain, while his body was lying cold on the ground at Helm’s Deep. But for the first time in years he felt happy and loved.

The stars were brighter than at any other night, was it you, or was it his tired mind hanging on any beautiful and lively thing it could reach? Haldir was too busy staring at the starry sky, the whole sky dome got pressed to the back of his eyes, Haldir stared at this depthless picture for so long he could make a name for each stars that was alight that night above his head, he didn’t realise you weren’t beside him, but standing in the lake, water up to your knees, fingers making patterns on the surface.

“Meleth nin?” you glanced at his uprising figure, unstable but still strong enough to stand and come to you. Usually your heart would skip a beat, seeing him making his steps to you, tired but still happy, but then you only smiled at him and straightened a hand, so Haldir could follow your exact steps into the warm water. “Will you join me?”

Water was coming up Haldir’s feet, taking away the pain and tiredness, and one step later, Haldir forgot how tired he was, and how heavy his heart felt, the lake carried his weariness away from him, until Haldir could not reach a bottom with his toes. You were floating in front of him, letting the water drag you down into the deep.

“Late the water take you…” is it possible to hear your voice underwater? Haldir didn’t know if it was possible, but he’d heard you and he drowned into the bottomless like the rock, throuned to the river. Your fair face was the only thing he could see in the dark of the water, but it was everything he needed.

Levitating in the dark of thick water, looking at your face shining like a moon in the night sky, he could not control himself, admiring you, so words rolled off his lips without him realising it.

“I’m coming, Y/N…”

And so Haldir met Death.

The words were tough, tougher than usually, with a palm pressed to Haldir's bloody chest Aragorn let the phrase roll off his lips in wishper. "Navaer, mellon nin...". And there he left him staring into the night sky.

And so Haldir met her.

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