#— ꒰‧⁺ ☾ lunar raffle ˀ ☁️ *ೃ༄

[kiatheinsomniac]

— ꒰‧⁺ ☾ 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 ˀ ☁️ *ೃ༄

──── 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐑 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: blue moon aug. 2023 winner: @tired-lime ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor Kenway x mermaid! Reader ✧ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k ✧ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

You’ve been part of Captain Ratonhnhaké:ton’s crew upon the Aquila for just over half a year now. The crew picked you up when you were found stranded out at sea, clinging to the debris of what you claimed to have been the ship you had previously been a crewmember of, smashed to bits and sunk by pirates. You’ve been… odd to say the least. You dress unconventionally and your geographical knowledge beyond that of the ocean and coasts is terrible. 

But you’ve proven yourself to be an asset to the crew. There’s no one as quick-thinking and efficient as you when the weather takes a turn for the worse and you’re the most skilled harpooner and fisherwoman anyone on board has ever seen. Your backstory might be filled with holes and spotted with a few inconsistencies but you’ve proven yourself to be an asset to the crew in terms of navigation and keeping up food rations when the crew is between raiding ships all along the east coast. Your utility and friendly, curious nature have stopped anyone from speaking up against your suspiciously incomplete backstory and ignorance. 

Whenever there’s extra food or coin to be needed, there you are, throwing out nets and pulling them back on board as though you’d called the fish to you like a pack of loyal dogs. The crew could rest assured that they’d never starve so long as you had a net and they weren’t too fired of the same food day in and day out. 

Your utility often glosses over your curiosity but Ratonhnhaké:ton is a man who leaves no loose threads and no rock unturned. He walks a path with many enemies along its way and so he can leave no room for surprise. Time and time again has he tried to find out where you come from and each investigation of his has turned out fruitless. 

The more he came out empty handed, the more his suspicions of you grew. The only explanation for this could be that you had gone to the effort to hide your identity. But why? Were you running from something or were you an enemy hiding in plain sight? 

One late evening while the ship is docked in a port and the crew are out to enjoy their night with drinks and women, Connor decides to follow you. You have not joined the rest of the crew at the tavern and have instead opted to walk along the beach. Your trousers are rolled up your legs and you carry your boots and socks in one hand, the waves lapping against your ankles as you walk barefoot across the sand. 

The moon is waning and does not illuminate the land quite enough for the sort of walk that you’ve decided to take yourself on at this late hour. The stars twinkle above you and the silvery lights of the sky dance upon the crests of the waves as they crash in a foam upon the shore. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton has experience in tailing people without being seen and that’s what he does now, sticking to the foliage on the treeline of the beach, hiding amongst shadows as he follows your every step. His suspicions of you are only raised by the fact that you don’t pause to take in the scenery or the feeling of the waves lapping at your feet. You seem to be moving with purpose, with a destination. But where could you be going? One of the things that makes you stick out is how disconnected from the world you seem so who could you be meeting or where could you be heading that Connor doesn’t know about? It doesn’t make any sense and so he continues to follow you with conviction. 

You head towards the base of a rocky cliffside and Connor uses the surrounding rocks to hide from your line of sight, cursing mentally when he has to steadily set his boots into rock pools in order to avoid making any noise and alerting you of his presence. 

He watches as you push back a curtain of ivy to reveal a natural doorway behind and you disappear into it. Connor is now more suspicious than ever. What is this secret place? He waits only a minute and then follows you. He does not enter as you did but instead pushes the curtain of leaves aside just enough to peer inside. You’ve lit a torch that’s set up on a stand by a large natural pool in this cavern that opens up to the sea. You’re stripping off the last pieces of your clothes, neatly folding them up and setting them down upon a rock. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton feels his face flush with heat. Were you perhaps waiting for a secret lover of yours? His worries are dispelled by this thought for all of a moment. A lover could still be his enemy. 

But you instead step into the pool of water. Connor watches in curiosity as the place where you submerged yourself beneath the surface then bubbles up as though the water were boiling. It’s enough to make him finally enter the cavern and get a closer look. 

That’s when Connor sees a large fluke-like tail smack against the surface. It’s a silvery colour and it then vanishes beneath the bubbles as they dissipate. Only moments later, you resurface, a shiny object clutched in your hand. Connor watches as you clambour out of the water to place it down beside your folded clothes. It’s one of your rings, you must have dropped it while changing. 

But what really captures Connor’s attention is the thick cover of scales that descend from your waist. That fluke sways just beneath the surface, glittering in the faint torchlight and everything clicks into place. You’re one of those mermaids of legend. That’s why you know so little of the world, why your past is shrouded in mystery. The legends say that mermaids sing sailors to their deaths and yet you’ve been disguising yourself as one all this time. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton decides to keep your secret for now. His questions have been answered and yet now a whole new range of them have been unlocked. 

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[kiatheinsomniac]

— ꒰‧⁺ ☾ 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 ˀ ☁️ *ೃ༄

──── 𝐌𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋, 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: buck moon jul. 2023 winner: @one7hell7of7a7simp who asked for some possessiveness hehe 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Fëanor x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: possessive behaviour, marking (?), Fëanor thinking Fingolfin only exists to ruin his life lol

When Fëanor looks over you in your flowing dress, made of layer upon layer of soft, sheer oranges with a faint autumn leaf pattern around the skirt’s hem that subtly shows in the light like a mirage. He cannot help but smile and yet grimace at once. You look stunning. You take his breath away all the time and he sees you in the jewels he cuts, the ones he creates. He sees the curve of your cheek in the necklaces he makes, the sparkle in your eye in the earrings he crafts. 

But it’s also a problem. You look almost too good and the last thing he wants is his brothers drooling over you, especially Fingolfin. He approaches you from behind. You’re sitting upon a stool in front of a vanity, applying a little bit of tint to your lips and cheeks. Fëanor sets down the box he holds in his hands upon the table as he takes your soft hair into his hands. 

Without a word, he leans over you to pluck up your hairbrush from where it lays on the table in front of you. In his peripheral vision, he catches your eyes glancing up to his own grey ones in the mirror but his gaze is fixed upon where he’s pulling the brush gently through your hair. 

“What’s this, my love?” You ask as you peer at the box he’s set down beside you. It’s a deep red colour with a white velvet ribbon wrapped around it in order to keep it closed. 

“A gift for my beloved.” He answers simply, still tenderly brushing your hair. He leans down to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. You’ve perfumed your hair for the important event of meeting his family. You smell like lily of the valley and he takes a moment to just nuzzle his nose against the top of his head while one of his hands cups your cheek from behind. You’re so wonderful, the elleth that possesses his heart and he’ll be damned before he stands by while his brother falls for you and tries to take you away from him. 

Fëanor sets the brush down for a moment as his hands cradle your face beneath your jaw in order to tilt your head back so that you look up to meet his eyes, each of you appearing upside down to the other. He leans down once more to paint a trail of kisses across your face, starting from your forehead and then travelling in a straight line to your brow, your nose, passing over your mouth to your chin and then finally kissing your lips. It’s slow, soft and sweet. Each of his kisses is warm and tender like the simmering embers of his furnace when he is finished crafting for the day. 

“Open it, my love.” He takes the box back into his hands and sets it carefully in his lap. His arms drape over your shoulders as he leans down over you, his cheek pressed to yours. He watches on with a silent excitement within him while your fingers pluck up the end of the velvet ribbon and then pull, undoing the knot. You slip your hands beneath the white material in order to slide it off the box and then you slowly lift the lid. You want to savour this surprise, especially when considering the effort he must have put into it. 

You suck in a quiet, gasped breath. 

Inside is a set of glittering jewellery and, with this being your husband, he has not stopped at just earrings and a necklace, no. Inside, crafted from gold and set with larger red gems and smaller white ones, is a set of earrings, a necklace, rings, a bracelet and an anklet. 

“Oh, Fëanáro…” You breathe out in a whisper as you take up the largest piece – the necklace – in hand. The details on the gold are never ending, like the intricate branches of trees criss-crossing one another, overlapped by stem and leaf. Fëanor had abandoned no detail of them, adding a subtle amount of texturing and even working veins into the leaves. 

They weave around smaller white gems that reflect little rainbows and larger red ones that glimmer against the gold. Each piece is polished to perfection and is cut with such attention and symmetry that it’s without flaw at all. Even the chain that clasps around the back of your neck resembles the same leaf-like structure. The bracelet and anklet are styles similarly but are much more simplistic whereas the necklace cascades over your collar.

The rings are no less lavish, some more simple whereas others have larger, statement stones. They all follow the same theme as your dress and the necklace your husband has crafted to match it. Some are bare branches while others are crafted from golden branches or are made to resemble a leafy crown. The earrings are the most different though as it is the gems that are shaped like leaves – cut so thin, you wonder how many Fëanor might have broken before he got them right though you doubt the number is too high as he is the best in his profession – and they dangle from golden chains to make an effect like they are falling from the little branch cuff that crawls up the curve of your ear. 

“I’m speechless, they’re wonderful.” You say softly, truly at a loss for words as he takes the necklace and clasps it around your neck. Mine. Then he does the same with the bracelet. Mine. The rings. Mine, mine, mine. The earrings. Mine, mine. And at last he kneels in front of you and his hands glide to the back of your calf, gliding his hands over the curve of your soft leg as he sets your foot in his lap so that he can fasten the anklet around you. Mine. 

He looks up at you as his fingers gently caress your leg. You’re adorned now in jewels and precious metals that he moulded with you in mind. His craftsmanship is all over you and he hopes that it will serve as message enough that you are off limits. You’ve stolen his heart now. You have a piece of him and he will protect you and his heart in your hands for as long as he breathes air into his lungs. 

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[kiatheinsomniac]

— ꒰‧⁺ ☾ 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 ˀ ☁️ *ೃ༄

enter the lunar raffle now! strawberry moon edition! 🌙🍓 ends jul. 2nd! enter your ticket into the form below

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[kiatheinsomniac]

— ꒰‧⁺ ☾ 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 ˀ ☁️ *ೃ༄

NOTES: I absolutely love interacting with my followers and engaging with you all on the little community that I've built around my blog so I thought I'd host a regular little raffle!! Being kiatheinsomniac, I've always had a bit of a night sky theme to my blog and so I thought this would be a nice little theme for the raffle! ABOUT: the raffle will be open for entry until the final day before the full moon and the winner will be selected on the full moon as the winner of a free request that is 1000 words. RULES/REQUIREMENTS: ✦ you must be following me in order to participate in the raffle. ✦ followers can only make one entry per lunar cycle (please enter as an individual and not as a blog i.e. no entering your main blog and then your side blog(s) please). ✦ for the sake of fairness and distribution, the last winner of my ko-fi roundup will not be eligible for the raffle as this event is a means of engagement for followers who cannot donate/commission. ✦ all raffle entries will be deleted once the lunar cycle's winner is selected.

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— ꒰‧⁺ ☾ 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 ˀ ☁️ *ೃ༄

enter the lunar raffle now! blue moon edition! 🌙🩵 ends aug. 30th! enter your ticket into the form below

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— ꒰‧⁺ ☾ 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 ˀ ☁️ *ೃ༄ enter the lunar raffle now! sturgeon moon edition! 🌙🐟 ends jul. 31st! enter your ticket into the form below

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