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betweenstorms · 3 months ago

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Alright, hear me out, Simon Riley working for Sleep Token as their head of security.

Let me explain.

His life had always been defined by precision and control, by the kind of discipline that didn’t falter in the face of chaos. But retirement had come swiftly and unceremoniously, a necessity more than a choice. The regimented life of the SAS had ended, leaving him adrift in the civilian world, and that felt far more alien than any hostile territory he’d ever set foot in.

Somehow he found himself in the chaotic underbelly of the entertainment industry, a space filled with the metallic clatter of stagehands, the distant roar of soundchecks, and the pulse of a metal band steadily climbing the ladder to global fucking acclaim. And hell, the stage lights, the screaming crowds, the thrum of bass reverberating through his chest, none of it had ever factored into the life he’d imagined for himself.

But life had a funny way of taking plans and shredding them into something unrecognisable.

Simon still wasn’t sure how he’d ended up here.

When he left the military he thought he’d bury himself in some quiet corner of anonymity, far from the public eye. Civvy life was cruel to men like him, and for months, he drifted between meaningless gigs, his skill set too sharp for ordinary work, too lethal for the mundane.

Then came the call.

Sleep Token’s manager had been a contact of a contact, someone who knew someone who’d served with him, someone who’d heard about him through the strange network of ex-military types finding unconventional second careers. The irony hadn’t been lost on Simon when he was first approached. A band draped in anonymity, each member masked and named only by cryptic titles, needed security. And who better to protect them than a man who’d spent his life hiding behind his own mask?

Fucking unbelievable.

Somehow Simon had ticked every box without realising it, and before he knew it, he was standing in a smoky room, hands tucked into the pockets of his faded jeans as he sized up the bloody Muppet Show who would earn his salary.

He’d scoffed at the absurdity of it back then.

It wasn’t his scene. Far from it.

And yet, something in him, a combination of pragmatism and the faint flicker of intrigue, told him to give it a shot. He was financially screwed anyway. And the pay was good, much better than what he earned as a high-ranking officer, the anonymity suited him just fine, and the job, strangely enough, kind of aligned with his skill set. Therefore, after a few days of mulling it over, he said yes.

Simon had learned to adapt quickly. This job—head of security, an overqualified bodyguard as he liked to call it—had its own rhythm, distinct but no less intense than the one he’d lived before.

Venues became his battlefields, and he mapped them with a soldier’s precision. Potential threats were assessed the way he’d once scoped out enemy positions. His vigilance rarely wavered, whether he was walking the perimeter of a festival or standing stoic in a dim corridor as Vessel rehearsed another one of his verses. To Simon, these kinds of threats were laughable compared to the ones he’d faced during his service, however, it wasn’t without its challenges. Crowds could be unpredictable, and fame had a way of drawing out the unhinged.

He took to his duties with the same precision and discipline he’d honed in the SAS. The members trusted him implicitly, and that trust was something Simon didn’t take lightly. They called him Riley and treated him like a constant, the way you’d treat the sun rising or the tide coming in.

Reliable, steady, unshakable.

At first, the job was simple enough. The usual security gig, albeit with a touch of bloody theatricality. However, fame has a way of turning everything upside down, even for someone like Simon.

It started subtly.

Fans started to notice him too. At first, it was just a handful of comments on social media, like “Who’s the guy in the black balaclava?”, but it grew from there. They were fascinated by him, by the idea of a masked man guarding a masked band. He was an enigma within an enigma, and the internet just loved enigmas. It wasn’t until Lynsey Ward, one of the backup vocalists, shoved her phone in his face one day that he realised how far it had gone.

The backstage in Paris hummed with a peculiar kind of energy and anticipation that Simon had grown accustomed to since taking the job. It was a strange but one of a kind lifestyle, this one, filled with hurried footsteps, clinking equipment, and the muffled roar of soundchecks vibrating through walls. Simon lingered near the members as they cycled through their usual pre-show rituals.

IV sat in a corner, his mask tilted upward as if in contemplation, while Vessel sprawled on a battered sofa, his makeup halfway done, face a patchwork of metallic hues. II drummed his fingers idly on his thighs, the rhythmic taps almost lost beneath the din, while III sat near the makeup station, enjoying the rare moment of downtime between soundcheck, preparations and the main show, reading something on his phone.

Simon leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his black balaclava masking his expression but not the faint lines of tension in his shoulders.

His sharp eyes swept over the room, mentally running through his usual checklist again that concerned necessary security measures. Entry points, exits, personnel movements, everything was accounted for, everything secure. The monotony of the job had become second nature to him, though he still approached each night like it might unravel at any moment.

Lynsey sat nearby, waiting for her turn in the makeup chair. She was scrolling on her phone, just like almost everyone in the room, one leg crossed over the other, her posture relaxed but her smile mischievous. Simon didn’t notice her at first, he had his priorities, but her voice cut through the quiet hum of activity like a knife.

“Riley,” she called out, her tone playful. “You’ve got to see this.”

Simon didn’t move.

“Busy,” he muttered, his voice low and even.

Lynsey ignored him entirely, already rising from her seat and crossing the room with her phone in hand. “Come on, just watch,” she insisted, shoving the screen toward him. The glow of the phone illuminated her face, her grin widening as she anticipated his reaction.

Simon sighed, an irritated, tired sound that came from somewhere deep in his chest.

“What now?”

Reluctantly, Simon uncrossed his toned arms and stepped forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. The screen showed a video, a quick montage of him, no less. Snippets of him walking through crowds, standing by the stage, his balaclava catching the light just so as if he were a character in some fucking noir film. The background music swelled dramatically, and captions popped up over the footage, saying “If I ever get kicked out of a venue, it better be by HIM. Imagine getting manhandled by those arms.”

Simon blinked, his frown deepening beneath the mask.

“The hell’s this?” he asked, his tone flat but tinged with suspicion.

“It’s a thirst trap,” Lynsey said, as if that explained everything, her laughter barely contained.

Simon stared at her blankly. “The fuck's a thirst trap?”

Lynsey cackled, delighted. “Oh, you’re a relic, aren’t you? It’s a thing on TikTok. People post these little edits when they fancy someone. And let me tell you, mate, there are loads of these floating about. Like, ‘look at this mysterious bloke, isn’t he fit?’ That sort of thing.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed. “TikTok?”

From across the room, III chimed in, his grin wicked as he leaned back in his seat. “Nowhere to hide, Riley,” he said, his tone teasing. “You’re a proper celebrity now.”

Simon huffed through his nose, a sound that carried more weight than words. He glanced at the phone again, now firmly lodged in Lynsey’s outstretched hand, the screen flashing more of his edited movements cut and spliced into dramatic slow-motion. He stepped back slightly, folding his arms across his broad chest once more, muttering something about “kids and their bollocks” under his breath as he did.

Lynsey quipped, her grin only widening. “Face it, the internet’s gone mad for you. They’ve even got a hashtag—‘#SecurityDaddy.’”

Simon flinched, his head snapping back toward her like she’d just admitted to committing a war crime.

This made IV join the fray, a water bottle in hand as he ambled over. “Oi, show us the goods. I wanna see what’s got good ol’ Riley in a strop.”

Lynsey eagerly turned her phone to IV, who leaned over her shoulder, squinting at the screen with a wide grin already forming on his painted face. The video played again, the dramatic slow-motion edits of Simon walking through a crowd, his balaclava catching the stage lights as though he’d been directed by a Hollywood cinematographer.

IV let out a sharp laugh, nearly choking on his water.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a trail of black paint on them. “‘Security Daddy,’ they’re callin’ you? That’s golden.”

Lynsey snorted and held up another video. “Oh, you’ve got no idea. Look at this one, ‘If he told me to leave the venue, I’d say thank you.’ And here’s another, ‘Is it weird to want to be tackled by him?’ You’ve got your own bloody fanbase, Riley.”

Simon’s gloved hand scrubbed down his masked face as if he could physically push away the madness unfolding around him. “You lot are takin’ the piss.”

“This one’s my favourite,” Lynsey said, clicking on yet another video. The screen lit up with a heavily edited montage of Simon in action—his eyes scanning a crowd, his broad shoulders cutting through a sea of fans, the flash of his gloved hand directing someone to stand back. The video was captioned with “I don’t know his name, but he can ruin my life anytime.”

Vessel, who’d been silent for most of the exchange, finally sat up, resting his elbows on his knees as he regarded their head of security with an amused expression. “It’s the mask, mate,” he stated. “It's like catnip. People project onto what they can’t see. You could lean into it, y’know. Like us. Give the people what they want. Maybe throw in a wink next time you’re standin’ by the stage.”

Simon sent Vessel a look so sharp it could have peeled paint off the walls.

II, who had been leaning casually against the wall next to them, joined in with a huge grin. “Yeah, might as well embrace it. You’re part of the act now.”

Simon’s glare intensified. “You wanna end up wearin’ your fuckin’ drumsticks where the sun don’t shine?”

II raised his hands in mock surrender, though the grin never left his face. “Don’t tempt me.”

The banter escalated quickly after that.

The room practically buzzed with the gleeful chaos that Simon’s presence had unwittingly unleashed. IV was now scrolling through the comments on one of the fan edits, reading them aloud to the room with unbridled glee, each of them taking the piss out of him in the way only people comfortable with each other could.

Strangely enough, it reminded him of Johnny, a familiar mix of camaraderie and mischief that tugged at a memory he hadn’t expected to surface. It stirred an unexpected pang of nostalgia in Simon, a faint echo of Johnny’s effortless knack for turning every moment into a laugh at someone else’s expense—usually his.

“He could snap me like a glow stick and I’d thank him for the privilege,’” II read out loud, barely containing his laughter. “Oh, this one’s pure gold—‘Not to be dramatic, but I would sell my soul just to hear him say ‘move along’ in person.’”

That did it.

Simon unfolded from the wall with a deliberate grace, his imposing presence rippling through the room like a cold wind sweeping across still water. The breadth of his shoulders, the unyielding lines of his form clad in black, cast him less as a mere bodyguard and more as some silent, vengeful sentinel. His shadow stretched across the room, swallowing the laughter as it reached II and IV, Lynsey’s phone still clutched between them.

“You’ve had your fun,” he rumbled, his voice steeped in the kind of authority honed through years of barking orders in the SAS. “Now knock it off, before I confiscate that phone.”

“Go on, Riley,” IV shot back with a grin, entirely unafraid. “Confiscate me next.”

Simon didn’t dignify that with a response.

He turned away from them, a quiet dismissal, and walked toward the door. His hand reached for the handle, his gloved fingers brushing against the cool metal. But just as he was about to leave, a voice cut through the air again, the familiar, teasing tone of III echoing in the now-muted chaos of the room.

“Don’t forget to give us a little twirl on your way out, Security Daddy.”

Bloody hell.

If this gig didn’t kill him, these muppets just might.

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missy4176 · 6 months ago

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Subtle Jealousy

Cale Henituse x Reader

Cale Henituse is not the type of person to express his emotions openly. He is calm, composed, and often appears indifferent to many things. However, when it comes to you—his significant other—he has his own subtle ways of showing how much you mean to him. Cale isn't prone to bouts of jealousy, but when someone else starts giving you too much attention, his quiet but unmistakable possessiveness comes to the surface.

Cale is always aware of his surroundings, especially when it involves you. He doesn’t need to hover or keep a close eye on you, but he somehow always knows what’s going on. When he notices someone lingering too long in a conversation with you, or when they’re laughing a bit too much at your jokes, Cale’s sharp gaze zeroes in on the interaction. He won’t say anything—he rarely does—but his focus shifts entirely onto the person who’s vying for your attention.

You might notice his usual relaxed posture stiffen slightly, or how he silently observes the person, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. It’s his way of assessing whether this person is a threat—whether they’re overstepping a boundary they shouldn’t.

Cale isn’t one to openly declare his feelings or make a scene, but he’ll subtly insert himself into the situation. If you’re talking to someone who’s a little too interested in you, Cale will quietly move closer, standing just within your personal space. He might brush his hand against yours or place a light hand on your back, a barely-there touch that serves as a silent declaration of his presence. He doesn’t need to say a word; his proximity alone is enough to remind everyone that you’re his partner.

When you look up and catch his eye, he’ll offer you a small, almost imperceptible smile—one that’s reserved just for you. It’s a gentle reminder that he’s there, and that he’s watching over you, even if he doesn’t always show it.

While Cale isn’t possessive in an unhealthy way, he has a certain protectiveness over you that becomes more pronounced in these moments. If the person continues to monopolize your time, Cale will step in more directly, though always in his signature, understated manner. He might drape an arm casually over your shoulder or lean in to ask if you’re ready to leave. The question is phrased innocently enough, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in his voice that only you can detect.

If the person still doesn’t take the hint, Cale’s eyes will harden, and he’ll fix them with a stare that could freeze over a desert. His expression remains neutral, but there’s a clear message in his gaze: *Back off.* It’s the kind of look that sends a shiver down the spine of anyone who’s foolish enough to ignore it.

Cale won’t ever vocalize his jealousy—he doesn’t believe in making a fuss over something so trivial. But later, when you’re alone together, you might notice him being just a bit more affectionate. Perhaps his hand lingers a little longer on yours, or he pulls you closer when you’re sitting together. It’s his way of reaffirming his place by your side without having to say anything at all.

If you bring it up, teasing him about how he seemed a little jealous earlier, he’ll likely scoff and roll his eyes, brushing it off with a casual remark. But there’s a faint blush on his cheeks that gives him away, even as he tries to maintain his nonchalant facade.

Despite his subtle jealousy, Cale is never overbearing. He trusts you implicitly and knows that you’re fully capable of handling yourself. But in those quiet moments when it’s just the two of you, he’ll sometimes let his guard down a little. He’ll brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and affectionate, and murmur something like, “You know I’m always here, right?”

It’s not an overt declaration of jealousy or possessiveness—just a simple statement of fact. Cale Henituse is a man of few words, but when it comes to you, he’ll always make sure you know just how important you are to him, even if it’s in the most subtle of ways.

Ultimately, Cale’s subtle jealousy is tempered by his confidence in your relationship. He knows that you chose him, and that means more to him than any fleeting moment of insecurity. So while he might occasionally give someone a pointed look or stand a little closer to you than usual, he never doubts where you stand with him.

In the end, Cale’s subtle gestures and quiet reassurances are just his way of showing you how much he cares, without ever needing to say it out loud. It’s a language that only the two of you understand, built on trust, mutual respect, and a deep connection that goes beyond words.

#cale henituse #cale x reader #cale henituse x reader #tcf x reader #manhwa x reader #manhwa #romance #x reader #reader insert #tcf #trash of the count’s family x reader #trash of the count’s family #gn reader

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pradabambie · 1 year ago

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the roommate. rafe cameron x reader x felix catton. pt. 2

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rafe's impending arrival had you on your toes. excitement to see your boyfriend was intertwined with worry about the whole felix situation – you knew all too well how protective rafe could get.

"and... this is my room! nice and cozy, isn't it?" you said, opening the door for rafe. as he entered, he glanced around, noting the neatly organized chaos of college life.

“oh," he remarked after noticing the extra bed, "i didn't know you had a roommate." his brow furrowed in surprise.

before you could respond, the door swung open, and felix walked in, absorbed in a phone conversation.

“no, ollie, i swear to god, her friend is hot, i swear-" felix gushed, turning around to close the door, finally facing the room and noticing the strange boy's presence.

"ollie, i'll call you back. hey mate, felix catton, pleasure to meet you. i assume you’re the boyfriend, yeah?” felix greeted him with a wide smile, while you shot him a look, silently urging him to say the right thing.

“rafe cameron” he simply said, extending his right hand. felix ignored it and went in for a hug.

however, rafe quickly shot a glance at you, then back at felix, and finally at the two beds. the realization hit him, and a flicker of annoyance and anger crossed his face.

“wait, you’re the roommate?” rafe looked straight at you, his face now red, and his jaw tight.

you tried to lighten the mood with a light laugh, but it only seemed to fuel rafe's anger.

“look, babe, long story short, felix's room flooded, and my assigned roommate never showed, so here we are.”

you took rafe’s hand, praying a little physical touch would calm him down.

“i swear, it’s no big deal”

felix stood quietly, a goofy smile on his face that almost made it seem like he was enjoying the entire thing. his carefree attitude clashed with the undercurrent of tension you felt.

“right lex?” with pleading eyes, you looked at felix, begging him to say something, anything.

"yeah don't worry, mate. no funny business here—cross my heart."

felix's attempt at reassurance didn't seem to appease rafe's growing displeasure. the air thickened with tension, but felix, seemingly unfazed, broke the silence.

"so, rafe, what brings you to our humble abode?" felix's tone was lighthearted, though his eyes held a mischievous glint.

rafe, still visibly perturbed, replied, "just missed my girlfriend you know." as he spoke, he sidled closer to you, placing his hand on the small of your back, as if subtly marking his territory.

felix raised an eyebrow, catching the shift in rafe's demeanor.

"hey, why don't we spice things up a bit? there's a party tonight. what do you say, the three of us? get to know each other a bit better?"

you shot felix a warning look, implicitly asking him to tread carefully.

the boy, however, continued with his flirty charm, directing his next words toward you.

"come on, love, it'll be a blast. your boyfriend here can get to know me outside this mess," felix winked, his tone playful, referring to the disorganized room the three of you stood in.

rafe with a reluctant nod, he agreed to the plan. "fine, we'll go to your damn party."

felix's grin widened, sensing a victory of sorts. "brilliant! it's a date, then. i'll meet you both after dinner, see ya!"

felix sauntered out of the room, leaving you alone with rafe. sensing his frustration, you approached him, offering a reassuring smile.

"hey, don't let it bother you. felix is harmless, he’s just a bit quirky," you reassured, planting a quick kiss on your boyfriend's lips, relishing the sensation of his presence that you had missed so much.

rafe sighed, his tension melting away. "i missed you, you know."

you grinned, "i missed you too."

as the two of you settled on the bed, rafe's smile began to appear on his lips. simultaneously, his hands started exploring your body, the touch turning you more and more needy of him.

“so, how much time do you think we have until the party?”

“enough.”

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qweerhet · 7 months ago

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i've also been picking up on some rhetorical strategies lately distancing intersex women from trans women, transfems, & in general the wide demographic of people for whom transmisogyny is a pressing material danger. implicitly positioning cis intersex women as only being in material solidarity with trans people due to other factors (being degendered due to race, for example, not due to their status as intersex), only acknowledging intersex women in discussions of systemic transmisogyny if they're trans women. perhaps most blatantly, carefully talking about intersex women as "cis women with medical conditions that affect their hormones" without once mentioning that means they are intersex.

intersex women are being acted on by the same colonialist structures and schematics of oppression as trans women. yes, even cis intersex women. yes, there are differences in how this occurs. yes, there are different rhetorical tricks used when these matters are discussed in the public sphere. yes, looking at the sex binary through the lens of transmisogyny and looking at it through the lens of intersexism will often result in subtly different takeaways, both of which are equally materially grounded despite their nuanced differences. but none of this is actually an argument against the fact that you, trans woman reading this, should see cis intersex women as people experiencing similar violence to you, under a system that categorizes and disenfranchises them similarly to you.

discussing the violence done by the gender and sex binaries will never be complete or accurate without centering intersex experiences in your analysis exactly as much as you center trans experiences. and you are not doing that so long as you carefully erase intersex women's intersexness itself in all discussions of transmisogyny and perceive cis intersex women as a fundamentally oppressive Other whose experiences are incompatible with your own or even appropriating your own somehow.

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halfbloodgf · 9 months ago

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Can we talk about the fact that Severus Snape left everyone, both the characters and the readers, like this: 🤡🤡

I mean, no one knew wtf was going on with him. One moment u think he's bad, the next u think he's good. And then u think he's the villain again. But then he gives his memories to Harry and we all realize that he was the fucking hero all along.

In hp1, we think it's Snape who was trying to steal the philosopher's stone, or who tried to knock Harry off his broom. But then comes the end, and we find out that he stopped Harry from falling (saved his life) and was protecting the stone...🤡

We still hated him in hp 2 and 3...

In hp4 Harry suspects that Snape had the Dark Mark, and ends up discovering that he did. There's even the scene that Harry sees: Igor Karkaroff accuses Snape in court in front of the Wizengamot, saying he was a Death Eater, and we're all like😯😃 (finally know the truth!!). But then Dumbledore defends him😐🧍🏻‍♀️, and no one, not Karkaroff, not Harry, not us readers, understand anything. We don't know whether to trust him or not. So, again...🤡

In hp5 everything is confusing with him. We don't know if he wants to help Harry (occlumency lessons) or not. He calls Voldemort "Dark Lord" (only Death Eaters do), we see his worst memory, which, again, leaves us bewildered and not knowing what the hell to think of him now. Harry himself doubts that his father was a good person, even wondering if James didn't force Lily to marry him, and empathizes with Snape. Then the whole thing with the prophecies, and Harry trying to warn Snape about Sirius and his supposed kidnapping. The Order arrives to save Harry and his friends, which suggests that Snape warned them.

But along comes hp and the Half-Blood Prince, Snape appears to be helping Draco Malfoy with what the Lord entrusted him with —The scene where Bellatrix accuses him, tells him that she doesn't trust him, and then she is surprised:

In the books:

[...]Do you really think that the Dark Lord has not asked me each and every one of those questions? And do you really think that, had I not been able to give satisfactory answers, I would be sitting here talking to you?”

She hesitated. “I know he believes you, but…”

“You think he is mistaken? Or that I have somehow hoodwinked him? Fooled the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard, the most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen?”

[...]

“And through all this we are supposed to believe Dumbledore has never suspected you?” asked Bellatrix. “He has no idea of your true allegiance, he trusts you implicitly still?”

“I have played my part well,” said Snape.

In the movies:

The line where he says “Dumbledore is a great wizard”, Snape is actually being smug and subtly saying he’s such a good actor (I mean, come on, the man deserves a fucking Oscar), he’s managed to deceive Voldemort so well that he has revealed his grand plan to him. He practically seems to be laughing at the double meaning of his own words, mocking and lying to the black sister's faces like the fucking boss he is. The way he's literally drinking a glass of wine while laughing at the Dark Lord. The whole scene is just excellent.

So at the end of hp6, Snape reveals to us that he was the half-blood prince for whom the fucking book is named, ends up murdering none other than ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, and we all learn that all this time his true loyalties were with the dark side...🤡

Oh no, wait! Hp7 arrives, Voldemort kills Snape :0 (Yes!), gives his memories to Harry, and Harry sees his memories and... (NOO😦😨😰😭💔💀). We found out he wasn't the bad guy. That, in fact, he was IN LOVE WITH HARRY'S MOM —"always" still hurts :')— That all this time he was our ally...🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

He practically played with all of us, with LORD VOLDEMORT, the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix, Harry... well, WITH EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WIZARDING WORLD. And he did it as if he were:

Harry fucking Potter named one of his sons after him, which must have made a lot of people roll in their graves (James and Sirius out of anger, Snape out of laughter).

This mf literally woke up one day and said: "okay, here begins my reputation era bitches.😎 Let's leave a few of them looking like🤡🤡"

PD: Sorry if something is written wrong, english is not my language.

#severus snape #snape love #harry potter #professor snape #pro snape #snape

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earthlybeam · 2 months ago

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Just some random headcanons i think that fit Elrond (my opinion)

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Elrond Version below.

📜 𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭

What is Elrond’s Love Language? Elrond’s primary love languages are Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation, both of which reflect his deep sense of responsibility and his boundless capacity for love.

Acts of Service: Elrond demonstrates his love by taking thoughtful and meaningful actions to care for his significant other. His centuries of wisdom and healing abilities allow him to anticipate their needs, offering comfort and support before they even ask. Caretaker If his beloved is unwell or troubled, Elrond will dedicate himself fully to ensuring their recovery, using all his knowledge of herbs, elven magic, and medicine to bring them peace. Creating Safe Havens He makes it his mission to provide an environment of tranquility and security, whether by crafting moments of serenity in the gardens of Rivendell or by resolving external dangers that threaten their happiness. Lightening Their Burdens Elrond is attuned to the challenges his partner faces and subtly works to ease their load, whether it’s by solving practical problems or offering quiet emotional support. For Elrond, love is not simply expressed through grand gestures but through consistent, everyday acts that reassure his partner they are cherished and cared for.

Words of Affirmation: Elrond speaks with a grace and eloquence honed over centuries, and he uses his gift with words to articulate his love in ways that feel timeless and profound. Tender Confessions He expresses his feelings with poetic reverence, each phrase carrying the depth of his emotion and the weight of his experience. His voice, soft and steady, conveys his devotion with every syllable. Reassurance and Praise Elrond is quick to remind his significant other of their worth and strength, offering encouragement that uplifts them in their darkest moments. Romantic Phrases in Elvish Words like “meleth nín” (my love), “ind-nîn” (my heart), or even “guren bêd enni” (my heart speaks to me) are spoken with a reverence that makes his love feel eternal. Elrond’s love languages reflect his balanced nature—he is both a steadfast protector through his actions and a nurturing partner who brings warmth and reassurance through his words. Every touch, gesture, and phrase speaks of a love that is enduring, sincere, and unwavering.

How Does Elrond View His Significant Other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.? Elrond holds his significant other in the highest regard, seeing them as a profound and irreplaceable part of his existence. His centuries of life have been filled with trials, loss, and responsibility, but his partner becomes a beacon of light, a source of strength, and a sanctuary of peace. The Light of His Life To Elrond, his lover is the guiding star in the twilight of his immortal life. They are the warmth that tempers the cold melancholy of centuries spent witnessing the rise and fall of kingdoms and the passage of loved ones. Hope in the Darkness Their presence reminds him that even amidst the burdens of his vast knowledge and foresight, there is still joy, laughter, and love to be found. A Rare Treasure Elrond has lived through ages where moments of beauty are fleeting. His lover becomes a constant source of wonder, someone he treasures as a symbol of all that is good and enduring in the world. A Reason to Continue Though his immortal existence often feels weighed down by sorrow, his significant other is a reminder that life holds meaning beyond duty and sacrifice.

A Best Friend and Confidant For Elrond, love is not merely romantic—it is built upon the foundation of a profound friendship and mutual understanding. His partner is someone he trusts implicitly, a rare soul with whom he can share the deepest parts of himself. Equal Minds and Hearts Elrond values intellect, wisdom, and emotional depth. His partner becomes a sounding board for his thoughts, someone who challenges him, supports him, and walks beside him as an equal. An Emotional Anchor Despite his calm exterior, Elrond carries the emotional weight of his long life. His partner’s presence allows him to unburden himself, to share fears and vulnerabilities that he would reveal to no one else. A Partner in Eternity Their bond transcends mere companionship, becoming a union of souls. His lover is not only a partner for the present but someone he envisions beside him through all the ages to come. A Sanctuary Elrond’s responsibilities as a leader, healer, and lore-master weigh heavily upon him. His significant other is a refuge, someone who offers respite from the world’s demands and the constant pressures of duty. A Place of Peace With his partner, Elrond finds solace—whether in quiet moments shared by a Rivendell waterfall or in the stillness of their embrace, he feels a rare sense of calm and contentment. A Reminder of Life’s Joys His lover brings out the parts of him that he has long buried beneath the weight of responsibility. Through their laughter, shared adventures, and simple pleasures, he rediscovers the beauty of living. A Source of Inspiration They ignite in him a renewed appreciation for the world’s wonders, making his immortal existence not only bearable but truly fulfilling. Elrond views his significant other as the embodiment of all that he holds dear—hope, wisdom, peace, and love. To him, they are more than a partner; they are a lifeline, a soulmate, and the very heart of his existence.

How Does Elrond Act When Falling Out of Love? Elrond does not fall out of love lightly; his emotions, once given, are profound and enduring. Love for him is not a fleeting sentiment but a deep connection built over time, and the loss of such a bond would weigh heavily on his heart. However, if the relationship becomes strained or the connection fades, Elrond’s response reflects his wisdom, empathy, and integrity. Withdrawn as Elrond is naturally introspective, and when his emotions begin to shift, he retreats inward to process his feelings. Solitude Over Words Rather than confront the situation impulsively, Elrond spends more time alone, reflecting on the cause of the fading bond. He would carefully analyze whether it is a passing shadow or a true sign that the relationship is faltering. Guarded Emotions While he is usually warm and expressive with those he loves, in this state, his emotional walls subtly rise. He may appear more composed and reserved, offering fewer glimpses into his heart. Quiet Longing Even as his love begins to wane, he mourns the loss of the connection, as he holds great respect for the relationship they once shared. Distant but Respectful Though Elrond may feel a growing distance in his heart, he would never act with cruelty or thoughtlessness. His innate kindness and sense of honor guide him in handling the situation with care.

Gentle Detachment While his warmth and affection may diminish, Elrond ensures that he is never dismissive or unkind. He continues to offer respect, understanding, and support, even as his own feelings begin to fade. Honest Communication Elrond values truth and would not leave his partner in the dark about his emotions. When the time comes, he approaches the subject with grace, speaking from a place of compassion and empathy to ensure his partner’s dignity is preserved. Prioritizing Resolution He seeks not to place blame or dwell on what was lost but to find a thoughtful and peaceful resolution. Whether the relationship ends or transforms into a friendship, he desires a parting built on mutual understanding. Torn by Guilt and Responsibility For someone of Elrond’s depth, falling out of love is not a simple matter—it is accompanied by inner conflict. Burden of Emotion He feels a profound sense of responsibility for the other person’s well-being and struggles with the idea of causing them pain. This emotional burden weighs heavily on him, making it difficult for him to let go entirely. Lingering Affection Even if love fades, his respect and care for his partner do not vanish. He carries their memory and the lessons of their relationship with him, cherishing what they once shared. In the rare instance that Elrond finds himself falling out of love, he approaches the situation with the same thoughtfulness and wisdom that define him. While his heart may become distant, his actions remain considerate, ensuring that both he and his partner can part ways with grace and dignity.

Will Elrond Do Anything for His Significant Other? Yes, Elrond would go to extraordinary lengths for his beloved, driven by a love that is deep, steadfast, and noble. However, his wisdom and sense of justice prevent him from being swayed by manipulation or false displays of emotion. For Elrond, love is built on trust, honesty, and authenticity—principles he holds sacred. Bound by Duty and Love Elrond’s devotion is not simply a fleeting sentiment but a sacred commitment. He sees his significant other as part of his very being, and his love manifests in action as much as emotion. Unyielding Loyalty If his beloved is in true need, no force—be it vast distance, perilous danger, or personal cost—could dissuade him from coming to their aid. His steadfast nature ensures that their well-being takes precedence over his own. Sacrificial Love as Elrond is no stranger to sacrifice, and for his significant other, he would not hesitate to put himself in harm’s way or endure great hardship. Whether it means drawing on his immense knowledge or summoning all his strength, he would do whatever is necessary to protect or comfort them. Pragmatic Devotion While his love is boundless, Elrond is not impulsive. He carefully considers the best course of action, ensuring that his efforts truly serve his beloved rather than simply acting out of passion or desperation. Immune to Manipulation While Elrond’s love is unwavering, he values truth and sincerity above all. His wisdom, shaped by centuries of experience, allows him to see through falsehoods and emotional theatrics.

Unshaken by Crocodile Tears as Elrond is compassionate, but he is also discerning. Attempts to manipulate him through exaggerated displays of emotion or dishonesty would not succeed. He recognizes the importance of addressing genuine needs, not fleeting whims or deceptions. Respect for Integrity His actions are rooted in a mutual respect that defines his relationships. He values open communication and trusts his partner to be honest about their feelings and needs. Without that honesty, the foundation of their bond would falter. A Balance of Love and Wisdom as Elrond’s willingness to do anything for his significant other does not mean he is reckless or blind in his devotion. His decisions are always guided by his wisdom, ensuring that his actions truly benefit the one he loves. Providing Without Enabling If his significant other were to struggle with a challenge they needed to face themselves, Elrond would support them, but he would not take away their agency. He believes in their strength and encourages them to grow through their trials. Uplifting, Not Overpowering Elrond’s love does not overwhelm or stifle. Instead, he seeks to empower his beloved, offering them the freedom to thrive while knowing they have his unwavering support. In every way, Elrond’s love is a balance of passion and prudence, sacrifice and sincerity. He would do anything for his significant other, as long as it is rooted in truth and serves their greater good. His devotion is enduring, his actions selfless, and his heart unfaltering in the face of any trial.

How Does Elrond Kiss? Elrond’s kisses are a reflection of his deeply emotional and thoughtful nature. Each kiss carries meaning, devotion, and layers of affection, tailored to the moment and his connection with his beloved. Slow and Reverent For Elrond, a kiss is never rushed or careless; it is a sacred expression of love and connection. A Gesture of Worship Each kiss feels like a quiet act of reverence, as though he is honoring the bond between them. His lips meet his beloved’s with a slow and deliberate tenderness that speaks of his profound respect and devotion. Mindful Presence When Elrond kisses, he is entirely present. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them, and he pours his full attention into the moment. It’s as if time itself slows to match the pace of his love. Full of Depth and Emotion Every kiss from Elrond carries the weight of his enduring feelings, an unspoken language of love that words cannot capture. Lingering Passion His kisses are never hurried; his lips linger as if trying to etch the moment into memory. It’s as if he is savoring the taste of the connection, ensuring it stays with him long after. Intimate Gestures if Elrond often cradles his beloved’s face in his hands, his touch as gentle as a feather. The way his fingertips brush against their skin speaks of his tenderness, while his gaze holds theirs both before and after the kiss, ensuring they feel seen, loved, and cherished. Unforgettable Intensity His kisses convey the depth of his emotions—whether it is gratitude, longing, or comfort—making each one feel as though it carries the entirety of his heart.

Occasionally Playful Though he is often composed and serious, Elrond is not without his lighter, affectionate side. His kisses can surprise with their warmth and playfulness. Soft, Teasing Pecks When the mood is light, Elrond may catch his significant other off guard with gentle, fleeting pecks on their forehead, nose, or lips, accompanied by a rare, amused smile. Quiet Laughter These playful kisses often come with a soft chuckle or a glimmer of mirth in his eyes, reminding his beloved that even a being of such wisdom and gravitas has moments of pure joy and affection. A Balance of Passion and Playfulness as Elrond’s playful kisses are a reminder of the depth of his love—not just as a wise and noble elf-lord but as a partner who treasures even the simplest, most carefree moments with his beloved.

What’s Elrond’s Favorite Part of His Significant Other? Elrond’s love is deep and multifaceted, and his admiration for his significant other goes far beyond the surface. He cherishes not just their physical traits but the qualities that make them who they are, focusing on the aspects that touch his soul and inspire him. Their Mind as Elrond is captivated by the brilliance of his significant other’s mind. Intelligence and Wit He adores their sharp intellect and their ability to engage in meaningful conversations. Whether discussing the intricacies of history, philosophy, or even a lighthearted debate, their thoughts and insights leave him in awe. Elrond finds their curiosity and eagerness to learn endlessly inspiring. It reminds him of the importance of always seeking knowledge and growth, even in a world so ancient and vast. Unique Perspective He treasures the way they view the world, often gaining new insights or a fresh outlook from their words. To Elrond, their mind is a place of wonder, one he feels honored to explore and share in.

Their Heart For Elrond, the beauty of his beloved’s heart surpasses all else. Kindness He is deeply moved by their empathy and compassion, seeing it as a light that shines even in the darkest of times. Their ability to care for others, whether through small acts or grand gestures, is something he holds in the highest regard. Courage as Elrond admires the quiet strength and bravery within their heart. Whether they face adversity with resilience or stand up for what they believe in, their courage fills him with pride and inspires him to be stronger himself. A Beauty Beyond the Physical While their outward appearance may catch his eye, it is their inner beauty—their warmth, kindness, and goodness—that truly captivates him. He believes the radiance of their heart is what makes them truly extraordinary.

Their Hands Elrond has a particular fondness for their hands, which he sees as a symbol of strength, tenderness, and connection. Strength and Skill Whether their hands are skilled in craft, music, healing, or any other endeavor, Elrond marvels at their capability. He admires how their hands reflect both their strength and their ability to create, nurture, or protect. Tenderness He treasures the moments when their hands touch his, whether in a reassuring squeeze, a comforting caress, or a simple gesture of affection. To him, their touch carries a warmth and intimacy that words cannot convey. Comfort and Bond Holding their hand is one of his favorite things, a simple act that fills him with peace and reassurance. It’s a tangible reminder of their connection, a silent promise of support and love. (Loves giving their hands a kiss) The Depth of His Affection Elrond’s favorite parts of his significant other are reflections of his own values: wisdom, kindness, courage, and connection. While he may notice and admire their physical beauty, it is their mind, heart, and hands that he cherishes most deeply. Through them, he finds inspiration, comfort, and a profound sense of love that transcends time and circumstance.

Is Elrond Protective? Absolutely. Elrond’s protectiveness stems from a place of deep love, wisdom, and his unwavering sense of responsibility. Having endured countless losses over his centuries-long life, he treasures those he holds dear and will go to great lengths to keep them safe. His protectiveness is not stifling but rather a careful balance of vigilance, care, and respect for their independence. Strategic Protector Elrond’s protection is guided by foresight and meticulous planning. Anticipating Threats Elrond is always one step ahead, carefully analyzing potential dangers and planning contingencies to avoid unnecessary risks. Whether it’s a physical threat, emotional hardship, or political turmoil, he works tirelessly to prepare for any eventuality. Wisdom as a Weapon With his vast knowledge and experience, Elrond relies on more than just strength to safeguard his significant other. He often uses diplomacy, strategy, and his ability to predict outcomes to ensure their safety without unnecessary conflict. Creating Safe Environments Whether ensuring Rivendell remains a sanctuary or preparing for journeys into unknown lands, Elrond’s first thought is always their well-being. His protective nature extends to making their surroundings as secure and peaceful as possible.

Subtle but Steadfast Elrond’s protectiveness is quiet yet unshakable. A Constant Shield as Elrond’s presence is like an invisible shield. Even when he is not physically by their side, his influence—be it through trusted allies, wards of protection, or the resources of Rivendell—remains a constant safeguard against harm. Respectful of Independence as Elrond does not smother or undermine his significant other’s autonomy. Instead, he offers his protection in a way that empowers them, standing beside them as an equal rather than overshadowing them. His protectiveness is a partnership, not a prison. Sacrificial Love If the situation calls for it, Elrond would not hesitate to place himself in harm’s way to protect his beloved. His love is selfless, and he values their life and happiness above his own.

Emotional Protection Elrond’s protectiveness extends beyond physical safety to include their emotional well-being. A Safe Harbor Elrond strives to be a refuge for his significant other, offering comfort, understanding, and unwavering support when they face struggles or fears. Guarding Against Pain He is quick to shield them from unnecessary emotional burdens, taking on challenges himself if it spares them distressed. At the same time, he respects their strength and only steps in when it’s truly needed. Healing and Reassurance With his gentle demeanour and mastery of healing arts, Elrond ensures his significant other feels secure not just in body but also in heart and spirit. His words and actions are always aimed at soothing their worries and reinforcing their bond. A Protector Born of Love Elrond’s protectiveness is never rooted in control or fear but in love and an enduring sense of responsibility. His significant other can always trust that he has their best interests at heart, balancing his role as their protector with his respect for their independence. Whether through careful strategy, steadfast presence, or emotional care, Elrond’s protective nature is a testament to the depth of his devotion.

How Far Will Elrond Go to Take Care of a Sick Significant Other? Elrond’s unwavering devotion and exceptional healing skills make him an unparalleled caretaker when his significant other falls ill. His actions are guided by love, wisdom, and a profound sense of duty, ensuring their recovery becomes his foremost priority. Every step he takes is imbued with the meticulous care and tenderness that only centuries of experience and deep affection can provide. An Ever-Present Guardian Elrond is the kind of caretaker who remains by their side without fail. Constant Vigilance Day and night, he stays with his significant other, keeping a watchful eye over their condition. Even in moments of rest, he ensures someone trustworthy is nearby to provide assistance if needed. Tender Comfort From cooling their forehead with a damp cloth to holding their hand during moments of discomfort, Elrond offers quiet reassurances through every small act. His touch is steady, his voice soothing, and his presence an anchor amidst their pain. Monitoring Recovery Elrond’s meticulous nature means he tracks every detail of their illness, adjusting treatments as needed and never leaving anything to chance. Master of Elven Healing as Elrond’s unparalleled knowledge of healing makes him a formidable ally in times of illness. Herbs and Remedies Drawing from his vast knowledge of Middle-earth’s flora, Elrond prepares herbal infusions, salves, and tinctures tailored to their ailment. Every remedy is crafted with precision, ensuring the highest chance of recovery. Elven Healing Arts Through gentle chants and healing spells, Elrond channels his energy into easing their pain and accelerating their recovery. His abilities as a healer are as much spiritual as they are physical, mending not just their body but also their spirit. A Healing Sanctuary Elrond creates an environment of peace and tranquility that fosters recovery. Whether in the halls of Rivendell or a secluded haven, the space is imbued with the serenity of elven grace, free from stress or disturbance.

A Relentless Quest for Their Well-Being Elrond’s care knows no limits, and he is willing to go to extraordinary lengths to ensure their recovery. Seeking Rare Remedies If their illness requires a cure beyond his reach, Elrond would not hesitate to journey across Middle-earth, braving dangerous terrain or negotiating with distant allies to find what is needed. He values their life above any risk to his own. Summoning the Best Healers Elrond is not one to let pride interfere with their care. If he believes another healer could assist—be it a wise woman in a distant village or an elven healer from another realm—he will send for them without delay. Rallying ResourcesRivendell’s wealth of knowledge and resources would be entirely at their disposal. From rare herbs to ancient tomes, Elrond uses every tool available to ensure they are given the best chance of recovery. Emotional and Spiritual Support as Elrond’s care extends beyond the physical, as he is deeply attuned to their emotional needs. A Source of Strength as Elrond remains calm and composed, offering his significant other a sense of stability in their most vulnerable moments. His quiet confidence assures them that they are in the best of hands. Gentle Reassurance He whispers words of encouragement and hope, reminding them of their strength and his unwavering belief in their recovery. His presence alone is enough to lift their spirits. Easing Their Mind as Elrond handles every detail of their care so they can focus entirely on resting and healing, shielding them from unnecessary worries or burdens. An Act of Love Beyond Measure For Elrond, taking care of a sick significant other is not merely a duty—it is an act of love that comes naturally to him. He spares no effort, no resource, and no amount of time in ensuring their comfort and recovery. His care is deeply personal, driven by a bond that transcends the physical, and his steadfast presence ensures they never face their illness alone.

How Does Elrond Cheer Up His Significant Other? Through Quiet Comfort? Elrond’s approach to cheering up his significant other is as gentle and thoughtful as his nature, shaped by centuries of wisdom and compassion. He knows that sometimes, the most powerful way to lift someone’s spirits is through quiet presence, tender gestures, and meaningful connection. Through Quiet Comfort Elrond understands the power of simply being there. Silent Reassurance When his significant other is feeling low, he doesn’t always need to speak. Sometimes, just sitting beside them in silence, holding their hand, or placing an arm around their shoulders speaks volumes. His presence alone conveys a sense of safety, calm, and reassurance. A Gentle Embrace He may pull them into a warm embrace, where time seems to slow. His touch is soft but strong, offering a sense of peace that calms any turbulence within them. Physical Comfort If they are weary or troubled, Elrond may gently massage their hands or shoulders, guiding them into a state of relaxation. His healing touch is not just for physical ailments, but to ease emotional burdens as well. By Sharing Stories Elrond is a master storyteller, using his vast knowledge of Middle-earth’s history to bring joy and perspective. Hopeful Tales of the Past He might recount tales from ancient times—stories of triumph over darkness, of resilience, and of love that endured despite the odds. These stories not only lift their spirits but also remind them that joy and hope can be found even in the most trying of times. Amusing MemoriesElrond, though often serious, has a sense of humor that emerges in the most unexpected moments. He may share amusing memories of his younger days or lighthearted anecdotes from his time in Rivendell. His laughter, though rare, is contagious and offers a momentary escape from whatever is troubling them. Personal Reflections In quieter moments, Elrond may speak of personal memories that show his vulnerable side—his thoughts on their relationship, how they’ve grown together, and how much they mean to him. His words create an emotional connection that heals more than any story could.

Through Romantic Gestures Elrond’s love language extends to sweet, thoughtful gestures that reinforce his deep affection. A Stroll Through Rivendell’s Gardens Elrond may invite them on a peaceful walk through Rivendell’s serene gardens, where the beauty of nature mirrors the peace he wishes to instill in them. The quiet rustling of leaves, the gentle flow of streams, and the soft glow of moonlight create an atmosphere of tranquility and renewal. Shared Moments of Solitude Sometimes, Elrond suggests they spend time alone together, perhaps reading a favorite book by the hearth or enjoying a quiet dinner. His love for them is evident in every small detail—the way he prepares their favorite meal, or the way he places a warm cup of tea in their hands. An Unexpected Gift If he senses they need a boost, Elrond may present them with something special—a small token that holds personal meaning. It could be a rare flower from the gardens, a well-chosen book, or an item that symbolizes a cherished memory between them. The gesture is never extravagant, but always thoughtful and deeply meaningful. Gentle Affection He often conveys his affection with small, tender touches—brushing a lock of hair from their face, a fleeting kiss on the forehead, or a gentle caress of their cheek. These gestures speak volumes, offering them the quiet reassurance that they are cherished and loved. An Effortless Blend of Comfort and Love Elrond’s way of cheering up his significant other is never about grand gestures or quick fixes. Instead, it is about creating an atmosphere where they feel safe, cherished, and understood. Whether through silent comfort, storytelling, or romantic moments, his efforts are always infused with tenderness and care. He knows that sometimes, the most powerful way to heal is through quiet moments of connection, and it is in these moments that his love shines the brightest.

How Does Elrond React to the Death of His Significant Other? The death of his significant other would bring an overwhelming wave of grief to Elrond, for his love runs deep and enduring. Though he may hold the dignity of a stoic leader, within him would be an agony that time could never fully erase. Elrond’s reaction to such a loss is a delicate balance of inner sorrow and outward restraint. Grief-Stricken but Stoic Elrond would be completely devastated, though he might not display this devastation in an overt, dramatic manner. Stoic On the Outside Elrond, having lived through the many losses of his long life, is accustomed to hiding his pain behind a veil of composure. He would not cry out or fall to despair in front of others, but his eyes, once full of life, would hold a depth of sorrow that only those closest to him might recognize. Silence and Reflection His grief would manifest in a solemn quietness. His normally thoughtful nature would turn inward, and he would speak less often, reflecting deeply on the love they shared and the life they had built together. Though outwardly stoic, the weight of his loss would change him permanently. Unwavering Dedication to Their Memory He would honor their memory in his every action. Whether it be through a quiet prayer to the Valar or through the choices he makes in Rivendell, Elrond would constantly carry them in his heart, as if a part of their spirit lived on in everything he did. Retreat into Solitude Elrond would need time alone to process the overwhelming grief of losing someone so dear. Seeking Solitude After the death of his beloved, Elrond would withdraw from others. He would spend days, perhaps weeks, in seclusion—reflecting, grieving, and searching for peace within himself. The walls of Rivendell, usually filled with bustling life, would feel empty to him, a constant reminder of the absence of his loved one. Mourning in Quietude His solitude would not be one of avoidance, but rather of deep contemplation. Elrond would spend hours walking through the gardens they once shared, sitting by the riverside where they laughed together, or gazing at the stars they once admired. His mind would wander through memories, and each familiar place would evoke both sorrow and love. Rituals of Remembrance He may hold private ceremonies to honor their spirit, lighting candles in their memory or offering flowers at a place that was meaningful to them both. These rituals would help him process his grief and keep the connection with his lost love alive.

Eternal Memory Elrond’s memory of his significant other would never fade; their love would be woven into the fabric of his existence. Carrying Their Memory Even after centuries, Elrond would continue to honor them. Their presence would never truly leave him, as he carries their essence in the deepest recesses of his heart. He may occasionally speak of them to his children or share stories about them with those who were close to them both. A Legacy Preserved He would not only keep their memory alive in his heart but would honor them through his deeds and choices. In his role as Lord of Rivendell, Elrond might preserving their legacy in the knowledge shared with others, through acts of kindness inspired by his love for them, or by championing causes they cared about. A Soul Bound by Love In his quiet moments, Elrond would still speak their name in soft reverence, feeling their presence in the wind or in the sunlight. Though they are no longer with him in the physical world, their love would transcend time, remaining an integral part of who he is. The eternal bond between them cannot be severed by death. An Unforgettable Loss For Elrond, the loss of his beloved would be a profound wound, one that would never fully heal but would instead shape his existence. His reaction would be a testament to his strength—he would grieve deeply, but never forget. The love they shared would remain an indelible part of him, guiding him through the rest of his long life. Despite the passing of time, Elrond would continue to honor their memory, holding them close in both thought and heart, an eternal presence in his life.

What Makes Elrond Worry About His Significant Other the Most? For Elrond, love is intertwined with a profound sense of responsibility and concern for the well-being of those he holds dear. His long life has been shaped by the struggles and sorrows of Middle-earth, and this makes his worries for his significant other all the more intense. While he is wise and composed, his deep affection makes him fear the various dangers that could threaten the happiness and safety of the one he loves.

Their Safety Elrond’s love is protective, and in a world fraught with peril, his primary concern is always their safety. Constant Vigilance Elrond is a warrior at heart, and while he prefers to solve matters with wisdom and diplomacy, his strategic mind never ceases to consider the potential dangers his lover might face. Whether it be the threat of war, the shadows of evil creeping through Middle-earth, or the more subtle dangers that arise from day-to-day life, he is always alert. Shielding Them from Harm Though not overbearing, Elrond will often go to great lengths to ensure they are safe. His protective nature ensures that he arranges guards, takes measures to secure Rivendell, or even places wards and protections around them. His concern for their safety becomes a quiet undercurrent in his every action. Worry in Silence He may not always voice it, but Elrond’s heart carries a heavy weight whenever his lover is in a dangerous situation. He can become anxious and even distracted, though he would never burden them with his worries unless it is necessary.

Their Mortality (if Applicable) If his lover is mortal, Elrond is haunted by the tragic inevitability of their eventual departure. The Weight of Immortality Elrond’s long life is both a gift and a curse. As an immortal elf, he witnesses the fleeting nature of mortal lives. This disparity often weighs heavily on his heart. He knows that no matter how deep their love may be, he will one day have to live without them. Fearing the Inevitable Separation While Elrond strives to cherish every moment with his lover, the knowledge that they will age and eventually pass away, while he remains unchanged, haunts him. This makes him cautious, sometimes withdrawn, or even distant, as he grapples with the knowledge that the bond they share is a temporary one in comparison to his eternal existence. Desperation for Time Elrond finds himself holding onto time more tightly, wishing he could stop it, or at least stretch it for as long as possible. He may sometimes go into quiet reflection, unable to escape the looming future, wondering if he will ever be able to cope with the loss of someone so deeply cherished.

Their Happiness Elrond’s heart is dedicated not only to protecting his lover but also to ensuring their emotional well-being and joy. Fears of Burdening Them Elrond is a man of duty and responsibility, often finding himself caught between the weight of his obligations as Lord of Rivendell and his love for his partner. He worries that the demands of his role and the burdens he carries might affect their happiness. His deep sense of duty sometimes makes him question if they are burdened by the responsibility of sharing a life with him. Is Their Heart at Peace? Elrond pays close attention to his lover’s emotional state, and he worries if they are feeling neglected or unappreciated, particularly when he becomes absorbed in the weight of his leadership. Though he is usually steady and composed, Elrond’s worry surfaces when he sees any sign that his lover may feel overshadowed or weary from the sacrifices he must make for Rivendell. Striving for Balance Elrond is sensitive to their needs and strives to create moments of peace and joy for them, offering his support and affection in quiet ways, hoping to ease their burdens. But still, in the back of his mind, he wonders whether he can truly balance the demands of his people with the needs of his heart. A Heart Forever on Guard Elrond’s worries stem from the deep love he holds for his significant other and the quiet but constant concern for their well-being. Whether it be fearing for their safety, the inevitability of their mortality, or the potential strain of a shared life filled with responsibility, his heart remains ever vigilant. He will do whatever it takes to protect them and ensure their happiness, even if it means carrying the weight of these worries in silence.

How Often Does Elrond Stare Lovingly at His Significant Other? Elrond’s love is quiet, but it runs deeply, and his gaze is a reflection of this unspoken affection. His admiration for his significant other is something that he often expresses in subtle, yet meaningful ways. Though he is a man of duty and composure, there are countless moments when his eyes betray the depths of his feelings. When They’re Not Looking Elrond is discreet by nature, so when his lover is not looking, he often allows himself to simply gaze at them. In Quiet Contemplation Whether they’re absorbed in a task, lost in thought, or simply enjoying a peaceful moment, Elrond will gaze at them with quiet reverence. His eyes soften, filled with tenderness and wonder, as he marvels at the grace and beauty that his lover possesses—both inside and out. Silent Adoration Even in the busiest moments, when the world seems to pull at him from all sides, Elrond often finds himself stealing glances when his lover is unaware. It’s a moment of pure adoration—free of words, where his gaze does all the talking. His love is so evident in these quiet glances that even the smallest shifts in their expression can captivate him.

During Quiet Moments Together When Elrond and his lover find themselves alone, those intimate, peaceful moments become an opportunity for him to express his emotions through his eyes. Unspoken Connection Whether sitting side by side in Rivendell’s gardens, walking along the river, or simply sharing a meal, Elrond often looks at his lover in a way that is both deep and silent. In these moments, he allows his eyes to communicate the love, trust, and admiration that fills his heart. Locking Eyes There are moments when their gazes meet, and a quiet understanding passes between them. It is as if the world around them ceases to exist for just a heartbeat, and all that remains is the connection they share. These silent exchanges are often where Elrond’s deepest emotions come to light—no words are needed when the depth of his feelings is so clear in the softness of his expression. When They Speak or Laugh Elrond’s love shines brightest in moments of shared joy and conversation. Admiring Their Words When his lover speaks, whether it be a clever comment, a gentle observation, or a passionate declaration, Elrond listens with rapt attention. His eyes often follow their lips, absorbing every word, as if he finds their very voice enchanting. Laughter and Lightness In moments of laughter, when his lover is at ease, Elrond watches them with an almost childlike admiration. Their smile, their laughter—he holds it in his heart, taking delight in the joy they bring to the world. The happiness in their eyes only deepens his love for them. A Love Seen in the Eyes Elrond’s love is not just shown through words or deeds, but through his gaze—subtle yet full of meaning. His eyes express what his heart feels deeply, offering a silent, ongoing dialogue of affection and devotion. Whether it is during quiet moments, or when his lover is unaware, Elrond’s love is constantly visible in the way he looks at them—silent, timeless, and profound.

How Does Elrond Impress His Significant Other? Elrond’s ability to impress his significant other is a combination of his deep wisdom, graceful actions, and timeless romantic gestures. Each of these reflects his devotion and love, leaving a lasting impact on the one he cherishes. Through His Wisdom as Elrond’s vast knowledge and experience are some of his most captivating qualities. Insightful ConversationsElrond often shares the ancient wisdom of Middle-earth, weaving tales of history, legends, and the deep intricacies of the world’s workings. His lover is drawn to his eloquence, as his words not only enlighten but evoke a sense of awe. His knowledge extends beyond lore—he shares his understanding of life, nature, and love, offering his lover a broader perspective of the world. Thoughtful Counsel When his lover faces a dilemma, Elrond’s advice is both wise and compassionate. His ability to look at things from multiple perspectives—shaped by centuries of experience—leaves them both awestruck and comforted. Whether practical or philosophical, Elrond’s counsel is always delivered with calm assurance, making his significant other feel both cherished and understood. By His Actions Elrond’s competence and grace are consistently apparent in his actions, whether they be mundane or extraordinary. Calm Leadership As Lord of Rivendell, Elrond often carries immense responsibility, and he handles it with an ease that commands respect and admiration. His lover is impressed by how effortlessly he navigates complex issues, resolving conflicts and leading with both strength and kindness. Effortless Elegance Whether he is hosting an event at Rivendell or participating in a simple shared moment with his lover, Elrond’s graceful nature is always evident. His presence is steady, calm, and dignified, and it is through these quiet, powerful actions that his lover sees the depth of his strength and character. Protective Care In times of danger or uncertainty, Elrond’s protective instinct is undeniable. His ability to anticipate and prepare for challenges makes him a source of unwavering support. His actions are always in service of his loved ones, and his significant other is touched by his constant readiness to put their well-being first.

With His Romantic Gestures Though Elrond is a figure of wisdom and strength, his romantic side is equally captivating. Thoughtful Gifts Elrond’s gifts are deeply meaningful, often chosen with great care to reflect his lover’s personality and their shared experiences. A piece of jewelry inscribed with Elvish runes, a rare flower from Rivendell, or a hand-carved token—each gift is a symbol of his love and the depth of his affection. Handwritten Letters in Elvish One of Elrond’s most endearing romantic gestures is his ability to express his love through the written word. His letters, often penned in flowing Elvish script, carry not just poetic verses, but intimate expressions of his thoughts and feelings. Each letter is a treasure, revealing the softness of his heart and his enduring devotion. A Serenade Under the Stars A true romantic at heart, Elrond might take his lover to a quiet hill under the stars, serenading them with ancient songs of Elvish love and longing. The melodies are soft and haunting, filled with centuries of meaning, and he sings not just with his voice but with his soul. Quiet, Meaningful Moments.Even without grand gestures, Elrond has a way of impressing through the simple acts of attention and care. Sharing quiet moments in Rivendell’s serene gardens, gazing at the stars together, or walking along the river’s edge—these moments are a reflection of Elrond’s deep appreciation and love for his significant other. A Love That Endures Through Time Elrond impresses not with fleeting gestures, but with his enduring devotion, the depth of his wisdom, and the care he shows through every word and action. His love is timeless, and he expresses it in ways that leave an everlasting impression on his significant other, making each moment shared with him a cherished memory.

Extra bonus (these parts just for fun, love writing them 😈🙈)

✶ Elrond’s hair is a mystery every morning. Elrond wakes up every day with his hair looking like he spent the night wrestling with a windstorm. His perfectly styled locks are a tangled, wild mess of curls and stray strands. Despite hardly moving in his sleep, it always ends up looking like a bird’s nest, full of knots and random curls. He has no idea how it happens, but he spends extra time carefully combing it out each morning, grumbling under his breath about how unruly his hair is for someone so dignified.

✶ He’s an absolute sucker for small, mundane kindnesses. He’ll rarely admit it, but there are moments when a small gesture—like a handmade gift or an unexpected act of kindness—will absolutely melt his heart. It’s often the simplest things, like a perfectly prepared meal, or a smile from someone he cares about. It’s something he treasures deeply in his immortal life.

✶ He secretly enjoys quiet moments with a glass of wine and an ancient scroll of poetry. Elrond may be seen as dignified and reserved, but there’s a rare, private indulgence he has: a glass of fine wine, and a scroll of ancient poetry, often from the First Age. He savors the words, not for their grandeur, but for the way they evoke memories of a world long gone. This is one of his favorite ways to unwind after a long day of decision-making.

✶ Elrond has a secret love for bubble baths. Despite his composed and dignified exterior, Elrond secretly enjoys the rare indulgence of a long, peaceful bubble bath. It’s a guilty pleasure that he’ll partake in during moments of solitude. He likes the feeling of being weightless, surrounded by warm water and the occasional fragrant bath oil—though no one else is allowed to know about this.

✶ He has a “disappearing cup” problem. No matter how many cups Elrond owns, he can never seem to keep track of them. He’ll leave them all over Rivendell—on windowsills, in the library, tucked away in corners—and then spend hours searching for them when he wants a drink. It’s a running joke among his friends and family that Elrond is always one cup short of a full set.

✶ He talks to animals. While not openly known to all, Elrond has a way with animals. He can communicate with them, or at least understand their thoughts and needs, on an almost spiritual level. Birds follow him around, and occasionally he’ll spend hours quietly sitting by a stream, listening to the birds or squirrels. He’s not sure why he does it, but the soft chatter of woodland creatures always helps him clear his mind.

✶ He’s a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to writing letters. Elrond takes an inordinate amount of time crafting letters, whether they’re diplomatic missives or personal ones. Each word is carefully considered, and if one letter doesn’t look just right on the parchment, he’ll crumple it up and start over. He’s written dozens of drafts for simple letters, and no one’s allowed to read them until he’s fully satisfied with the final version.

✶ He’s Always the Last to Realize He’s Forgotten Something. Elrond, despite being wise and organized, always seems to forget something important—usually a meeting or an item for a journey. Everyone knows that if Elrond is heading out, someone will have to remind him to bring his map, his healing pouch, or his coat. He’ll usually remember halfway to wherever he’s going and sigh in exasperation.

✶ Elrond has an endless supply of old books and scrolls in his study. What is he always reading? Is he just re-reading things he’s already read hundreds of times? Or does he occasionally get lost in new material? Either way, there’s always a book in his hand—he’s convinced that you never stop learning, no matter how old you get.

✶ Sneaks Extra Dessert Elrond, despite being the lord of Rivendell, has a secret sweet tooth. He’ll discreetly sneak an extra piece of dessert, especially if it’s something rich and decadent like elven honey cakes or fruit tarts. He tries to hide it by subtly passing his plate to a servant or one of his children, but it’s obvious to everyone that he’s indulging. He even pretends it’s for “health reasons,” but everyone knows the truth.

✶ Tapping His Lips with His Fingers Sometimes, when Elrond is speaking with others or trying to process his own thoughts, he will absentmindedly tap his lips with his fingers. It’s not a conscious action, but one that provides him a sense of calm when navigating difficult conversations or complex problems. His companions know this well, and while he tries to suppress it in formal settings, it’s something he can’t entirely control.

✶ Shaking His Hands When Nervous Elrond, despite his composed exterior, often finds his hands shaking slightly when he’s feeling overwhelmed or stressed. His long fingers flutter and shake involuntarily as a coping mechanism. He tries to hide it by clasping his hands together or smoothing his robes, but when the anxiety gets too high, his hands betray him. Those close to him—like his sons—have noticed and sometimes make a gentle joke about it, which only makes him blush and hide his hands even more.

#Elrond #Elrond x reader #elrond peredhel #elrond peredhel x reader #lord Elrond #lord elrond x reader #elrond of rivendell #Elrond simps #Elrond supremacy #elrond headcanons #Elrond headcanon #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr elves

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chronicbitchsyndrome · 10 months ago

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the thing that allistics talking about social skills never seem to grasp is that i do not SEE body language or facial expressions. i am not some innocent adorably stupid little darling who's never been taught what a frown means and so now i feel like everyone is hostile to me because i'm not participating in the Necessary And Unbiased social ritual that lets everyone know i'm Safe and a Real Person.

no, i spent 10 years regularly attending social skills courses. as in, weekly at minimum, for a lot of it daily. i still cannot read body language or facial expressions because i LITERALLY CANNOT SEE THEM. i am partially faceblind. my visual processing is ganked to the point that even though i am not blind i need to use IDs to understand images. these are VERY common traits in autism, this isn't a special "just me" thing. if someone makes a face at me, i can't SEE it. sometimes i can tell that some of their facial muscles are moving, but i have no idea what they're doing and very little ability to piece together what the end result looks like as a whole picture. sometimes i can see when someone is leaning away from me, or if their whole body is shaking or something, but anything less whole-body and cartoonish than that is literally invisible to me.

allistic social norms are built around treating me as scary and unsafe for not participating in them, and i LITERALLY CANNOT SEE a good portion of what they're based on. the less physical bits--implications and social context, etc--are 10x harder when you essentially can't speak half the language, and that's not even touching on how those parts can be near impossible on their own if you have a slow processing speed--which i also do. it takes me 30-60 seconds minimum to fully process a spoken sentence and understand what the unspoken and nuanced implications of it could be, and by then i have already been slotted into "unsafe creep" territory by being entirely silent for 45 seconds. and i am considered socially adept and to have very fast processing among my autistic peers. my barriers here are MINOR compared to someone very severely socially impaired.

this is why explaining to autistics the purposes of allistic social rules and nuances and giving us tips on how to navigate them is condescending and cruel as hell. you're dangling in our faces how important and necessary and integral it is to do something we literally CAN'T do and implicitly justifying us being seen as dangerous and socially undesirable for not doing it. and you're framing it as helping because you're "teaching" us. but it's like teaching a colorblind person color theory; maybe once in a while someone will be interested, but it'll always be significantly harder for them to learn than someone who isn't colorblind, and their experience with it will always be profoundly qualitatively different and produce different results, even subtly. and their existence doesn't mean that the REST of colorblind people who don't have that energy and time and investment should just put up with literally every road sign being written in red on green when you could just make signs that are black on white to begin with.

#dyspunktional #actuallyautistic #antipsych #actually autistic #autism appreciation #anti psychiatry #autpunk

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voiceofthe · 2 months ago

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skeptic is divorced but he's, like, tastefully divorced. subtly divorced. divorced as consequence of his archetype. wounded wild, eye of the needle, and adversary!fury are all implicitly divorced. happily ever after is more of a widow than a divorcee & the opportunist is not divorced so much as he is simply divorceable. the cheated is also not divorced, but wishes he was

#my posts #i hope youre taking notes this will be on the test #tower is kind of divorced. Like.#doesnt she just seem like someones ex wife

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greenfiend · 2 months ago

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Since your Will takes never miss, I need to ask: what do you think his thought process was like during his six months in Cali regarding his relationship with Mike? I'm sure there were days he clung to the energy of that last smile at his "not possible" and others when he slammed the mailbox while also glaring at the phone and never picking it up himself (your disordered attachment theory!) on the topic kinda, sorry: do you think post-s3!will ever even allowed himself to entertain the thought he could have a romantic chance with mike fr fr?

Buuuuut then how (or when) do you think the idea of creating the painting for Mike came to be? We know it was 'repurposed' in the van scene, so what do you think its original purpose was in Will's mind? Just an early birthday gift for Mike since they probably wouldn't meet in person in April? An olive branch of sorts? Was he, in earnest, only hoping to talk and go back to 'best friends' (their og dynamic or a more 'sociable' and with less yearning version of it) after the mess that was the summer of '85? < these are just shots in the dark; I'm positive the existence of the painting could have some bigger impact in the story beyond the byler subplot. Would really love to read you thoughts!

Oooo good question!

So, obviously Will missed Mike a lot and probably thought about him every day. At the same time, it was probably easier for him to love Mike from a distance but incredibly painful at times too. When I say easier, I mean that because he’s scared. There’s a lot of guilt and shame bottled up inside of him that he hasn’t worked through yet. Not just from his sexuality, but from his childhood. You know the saying “you accept the love you think you deserve”, and Will doesn’t think he deserves Mike’s love. Mike’s love alone won’t cure that, but Will’s love for himself will. I also think that we aren’t given Mike’s PoV partly because he likely has been initiating and reaching out to Will more than vice versa… we see what Will chooses to see, and that is his “unrequited” love for Mike. Will thinks all he deserves is to love Mike from a distance.

Because of the way the show is constructed, I tend to take clues from the symbolism as well. Will hasn’t been answering the phone. Sure Joyce has that telemarketing job, but that’s just a surface level explanation. Will has ignored Mike’s calls prior to that in ST2. Mike has been trying to reach out, but Will doesn’t answer. He’s afraid. It’s scary to be vulnerable like that.

When it comes to someone with an insecure attachment, connecting romantically can be complicated. The highs can be very high and the lows very low… any feeling of rejection can be devastating. I mean this because it triggers memories of the reason for the insecure attachment in the first place… the problematic parental relationships. In Will’s case, a father who not only rejected him constantly, attempted to shut him out, but also deeply betrayed him by stealing his innocence. Those wounds cut deep. Our relationship with our parents truly shape us and how we view the world.

So basically, Will is desperate for Mike’s love but scared of it at the same time. That’s why he doesn’t pick up the phone, or answer it. He’s stuck with such complicated feelings, not knowing how to express them.

Remember how we are told that Will prefers to draw as a way to communicate? He does just that. He decides to create an artwork for Mike, the best painting he’s ever done.

He works tirelessly, imagining Mike’s possible reactions. He likely decides whether or not to be so bold to paint a heart on Mike’s shield. Will he understand what I’m trying to say here?

I know many people think of the painting as simply an intended platonic gesture, an early birthday gift or an olive branch… but one specific fact makes me think otherwise. That fact is:

Will frequently communicates in code.

It’s hard for him to express himself explicitly, so he does so implicitly… subtly. He doesn’t want Mike to understand, but he also desperately hopes Mike figures it out. This is an important aspect of his character. Just like Stranger Things itself, Will shows and doesn’t tell. So yes, he wanted the painting to appear like a friendly gesture but he wanted the deeper meaning present there too for Mike to uncover.

This leads back Will’s first line directly spoken to Mike:

It is, and always has been, a code. That’s why Mike is confused. Will “didn’t say it” and hopes Mike understands so he “didn’t have to” say it.

Also, you’re absolutely right. The painting is about more than just Byler. It’s about conquering the demons of past, present and future. But this post is pretty long so I won’t go into that here.

#Ask #asks #byler #stranger things #stranger things theory #Will Byers

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aramblingjay · 2 years ago

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After summers of fasting I feel hunger at last Geraskier, touch-starved, bed sharing (2K)

They meet that spring. And the one after, and the one after, and the one after, until it’s six winters later and Geralt leads Roach down the trail from Kaer Morhen with his saddlebags stocked full of human-safe potions and spare lute strings and a bright maroon doublet too small to have the faintest hope of fitting him.

ao3

The first winter he returns to Kaer Morhen, Geralt is asked to describe Jaskier.

“We hear you’ve started traveling with a companion,” Eskel says over dinner. Lambert and Coën go a little too still in the corner to not be listening, and even Vesemir subtly turns his head in their direction—everyone’s been wondering, evidently, and Eskel has been chosen as the best person to pose the question.

“Yes,” he agrees, taking another bite of whatever it is Lambert has decided to pass off as dinner. Some kind of meat, perhaps? It powders in his mouth like chalk.

To his credit, Eskel doesn’t ask who the companion is. “What are they like?” he asks instead, and Geralt doesn’t miss the they. It protects him implicitly the way Eskel always has, assuming nothing, allowing him to reveal exactly as much or as little as he wants, and Geralt is reminded all over again why he’s never been able to deny Eskel anything.

Including this, so he tries to find the right words. It was never his strength, even back when he still had red hair and brown eyes and knew of Witchers only as a fiction told to scare disobedient kids, but it’s even harder now.

“He’s—”

The first description which comes to mind is loud, but that isn’t quite right. Jaskier is loud only in the sense that Geralt is always aware of his presence, a whisper of citrus and jasmine beside him. And he hums incessantly, sometimes accompanied by the twang of his lute, sometimes not—but it isn’t the kind of overbearing, obtrusive singing that loud would suggest. Jaskier’s music is just there, a constant background, as familiar to him now as the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves in the wind.

He’s a bard, Geralt considers saying, but that doesn’t capture the essence of Jaskier, almost suggests he’s nothing without a tune on his lips.

He’s brave. Certainly, he’s the first human Geralt’s met that has never, not once, smelled like fear around him, even when Geralt’s eyes are inky black and he’s more monster than man. But Geralt doesn’t know if that’s bravery or foolhardy, and besides, true bravery is to run toward that which you fear. To not feel the fear at all—that’s something else entirely.

He’s different. True. Not nearly enough to explain.

“He’s kind,” Geralt says finally, and it feels right. There is no kindness to be found here at Kaer Morhen—even Eskel, for all his protectiveness, is not kind. No Witchers are, no Witchers are allowed to be. But Jaskier is the opposite of a Witcher, vivacious like no one Geralt has ever known before, impulsive and free-spirited and wholly kind.

Eskel’s eyes go strangely soft. “Oh, Wolf,” he murmurs, so low only a Witcher could hear.

Geralt looks away. “Anyway, I doubt I will see him again come spring.”

It’s not a lie. Jaskier has undoubtedly moved on to pastures new, wintering in Oxenfurt or Lettenhove or some other place that Witchers wouldn’t set foot, somewhere bright and lively to keep the chill at bay. The chance that their paths will randomly cross again once Geralt comes down the trail in a few months’ time is slim, and he doesn’t expect Jaskier to wait for him either. Jaskier is kind, but not infinitely so, and surely spending another year on the Path beside a Witcher who grunts more than speaks is the last thing he wants.

It’s not a lie, but the words taste bitter on his tongue anyway.

They do meet that spring. And the one after, and the one after, and the one after, until it’s six winters later and Geralt leads Roach down the trail from Kaer Morhen with his saddlebags stocked full of human-safe potions and spare lute strings and a bright maroon doublet too small to have the faintest hope of fitting him.

Geralt dismounts Roach outside The Wolf’s Snout, a grimy-looking inn with a half-broken fence surrounding it, five days’ trek from the bottom of the trail. It is further than he usually travels before stopping—the Kaedweni innkeepers closer to Kaer Morhen are more used to Witchers popping in than those this far out.

(But Jaskier mentioned this inn to him last year, so. Here he is)

He has yet to meet Jaskier in the same inn twice, but somehow they always find each other in one establishment or another on the outskirts of Kaedwen. Geralt no longer doubts whether their paths will cross, the question is only when.

Though he knows Jaskier tends to winter close to the coast, he does not ask how or why Jaskier ends up in Kaedwen every spring. Such a gift is too precious to jeopardize, either by his clumsy questioning or his even clumsier acknowledgment.

Geralt steps inside the inn to a raucous dining area, every available table surrounded by men with red cheeks and loud voices, clearly well on the ale. A good bard would make a pretty coin or two here, he thinks idly, and wonders if that’s why Jaskier mentioned it.

The innkeeper is a short, wiry woman with sharp eyes that rake him from top to bottom as he approaches her.

“Room for the night?” he asks, careful to speak just loud enough to be heard over the din. The innkeeper will know, of course, but nobody else seems to have clocked that he’s a Witcher, and the longer he keeps it that way the smoother his stay will be.

“I won’t be having any trouble here tonight,” she says, but her voice isn’t hostile.

“I won’t give you any.”

A corner of her mouth lifts. “And payment up front. How many nights you staying?”

Several coppers lighter, Geralt ends up in a rather spacious room at the very end of the hall, complete with a bed large enough for two (or one broad Witcher), a second small bed pushed up against a window, a fireplace, and a round tub. The main bed even comes with a feather-padded blanket for warmth. Compared to his usual accommodations, it’s a veritable palace.

He scowls, and dumps his saddlebags in a corner. All this luxury is largely wasted on him, and does little to fill the hollow in his chest that has only grown with every step away from Kaer Morhen.

There’s not much to do here besides take in the finery and rest, so he casts Igni to light a fire and settles into the bed rather quickly. Some dinner would be nice, perhaps, but everything smelled a little too salted and seasoned downstairs—normally he can stomach just about anything, but several months of pampering over winter have narrowed his palette considerably, and it’ll take at least a few weeks time to remember how not to give a fuck again.

Sleep finds him almost immediately after that. It should be one of the most comfortable nights he’s had outside the keep in recent memory, but the emptiness of the room aches in his chest like a physical, tangible thing.

He wakes to citrus and jasmine and a voice he would know anywhere.

“She told me you were in—ah, Geralt. Here you are. Lovely to see you again after a long winter.” Jaskier steps further into the room until he’s fully illuminated by the firelight. He looks good, Geralt surmises, well-fed and looked-after. “Don’t mind me. Coin is short and this room is entirely paid for, so I’ll be here for the night.”

It’s phrased as a statement but intended as a question.

Geralt just grunts his assent and drifts back to sleep smiling.

They fall into the familiar routine just as they have every year before. It’s comfortable, safe, easy.

Geralt kills monsters and Jaskier sings about it.

Jaskier sleeps with fine ladies (and more than one fine lord), and Geralt scares away their angry spouses with a well-placed intimidating look.

Geralt keeps them safe, and Jaskier keeps them fed, the coin he earns from one night of performing usually triple what Geralt could even hope to earn from a single contract.

Jaskier smiles at him and worries after him and touches him with a care no one’s taken since he was a boy, and Geralt tries to understand what it all means.

The ache in his chest is an old, forgotten thing.

Their seventh spring, he once again stops at The Wolf’s Snout.

(He’s never waited in the same inn twice before, until now, but he refuses to consider what that might mean)

This time, he’s awake. Waiting up, one could call it, though the very idea is preposterous—Witchers don’t have anyone worth waiting up for, and the chance to sleep in a bed is a precious commodity on the Path. No one is coming home to a Witcher.

But then there’s a lyrical knock at the door—two taps, and then a faster three, the beat of a song he doesn’t know—and Jaskier is there. Framed in the doorway, dressed from head to toe in bright blue and green that should irritate his eyes but doesn’t, not in the slightest, only makes something loosen in his chest that’s been taut for too long.

Jaskier is there. Here. With him, again, for the seventh spring in a row, despite it all.

“You’re awake,” Jaskier says, and his voice is missing some of its usual brightness, its usual whimsical nonchalance, but it’s so good to hear all the same.

“Hmm.”

And Jaskier shouldn’t be able to read what that means, just like he shouldn’t be here in a beaten-down inn along the forgotten backwater of Kaedwen about to step into a room already occupied by a Witcher, but Jaskier is brave and different and kind and entirely incapable of ever doing what he should.

So of course, Jaskier only says, “Yeah, me too,” like he hears the words Geralt doesn’t even know how to form in the privacy of his own mind, and steps over the threshold.

It feels significant, somehow. A bigger step than across a single plank of wood.

He stays silent, watching as Jaskier drops his bags in a heap by the door and undresses down to his smalls in the half-darkness.

There’s only one bed in this room. Geralt asked for a room and the innkeeper offered this one and he didn’t spend more than a second thinking about it before accepting. Witchers can’t be picky, and Jaskier has slept on the floor many a time—they both have, on cold and dirty forest floors far more uncomfortable than anything this inn could offer.

But.

“What are we doing here, Geralt?” Jaskier asks softly, hovering by the edge of the bed but making no move to come closer.

Geralt doesn’t have an answer. But he shifts just slightly on the bed, an invitation—and Jaskier lies down in the open space next to him, no trace of fear anywhere in his scent even now—and for the first time since the mutagens burned away every part of the boy he used to be, Geralt wants.

The next year, Jaskier doesn’t come.

Geralt waits at The Wolf’s Snout for a fortnight, until he can’t delay going back on the Path any longer, and then another day just to be totally, completely sure.

Jaskier never comes.

He packs up his things, never considers leaving behind the human-safe potions or the lute strings or the too-small doublet even though they add weight to Roach’s pack—just shoves it all into the bottom of his satchel along with his emotions and his hopes and the weird sense of betrayal he has no right to feel, and walks the Path.

Alone, as he was meant to.

The ache is back, a monster under his skin. He feels cold and tired and empty, but a Witcher isn’t made to break, so he puts one foot in front of the other in front of the other until it’s winter again.

He collapses into Eskel’s arms the moment he’s back in the keep, grateful to still have one person who hasn’t left, and his eyes burn.

If he could cry—he can’t, so it doesn’t matter. But if he could, he would probably drown.

It’s foolishness, to go back to the same inn. It’s foolishness, and Geralt is not a fool, but he can’t help himself.

Just to be sure. Just to be absolutely certain Jaskier has left this life, left him, and then he’ll walk the Path and never ever return here again.

But he opens the door to his preferred room, an extra three coppers per night now but worth it just for the memory of having slept beside Jaskier in this bed, and it isn’t empty.

Jaskier is there.

His hair is longer. He’s dressed in deep maroon, and there are bags under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days, and he smells like he hasn’t showered since he left wherever he’s been for so long—and he’s the most beautiful thing Geralt has ever seen.

“Hi,” Jaskier says, tentatively, like he’s not sure if he’ll be welcome. Like Geralt hasn’t spent the last year withering away at the prospect of never seeing him again.

“Jaskier.” He can’t find any other words. He can’t think of any that matter more than this, saying a name he thought he’d have to bury in the deepest corner of his mind forever, lest the mere memory of it reduce him to dust.

“Sorry I wasn’t here last year. It’s a long story involving—”

“Come here,” Geralt whispers, cutting him off. His voice breaks, but it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, all that matters is Jaskier standing on the other side of the room. “Please.” Witchers don’t beg but he isn’t a Witcher in this moment, just a man, old and weary and aching. “Please.”

“Oh, Geralt.” Jaskier is front of him in a flash. “Darling, I’m right here. I’m right here, I promise.”

That familiar hand reaches out and rests on his chest—he feels it, the slightest pressure when those long fingers brush against his tunic, the searing warmth of Jaskier’s skin on his own even with two layers of cotton in between.

Citrus and jasmine, the jackrabbit beat of Jaskier’s heart, and that soft, gentle warmth—Geralt closes his eyes and comes home.

#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier fic #geralt of rivia #jaskier #*fic #*writing #apparently the trailer inspired me and now i’m doing a bunch of geraskier writing?

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