#AUTUMN IS EVIL ON THAT MATTER

[snowfea]

Local urbanist shocked to discover that her disability is in fact disabling

[sinisternymphette]

sheep!reader - a concept

✦ sheep!reader loves the outdoors, and is usually found basking under the sun as they daydream or running around the grassy plains as they chase butterflies. However, they value the company and prefer to spend their time with others, thriving in groups rather than in their solitude.

✦ sheep!reader is kind in their nature, and would do anything for their loved ones. They also like to show their affection physically, always ready to give a warm hug to someone who needs it, or shower their significant other with pretty little kisses all over their face.

✦ sheep!reader is, however, oblivious to the evil in others. They trust those they love, and want to fit in so desperately that they're easy to mold- easy to manipulate. They like to see the good in others, but often forget that evil also exists.

✦ sheep!reader, who is easily spooked or surprised. They feel squeamish at the sight of a single drop of blood and shiver in fear when they hear a strange sound. Though they'll often try to mask it underneath an awkward close-mouthed smile or giggle. If you ask them to watch a true-crime show with you, they'll still accept even if they don't want to deep inside.

✦ sheep!reader, who likes to do arts and crafts in their free time. They're dreamers and like to put their creativity into something of their own, such as their own plushies, clothing, diy home decorations and many more.

✦ sheep!reader, who likes collecting vintage items like precious moments figurines, vinyl, and even fabrics. Their song library is also full of old songs and classical music, not having a liking for rap, rock and metal music. They listen to their music either on their iPod or record player. Their musical muses are mazzy star, kate bush, the cranberries, phil collins, autumn's grey solace and the smiths.

✦ sheep!reader, who loves wearing soft and lighter colors, no matter the season. They nail the southern belle, farmer's daughter and cottagecore aesthetics, giving them an angelic appearance; radiating joy and innocence and beauty that surely catches many eyes, though they never seem to notice as they're in their own little world.

✦ sheep!reader, who tries their best at everything, but often feel like they're doing everything wrong. They often find themselves cringing about something they said in a conversation from days ago, tripping and falling in front of everyone at the worst moment possible, or not being able to concentrate on their studies and understanding the subjects they're taught. They're emotionally fragile, easily overwhelmed and stressed.

✦ sheep!reader, who loves animals and is 100% a future cat lady. They find almost every animal cute and adorable- from spiders to sharks. Despite their skittishness to most things, animals are the only thing they aren't scared of. They love watching animal documentaries for hours- and they never get bored.

✦ sheep!reader, who likes to draw people they find pretty. Honestly, they find everyone beautiful, but those who are kind-hearted and have beauty inside and outside are ought to get at least one drawing from them.

ib: @princessbrunette !!

a/n: everyone is free to send me an ask with sheep!reader in any of the universes mentioned in my rules and I'll do my best to make them fit in the story/au! if it's an anime, modern!au is preferred. I based them a little off myself, so I hope you all like them!

@sinisternymphette 2024

[thewulf]

I Choose You || Legolas

Summary: Request - Hii hope you're having a good day, is it okay if I request a Legolas x reader where reader is Gandalf's granddaughter and joined the fellowship on their quest to destroy the ring? They both slowly fell in love with each other along the way and when the incident in Moria happened where Gandalf dies, Legolas comforts her.

A/N: Thank you for the amazing request! Had a blast writing this as usual :) It's a lil long, so enjoy!

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.5k +

TW: Talks of war/death, war, death, orcs, general LOTR triggers

You stand silently amidst the gathered council fading into the background as best you could. The murmur of many voices echoing softly through the vaulted halls of Rivendell. The air is crisp, filled with the mingling scents of ancient scrolls and the distant freshness of autumnal leaves. Elves, men, dwarves, and even a few hobbits have come to discuss the fate of Middle-earth, their faces marked by concern and resolve.

Your grandfather, Gandalf the Grey, stands at the center of it all. His presence both commanding and comforting. You’ve always admired his wisdom and strength and today, more than ever, you feel the weight of your lineage. You are his granddaughter, gifted with a touch of his magical prowess and a deep love for the mysteries of this world.

As the debate swirls around you, Elrond, the lord of Rivendell calls for silence. His gaze settles on the small golden ring laid upon the pedestal. It’s simple form belying its terrible power. The task is clear though the path is fraught with peril: the ring must be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom. "We must form a fellowship," Elrond declares. His voice resonant and clear. "Those who will take this burden upon themselves and walk into the shadow to see this evil undone."

A hush falls over the council. Eyes turn, some in fear, others in anticipation, seeking those who might step forward. This is the moment you’ve prepared for, not just since you arrived in Rivendell but throughout your life under Gandalf’s tutelage. With a breath that steadies your resolve you step forward. The rustle of your cloak is like a whisper against the stone floor and several members of the council turn in surprise as you move into the circle of light cast by the morning sun through the high windows.

"I will go," you say, your voice firm and clear. "For the love of my grandfather and for the safety of middle earth. I will see this quest through to its end."

Murmurs of approval ripple through the room and Gandalf meets your eyes across the circle. There’s pride in his gaze and a touch of sorrow, knowing well the dangers that lie ahead. But in this moment you see also the unspoken bond between the two of you. An acknowledgment of the shared commitment to what is right, no matter the cost.

Legolas, a prince of the Woodland Realm, nods to you with respect clear in his bright eyes. Beside him, a stout figure grumbles under his breath, yet Gimli the Dwarf gives a curt nod of assent, recognizing your courage. Beside them a young hobbit named Frodo, who is to be the Ringbearer, looks on with wide, earnest eyes. It is for him, and for all who call this land home, that you pledge your strength. As the council disperses to prepare for the journey you stand beside Gandalf feeling the ancient power of Rivendell around you and the even older strength that lies within your own heart. This is just the beginning you know but you are ready. For the Fellowship, for middle earth, for Gandalf.

You will face whatever comes, together.

As the Fellowship journeys south from Rivendell the path grows increasingly treacherous, winding through craggy mountain passes and shadowed forests. The air is crisp and the first frost of winter sparkles on the leaves. Your companions walk close together. Each step a testament to the weight of the task ahead.

Aragorn leads with a steady hand, his ranger skills essential as the terrain becomes more challenging. Beside him, Boromir of Gondor often lends his strength. His booming voice echoing off the stone trying to keep spirits high among the group, especially the hobbits—Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin—who find amusement in the smallest wonders along the way. Like the frost patterns on the leaves or a particularly stubborn squirrel.

Legolas glides effortlessly beside you. His elven grace a stark contrast to Gimli who stumps along with a determined scowl, his axe ever at the ready. Despite the solemnity of your mission the elf and the dwarf have already begun what seems to be an endless competition, each trying to outdo the other in tracking skills, strength, and the telling of tall tales.

One balmy afternoon as the path narrows along the edges of a steep ravine the rivalry comes to a head between the two of them. Gimli insists he can clear a particularly large fallen tree with a single vault much to Legolas’s skepticism.

“Watch and learn, Master Elf,” Gimli grunts as he began to back up for a running start. Legolas watches with an arched eyebrow, clearly very amused by the red headed dwarf travelling beside him.

Just as Gimli begins to charge forward you step in placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Perhaps, Gimli, it would be wiser to assist each other over the obstacle rather than compete with others. After all, the road ahead promises ample challenge for both of your strengths.” You smile warmly down at the ambitious dwarf set out to prove himself.

Gimli stops mid-stride puffing out his chest a bit as he turns to you, then to Legolas. “Hmm, perhaps you are right, lass. What say you, Legolas? Shall we make this journey a test of our cooperation rather than our competition?”

Legolas’s lips curve into a smile. His eyes sparkling with a newfound respect. “I believe our companion speaks wisely. Let us proceed together.” He offers his hand to Gimli who looks at it for a moment before shaking it heartily.

As the journey continues you find yourself often mediating and bringing lightness to tense moments. One evening as the Fellowship gathered around the campfire you recount a humorous anecdote from your days studying under your grandfather. Making sure to mimic Gandalf’s stern voice and dramatic gestures. The group erupts into laughter, the sound carrying through the trees and lifting the spirits of all including the hobbits who clap delightedly and ask for more stories.

Aragorn, sitting across from you nods appreciatively. His eyes meeting yours with a silent thank-you for the lightness you bring. Boromir chuckles, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes clearly more at ease. “You have the gift of your grandfather. Not only in magic but in spirit.” Aragorn comments, his voice warm in the chill air.

Legolas who was sitting beside you leans closer and speaks softly, “Your wisdom brings much-needed peace. And your humor is a light in dark times. It is a rare gift.”

You meet his gaze. The firelight cast dancing shadows across his features. All elves were beautiful but there was something about the Price of Mirkwood that drew you in. “We all carry our gifts, Legolas. Yours is your unerring optimism and sharp eye. Gimli’s his steadfastness and heart. Boromir’s his valor. Aragorn’s his leadership. And the hobbits’ their enduring cheer. Together we are stronger than each individual.”

As the nights grow longer and the path more daunting the bonds within the Fellowship deepen, fortified by shared challenges and your quiet efforts to understand, and support each other. In the quiet moments Legolas teaches you Elvish songs of old. And Gimli shares tales of the great Dwarven halls, their voices blending into the night creating a tapestry of friendship and hope.

As the Fellowship delves into the ancient depths of Moria the air grows thick with the mustiness of ages and the weight of stone. The walls echo with the memory of Dwarven voices, now silent. The path is lit only by the faint glow of Gandalf’s staff. Gimli moves with a mix of reverence and sorrow. His eyes reflecting a deep familial connection to the lost realm of his kin. The narrow passages twist and turn leading you deeper into the mountain’s heart. The quiet is oppressive, only broken by the occasional drip of water or the scuffle of a boot on stone. Tension mounts with each step and even the normally unflappable Legolas seems taut, his eyes scanning the shadows.

All too suddenly, the dark stillness erupts into chaos. A low growl escalates into a deafening roar as the Balrog, a creature of fire and shadow, reveals itself. The ground trembles beneath its weight and the air sears with heat. Gandalf steps forward his face set with grim determination. “Lead them on, Aragorn,” he commands. “The bridge is near. Do as I say! Swords are no more use here!” Your grandfather cries as he gives you a sharp look. Obey. You must listen to him now.

The Fellowship rushes forward driven by fear and the urgent need to escape, but you hesitate, your heart torn as Gandalf faces the monster alone. As the others cross the bridge of Khazad-dûm you watch, helpless, as Gandalf confronts the Balrog. His staff was raised, a brilliant light flaring to meet the darkness.

“You cannot pass,” Gandalf declares. His voice echoing powerfully. It sends a shutter down even your spine.

The Balrog advances and with a defiant cry Gandalf strikes the bridge with his staff. It crumbles sending the creature plummeting into the abyss. But the Balrog’s fiery whip lashes out, catching Gandalf’s leg, pulling him towards the edge. With a calm but utterly sad glance back at you, he murmurs, “Fly, you fools,” before falling into the darkness below.

Shock paralyzes you momentarily, tears blurring your vision. The others tug at you, pulling you away from the crumbling edge. As you flee Moria the loss of your beloved grandfather hits you. A deep ache that seems to echo through the empty halls. Outside, under the grey, mourning sky, the Fellowship collapses in a clearing. Each member grappling with grief. Your knees give out and you sink to the ground, overwhelmed by sorrow. Legolas is at your side in an instant, his presence a silent solace. He does not speak, but his hand finds yours, squeezing gently. A clear reminder that you are not alone.

Gimli joins you. His own eyes rimmed red. “He was the greatest of us all,” he says gruffly with his voice thick with emotion. “I am honored to have walked beside him and I vow to you, we will see this quest through. For him and for all our sakes.”

The words are a balm to your spirit even as you could not reply. Words were too hard for you now. You lean into Legolas, his strength supporting you. You mourn the loss of the only thing you knew. Legolas and Gimli by your side reminding you that even in the depths of loss, the bonds of friendship and love hold firm.

You manage to whisper a weak "Thank you," before the sorrow overwhelms you once more. Tears flood your cheeks, each one a memory, a moment shared with Gandalf that you'll never experience again. Overcome, you turn into Legolas's side, seeking the comfort that only close, physical presence can provide.  Though he was not typically fond of physical touch he does not hesitate to comfort you. He wraps his arms around you, his embrace firm and unwavering. In this moment your need transcends his usual reservations, and he holds you close. A silent sentinel in your hour of vulnerability.

His hands are steady on your back, one arm around your shoulders, the other at your waist, grounding you as your grief spills forth unchecked. Legolas's heart aches for your loss and though he may not express his emotions openly his actions speak a clear language of care and adoration. As you cry into his side, Legolas rests his chin atop your head. His gaze was fixed on the distant horizon where the last light of day gives way to twilight. He feels the weight of your sorrow as if it were his own, yet he knows he must stand strong for you.

Legolas knows that the road ahead will be fraught with further trials but for now, he offers you all that he can—protection, comfort, and an unspoken promise that no matter what lies ahead, you will not face it alone. In the stillness that wraps around you and Legolas there's a respectful pause from the rest of the Fellowship. They were giving you a moment to collect yourself under the cloak of Legolas's support. Aragorn, ever attentive to the needs of his comrades, notices the depth of your grief and the comfort Legolas provides. He understands the significance of this moment, the necessity of mourning and the importance of support in such times.

Standing a short distance away Aragorn speaks quietly with the hobbits making sure everyone is ready to continue but delaying their departure ever so slightly for your sake. His leadership is subtle. His decisions shaped by a deep understanding of his people's emotional and physical stamina.

After a brief moment, Aragorn looks over, his eyes meeting Legolas’s over your bowed head. There’s a silent communication between them. A leader’s acknowledgement and a friend’s gratitude for the support given to one of their own. Aragorn’s face softens, his respect for whatever was forming between you two clear in his gentle nod.

With a deep breath, signaling both readiness and respect, Aragorn approaches. His voice is soft yet carries a necessary urgency as he speaks. His words meant to soothe but also to remind of the path ahead. “We must move on for night will not wait for us and neither will our enemies,” he spoke with his tone conveying both compassion and resolve. “Take the time you need but remember we must not linger long.”

Legolas gently helps you stand straighter his arms still offering support. As you wipe away the last of your tears, strengthened by the comfort you’ve received, you nod in understanding. Legolas gives you a reassuring look. His eyes promising continued support and then he gently releases you. He was ready to stand by your side as you all prepare to resume the journey. With a final glance at Gandalf’s last stand you and the Fellowship gather your gear and set off once more into the fading light. The memory of Gandalf a guiding light that pushes you forward through the darkness.

Emerging into the sunlight of the world again does little to lift the sorrow of the Fellowship which soon deepens with Boromir’s tragic fall at Amon Hen. His valiant defense of Merry and Pippin against the Uruk-hai, though ultimately costing him his life, marked him forever a hero in the annals of your journey. The loss of such a stalwart companion leaves a void in your heart and within the group, casting a pall over your spirits.

Driven by a fierce determination to honor Boromir’s sacrifice, you, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli give chase across the plains of Rohan to rescue Merry and Pippin from their captors. The pursuit is grueling. Pushing each of you to your very limits. The landscape of Rohan is vast and relentless, but the tracks are clear, guiding you unerringly toward the thick fringes of Fangorn Forest. The hope of rescuing the hobbits fuels your weary bodies onward even as your hearts ache with the memory of Gandalf's fall and Boromir’s courageous end.

As you follow the trail into the shadowy depths of Fangorn a sense of ancient watchfulness grows. The forest feels alive, old beyond reckoning, and filled with secrets. It is here among the whispering trees that the unexpected happens. A figure steps out from the shadows garbed in white, his presence bright against the dark underbrush. The shock of seeing what you believe might be Saruman stops you in your tracks. But as the figure approaches the energy changes—the air around him shimmers with a familiar warmth and power. Not the cold malice of Saruman.

"Gandalf?" Legolas breathes. A note of awe mingling with disbelief.

You squint, hardly daring to believe it to be true. As he draws closer, clarity dawns, and recognition floods your senses. Overcome with emotion you shout, "Grandfather!" and sprint toward him. Your heart swelling with joy and relief.

Gandalf opens his arms wide, and you crash into his embrace. The impact strong yet comforting. "My dear child," he murmurs. His voice warm and welcoming as he wraps his arms around you. His cloak envelops you with a familiar scent of pipe-weed and the road clinging to the fabric grounding you in the reality of his return.

"Yes, it is I," Gandalf responds gently, now looking down at you with sparkling eyes, "but as Gandalf the White. I come back to you at the turn of the tide. Stronger and renewed. Just as our hope must now be."

The grief at Boromir’s death and the shock of Gandalf's return blend into a complex tapestry of emotions. The initial shock gives way to a festive air as relief and joy wash over Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. They join in, their earlier despair replaced by laughter and words of amazement, forming a tight circle around you and Gandalf.

As Gandalf explains his battle with the Balrog and his subsequent rebirth his words filling the gaps in your understanding and rekindling hope in your hearts. His return not only signifies a miraculous second chance but also invigorates the Fellowship with renewed purpose and determination. With Gandalf's guidance now as Gandalf the White you all feel a renewed sense of purpose. The path forward is still fraught with danger but with Gandalf returned, and in memory of Boromir’s bravery, you are reminded that even in the darkest times there can be resurrection and hope. Together you prepare to resume the quest, stronger and more determined than ever.

"Your guidance has been sorely missed, Gandalf," Aragorn says. His voice steady but thick with emotion as he joins you. He captures the mood of the moment, channeling the Fellowship’s relief into focus. "What should we do? Frodo and Sam are gone to Mordor. Merry and Pippin are captives of the enemy." Gandalf releases you from the embrace but keeps one hand on your shoulder, grounding, and comforting. He surveys the small group with a decisive gaze and the air around you seems to thrum with renewed energy and urgency.

"We will split our efforts," he declares. "Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and you," he nods at you, "will pursue the orcs who took Merry and Pippin. Every second counts and your skills will be crucial in navigating this perilous chase."

You try and protest, but he shakes his head continuing along. "Meanwhile, I shall seek aid from the Ents of Fangorn," Gandalf continues, turning to look at the dense woods behind him. "Their strength will be necessary in the wars to come. We must rally all allies for the shadow from the East grows ever bolder."

As plans are made Legolas stands close by your side, his presence a silent vow of protection and partnership. You feel his hand briefly squeeze yours. A gesture of support that sends a surge of warmth through your heart that he had done so many times before.

"You have grown much, under shadow and trial," Gandalf remarks. Looking at you with a blend of pride and affection With the reunion drawing to a close and the path forward set you all prepare to leave. Gandalf’s return has not only brought back a beloved mentor and friend but has reignited the flame of hope within your heart. Together you feel ready to face the challenges that await knowing that the bonds of friendship and duty will guide you through the darkest of times.

As you traverse the expansive lands towards Rohan the camaraderie within the group deepens, each member adjusting to the rhythms of travel and the complexities of intertwined destinies. Amidst these dynamics your relationship with Legolas finds new ground. The elven prince, always serene and composed, begins to show a more attentive and tender side in his interactions with you. His glances linger longer and his conversations, once filled with tales of ancient elven lore, now often drift towards thoughts and dreams of the future, your future.

It’s during one of the long nights while camped under the vast, starlit sky near the borders of Fangorn Forest, that Gimli noticed the growing tension between you and Legolas. He decided to give you both some space. With a knowing wink and a gruff voice Gimli volunteers for the first watch, his tone unusually gentle. "I reckon the night is best shared with stars and heartfelt words, not an old dwarf's snoring."

Grateful, you share a smile with Legolas as Gimli settles a little distance away, his back to you, affording you a semblance of privacy. Legolas turns to you with his blue eyes reflecting the starlight, and for a moment he simply looks at you as if contemplating a thought long held in silence. "I have seen many wonders in my long life," he starts, his voice soft and mesmerizing under the night sky. "But none compared to the courage and kindness I've seen in you. In these trying times you have become a light guiding me."

Your heart flutters at his words, and you feel a warmth spread through you. "And you, Legolas, have been my solace. In you I find peace amidst turmoil. A joy that even the darkest shadows cannot diminish." He smiles. His gaze intensifying with affection and something more, something unspoken yet palpable between you. Then, in a move that surprises you both for its boldness and its intimacy, Legolas shifts closer and gently pulls you into his side. It's a daring gesture for an elf, particularly one as reserved as Legolas. But it feels right as if many paths had converged to bring this moment into being.

The warmth of his body against yours, the protective embrace of his arm—these are things you never expected to find so far from home. "It seems we have found comfort in one another's presence," he says softly. "Would that we might find a way to keep this light alive… no matter what lies ahead?"

"I would like that very much," you whisper as you leaned into the strength of his embrace.

The two of you sit under the blanket of night talking softly of dreams for a peaceful future and the immediate plans for the days to come. The reality of the quest remains but for now, under the stars, you both allow yourselves the luxury of imagining a life beyond the war. Both of you bound by a newfound affection that promises to grow with each passing day.

At Helm's Deep the air is thick with the tension of impending battle. The great fortress, built into the deep folds of the mountain, stands as the last bastion of hope against the relentless march of Saruman's forces. As the sky darkens and the torches flicker against the night you stand on the ramparts beside Legolas watching the sea of enemies gathering in the distance.

Legolas turns to you, his expression clouded with concern. “You should not be here,” he says softly. His voice barely above the howl of the wind. “This battle... it is not like the ones before. I fear—”

“I know,” you interrupt, understanding his fear but meeting his gaze with a resolve that mirrors the steel of the swords of your comrades below. “I know what this battle could mean for all of us. But I must stand with you, with all of you. There is no other place for me now, Legolas.”

Seeing the determination in your eyes, Legolas's expression softens and he pulls you gently against his side. It was a bold move for him, especially in such a public setting. “Then we will face it together,” he says squeezing your hand tightly as a silent promise passes between you.

The night deepens and the enemy’s drums beat a terrifying rhythm that seems to match the racing of your heart. Legolas pulls you closer. His eyes searching yours in the dim light. “No matter what happens tonight, know this,” he whispers, his voice steady despite the chaos swelling around you. “I love you. I have loved you amidst the shadows of our journey, and I will love you beyond the reaches of time.”

Your breath catches at his words. The simplicity and depth of his confession anchoring you amidst your fears. “And I love you,” you repl. Your voice strong even though you felt so weak. “Whatever may come, whatever we face… we face it together.”

As the battle commences the air fills with the clash of steel and the cries of warriors. You fight back-to-back, Legolas’s arrows finding their marks with deadly precision while you fend off attackers with sword and spell.

Gimli joins two of you, his axe a blur as he protects your flank. “Ha! I’d like to see them try to break this line!” he bellows. His voice a rumble of thunder over the din of battle.

The hours stretch. Each moment a lifetime but you fight with a clarity borne of love and the will to protect not just middle earth but the futures you hope to share. Legolas’s presence is a constant reassurance. His quick glances amidst the fray a reminder of everything worth fighting for.

As dawn breaks the tide of battle shifts. With Gandalf’s timely arrival and the charge of the Rohirrim, a new hope is rekindled. The enemy falters and breaks. Exhausted but alive, you, Legolas, and Gimli regroup, your bodies weary but spirits lifted by the victory, however costly it may have been.

Standing amidst the ruins of the battle you all share a look of relief and unspoken understanding. The war is far from over, but the strength of your bonds, the depth of your love, and the courage of your friends give you the fortitude to press on, to fight another day. With Legolas watch the sunrise, the light washing over Helm’s Deep painting the world in hues of gold and red. A daily rebirth, a reminder that after darkness there always comes a new dawn.

After the long shadow of war finally lifts with the destruction of the One Ring the world begins to breathe again. Minas Tirith stands gleaming under the bright sun, its banners waving in a joyous breeze. The streets are filled with music and laughter as people from all corners of middle earth gather to celebrate the victory. The air is sweet with the scent of blossoming flowers brought forth by a spring that signifies not just the changing of seasons but the dawn of a new era.

You, Legolas, and Gimli stand on a balcony overlooking the jubilant city with a cup of fine wine in hand. The Fellowship has been honored by kings and lords, sung by minstrels, and cheered by crowds. But in this moment, the three of you share a quiet moment that speaks of deeper bonds forged in the fires of your shared trials.

Legolas looks out over the city, his eyes reflecting the green of the fields below. “The world is changed,” he says thoughtfully. “I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air. The darkness that once threatened to swallow us whole is now but a shadow of the past.”

Gimli nods. His eyes twinkling under his bushy brows. “Aye, and it’s time for more pleasant journeys,” he chuckles. “I promised you both a tour of the Glittering Caves, did I not? And I intend to keep that promise. You’ll find no finer sight beneath the mountains, mark my words!”

“And I,” Legolas adds turning to you with a gentle smile, “would have you both come to Mirkwood. The forests have suffered in the darkness. But they recover, much like us. There are places of such beauty and tranquility that they deserve to be witnessed with friends.”

You sip your wine, letting the rich flavors linger on your tongue as you consider the future. “And what of you?” Gimli asks, looking at you with an expectant raise of his eyebrow.

“I think,” you say slowly, smiling at the possibilities that stretch before you, “that I would like to see more of this world that we have fought so hard to save. From the forests of Mirkwood to the caves of the mountains and perhaps even beyond. There’s so much to explore, so much to learn.”

“And so much to rebuild,” Legolas adds. “Wherever we go we carry with us the legacy of those who fought beside us. Those who fell, and those who lived to see this day. Gandalf’s wisdom, Aragorn’s courage, and even Frodo’s quiet determination—they remain with us, guiding us forward.”

Gimli raises his cup, and you and Legolas do the same. “To the future,” Gimli declares heartily.

“To peace,” Legolas adds, his voice warm.

“To friendship,” you conclude. The three of you clink your cups together, the sound crisp and clear.

As the celebration continues below you lean against the stone railing admiring the city sprawling at your feet. Around you the laughter and music rise to the starlit sky, and you feel a profound sense of contentment. The road ahead is uncharted, but you face it not as a lone wanderer but as part of a fellowship that has endured the darkest of times to see the brightest of days.

With Legolas and Gimli by your side you know that whatever adventures lie ahead, they will be filled with joy, discovery, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship. This is not the end of your story but the beginning of a new chapter, one that you will write together.

As the celebrations in Minas Tirith begin to quiet down into a gentle hum of merriment and the evening deepens, Gimli, with a knowing grin and a subtle nod towards Legolas excuses himself to “inspect the integrity of the ale supply,” leaving you two alone on the quieter side of the terrace that overlooks the city’s sprawling, illuminated gardens.

Legolas watches Gimli depart and then turns to you with a serene expression. His eyes reflecting the myriad lights of the city. He reaches into the folds of his tunic and pulls out a small, exquisitely carved wooden box. “I have something for you,” he says. His voice low and filled with a tender emotion that sends a thrill through your heart.

You watch, curious and expectant, as he opens the box to reveal a pendant. It’s a delicate piece, shaped like a leaf but crafted with such intricacy that each vein in the leaf is visible. It shimmered with a light that seems to emanate from within the silver itself.

“This is a leaf from the Mallorn trees of Lothlórien,” Legolas explains as he carefully lifts the pendant from the box. “Galadriel herself gave this to me before we departed and though I cherish it... I believe it was always meant for you.”

He steps closer. His presence so familiar and yet so heart-stirringly profound at this intimate moment. “In the elven tradition,” he continues, his eyes locked onto yours, “to give such a gift is to choose a companion. To offer a token of one’s heart and soul. I give this to you not out of obligation but from a free and willing heart. I choose you and it’s you I wish to be with through all the ages of this world.”

He pauses while holding the pendant up between you. His eyes searching yours for an answer, a confirmation of your feelings. You nod gently, overwhelmed by the emotion in his gaze and the significance of his gift.

Legolas smiles, a soft, joyous curve of his lips, and delicately clasps the pendant around your neck. His fingers brush lightly against your skin as he secures the clasp sending shivers down your spine. The metal feels warm as if charged with his affection and presence.

“I cannot promise that the road ahead will be free from hardship,” Legolas says softly while drawing you close so that your foreheads touch lightly, “but I can promise that you will never walk it alone. Where you go I will follow. And where I go I hope you will be by my side.”

“Legolas,” you whisper. Your voice thick with emotion. “There is no one else I would rather have by my side. No one else I would want to share my path with. I choose you, too, today, and always.”

Without hesitation Legolas leans in to capture your lips in a kiss. It’s gentle at first. A tender meeting that speaks of mutual respect and deep affection. But as you respond the kiss deepens, becoming a profound expression of your shared love and commitment.

The world around you—the city of Minas Tirith, the sounds of celebration—fades into a blissful quiet. In this moment wrapped in Legolas’s embrace, you realize that while the war might have brought you together it is love that will lead you into your future. Beneath the stars and above the glowing city you share a promise of a thousand sunrises to come. Each one a new day to explore and cherish the world together.

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🧡Broken Love🩵 🐚@coralseacourt🐚

✨Summery:✨ The youngest Acheron Sister gets rejected for Elain.

Love is sweet but revenge is sweeter. After a broken heart comes a broken court part three of broken love.

✨Warnings:✨ naughty scene

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Part 3:

I m a traitor.

A liar.

The evil Personified.

At least that’s what they want to believe.

That the innocent girl I was, had turned on them without good reason.

They would never understand that revenge led me.

Revenge for all those hours I had spent alone locked up in their prison tower.

It had been a golden cage.

A prison I would never return to again.

🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸

The doors opened and a cruel smile played around my lips.

With Eris right by my side I entered the High lords meeting Room.

Every pair of eyes found us in an instance.

Gasps and shocked faces all around us.

One Face particularly shocked. Azriel.

Just for a second my eyes swiped over his beautiful but furious face.

The newly crowned High Lord next to me chuckled and laid his hand on my bare back.

The game was on. And I was ready to play.

“Violet?” Of course feyre was the first to speak.

But I didn’t gave her any indication that I had heard her.

The growling from the other night court members was harder to ignore.

“ Tztz would you please not growl at my pet. She has claws and I rather don’t want her to use them.” I smiled dangerously at Eris.

“ I thought you promised me that I could play.” I said with a sensual tone. “I haven’t played in so long.” I glanced at Rhysand who looked like he could throw up at any given moment . My eyebrow raised I walked closer to the table where everyone sat.

My mental walls pulled up and tightened.

“Soon my sweetness. Nightmares are not made overnight.”

Eris strolled to the only free chair left and sat down like a king ready to conquer.

I narrowed my eyes and let my fingers drive over the top of the marble table.

Long fingernails clacking on the cold stone.

“I like to play. Don’t you High Lord of the Night?” I smiled cruelly at him.

His mask slipping away for just a second.

But I saw. I saw straight through him.

Then the moment was over, he straightened up and narrowed his eyes.

Ah there he is.

Rhysand.

The most powerful High lord of prythian.

“Violet. I see you.” He paused for a second pulling invisible dust from his jacket.

His pause seemed intentional and I had to think back to the words that had started it all.

Do you want to be seen?

“are in great company. And I thought you finally had the guts to go and be on your own. Seems you only changed sides.”

His face changing to a cruel mask of authority.

I tilted my head to the side looking at him like a predator analyzing its prey.

“I like being in his company and being his pet. It gives me satisfaction to know he can do whatever he wants with me.”

I smiled devilish and let one of my hands glide up my throat over my chin.

Playing with my lips and licking one of my fingers.

The growl that came from behind Rhys let me look up.

Azriel. His hand on his knife, teeth fletched and his black eyes staring me down.

”What has become of you? Look at you being the whore of autumn scum.”

I laughed out loud not bothered by his hateful words.

I put a innocent face up before saying.

“Oh but Azriel. I have only become what you have made me.” All night court eyes turned to the Shadowsinger surprised.

“Az? What does she mean with that?” Feyre, her eyes had teared up and my face softened for just a second before putting my mask back on.

“I don’t know what she is talking about.”

I giggled.

“Of course you don’t honey. But it doesn’t matter either way.”

I turned around and walked to the waiting hand of the only man that knew the rules of our new game.

“Now that we have this issue cleared, I want to announce our marriage.” The Autumn High Lord took my hand and kissed it gently.

Feyre gasped.

“No, you can’t do this. Rhys do something.”

But the Lord of Night only stared.

“Rhys, please she is my sister. He can’t marry her. What about Azriel’s Connection .” “Feyre stop talking.”

I stiffened.

First because of the mention of any kind of connection with the Shadowsinger.

But then because this asshole had dared to quiet my sister down.

Now I was angry.

And angry me did not hold back anymore.

With only a wink of my power, that no one had ever known about I called my shadows and let them rise behind me like a black wall that would withstand anything and anyone.

Eris was chuckling next to me while I stared at the shocked faces of all high lords and their companions.

My teeth fletched and my eyes glowing green with power.

“ If you ever dare to talk to my sister like that again you will regret it.” Everyone tensed at the words of my threat only Eris stayed calm.

“Wonderful now you angered my little nightmare. “

He pulled me into his lap and put a hand on my neck squeezing it softly before pulling my hair to the side to kiss my throat. Calming me down I realized.

My shadows disappeared in an instance.

“She is a Shadowsinger.” Helion leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“I m right here you don’t need to talk over my head I can and will talk for myself.” He only raised his eyebrows in response.

“You haven’t been like this before, what changed? Please tell me violet. We can fix this. I know we can. “

Feyre was now pleading with me and deep inside my heart broke but I had to do my part, had to play this character.

“There is nothing to be fixed. I m exactly who I want to be.” Was all I said and the attention finally was turned to the official meeting points.

But I could feel his eyes on me, could feel something else too. I scrunched my forehead in confusion.

Why could I feel jealousy.

Hot headed blatantly obvious jealousy.

The problem was that it wasn’t my feelings.

I looked up Azriel’s eyes gleaming at me.

And that’s when I could see what I clearly felt. Jealousy.

🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸🐚🪸

It had been hours for the high lords to finish. We were the first to leave for the room we would spend the night in to continue the meeting on the next day.

A fire was burning when we entered. Cozy.

“Violet come here. “ I turned around to look at the male with the softest red hair.

I walked slowly towards him until we almost touched. His hands cupping my cheeks.

“Are you alright?” I blinked a couple times before catching myself.

Eris was a great High Lord but concern was not his strength.

So, for him to try to be gentle was new.

I pulled away.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? This is what we’ve been working towards. Remember?”

He straightened up and back was my sensual Companion.

“I have to say , i was surprised how good you handled yourself.”

I only raised my eyebrow before strolling back towards him letting my hands slide softly down his chest pulling his dressshirt up to have better access to him.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back.

A moan escaping his full lips while I was letting my fingers glide over his hot skin, down to his leather belt wich I opened with swift fingers.

“You are a naughty little vixen.”

“I know, but would you want me any other way?”

He chuckled before laying his hands on my shoulders and slowly pulling my dress down making it pool around my legs.

I was now completely bared in front of him.

“You really are as beautiful and cruel like one of my darkest nightmares.”

With strong arms he suddenly lifted me up and pressed me against the wall. My head falling back while his tongue circled around my peaked nipple.

Nipping, biting, licking.

“I need to be inside of you like you are inside of me every second, every moment of the day.”

And with that he pulled his pants down and started to slip into me first slowly until he was completely hidden inside of me, then hard and fast until the world erupted around us.

Stars filling my vision and moans leaving my lips.

And while i experienced complete Bliss the Shadowsinger next door was drowned in darkness having to listen to us.

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“I should’ve bought you flowers…”

plot- you run into Leon, your ex boyfriend CLICK ME

A bitterly crisp autumn breeze whistled down the empty cobblestone streets of the sleepy rural marketplace, rustling scarlet and amber leaves scuttling across Leon's boots.

He dug both leather-clad hands deeper into his jacket pockets while hunching further into the insulated collar turned up against the biting chill as he strode purposefully onwards.

Mid-afternoon foot traffic always remained relatively scant throughout town - most of the local shops and farmstands having already packed up for the day once their fresh harvests sold through.

All except for the lone family grocer tucked away on the far corner where Leon typically grabbed essentials for the upcoming week.

Just the way he preferred it - in and out quickly with minimal interactions beyond terse polite nods at the shopkeep ringing up his basket.

Today, however...

The distinct figure standing alone beside the open-air produce section instantly seized Leon's attention like an icy fist clenching vice-tight around his ribcage.

That unmistakable silhouette he'd know from a thousand lonely city blocks away no matter how many endless nights of haunted insomnia blurred his vision.

Even from behind, every perfectly etched line of those slender shoulders and the elegant slope of that elegant neck remained scorched into his memory as if branded by a white-hot iron fresh from the forge.

Despite the crystalline sunlight glinting off your silken hair spilling in luxurious waves, Leon's pulse roared thunderously in his ears until all else fell abruptly silent.

As if the earth itself ground to a screeching halt on its axis to better amplify the way his heart stuttered at the mere sight of you for the first time in over a year.

Leon's first instinct was to pivot on his heel and retreat - retracing his steps back the way he came before you'd sensed his presence.

But something deep and inexplicable within kept rooting him to that frostbitten cobblestone, feet feeling as though they'd taken sudden root.

He watched through the hazy blur as you stepped minutely closer to the vendor's stall, slender fingers curling pensively around the handle of your tote as your head swiveled ever so slowly.

Until those wide soulful eyes he knew better than any remembered prayer swiveled to lock with his for one breathless moment suspended in amber streaks of morning light.

Your lips parted on a shocked inhale while recognition washed across those beloved features with the force of a tidal wave.

Leon remained frozen to the spot - a poor reconstruction of the suave federal agent and hardened hunter of biohazard evils crumbling away to expose the hollowed out shell he'd become in your absence.

All those tightly regimented walls built up over the past year came crashing down to lay the tattered remnants of his heart exposed as an open wound once more.

One side of his lips tugged upwards in a weak facsimile of a smile that never reached the enduring anguish flickering behind those shadowed steel-blue irises.

With supreme effort, Leon forced air into his lungs enough to grit out two words scorching like acid across his tongue:

"Hey...stranger."

It was all the unraveling threads of his frayed composure could muster without shattering completely.

He swallowed thickly while pivoting on his heel, boots scuffing against the cobblestone as he made to continue onwards.

Away from here...away from you. Before any deeper glimpses of vulnerability managed to slip through and reveal his soul's innermost hemorrhaging.

Leon only managed to make it a few paces before your tremulous voice calling out finally fractured what remained of his crumbling resolve.

"Leon...wait."

He halted obediently while squeezing his eyes shut against the ghostly caress of your honeyed syllables washing over him for the first time in far too long.

Drawing a harsh, shuddering inhale, Leon gradually turned back just enough to chance a sidelong glance over his shoulder without meeting your pleading gaze head-on.

It was all the restraint he could cling to not to fully whirl around and stare...to greedily drink you in after being denied that forbidden oasis for what felt like an eternity.

"I..." Your speech briefly faltered- words clearly failing to manifest the roiling ocean of emotions swirling across your expression before you visibly steadied yourself.

"What you said one year ago, about not being...enough...That's not true at all. You were always more than enough for me."

A bitter, mirthless chuckle rasped past Leon's lips - barely even audible over the keening winds.

"Yeah...and it took you one entire year to say it ? Why didn’t you said it back then, before disappearing ?"

Both of you recoiled in unison at the harsh self-loathing barb like physical blows.

Your dismayed features twisted immediately into anguished denial only to falter helplessly as he shook his head firmly, making an abortive motion as if to physically halt the reassurance already forming on your lips.

"Look, I'm...sorry. That wasn't fair of me."

Leon dragged his palm down the exhausted lines of his face while fixing that stormy azure gaze straight ahead.

Away from the irresistible temptation of your wounded eyes he knew would unravel the few stray threads of his composure still wound tight.

"I counted every minutes, every seconds…damn, y/n."

His adam's apple bobbed in a pronounced swallow against the tightening pressure rapidly constricting his throat.

"I missed you, but over the months I realized it was a mistake...Now, wherever the road led you from here after we parted ways, well..."

Leon swept one final glance over his shoulder then to convey everything his faltering speech couldn't accurately translate.

"I really do hope wherever it takes you next makes you happier than I ever could."

With one final rueful quirk of his lips, the former RPD survivor pivoted on his heel once again and simply walked away without looking back.

Only once those ramrod shoulders had disappeared entirely around the winding village path did Leon allow himself to sag boneless against the nearest building's stucco exterior.

He scrubbed both palms across his face to muffle the wrecked keen ripping itself from his very marrow as endless rivulets of searing pain left twin trails streaking each chiseled cheekbone...

[ruershrimo]

f. megumi x reader | one moment longer

under the light of the moon, he looks more beautiful than anything.

spiky black hair shining like stunning silver, eyelashes weaved of the silkiest threads one’s genes could offer, green eyes shimmering, scrutinised by the moon’s glow. if there was a painting to describe the epitome of beauty he would be its subject.

the collar of that tidy black uniform you can nuzzle your face into, the hyaline scent of detergent and a freshly cleaned room, the rhythm of his breaths, faint and light, as lithe, warm hands rest on your back the same way puzzle pieces stay connected.

“i love you,” you hear. it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

you aren’t a jujutsu sorcerer yourself, so maybe you wouldn’t know enough. still, you know some people say that the world of sorcery is one devoid of hope and humanity; you know the general sentiment among them is that this has always been a sisyphean task, that it was born from the resistance of impermanent lives against an evil which would last for all eternity.

yet how can they let their worlds be entrenched in such darkness and lovelessness?

love and good are everywhere, you think, no matter how much loss there is to endure. you’ve felt so yourself.

you see it when you sip from teacups in cafes where the saucers come with biscuits on the side and your ears notice the shutter of his camera and you gaze at the mellow grin resting on his face. you hear it when he sends you whatever tune he’s been listening to for the past few days, sent with a text saying, “thought you might like this”. you taste it when he presses his lips to yours and kisses him back out of joy in a bold defiance of this world’s sorrows. love and good is everywhere in the mundanity of life and it’s minuscule, quiet moments.

“i love you,” he whispers again, voice as soft as a gentle breeze in an autumn-touched street, but with enough conviction to make the mightiest of rulers fall, you’re sure. you shut your eyes slowly as his feet move languidly in tandem with yours.

“you do?” you ask, “i love you too, megumi.”

one day the world he resides in will take him away from you. one day you’ll be left alone with no one to hold you under the moonlight while it spills into their wooden-tiled dorm room, one day you won’t have anyone to dance with you despite the chills outside.

but today is not that day. tonight is not the night you’ll be screeching and crying as you hear news of his death from a cellphone call. it’s not the night when you’ll be shaking and collapsing over his mangled corpse, if there even is one left.

you want a future together. you want for him to stay even after he leaves graduates, for years and years and years of his life. but even you know that with the life he’s living, with the kind of life where any night is one when he may die, you just wish that it can last for a while longer. if not two years, then maybe two months. if not two months, then maybe two weeks. or perhaps…

…just one moment longer. one moment longer with fushiguro megumi.

I don’t even write for jjk haha, I was just simping at 3 am (I want to sleep. I’ve to wake up before 9 tomorrow. someone pry my phone away from me.) I’m also doing this to cope because gege is cruel. someone help this is probably so bad I didn’t even do any formatting or anything bro that picture isn’t even one of the moon

[mattatouilletkachuk]

haunted house with quinn

49. “If you get scared, don’t come crying to me.”

October was the best part of the year in your opinion. Autumn was amazing but it was only around Halloween that certain activities were available. Last year you and Quinn went to a corn maze, bobbed for apples, and even went to a fright fest. You had to leave the last one early because as much as you enjoyed the spooky atmosphere you might have been a little too frightened to finish it.

Earlier in the month you had gone to a pumpkin patch and picked apples and you had even gotten Quinn to wear matching costumes with you.

It had taken you months to figure out how you could possibly top last year's fun and when you finally thought you had found it you brought the idea to your boyfriend.

“You want to do a haunted house?” Quinn looked at you quizzically.

You pushed your phone into his space a bit more as if he couldn’t see the information clearly enough.

“Yeah, it’ll be tons of fun.” You said, excitedly. “Afterwards they have a scary movie marathon starting with Child’s play and ending with Nightmare on Elm’s street. They even have another corn maze that we can do if we go early enough.”

“It took us forever to get through the one last year.”

“Yeah, but this one has people in costume chasing you through it,” you pointed to the screen and finally he took your phone to scroll through the website you had up.

“Don’t you think this might be too scary for you?” He asked as he handed the phone back to you.

You frowned at him and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’m a big girl, Quinny, I can handle it.”

He only raised one of his dark eyebrows at you and said, “I’ll go but if you get scared don’t come crying to me.”

A large smile split across your face as you jumped in excitement. You kissed his cheek and when you pulled back you nodded your head enthusiastically, “Deal!”

-

You had made it through the corn maze successfully, beating last year's time by two minutes. Quinn claimed it was the man dressed as an evil clown chasing them but that didn’t matter to you because you still beat your personal record.

You were practically bouncing as the two of you waited in line for your turn to enter the haunted house. Lights were strobing and loud scary noises were playing and it only made you more excited. You didn’t miss the exasperated but fond looks Quinn was giving you and when it was finally your turn to enter you grabbed his hand and tugged him behind you.

You refused to admit that Quinn was right. You lasted all of two minutes before you were too scared and were let out of a side entrance. The people working there were understanding and despite Quinn’s claim that you couldn’t come crying to him, you were wrapped up in his arms as tears fell down your face and you got your breathing to even out.

“I really thought I could do it this year,” you mumbled into his chest.

Quinn ran his hand through your hair and sun circles into your back as you shook.

“Maybe we can go home and watch Halloweentown or something. That always puts you in a good mood.”

You perked up at the mention of one of your favorite childhood Halloween movies. Pulling away slightly to look up into your boyfriend's eyes you smiled slightly. “We could even have hot chocolate?”

“Of course,” he said simply as he wiped the remaining tears from your face.

It wasn’t until the two of you were back in his car that you finally said what you had been thinking about since exiting the haunted house.

“Maybe next year will be the year that I finally make it through that place.”

Quinn looked at you in surprise before finally shaking his head and chuckling. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

[jellys-compendium]

Comforting Monster Stories for the Weary Heart

Part 1 - The Gargoyle

Pairing: Monster x/& GN!Reader Relationship (can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic) Cw: Brief/implied feelings of solitude and isolation with some fluff at the end Word Count: ~500 A/n: Who doesn't love gargoyles, right? This little project will be my first attempt at some original writing featuring some cozy short stories that focus on monster x/& human relationships. The relationships in each story can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic in nature. Hope you enjoy them!

The clack of your footsteps is the only sound that echoes across the ancient cobblestones as you make your way home. You listen as the sounds are swallowed into the black unknown beyond the streetlights that illuminate your path. It is quiet tonight, the silence somewhat eerie, but you are not afraid. You are protected and nothing or no one can harm you. 

Your nightly journey home alone in the dark used to frighten you. Your entire life you only had yourself to rely on, and if you went missing—swept silently away in the clutches of a monster—would anyone even notice? Would anyone care? 

Pondering the answer to that question has always hastened your steps each and every night, but tonight as you approach the massive and imposing cathedral at the centre of the city, you feel a comforting warmth spread from your heart all the way to the tips of your fingers.

You used to be all alone, but not anymore. Not since that fateful night when you encountered a creature who was just as lonely as you were.

‘Gargoyles, ugly as they may be, are protectors.’ One of the nuns once told you. ‘Under their watchful eyes, you are safe.’

How right she was, although perhaps the well intentioned sister had not meant her consoling words to be taken literally.

Slowing your pace, you gaze up at the gargoyles. Most are arched and snarling, keeping evil at bay with their exposed fangs and claws. They are a majesty to look upon, perched on their stone pedestals. The artistry behind their creation leaves you breathless every time you bear witness to them. Not a single gargoyle is a copy of the other and each is unique in their own way. Just like human beings.

Eventually your gaze comes upon one of the central pedestals. It is vacant and a smile spreads across your lips. 

He’s awake.

And no sooner do those words cross your mind do you feel a shift in the cool autumn night breeze. A gust of wind blows across the manmade path, whistling through the stone archways and singing through the branches of the nearby trees. 

A large shadow passes overhead, shrouded by the moonless sky yet still distinguishable enough for you to discern the enormous breadth of his wings. As quietly as his massive form allows, the gargoyle lands close to you, just outside the reach of light.

He calls your name, his voice like the scraping of stone, rough and earthy. It’s strangely soothing. It sounds like the whisper of old parables told by the fire, now long forgotten. Or like the rumbling of thunder on a hot summer night. It sounds like…home.

“You’re here,” You smile, heart thrumming excitedly as you walk into the shadows to join him. It’s too dark to see him completely, but the orange glow of his inhuman gaze guides you into his embrace. Before long you’ve wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug and his sharp claws wrap gently around you in kind.

“I'll always be where you are.”

He squeezes you tight, nuzzling against you and holding you like you matter--like you always mattered despite everything that you've endured.

Your eyes burn at the gesture and you squeeze him back, wanting your gargoyle to know that you're here for him too, that he has and always will have at least one friend in this city full of strangers.

"You are not alone."

His words, so tender and kind, are the soothing balm your soul needed. Your hands, chilled by the night breeze and his cold skin, caress his cracked and bumpy skin, eagerly reciprocating the kindness and care he had showed you.

"Neither are you."

dividers by @/saradika

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 6)

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y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 HAPPY REGULAR SEASON!!!

WELCOME BACK TO THE SPECIAL EDITION: JACK HUGHES SHOW!

OUR MIGHTY FINE DEVILS WON 4-3 AGAINST THE MICHIGAN BIRDS!

tonight, my beloved, apparent bad boy, got TWO goals, but more importantly TWO penalties!! i love when he does good things, but i love when he does bad things even more!! even if the first penalty WAS a bit of a chintzy call, i still loved seeing him locked up 🥰

my favorite autumn tree got his first goal of the season tonight, and i couldn’t be prouder! you go, ginger snap!

my sweet bratt also got a penalty for interference, which makes no sense to me, and obviously not to him either- but alas, we persevered!

and last, but certainly not least, UNCLE HAULA-HOOP GOT AN EMPTY NET GOAL, WHICH SECURED OUR WIN!! THANK YOU, HAULA BACK GAL!

p.s. i’m sorry to Ellen, who i accidentally ditched to get a picture of her son in the bad boy box, and who also might’ve heard me call him a naughty slut— she laughed, but i think i saw a part of her die inside

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jackhughes did you seriously post a photo of me COMMITTING MY PENALTY?

y/ndevils00 you chose violence. i love it. 👁️🫦👁️

trevorzegras hey those emojis look exactly like you

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I WAS HAVING A GOOD NIGHT AND THEN YOU SHOWED UP

dougieham autumn tree?

dougieham wait, hold on, i got this….

dougieham trees are tall and their leaves turn red and orange in autumn. i am tall and a ginger (red/orange)! therefore, me = autumn tree

y/ndevils00 YOU DID IT!! 🥹 i think i’m even prouder now than for your goal!

john.marino97 no me? no dawson?

dawson1417 yeah, no us?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 i have two words, eight letters.

dawson1417 “love y’all” ?

john.marino97 forgive him, he’s new to this

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 DO BETTER

dawson1417 oh :( but you DO love us, right?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 duh, obviously

user26 DEVILS ARE SO BACK

jesperbratt i didn’t do anything 🙁

y/ndevils00 i know you didn’t, my little swedish meatball! I’LL FIX THIS!

jackhughes no you won’t

y/ndevils00 no i won’t :(

ehaula i’ve missed you, niece!! and unfortunately your puns too

y/ndevils00 IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!! MWAHAHAHA

ehaula was that your evil laugh?

y/ndevils00 yeh

ehaula it was adorable

y/ndevils00 😠

ehaula @/kristen.haula isn’t she cute?!

kristen.haula our niece 🥹

user83 I WANNA BE HIS MOUTHGUARD

y/ndevils00 me first!

jackhughes why

elblue6 i promise, i didn’t die inside! call him a slut all you want!

jackhughes MOM?

y/ndevils00 you are my only true supporter, Ellen 🫶

nicohischier you didn’t call me any names! i used to pray for times like these

y/ndevils00 only because i didn’t get a picture fast enough of you bent over like me in the bedroom

jackhughes why do you say these things

nicohischier please stop talking

y/ndevils00 never. 🗣️ SLUT 🗣️

lhughes_06 i made it out unscathed 🙏

y/ndevils00 you wish

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y/ndevils00 i was so happy to meet so many of your wonderful faces on the red carpet!

i was just there to do my job (taking pictures of my boyfriend! god i love my job!) but so many of you asked for pictures with ME and it made my heart feel so full!

i never thought that accepting this job would mean finding a boyfriend, a brother (two! actually!), two amazing best friends, and apparently a family of supporters! i’m so grateful to have the opportunity to make a lifetime of memories with this amazing team!

go devils! but most importantly, go devils fans! this wouldn’t be possible without y’all!

tagged jackhughes, john.marino97, lhughes_06, and dawson1417

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user19 i’m gonna go out on a limb and assume you’re the one to thank for Jack’s new hair, in which case THANK YOU 🙏🫶

y/ndevils00 you’d be correct 😈 YOU’RE SO WELCOME

jackhughes ya know, I’M the one who went and got my haircut

y/ndevils00 yeah, after i played subliminal messages in your ears at night, telling you that you should go and get it cut

jackhughes you what?

y/ndevils00 you look so handsome, babygirl!

lhughes_06 my squishy!

y/ndevils00 MY SMUSH!

lhughes_06 you looked radiant tonight

y/ndevils00 aww, well you looked quite dashing, yourself!

lhughes_06 my sister ❤️

jackhughes she’s in the closet

trevorzegras she came out?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I’M CRYING, YOU IDIOT! i’m in the physical closet, not the metaphorical one!

trevorzegras oh! my b, bro

dawson1417 THAT’S ME!

y/ndevils00 that’s you!!

dawson1417 i’m also grateful you have this opportunity and that you took this job btw

y/ndevils00 THIS POST WAS NEVER MEANT TO MAKE *ME* CRY

dawson1417 please don’t cry, i’ll bring you a churro tomorrow?

y/ndevils00 suddenly my tears are gone

jackhughes no they’re not

dawson1417 @/jackhughes i’ll bring her a churro anyways

user73 I MET YOU!!! you’re so sweet, and gorgeous! i think i was even more excited to meet you than Jack!

y/ndevils00 ME? LOOK AT YOU, BEAUTIFUL GIRL!

jackhughes i feel like i should feel offended, but somehow i’m not because i’d be excited to meet dove too

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re so obsessed with me

user39 JOHN PICS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ THANK YOU, Y/N!!

jackhughes my beautiful, crazy girl ♥️ i’m thankful everyday that you accepted this job and that you accepted the title of my girlfriend

y/ndevils00 aw, i love you to pluto, my sweet boy ♥️

y/ndevils00 p.s. if you’re so thankful, you should think about changing my title 🥰

jackhughes moments over

y/ndevils00 I’M JUST SAYING

_quinnhughes you didn’t hear it from me…. but he’s definitely thought about changing it

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes you’re my new favorite hughes

_quinnhughes i wasn’t already?

y/ndevils00 well, you were, and then luke bought me pizza

_quinnhughes pizza? PIZZA is all it takes?!

y/ndevils00 please captain huggy, have mercy on me, i was starving and your middle brother was trying to feed me chicken that wasn’t tenders or nuggets

john.marino97 grateful for you and the way you push me to d* b*tter ❤️

y/ndevils00 did you just censor “do better” ?

john.marino97 it’s given me ptdbs

y/ndevils00 ?

y/ndevils00 wait— “post traumatic do better syndrome”

y/ndevils00 i’m so smart 🥰

john.marino97 yes, you are! such a smart girl!

y/ndevils00 that feels like sarcasm but i’m gonna ignore it

[beebuzzt]

Larry Johnson drabble

i’m a slut for this man i stg

The lake was quiet, I could see the clouds clearly reflecting over the surface, however all they did was cast the lake a dark, dusty grey. The autumn air was bitter and it made my nose numb.

I exhaled another cloud of smoke in a sigh, pulling at my coat to cover me more as the wind picked up. My body was occupied with keeping itself warm, so all I could do was silently stare into the water.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, the beeping tone disturbing the calm and busting my ears. I already knew who had texted me.

1 New Message

Larry Longshaft

Omw now save me sum!!

I pinch the joint between my lips to reply.

ur too late

Of course I was teasing, I had waited until he finished at school to even start preparing it. Sharing is caring and all that.

1 New Message

Larry Longshaft

ur evil !!

“Yeah.” I smirked, replying to him out-loud before flipping my phone shut and sticking it my pocket. No need to respond when he’s already on his way.

Sparking the blunt again, I stared back out across the water, feeling myself begin to shiver. Eventually, I could hear his footsteps approach from behind.

“You okay?” Was the first thing he asked when he sat on the ground next to me. Taking one more drag, I passed the joint to Larry and shuffled closer, leaning against him. He radiated warmth, I could feel from my thigh resting slightly on his, and my head on his shoulder. It made me sink into him and relax. I couldn’t stop the sigh coming out of me if I wanted to. When his arm wrapped around my back, squishing me closer to him and holding me there tightly, nothing else mattered.

“Better.” I glanced up at him, smiling slightly under his own gaze.

Although my response was short, barely letting him gage how I actually felt, it was enough for his face to lift. His eyes felt brighter suddenly and I watched his lips form into his own little smile before etching into a full grin.

He dropped his head slightly, catching me in a sweet, long kiss. My face began to heat up, whether it was from him being so close or my own blood turning hot in my cheeks, I didn’t know. But that soft heat spread through my body gently, and I could feel my heart beating against my chest. It felt as if the wind wasn’t even there anymore.

Larry pulled away too soon, the bliss was still lingering behind my eyelids as I looked up again at him, the same smile staring back at me.

“Good.”

And I was warm again.

this is short and shit pls criticise me i wanna know how to be better (but also be nice or i’ll cry really really hard)

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for @autumnal-dcthings; JayKon soulmates, TimKon datemates, and the wrong Superboy. TW for some very vague nsfw themes/thoughts and a touch of dubcon; cut for length.

“Who says you’re the one who deserves entertained here?” Jason snorts, baring his teeth. Fake Superboy’s smirk turns decidedly dirty, and he rolls his hips up against Jason’s jock. His dick feels at least as hard as the armor.

Like, not in the sense that the guy actually has a hard-on right now. Just in the “his dick is definitely indestructible” sense. Jason’s fucking stupid brain is having a little bit of trouble parsing the difference right now, though. 

Also part of him’s kind of wondering how that works in the–for fuck’s sake, he’s going to book two extra therapy sessions this week. Maybe more! Who the fuck knows, at this point! 

This whole thing is just such fucking bullshit. 

“TTK is like, a passive perception thing, you know,” fake Superboy mentions casually, which seems like an interesting piece of information for a body-hijacker to have, Jason notes to himself, barely resisting the urge to narrow his eyes assessingly. “I can feel everything you’ve got whenever I want.” 

“That doesn’t sound very ‘passive’,” Jason observes dubiously. Pretty much the opposite of it, in fact. 

“I can feel it when you look at me, too,” fake Superboy hums, tilting his head, then grins wickedly. “Even through the mask.” 

Jason, immediately, regrets every time he ever checked out Superboy when he had a mask or helmet on and the opportunity, including the pre-soulmate-realization times. And also, it’s seeming increasingly likely that this asshole might have access to Superboy’s memories, assuming that wasn’t just a lucky guess or a cold read. Definitely not reading his mind, though, or they’d know the jig was already up here.

But if the actual Superboy is actually aware of just how many times Jason’s checked him out, he should maybe just go face-first into another crowbar. 

He should definitely do that, actually. 

“High opinion of yourself there,” he says, and fake Superboy preens. 

“Yeah, you’ve been giving me one,” he says with a sharp grin. Jason longs for those theoretical kryptonite brass knuckles. “Makes a boy feel downright pretty.” 

Prick. 

“Shut up,” Jason says, and picks the least annoying option of several very annoying options and kisses him again. Fake Superboy makes a surprised little sound, barely discernible, and then a performatively smug one, and kisses him back. 

This sucks. And not because fake Superboy is such a lousy kisser. 

. . . mostly not, anyway. 

Sue him, Jason would rather the stupid presumably-evil doppelganger he's making out with right now knew how to kiss no matter who they looked like.

God, his life is fucking pathetic and weird and his priorities are absolutely fucked. He seriously needs to get a fuckbuddy with complementary psychological issues to his own. Meet a nice vengeful bastard and work out some stress or whatever. 

His therapist would not agree, but his therapist isn’t getting hit on by a fake version of the soulmate who’s dating her brother, is she, Denise.

This whole situation is actually even more stupid than telling a woman named “Denise” all his issues translated for civilian ears, but such is his fucking life. 

Why didn’t he just stay dead again? Because he definitely could’ve just stayed dead. Like, there were multiple opportunities for that. He was in fact spoiled for opportunities for that. 

“I like it when you look at me, Hood,” fake Superboy murmurs between their mouths, his voice low and throaty and sounding just like all of Jason’s dirtiest daydreams. Jason, again, thinks longingly of kryptonite. This asshole can’t kiss, no, but he sure as shit can talk. “Gets me kinda . . . excited, you know?” 

Jason wants to blow up this entire fucking building. Or block. 

Or city, maybe.

Where the fuck is his backup? Is there an all-hands going that nobody thought to mention to him? An apocalypse he somehow didn’t notice? For fuck’s sake, it’s supposed to be a goddamn panic button, not a “hey, if you’ve got a sec” kind of thing! 

Not that he has any personal trauma about anybody showing up too late to do him any good or anything like that, of course. Definitely not. 

Maybe it’s gonna have to just be daily sessions this week. 

“Did I tell you to shut up or not?” Jason says, baring his teeth again and internally promising himself he’s going to read Bruce for filth after the bastard’s fucked up the response time here so phenomenally, whenever said bastard can actually be bothered to show up. He doesn’t care if his fucking spine’s broken again, at this point.

Fake Superboy laughs, and kisses him again.

[mywingsareonwheels]

It is absolutely true that at a time when fascism is terrifyingly on the rise (throughout Europe, and with a hopefully outgoing Tory party here in the UK that crossed the line some while back (plus the growth of Reform who are bewilderingly even worse), and the terrifying possibility of Trump retaking the US in the autumn), everybody else on the political spectrum needs to work together to keep them out.

Even when it means holding your nose and voting for a shithead (my enormous sympathy and respect for those who hate Biden but are still going to vote for him because you live in a state where your vote matters and the greater evil in this case is beyond words; ditto those in Labour target seats in the UK who are going to vote for them on Thursday despite Starmer (and possibly also their prospective MP) being awful); ditto the equivalents of this in so many other countries.

Or even actively working with people whose views are pretty dreadful but who still aren't actually fascists and so really are hugely hugely preferable.

Historically, the willingness or otherwise of non-fascists of all stripes to work together has been entirely crucial to whether or not fascists get power. Over, and over, and over again.

It is however also true that the left (even the only-just-left-of-centre) are somehow expected to make far more compromises and hold our noses far more in working with the centre and centre-right, while they're not put under any pressure to do the same in working with us. We're supposed to suck it up; they're not. And this is stupid and unfair, and fuck the centrist media for continually letting them off the hook.

Both these things are true, and too many countries in the world right now give those of us who want to make the world better far too few good choices when it comes to election time. :(

(Quick reminder though to fellow UK people that here we are allowed to join or donate to a party that isn't the one we're voting for. Building up better parties for the future is also essential. And the GPEW and the Scottish Greens both have targets seats in this election that might want some money thrown their way...)

[attyslittlespace]

🎃 31 DAYS OF LITTLE HALLOWEEN 🎃

Halloween is my FAVORITE holiday so I wanted to make something fun that the little community can be apart of! Yes, I know its the beginning of August 😭🙏 but I wanted to make sure people had time to make something nice with all the prompts since i know theres 31 <3

You can do anything you want with the prompts too! Moodboards, outfit moodboards, writing, drawings, anything! You can even mix it up! Get creative!

DAY 1 : NOSTALGIA

~ Things that make you nostalgic, halloween from your childhood, etc.

DAY 2 : FAV HALLOWEEN MOVIE

~ Anything to do with your fav Halloween movie

DAY 3 : PUMPKIN PATCH

~ All about pumpkin patches

DAY 4 : HORROR

~ Your fav horror character, genre, movie, book, etc. Or could even be what you would be like in a horror movie, or horror costume, pretty much all about horror

DAY 5 : CARNIVAL

~ Clowns, games, rides, food, aesthetic, just all about carnivals

DAY 6 : CURSE

~ Poison, Spells, Haunted Houses, Cursed Items, All that jazz

DAY 7 : SLASHER

~ Fav slasher character, movie, aesthetic, etc.

DAY 8 : SCARE CROWS

~ Scare Crows!!

DAY 9 : NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS

~ All about Nightmare Before Christmas (I added this for christmas elements :3)

DAY 10 : HAUNTING

~ Ghosts, Haunted Houses, Dolls, Possesion

DAY 11 : CIRCUS

~ Clowns, Circus acts, Circus tents, All things circus

DAY 12 : MAZE

~ Farms, tractors, like rural areas, etc.

DAY 13 : MONSTER MASH

~ All about monsters

DAY 14 : BACKROOMS

~ I added this cus I love the backrooms leave me be 👀

DAY 15 : FREE SPACE

~ Do whatever you'd like !

DAY 16 : SLEEPAWAY CAMP

~ (I hope someone gets this reference) Summer camps, slashers, final girls, summerween

DAY 17 : BONFIRE

~ Nighttime, smores, ghost stories, etc.

DAY 18 : SCHOOL CELEBRATION

~ Those school Halloween parties from your childhood :3

DAY 19 : VAMP

~ VAMPIRES RAHHHHH

DAY 20 : BAT ATTACK

~ Bats :3

DAY 21 : FAV CANDY

~ Yum

DAY 22 : LITTLE EVIL

~ Your little age/little you but Halloween ooo spooky

DAY 23 : FAV CREEPY SHOW

~ Scooby Doo, Goosebumps, Stranger Things, it doesnt have to be Halloween coded

DAY 24 : WITCHY

~ Stereotypical Halloween witches or genuine pagan witches or a secret third option, doesnt matter

DAY 25 : FALL

~ Or as the british call it "Autumn"

DAY 26 : GHOST BUSTERS

~ All about ghosts and/or ghost busters

DAY 27 : GRAVE

~ Cemetaries, Funerals, The Undead, Full Moons

DAY 28 : MOVIE NIGHT

~ Halloween movies, blankets, cozy vibes, and FOOD

DAY 29 : COSTUME

~ Costumes yayyy

DAY 30 : HALLOWS EVE

~ Tis the night before Halloween...

DAY 31 : TRICK OR TREATING

~ The iconic tradition, the star of the show

Feel free to skip any prompts, not go in order, etc. N you can start posting whenever you want! Me personally I will start posting on the first of October though

If you do this please use the tag #attys halloween prompts or even tag me ! Id love to see everyones creations and I will be reblogging every one I see <3

[jdeclerc]

a brother's intervention - part two

part one

pairing: eris x reader.

summary: Eris struggles to voice his feelings...can he find a way to do so before he loses the one fae he needs most?

author's note: a longer than anticipated answer to the cliffhanger that is part one...and a little something for the Lucien girlies ;)

warnings: adult content

word count: 4,654

“You can’t love me, not in that way.”

It’s the hurt and following disbelief I see flash across his face that suddenly has anger replacing the tears I had only moments ago.

“And why is that? Is the thought of me feeling this way toward you so nauseating you can’t even entertain the thought?”

His voice returns the anger in mine, his eyes holding nothing but fury as they meet mine.

“Don’t you dare believe you are the problem in this situation, not for a moment.”

“Then what is the problem?! You have given me no other explanation, no other way to interpret your words.”

“Me!” He shouts the words, his voice laced with defeat as he continues. “I am, as I always have been, the problem.”

“Eris...”

“Please, do me the kindness of sparing me from words to try and attempt to dissuade me from seeing myself for what I am.” He throws his hands up in exasperation, gesturing down the length of himself. “To love me is to love a monster, one born and bred to be lethal, undeserving of the love of a fae as extraordinary as yourself.”

“You can’t possibly believe that! Eris, look at what you have accomplished in the last 5 years…you have brought the very thing you say you are undeserving of back to our home.” As I move to close the distance between us, he raises his hand, halting my steps.

“All that I have done is to make up for all that came before. No amount of time or effort can erase the darkness I’ve laid upon our lands.”

“Eris, your father –”

“Whether by own hand or his makes no difference, I had a part in it all the same.”

His anger is once again replaced by defeat. Mine, however, increases ten-fold.

“I have never thought you to be a fool until this moment Eris Vanserra. Are you that self-centered to believe yours is the only opinion that matters in this moment? That I say the words I did with no thought or consideration for who I am saying them to?” He doesn’t stop me this time as I approach him, stunned into silence by the rare occurrence of my wrath being turned on him.

“You forget that every sin you have committed has been done with me by your side. I have taken every step in darkness with you, have walked by your side through it all. Do not believe, for one moment, that all of Prythian does not follow your name with my own when recounting the evil reaped by the Autumn Court over the centuries.” I let out a breath before I continue. “To call yourself a monster is to call me the same.”

I can tell by his expression that he is remembering the same memory I am.

---------

It was a rare moment when my composed exterior gave way to my baser instincts. I distinctly remember the lesser Lord of Autumn cradling the hand I had broken when he dared to think he had claim to any part of my body. He began screaming of the monstrosity he believed me to be, having missed the Lordlings who approached him from behind. Without a word Eris came to stand between myself and the male, Lucien taking a position at my side. As the male cowered in fear, Eris requested that Lucien take me back to my rooms and that he would follow along shortly.

I do not know what transpired in the time it took him to see after my well-being, Eris refusing to tell me even to this day. But what I do know is that he carried the scent of copper, had changed his clothes when he did, and that the next time I saw the lower lord he no longer had a right hand to cradle.

---------

We came out of the memory at the same time, his expression angrier than my own.

“And the reason you were dragged into that life is obvious. There’s a common presence through it all. And that makes it worse, doesn’t it? I wasn’t satisfied being a monster by myself. I was selfish enough to mould you in my image, to create a force just as dangerous and evil as I am.”

“If you think you dragged me into anything Eris, then you don’t know me. You don’t make my decisions for me, you never have, and you never will, no matter what title you carry. Every choice I have made is my own and I live with them every day. But that doesn’t matter to you. No…as long as you’re a monster, pushing everyone away becomes that much easier, doesn’t it?”

The grate to our voices is evenly matched, neither of us conceding to the other.

“Easier?! You think it’s easy to watch the members of my court, my own family, find their happiness? Trust me when I say it has never been easy not being sure enough of myself to find my own. It isn’t easy to have the voice of my father constantly reminding me I will never be worthy of love.”

“Then you’re the coward of the two of us. You’re not your father Eris, you never will be. I’m tired of that man continuing to hold you captive.”

“Y/N, stop.”

“No, I want to know. What is the worst that could happen if you let someone get truly close to you?! What, truly, is there to lose?!”

“Y/N…” Eris’ voice was that of a High Lord, dark and commanding. I matched it with my own, only louder.

“Tell me Eris! What. Is. There. To. Lose?!”

“Everything!” His voice carried the very fire that ran through his veins, I had never heard his anger laced with such desperation. “If I say what I truly wish, I could lose the one thing that means more to me than anything, is that what you want to hear?”

I put the last embers of my anger into my next words.

“No…I want you to say it! Stop being a coward and say it!”

“I LOVE YOU!”

Everything stops in that moment, the forest going deadly quiet. Neither of us making a move toward the other.

Then, all at once, the forest comes to life. Birds are singing, the sun shines past the trees overhead, the leaves begin dancing around us, and his hounds begin letting out excited yips and howls. All in response to what is happening between Eris and me.

It is as though I can see the thread forming and making its way to each of us. Its glow dancing through the air, showing off just how special and beautiful it is. It is with a sharp pain that I feel it reach my chest and snap. Quickly followed by an all-encompassing warmth spreading throughout my entire body.

A sea of emotions flows toward me as I look toward Eris, finding he is already looking at me. As we look at each other for a moment, smiles begin to overtake both of our faces, transforming into laughter.

“Cauldron boil me, what fucking fools we are!” Eris exclaims.

He closes the distance between us, his hands coming to rest of either side of my neck as I look up at him. My own reaching to either side of his waist.

“Forgive me for being fool enough to miss what was right in front of me…my mate.” His words coming out as a whisper, a wave of awe flowing down the bond as his eyes lock on mine.

A look of uncertainty takes over Eris’ expressions, his next words laced with painful meaning.

“I will not force you to accept it, I will not do to you what was done to my mother. Should you choose it, I will step back from you…forever.”

My grip tightens at his waist, my eyes never leaving his.

“Eris Vanserra, hear my words…I love you, for all that you are. I choose you; I am not leaving you…you never have to feel alone again.”

“You must know I have always loved you; every piece of my scarred and broken heart belongs with you.” He leans his forehead against mine, both of us basking in the waves of emotion crashing through the bond.

“Eris…” The desperation in my voice escapes of its own accord, my need for him apparent to us both.

“I have been yours for centuries, say you are mine and I will make it so.” His want is evident in his voice, his eyes darkening as he speaks, as though he is done hiding from me. “Be sure, my love, for I have no intention of letting you go if you say the words.”

I don’t even take a moment to hesitate, having known my answer to such a question for centuries.

“I am yours; now and forever.”

Eris’ gaze searches mine once more, looking for any traces of hesitation or regret…he finds none.

Every ounce of hesitation leaves him as his lips crash into mine.

My arms wrap around his shoulders, bracing myself against the force of his kiss. His encircle my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. Eris kisses me like a male that has been starved for centuries; finally receiving what he needs.

His breaks our kiss for a moment as he commands, “Jump.”

I obey without hesitation, my legs wrapping around his waist and Eris’ hands coming to rest beneath my thighs.

“Good girl.” His voice impossibly deep as his lips find mine once more. Eris begins walking us backward, my back hitting bark. One of his hands comes to the back of my head to prevent it from hitting the tree.

I can’t help but laugh, my words coming out breathless. “Every the gentlefae, Eris Vanserra.”

“What can I say? My mother taught me well.” I raise my brow at that, not being able to resist teasing him for his choice of words. “Don’t you start, we are not doing that, not now.”

“Then what are we doing?” I say as I undo the buttons at the top of his tunic, my hands skimming the exposed skin. I feel Eris tremble beneath the contact, sending a wave of desire down our newly found bond.

“This.” He connects his lips to my neck, finding a particularly sensitive spot just below my ear. A hum of approval coming from him at my responding gasp.

Eris’ hips push into mine to support me against the tree as his hands trace up my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. My hips respond with their own push forward at the feeling of his hardness and the brush of his thumbs.

I bring my hands to the back of his neck so I can tilt his head, his groan of protest being replaced by a deep gasp of his own as I begin kissing along his jaw.

I stop only when I reach his ear and brush my lips along it as I whisper, “What else did you have in mind, my High Lord?”

“What else do I have in mind?” Eris lets out a small chuckle at that. He leans back so he can meet my eyes, his expression so intense that I can feel the warmth as it colours my cheeks. His hand comes to rest on the front of my throat, applying just enough pressure to ensure I have to hold his gaze. His voice comes out as a growl and is laced with desire as he says, “Love, I have a centuries-long list of what I plan to do to you. And you using my title isn’t helping the last hold I have on my restraint.”

“I don’t want or need you to restrain yourself, give me everything Eris.” My hips grind into his once more, my words having their desired effect on him. His eyes close of their own accord, and his head tilts back as he releases a shaky exhale.

“As much as we would both enjoy that Y/N, I don’t plan for the first time I fuck the future High Lady of Autumn to be against a tree.” I can’t help the whimper that escapes me at his words, his hand tightening the slightest bit more around my neck at the sound. “No…I plan to take my time with you. Leave you so thoroughly sated that my name leaves your lips like a prayer, and you are unable to rise from our bed on steady footing.”

“Promises, promises…what about the things I’ve dreamed of doing to you?” I begin sliding my hand down his front, painfully slow as I whisper, “Alone…in my room…with nothing but my hand to keep me company?”

He grips my wrist before it can reach where we both desperately want it to be.

“You’ll be showing me exactly what you would do and telling me about every desire your brilliant mind has conjured, of that you can have no doubt.” He brings my hand up to his mouth and brushes his lips over my knuckles. “But I believe it was you said we can’t be late for dinner and if we don’t resume our journey now, the sun’s descent will arrive before we do.”

“Shit.”

Eris makes no move to release me from his hold. He leans in and rests his forehead upon mine. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Part of resuming our journey is your letting me down Eris.”

“Allow me the indulgence of savouring what may be the most perfect time of my immortal life for a few more moments…please.” His voice is quiet. It’s almost as though he didn’t mean for the words to pass his lips.

“I suppose we can spare a moment.”

We both chuckle at my words but fall into a comfortable silence shortly after. Time seems to lapse as we breath each other in.

Through the centuries I have seen Eris truly at peace only a handful of times. I refuse to take it from him now, punctuality be damned.

After what is too short a time for my liking Eris leans back, “I’m ready.”

“You’re sure?” My hands come to rest at the back of his neck, rubbing small circles with my thumbs.

“I’m sure…but promise me this: we stay no longer than necessary to be polite. I have waited for and wanted you for centuries, and I intend to have you, in every sense of the word, before this day is done.”

“I swear it.”

Eris leans in and kisses me deeply, nipping at my bottom lip as he pulls away and steps back from the tree. He lowers me so gently that the leaves don’t make a sound as my feet hit the forest floor.

The smokehounds jump up from where they have been resting and race to our sides. They begin jumping and weaving around us, refusing to be left out of such an important day. Eris gently pushes them back, promising the best the cook has to offer when we return home. I can’t help but smile, knowing a piece of his heart is reserved only for them and their 10 siblings. He catches me watching and a smile of his own overtakes his features.

I take his arm as he offers it and rest my free hand against his bicep as we begin walking.

“Lucien is never going to let us live this down, is he?”

“I believe my brother will take great joy in being the one to brings us together. I’m sure there are plenty of “I told you so’s” in store for both of us.”

“Both of us?” I glance at Eris in question. I can see embarrassment start to creep into the tops of his cheeks, his sudden nervousness apparent.

“There may have been a time or two…or fifty…that I made the foolish decision to confide in my brother regarding my falling hopelessly in love with you. The only difference between you and I being that I didn’t resist the urge to punch him when he deigned to call me a coward for my continued silence…on more than one occasion.”

“Hopelessly, huh?” I couldn’t suppress my smile at the colour in Eris’ cheeks.

“Hopelessly, helplessly, every word you can use to describe it…that has always been me when it comes to you. My brother has never let me live it down and I look forward to you doing the same.”

“Never.” I tighten my grip on his arm and pull him to turn toward me. I rest my hand on his chest, over his heart. “I will never weaponize your vulnerability. Not now, not ever. Do not ever be afraid to show it to me, I want to see every part of you.”

He rests his hand over mine, falling quiet for a moment.

“Thank you, truly. That...it means more than you can know.”

He leans in and kisses me, lingering for a moment. As he pulls away the corners of his mouth are upturned in the purest of smiles.

“Let’s hope the Mother allows my brother to do the same.” He offers me his arm once more. “Shall we go find out, my Lady?”

I can’t help but grin as I take his arm, enjoying the glimpse of the carefree, playful side of Eris.

“We shall.”

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Eris isn’t sure how long it takes he and Y/N to reach their destination. For all that he valued efficiency and punctuality in his court operations, he couldn’t give one flying fuck if they ever reached Lucien’s home.

A mate is something Eris never let himself dream of having. He had seen firsthand how his father handled their sons being involved with those he deemed unworthy. Beron had taken so much from his brothers, his mother, Eris himself. He refused to even open himself up to the possibility of finding a partner to stand by his side.

What a cruel twist of fate it was to have her by his side for as long as she has been. Eris had denied himself time and time again, knowing that loving Y/N meant opening her up to further abuse from his father than what she already suffered. He had vowed to keep her safe and he was learning that, without him fully realizing it, she had done the same.

Y/N ensured he never walked in darkness alone. She had pulled him from the brink of destruction more times than he could count, and he owed her more thanks than even an immortal fae life could provide.

He keeps sneaking glances down at her as they walk, marveling in the possibilities that lay ahead of them. For the first time, more so than any other point of his life, Eris dares to dream. He begins imaging the foundation they would build for their life together, how it would grow and prosper.

He thinks, perhaps, he does owe his brother thanks. If not for Lucien’s remarkably stupid plan, he may never haver felt what it was like to feel the utter contentment coming from deep within his chest. Felt what it is to have Y/N in his arms, her body responding to his every touch, and the flow of love she had been unable to hold back from the bond. Eris meant it when he said it was the most perfect moment of his life, nothing else had ever come close to what happened in that grove.

They turn the final curve in their path, Lucien’s cottage coming into view. It is not the grandest sight to behold but it is priceless, nonetheless. The cottage was built to house nothing but love and family. Eris had ensured Lucien knew he would always have a place in the Forest House, but his brother wished for his own space. A place in which he could heal from the wounds inflicted by his own mate and a place in which he could fall back in love with his home court.

What the cottage had become for Lucien was more than Eris had ever anticipated.

Lucien waits on the front step, his expression one of smug satisfaction as he takes in the two walking joined to one another.

Eris can hear the happy squeal and pitter patter of small steps before he sees who they are coming from. The source creates a smile on his face like no other can, not even his newfound mate.

“UNKY ERI! UNKY ERI!” The young fae runs by her father with nary a glance in his direction. At a meager two years of age, the youngling is already living up to the fire that runs through her veins. “Up, up, up!”

Y/N has seen this type of greeting enough times to be wise enough to take a step back and Eris shoots her an appreciative smile. He ensures she feels the gratitude he has for the small gesture with a push down the bond.

Eris crouches and opens his arms just in time to scoop his niece from the ground. He swings her in a wide circle, her excitement echoing throughout the forest. They’re both laughing by the time Eris settles her on his hip.

“Hello little flame, did you get into any trouble today?”

“Nooooo…Mama and papa took me into town. We went into all the shops, had cake for lunch, and then papa bought me books from Mama’s store. And then I was waiting for you and Auntie Y/N to get here so I could show you all my books.” The young fae’s hands excitedly wave in the air as she tells her uncle of her day.

“And I would love to see them. I’ll even read one to you before bed if you would like.”

She screams in excitement at the possibility, Eris gives a slight cringe with the sheer volume his niece can reach. She places her small hands on either side of Eris’ face and plants a sloppy kiss on his forehead. Eris can’t help but glance over at Y/N, for the first time allowing himself to imagine having a family of his own. Y/N’s eyes show the first sign of tears as she gives me a loving smile. Both of them knowing they can allow themselves to dream.

“I love you Unky Eri!”

“And I love you, little flame!”

 She starts making grabby hands at Y/N and Eris happily passes the youngling to her aunt. Allowing them the opportunity to have their own hello, albeit a much less loud one.

Eris looks up at his brother and feels some of his earlier anger return. Lucien must read this in his expression based upon his next words.

“Jesminda, I think your mother would love to have you help her prepare the table for dinner.”

“Only if Auntie Y/N comes with me.” The girl crosses her arms in a pout.

“It would be my honour.” Y/N sets the girl down but before she can take her hand Eris grabs her wrist and pulls her into him. He leans his head into her, his hand tightening where it sits on her waist.

His lips brush her ear as he whispers, “Only as long as needed to be polite, my love. You won’t like who I become if I’m kept from you longer than is necessary.”

Y/N’s responding look has Eris thinking she would like that very much indeed.

“As you command, my High Lord.”

As she steps aways Eris knows she selected her words specifically to elicit a reaction from him. It is only the need to speak to his brother that keeps Eris from leaving Lucien’s immediately and giving into his need to have Y/N all to himself behind the closed door of their chambers.

Y/N takes Jesminda’s impatiently waiting hand and they begin making their way into the cottage. As Y/N reaches the porch, she gives Lucien’s arm a reassuring squeeze and Eris can tell by the look of surprise that flashes across his face that he smells the mating bond. Lucien waits for a moment after the two have entered his home to begin making his way toward Eris.

“I can’t tell, Brother, whether I should be waiting for your thanks or your ire.” He flashes Eris a smile as he says it.

“Given the situation, I would say it warrants both. Wouldn’t you agree brother?””

After a moment’s stand-off the two move to embrace one another. They agreed long ago to not waste any more of the time they have together, their father having already robbed them of so much of it.

“I knew the two of you belonged with one another, but mates? Now that, I could not have predicted.”

“It would seem as though the Mother herself was waiting for the two of us to get over ourselves and admit how we feel.” Eris falls quiet for a moment and is met with his ever-persistent struggle to communicate his feelings. There is a catch in his voice as he speaks. “I can’t…no words will ever…”

Lucien rests his hand on Eris’ shoulder, understanding his brother’s struggle better than anyone.

“After all that you have done for me Eris, abandoning you in the words with the love of your life is the least I could do.” His humour alleviates the tension that had built, both of them having a much-needed laugh.

“All that I have done is given you back what was stolen.”

“And so much more, you must know this.” Lucien gestures to the cottage in front of them and the future inside that waits for both of them.

Eris regards his younger brother for a moment.

“I’m still learning to.”

Eris lets the last embers of his anger bleed into the grip he puts on the side of Lucien’s neck as he says, “But I swear on this very court brother that if you ever place Y/N in a situation like that again we will have words. And not even my mate’s grace will save you.”

His grip loosens almost as soon as he puts it there but the flash of trepidation across Lucien’s face tells Eris he believes it, nonetheless.

Lucien steps back and puts his hands together in front of himself.  

“And on that cheerful note, shall we head inside? You can tell me the story of today and begin the first of many thank yous that you’ll be begging to give me.”

Eris shoves his brother much like they did when they were kids.

“And you can go fuck yourself.”

They both break into laughs as Lucien turns toward the cabin, beginning to make his way inside.

“I love you too Eris, I’m glad to have you by my side…our family is lucky to have you,” Lucien calls as he turns to face Eris for a moment before reaching the porch.

“I’m glad you’re finally admitting it.” If the finger Lucien throws up over his should is any indication, Eris knows his brother hears his words as he crosses the threshold of the cabin.

Eris stops for a moment and tilts his head to the sky. He closes his eyes and breathes in.

What Eris didn’t tell Lucien is that he is the lucky one. That he cherishes every moment he gets to remove the cold mask he dons every day and simply be himself.

“Would you like to come in for dinner or is standing alone in the forest how you would like to spend your evening?”

Eris opens his eyes and meets those of his mate. Y/N is leaning against the doorframes with a look of pure adoration on her face. Eris can’t control the smile that spreads across his face as he makes his way toward her.

He takes her extended hand in his and it’s as though walking into the cabin is walking into their future.

A future that Eris can’t wait to be a part of.

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Been watching bits and pieces of Fairly Odd Parents New Wish.

And it always bugged me how the lore for this series is very half baked or even nonsensical. So I’m bored and have time.

This will be partly from many types of fairy books and based on the Fey slightly.

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There are several different types of magicals beings in the Magical World.

Fairies: Good aligning, from Chaotic, Lawful, and Neutral. It’s in a fairies nature to bring light and joy, they do their best when bring happiness. Hence why they are often the main inheritors of Godkids.

Their courts often are at their strongest during the Summer and Spring months. Of which the Fairy Council has its most powers and why during these times it’s best to hold court.

Fairies don’t have full control over earth, but they have primary control. And are assigned the most god kids. Mostly due to the fact they often win the bake off against the Anti Fairies.

Anti-Fairies: They are mostly Evil aligned beings. Chaotic, Lawful, and Neutral. Depending on their alignment is depending on how much bad luck they bring.

Some, like Anti-Cosmo, are Chaotic-Evil and bring a lot of bad luck. To the point that just by being in the same room as them can cause ill fortunes as a side effect. Others, like Anti-Wanda, are Neutral-Evil, they still cause bad luck but only in certain ways. Or often only in ways they like, neither swayed by misery of others or just wanting to cause mayhem for the sake of it, but rather just for personal gain.

They are the group that controls the Fall and Autumn courts. Their Fairy Court is often the worst to be stuck with. They are unfair, like causing problems and curses, and their deals are very unbalanced.

They also inherit the least amount of god kids and have the least amount of control in the world. Though they can occasionally get a godkid, if the godkid gives up their fairies due to selfish reasons. But can just as easily lose them if the godkid chooses benevolence over malice.

This is mostly due to the fact they keep losing the bake off. And godkids naturally being inclined to kindness or being unaware of how to summon an anti-fairy.

Pixies: Their alignment tends to be Neutral, but never True Neutral. Mostly they are either chaotic or lawful, speculation for this could be because of their bureaucratic ways being so monotone, their magic reacts by making them one ‘extreme’ or the other.

Chaotic Pixies can bend rules easily for their own desires. Even if in very boring ways. But for a pixie it’s still a bit too much for them. Hence why most Chaotic Pixies are rarely seen in office meetings and often are kept at an arms length by the rest.

Lawful Pixies are just soul sucking, metaphorically, they are by the book and nothing can sway them from it. Doesn’t matter if the laws are good or evil, just that they are law. Hence why they get most of the office sitting desk jobs or meetings. They are a pain in the butt to work with due to their rule stickler ideas and mounds of paper work.

In terms of Godkids they actually prefer to get them when older as teens near adults. I like Fairies, who prefer to help young kids, pixies like working with older teens and young adults. Mostly ambitious ones by getting them to follow rules and laws to use loops holes to climb the ranks. They tend to have a good hold over this, and rarely away from it. Very few pixies get a godkid/teen younger than 15.

They don’t have a ‘council’ mostly just an office group of high ranking people.

Fey: They can be any alignment. These creatures are old and the first magicals to ever exist. Often are the ones on all fairy councils, fey often are rhetorical result of any magical being alive for so long. Gaining a human looking form and larger wings. Their magic has developed for so long, they just became more human looking. (Jorgan and Tooth Fairy being a few)

Becoming a Fey isn’t just a manner of age but also magical power. Oddly enough the only Fey to come to existence is often those who have had alot of Godkids and/or magical experiences.

Cosmos and Wanda are the first fairies in a long time to be near Fey status, gaining a human looking form they can transform into.

Some Fey have just existed for as long as many can remember. Some think all magicals descended from these Fey, but it’s unknown for the most part.

Fey are capable of using magic to bend and shape reality in more ways than other magicals. But often tend to just go into a specialty form of magic. (Ie, Tooth Fairy went into Tooth Magic).

However some can be rather powerful due to a loop hole. Which I will get into later.

Angel: Cherubs to be precise, real human to eldtrich horror angels aren’t ever seen or thought to be extinct. Cherubs are rare, often tending to be more emotional based magicals creatures from positive to negative. They don’t grant wishes, but often show up when a person is trying to alter a persons emotions. Love being one of them, ie Cupid.

Animals: Some animals can be magical too. Hence dragons or even unicorns. Their alignment varies depending on the type. And some can even have godkids too, though this is very very rare and only just started as a program with various results.

Notes

- Peri is technically a ‘fey’ given his magical levels. But chooses the appearance of a fairy. He was born of a wish making him a being of pure magic. Though oddly Irep is not the same in that regard only coming as a by product of Timmy’s wish, hence why Irep is jealous of Peri.

- no one is sure what Peri is capable of, not even himself. And why he’s trying to hard to prove himself as a Godparent because he had to fight hard to evil get this job as many don’t trust him.

- Da Rules has slowly gotten thicker over the years, mostly due to Timmy.

- Depending on the season depends on what fairy court you’re given. Most godparents wait for summer or spring for their courts. Not wanting to put themselves or their godkids at the mercy of the Anti Fairy Court.

- In this universe Godkids can be adopted by Godparents, this was how new fairies would often made after babies were outlawed. However it’s very rare, and often most Godkids don’t need adopted.

- A fairy godparents, no matter who, job is to provide something their godkid is missing. Parental figure? Love? Escapism in a healthy way? Therapy? The goal is to better the kid where the human parent has failed. To make them into better parents without much trauma.

- most do still forget their fairies, but in their is more their memories are altered to cut out magic and think they had teachers, cousins, or friends who were better role models than their parents.

- Magic is a secret due to problems in the past of human abusing is. Even pixels do the same to their adult charges once they get their aspiration goals.

- human witches do still exist using a very very rudimentary form of magic that is based upon intent. That also still comes around to them back if they do curses and hexes. Not many of them practice it and they are seen as crazy or just doing placebo effect by other humans.

- not all fairies become Godparents, or actually takes a long time for them to be trained properly. Hence why there aren’t many godparents. Luckily kids seem to be doing better these days so this give them time to train before the crash and a bunch of kids need them.

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That’s about all I got for now. Feel free to add some of your own ideas and Headcanons.

[vikwrites]

Copacabana - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ A letter to Tony Stark, 16 years after his death. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Widowed! Reader Word Count ➣ 681

October 17, 2039.

Dear Tony, 

It’s been 16 years since you left this world, October 17, 2023, 16 long years. 

It's surreal to think that it's been this long. At times, it feels as if we're still the teenagers who first fell head-over-heels for each other, dreaming of a future without any obstacles in our way. 

The memory of our first kiss still lingers, like a cool breeze on a warm autumn day, in the midst of an October rain, our clothes soaked and sticking to our skin. Young and reckless, having just graduated from MIT with bright futures ahead of us. But in that moment, all that mattered was the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body pressed against mine. The world faded away as we stood there in the rain, lost in each other's embrace.

I watched as you slowly rebuilt Stark Industries after the passing of your father. We had just eloped to California, swept away by our passionate love, keen for a fresh start. But money had changed you. I tried to understand the pressure of carrying millions on your shoulders, but it became harder to reconcile with who you were becoming. Yet, despite it all, my love for you never wavered. 

I remember when you were captured in Afghanistan. Those 3 bitter months, I didn’t know if you would return or not. Then you came back, and in your chest was embedded an arc reactor, a false, mechanical pump; keeping you alive, but deep down, I knew you still had a heart. You changed so much after that, like you lost a part of yourself in that cave.

Then the world crashed upon us—aliens, Avengers, and everything in between.

The moments in between felt like a hazy blur, my mind struggling to hold onto the images as they slipped through my fingers like sand. I remembered catching glimpses of you on the news, especially in your impenetrable armour, well. We thought it was, but that fateful day on Titan proved otherwise. 

And it hasn’t been the same since.

Morgan, our little girl. She’s just been accepted into MIT, just like you’ve always dreamed of. In a few years, she’ll be getting her PhD in electrical engineering, just like her father did; hopefully, she’ll inherit Stark Industries and continue on our legacy. As proud as I am, it's bittersweet, to see her follow in your footsteps. I know you would have been so proud of her. But at the same time, it brings up all the painful emotions of losing you and wondering how different things would be if you were still here. 

Morgan misses you a lot, she really does.

On rainy days, we’d sit outside the cabin. As rain splattered against the wooden porch, Morgan would curl next to me, tucking her small hand into mine. She would turn to me with big, curious eyes; "Tell me about Dad," she said, wanting to know more about the man she never got to meet, and I would weave fantastical tales of his bravery, how he fearlessly battled against evil to protect us, but deep down, I knew that he had been just as scared and uncertain as the rest of us, scared that he would lose us.

The humidity feels nice, we seek solace these days, finding comfort in the melancholy beauty that accompanies them. But my heart aches as I think about how much you loved these moments, we used to sit by the lake, talking about how we’d get older in each other's arms, yet you're no longer here to join us. 

Occasionally, we’d still leave a cheeseburger out for you, hoping that somehow you can still taste it in another world. It's a silly habit, but it's all we have left to cling to your memory. We know you're no longer here with us, but our hearts refuse to accept it. It's our way of holding onto you, even though we know you're gone.

We miss you, Tony, and I hope I’ll get to see you again. 

I love you 3000.

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