#An Everlasting Dream Intertwined
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still, i don't wish you to forget me
#do you guys think atossa âwait for caribert till her last breatheđ§đ»ââïž#â ïž 4.7 archon quest spoiler#genshin 4.7#4.7 spoilers#CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP#rkgk#sketch#doodle#caribert#atossa#caribert alberich#genshin impact#ćç„#fanart#genshin fanart#bedtime story#an everlasting dream intertwined#aether#lumine#dainsleif#genshin angst#genshin npc
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An Everlasting Dream Intertwined - Genshin Impact
#art references#art reference#genshin impact#genshin#gi#web event#An Everlasting Dream Intertwined#clorinde#sigewinne#sethos#furina#lyney#navia#alhaitham#aether#lumine#dainsleif#dragaliaarchivewebeventsgenshin
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Aether and Lumine reunited đđ
Aether's expressions broke my heart. đ
"There's so much I wanted to ask you, but for some reason, I'm not interested in asking those questions right now.
There's just one thing I have to ask, one thing I could never understand...
Why... why can't we continue our journey together?"
Twitter(X): @xiaoaetherposts
#genshin impact#aether#traveler aether#genshin impact aether#genshin impact lumine#abyss twin#abyss princess lumine#genshin impact traveler#genshin traveler#traveler#bedtime story#genshin impact 4.7#genshin 4.7#4.7 leaks#Archon Quest Chapter IV. Act VI.#An Everlasting Dream Intertwined#traveler twins#aether and lumine#lumine and aether
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2024, is the year we got official Dainsleif art.
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After the last update, I am increasingly annoyed by the absolutely passive reaction of the main character to the actions of his brother / sister. Okay, this is the only relative, the closest and most beloved person, his motives are not fully understoodâŠ
But isn't the hero angry that his brother/sister doesn't tell him anything? Can't he just meet up and explain himself? It even infuriates me that he/she preferred revenge for a foreign country to his only family and chose darkness without even trying to tell about his reasons. It's not that hard to talk! And the hero's lack of reaction is very annoying. It is also completely unsettling that the hero decided that it was better to sit quietly and listen to Gemini's philosophical reasoning than to go help Dainslaf, who could have died at that moment. Cool!
I don't understand why the developers make such an insensitive log out of the main character? As if he has no right to emotions.
#genshin impact#aether#lumine#dainsleif#genshin impact lumine#genshin#genshin impact art#Version 4.7 "An Everlasting Dream Intertwined#genshin impac 4.7
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Whispers of Forever- Lando Norris
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Lando Norris and his beloved share an enchanting wedding day, filled with tender vows and passionate kisses, as they embark on a journey of everlasting love, promising to create a lifetime of beautiful memories together.
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The evening had slipped into a comfortable quiet as Lando and his fiancĂ©e sat at their table, the soft glow of candlelight flickering between them. The restaurant was tucked away near the water, chosen not for its fame or grandeur, but for the intimacy it provided. It was a place where they could be alone, just the two of them, with the soft murmur of waves and the distant call of seagulls filling the air. Tonight, as they sat together, there was an unspoken understanding between themâthe weight of what tomorrow held was beginning to sink in
Lando leaned back in his chair, his gaze never straying from her face. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant sundress, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, and the glow of the candles cast a warm, ethereal light across her features. There was a peacefulness about her tonight, a quiet strength that made his heart swell with affection. Tomorrow, she would be his wife, and the thought of it sent a wave of emotion rushing through him.
âIt feels unreal, doesnât it?â His voice broke the gentle silence, soft but carrying the weight of the moment. âTomorrow⊠weâre getting married.â
She smiled, the kind of smile that reached her eyes, lighting them up in a way that made his heart skip a beat. âIt does. Iâve been thinking about it all day, and it still feels like a dream. Like, weâve been building up to this moment for so long, and now itâs here.â
He reached across the table, his fingers finding hers and intertwining them in a gesture that was both familiar and intimate. The softness of her skin against his was grounding, and in that moment, he felt more connected to her than ever before. âIâve thought about it too,â he admitted, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of her hand. âNot just about the wedding, but⊠everything after.â
Her gaze softened, and she leaned in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. âWhat do you see? For us?â
Landoâs eyes flickered down to their joined hands before meeting hers again, and for a moment, the vulnerability in his expression was palpable. He had always been confident, always sure of himself on the track and off, but tonight, with her, he was letting her see the depth of his heart. âI see a life together. Not just the big moments, like today, but the little ones. I see us laughing over breakfast, fighting over who gets to pick the movie, traveling together, building a home. I see us growing old together.â
His words hung in the air between them, and she felt her chest tighten with emotion. There was something so raw and honest about the way he spoke, like he was sharing the deepest parts of himself with her. She squeezed his hand, her voice soft but full of certainty. âI want that too. I want all of it.â
For a while, they simply sat there, letting the emotions of the evening wash over them. It wasnât just excitement for tomorrowâit was the quiet understanding that after tomorrow, everything would change. They would no longer be individuals navigating life side by side; they would be bound together, facing the future as one.
When the evening finally came to a close, and they stood outside the restaurant, the cool night air wrapping around them, Lando pulled her close. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment longer than usual. âTomorrow,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. âTomorrow,â she echoed, her heart full.
The morning arrived with the soft glow of the sun filtering through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Lando stirred beneath the covers, his eyes blinking open as the realization hit himâtoday was the day. His wedding day. The air felt charged with something electric, a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and a touch of nerves.
He rolled over, instinctively reaching out for her, only to remember that she wasnât there. Tradition had kept them apart for the night, and while he understood it, he couldnât help but miss the comfort of her presence beside him. There was a certain kind of calm that only she could bring, and now, all he had was the restless energy bubbling inside him.
Pushing the covers aside, Lando sat up and ran a hand through his tousled hair, his mind racing as he tried to imagine the moment heâd see her walking down the aisle. What would she look like? What would she be thinking? The thought sent a flutter through his chest, and he let out a breath, shaking his head as if to steady himself.
The knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts, and when he opened it, his father stood there, dressed in a simple suit, his expression soft with understanding.
âMorning, son,â his dad greeted him, stepping inside with the easy familiarity of a man who had watched his boy grow into the man standing before him.
Lando smiled, though it was tinged with the weight of the day. âMorning, Dad.â
They sat together in silence for a few moments, the air between them comfortable, filled with the kind of quiet that didnât need words. Lando appreciated his dadâs presence more than ever this morningâhis steady, unwavering support had always been a constant in his life, but today, it felt particularly grounding.
âHow are you feeling?â his father asked, his voice gentle.
Lando hesitated, searching for the right words. âIâm excited,â he admitted, his voice quieter than usual. âBut nervous too. Not in a bad way, just⊠I want everything to be perfect for her.â
His dad nodded, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding. âThatâs how it should feel. Marriage isnât just about today, or the ceremony. Itâs about every day after. Itâs showing up, even when things arenât perfect.â
Landoâs chest tightened with emotion. He had always looked up to his father, not just as a role model, but as a man who had shown him what it meant to be committed, to love deeply and unconditionally. âI want to be that for her,â he said, his voice thick. âI want to be the kind of husband she deserves.â
His father smiled, his hand resting on Landoâs shoulder. âYou will be. You already are, just by the way youâre thinking about it.â
The words settled into Landoâs chest, and for the first time that morning, he felt a sense of calm. His fatherâs reassurance meant more than he could say, and as they sat together, he realized that he was readyâready to be a husband, ready to start this new chapter of his life.
Across the house, the bridal suite was a flurry of activity. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and quiet conversation as she sat in front of the mirror, her heart pounding in her chest. The dress hung nearby, a vision of delicate lace and intricate beading, the long train spilling onto the floor like something out of a fairy tale. She hadnât put it on yet, but the sight of it made her stomach flutter with anticipation.
Landoâs sister stood beside her, carefully pinning her hair into soft waves that cascaded down her back. Her own sister was fussing over the veil, adjusting it every few minutes to make sure it would sit just right.
âYou look beautiful,â Landoâs mother said softly from behind her, her voice thick with emotion as she stepped closer to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Tears pricked at her eyes, and she met Landoâs momâs gaze in the mirror. There was a warmth in her eyes, the kind of love and acceptance that had made her feel like family from the very beginning. âThank you,â she whispered, her voice catching. âI just⊠I wish my mom could be here.â
Landoâs mom squeezed her shoulder, her own eyes glistening. âSheâs here with you, in her own way. And she would be so proud of the woman youâve become.â
Her heart swelled with emotion, the words settling deep within her. Landoâs family had embraced her with open arms, and while the absence of her own mother was a constant ache, she felt surrounded by love todayâby people who cared for her as if she had always been a part of their lives.
Her sister stepped forward with a grin, adjusting the last piece of the veil before stepping back to admire her handiwork. âThere,â she said, her eyes shining with excitement. âYou look perfect.â
She took a deep breath, her hands smoothing over the bodice of her dress. It was a dreamâan off-the-shoulder gown that hugged her figure in all the right places, the lace delicate and intricate, like a work of art. The soft tulle skirt flowed behind her, giving the dress an ethereal quality, as though she were floating. She had never felt more beautiful, but it wasnât just the dress. It was the way she feltâready, confident, and so deeply in love.
Landoâs sister smiled, stepping back to admire her. âHeâs going to lose it when he sees you.â
Her heart fluttered at the thought, and she couldnât help the small smile that tugged at her lips. She knew Lando well enough to picture his reactionâhis eyes widening, his breath catching for just a moment as he took her in. The thought of it made her nerves dissolve, replaced by a deep sense of excitement. She couldnât wait to see him, to stand beside him and promise to love him for the rest of her life.
Standing at the entrance to the aisle, her arm linked with her fatherâs, the weight of the moment settled over her like a soft blanket. The music began to play, the soft strains of a piano filling the air as the doors opened, revealing the long aisle before her. Her breath caught in her throat as she took her first step, the scene before her like something out of a dream. The church was adorned with white roses and delicate greenery, their fragrance lightly perfuming the air. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting a warm glow over the guests as they all turned to watch her make her entrance.
But her eyes were only on him.
Lando stood at the end of the aisle, his posture straight and his hands clasped in front of him, but it was the look on his face that nearly brought her to her knees. His eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, were locked on her as if nothing else in the world existed. She could see the love, the awe, the tenderness in his gaze, and it filled her chest with a warmth so powerful it almost overwhelmed her.
He had never looked at her quite like this before, and in that moment, she knewâshe was his world, and he was hers.
Her father walked her slowly, step by step, down the aisle, but each step felt lighter, the weight of the moment replaced by the overwhelming joy of knowing what awaited her at the end. Her heart raced, not with nerves, but with the anticipation of the life they were about to begin together.
As she reached him, her father placed her hand in Landoâs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he stepped back to join the guests. The warmth of Landoâs hand in hers was steady, grounding her in the moment as she gazed up at him.
âYouâre⊠incredible,â Lando whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His thumb brushed lightly over the back of her hand, a silent reminder that he was just as overwhelmed as she was.
She smiled up at him, her heart swelling with love. âYouâre not so bad yourself.â
The ceremony began, the officiantâs voice weaving through the air like a distant hum, but all she could focus on was Landoâhis steady breathing, the warmth of his hand, the way his eyes never left hers. Each word spoken, each vow exchanged, felt like a promise, not just of love, but of a lifetime of shared moments, challenges, and triumphs.
When Lando spoke his vows, his voice was steady, but she could hear the raw emotion beneath it, as if every word was coming from the deepest part of his heart. âFrom the moment I met you,â he began, his eyes soft but unwavering, âI knew you were special. You made me feel things I didnât even know were possible. And every day since, youâve continued to surprise me, to challenge me, and to make me fall even more in love with you. I promise to be your partner in everything, to support you, to lift you up when things get hard, and to stand by your side no matter what. I promise to love you, not just in the easy moments, but in the tough ones too, because thatâs what real love is.â
Her heart felt like it might burst from her chest as she listened to him, tears stinging her eyes. She squeezed his hand, feeling the same overwhelming love coursing through her.
When it was her turn to speak, her voice wavered slightly, but the words flowed from her heart. âYouâve always been my greatest adventure,â she began, her voice trembling with emotion. âYouâve shown me what it means to love someone fully, without holding back. Youâve made me braver, stronger, and happier than I ever thought I could be. And I promise to be your partner in everythingâto stand by you, to laugh with you, to dream with you. I promise to love you with all my heart, through every high and every low, because youâre not just the man I loveâyouâre my home.â
The moment hung in the air between them, charged with a love so deep and so true that it felt almost tangible. When the officiant pronounced them husband and wife, the room seemed to hold its breath.
Lando didnât hesitate. He pulled her toward him, his hands framing her face with a tenderness that made her knees weak. His lips met hers in a kiss that was soft, slow, and full of all the love and promises they had just made. It wasnât just a kissâit was an unspoken vow, a reminder that no matter what came next, they would face it together.
As they walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, her heart felt lighter than it ever had. The future stretched out before them like a blank canvas, ready to be filled with memories and moments they would create together.
The reception was a blur of laughter, toasts, and dancing, but through it all, Lando never left her side. He held her close during their first dance, their bodies swaying gently to the music as they lost themselves in each other. His hand rested on the small of her back, pulling her closer as his lips brushed her ear.
âI love you,â he whispered, his voice barely audible above the music. âI love you more than anything in this world.â
She rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek. âI love you too,â she whispered back. âMore than words could ever say.â
She felt a shiver of excitement at the thought. They had talked about their future countless timesâthe adventures they would embark on, the home they would build, the family they might create. But now, standing there as husband and wife, those dreams felt closer than ever.
Landoâs gaze dropped to her lips, and she felt the heat of his breath as he leaned in closer. âMay I kiss my beautiful wife?â he asked playfully, a teasing glimmer in his eyes.
She laughed softly, nodding. âI think that would be quite appropriate.â
With that, he captured her lips with his, the kiss deepening as he pulled her closer. It was a kiss filled with passion and tenderness, a declaration of love that seemed to echo into the night. As they melted into each other, she felt as if all her worries, her fears, and the stress of planning the wedding faded away. In that moment, there was only loveâpure, unadulterated love.
As they pulled away, Landoâs expression shifted, the light of the moon catching in his eyes. âI love you,â he said, his voice earnest and sincere. âWith everything I am, I love you.â
âLetâs make a promise,â he suggested, his tone shifting to something more serious. âNo matter what life throws at us, weâll always find time for moments like thisâjust the two of us, away from the noise.â
Her heart swelled with love at his words. âI promise,â she said firmly, locking her gaze with his. âWeâll always make time for us.â
As the night wore on, they rejoined their guests, the atmosphere buzzing with laughter and joy. Friends and family surrounded them, offering heartfelt toasts and sharing stories that brought tears of laughter and nostalgia. Landoâs playful banter and charming smile drew everyone in, but every now and then, he would catch her eye from across the room, and the world would blur around them.
During one of the toasts, Landoâs best man raised his glass, a mischievous grin on his face. âTo Lando and his beautiful wife! May your love be modern enough to survive the times and old-fashioned enough to last forever.â
Everyone raised their glasses in agreement, and as the clinking of glasses echoed in the air, Lando leaned in close, his voice low and intimate. âYou are my forever.â
The weight of his words settled in her heart, a beautiful promise that made her pulse race. âAnd you are mine,â she replied, her voice steady and full of emotion.
When the dance floor opened up, Lando pulled her into his arms, and together they swayed to the music, lost in each otherâs embrace. The laughter and chatter of their guests faded into the background as they moved together, the world narrowing down to just the two of them.
âI canât believe we did it,â he murmured, resting his chin on the top of her head, his body radiating warmth and security. âWeâre married.â
She nodded against him, a smile spreading across her face. âI know. It feels surreal.â
âGood surreal or bad surreal?â he asked, pulling back slightly to search her eyes.
âGood surreal,â she assured him, her fingers brushing against his cheek. âIâve never been happier.â
Landoâs eyes sparkled with mischief. âAnd weâve only just begun. Just wait until we get to our honeymoon. Iâve got some surprises planned.â
Her curiosity piqued, she tilted her head. âSurprises? Now you have my full attention.â
âJust little things,â he said with a wink, âlike a private villa on the beach and the chance to explore together. I want to show you the world, one adventure at a time.â
Her heart raced at the thought of traveling with him, of exploring new places hand in hand. âThat sounds perfect,â she said, her excitement bubbling over. âI canât wait.â
As the night continued, they shared more dances, each one punctuated by whispers and laughter, their connection deepening with every passing moment. With each twirl and sway, Lando would lean in closer, stealing kisses that left her breathless and filled with longing.
As the celebration wound down and the guests began to drift away, Lando and she found themselves at the center of the garden, the soft glow of fairy lights creating an enchanting atmosphere. They were enveloped in their own little bubble, the world outside fading away as they held each other close.
With every glance and every whispered word, she felt the depth of their connection solidify, their love deepening in ways she had never imagined possible. They danced under the stars, their bodies swaying to a melody only they could hear, and as the final notes played, Lando drew her in, their foreheads touching.
âLetâs never forget this moment,â he said softly. âThis is just the beginning of our forever.â
Her heart swelled, and she nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. âI will never forget, Lando. This is the best day of my life.â
âMine too,â he murmured, sealing the promise with a tender kiss that felt like the culmination of all their dreamsâone shared kiss, one shared future, and a lifetime of love stretching out before them.
As they stood there together, in that magical moment beneath the stars, they knewâthis was the start of their greatest adventure, a journey of love and togetherness that would only continue to grow. Together, they would face whatever came their way, hand in hand, heart to heart, forever intertwined.
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#lando norris#lando norris oneshot#lando norris fluff#lando norris fic#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#lando norris x you
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GENSHIN IMPACT ⥠an everlasting dream intertwined
#genshin#genshin impact#genshinedit#genshinet#clorinde#navia#lyney#furina#m:gifs#m:*#m:gifs:clorinde#m:gifs:navia#this was highkey really weird/hard to color... i think mostly due to my inability to narrow down a color palette here#but i'll leave it at that i desperately need to sleep ajkljfads#i also debated cropping lyney out so i could make bigger gifs#but alas. i would feel bad so you are spared small magician man.
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Beneath Weirwood's Shade
Pairing đ
Ș Benjicot "Davos" Blackwood Ă Bracken!reader
Tags đ
Ș forbidden love, romance, angst
Notes: inspired by romeo and juliet, thinking about posting multiple fanfics a day to reduce some of the stock i have :o
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Ș 1.2k
likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!
The ancient trees of the Riverlands whispered secrets to those who cared to listen. Their leaves, drenched in the gold of a setting sun, sighed with the weight of countless generations. In this land of ancient enmities and whispered feuds, House Blackwood and House Bracken stood opposed, their enmity as deep-rooted as the forests that surrounded them.
Beneath the sprawling branches of a towering weirwood, where the heart tree's face wept red sap, Benjicot Blackwood waited. His dark eyes, pools of sorrow and longing, flickered towards the distance. His heart, though hardened by the years of familial hatred, beat with an unyielding fervor for you, the light amidst his shadows.
You, a Bracken, the sworn enemy, the forbidden fruit. A love like yours was bound to secrecy, hidden beneath the shroud of night and the veil of danger. The thought of you filled his every waking moment, and his dreams were haunted by your touch, your smile, the gentle cadence of your voice.
From the shadows, you emerged, cloaked in the twilight, a figure of ethereal beauty and tragic grace. The world seemed to hold its breath as you approached, each step a defiance against the legacy of hate that threatened to tear you both apart.
"Ben," you whispered, your voice a soft symphony that danced through the air. He turned, and in his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own soulâtortured, yet unwavering in its love.
"My love," he murmured, closing the distance between you. His hand found yours, and in that touch, a silent promise was exchanged. "Every moment away from you is an eternity of pain."
Tears brimmed in your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, the world around you dissolving into the backdrop of your shared sorrow and joy. "We cannot keep meeting like this, Benjicot. The risk grows with each passing day."
His grip tightened, desperation seeping into his voice. "I would rather die a thousand deaths than live a single day without you. We are bound by more than blood and duty; our souls are entwined, and no force on earth can sever that bond."
"Then let us run away," you pleaded, your voice breaking. "To a place where Blackwood and Bracken are just names, where we can be free to love without fear."
Benjicot's heart ached with the weight of your words, the tantalizing dream of a life together pulling at his every resolve. But reality was a cruel mistress. "I fear there is no such place, my love. Our names, our histories, they follow us like shadows."
A shuddering breath escaped you, and you clung to him, seeking solace in his warmth. "Then let us cherish the moments we have, however fleeting. Let us defy the stars that conspire against us and carve our own fate, even if only for a night."
The weirwood watched over you, a silent sentinel to your stolen time. Beneath its ancient boughs, you and Benjicot found a sanctuary, a fragile haven in a world determined to tear you apart. You spoke in hushed tones, of dreams unfulfilled and love everlasting, your words a tapestry of hope and despair.
In the heart of the forest, time seemed to stand still. You and Benjicot lay on a blanket of fallen leaves, your hands intertwined, your hearts beating as one. The night sky above was a canopy of stars, each one a silent witness to your forbidden love.
"You remember the first time we met?" Benjicot's voice was a mere whisper, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of your hand.
You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. "How could I forget? It was at the harvest festival. I saw you across the field, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped."
He chuckled softly, the sound like a balm to your soul. "I remember thinking that you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. But when I found out you were a Bracken, my heart sank."
"And yet, here we are," you said, your voice tinged with wonder and sadness. "Despite everything, we found each other."
Benjicot turned to face you, his eyes filled with a fierce, unspoken promise. "No matter what happens, I will always find you. In this life and the next, we are meant to be together."
The hours slipped away, and dawn's light began to creep over the horizon. With a heavy heart, you knew your time together was drawing to a close. You stood, reluctant to break the fragile spell that had bound you both.
"Until we meet again," Benjicot whispered, pulling you into a final, lingering embrace. "Remember, my love, that you are my heart, my soul, my everything."
You held him close, memorizing the feel of his arms around you, the scent of his hair, the warmth of his breath against your skin. "And you, Ben, are my hope, my dream, my forever."
With one last, lingering kiss, you parted, each step away from each other a dagger to the heart. But even in the face of inevitable sorrow, you carried a piece of each other, a love that transcended the bounds of feuding houses and cruel fate.
In the days that followed, you returned to your separate lives, each day a painful reminder of the love you could not openly share. You exchanged secret letters, hidden within the folds of cloaks and beneath the roots of ancient trees, your words a lifeline that sustained you through the darkest of times.
But as the tensions between your houses escalated, the danger grew ever closer. Whispers of war and betrayal filled the air, and you knew that the time would come when you would have to make a choiceâbetween duty and love, between loyalty to your family and the call of your heart.
One fateful night, the shadows deepened and the air grew heavy with foreboding. A message reached you, written in Benjicot's hand, its words a stark warning: "Meet me at the weirwood. Our time is running out."
Fear and desperation clutched at your heart as you made your way to the ancient tree, your every step a prayer for his safety. When you arrived, you found him waiting, his face pale and drawn, his eyes filled with a sorrow that mirrored your own.
"My love," he said, his voice a broken whisper. "There is no time. Our families are on the brink of war. We must leave, now, before it is too late."
You nodded, your resolve hardening even as your heart ached. "Together, then. We will face whatever comes, as long as we are together."
With a final, desperate embrace, you turned and fled into the night, leaving behind the only world you had ever known. The forest closed in around you, its shadows a refuge and a promise.
As dawn broke over the Riverlands, the ancient weirwood stood silent, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. In its heartwood, the echoes of your love remained, a testament to the power of a love that dared to bloom amidst the thorns of hatred and the shadows of despair.
You and Benjicot, bound by love and fate, ventured into the unknown, your hearts beating as one. The road ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger and peril, but as long as you were together, you knew you could face anything.
In the annals of history, the names Blackwood and Bracken would be forever linked by strife. Yet, in the hidden corners of the Riverlands, beneath the ancient weirwood tree, the whispers of your love would linger, a testament to the power of a love that defied the stars and dared to reach for eternity.
#angst#asoiaf#hotd x reader#house of the dragon#benjicot blackwood x reader#benjicot blackwood#davos blackwood#romance#this was originally a targaryen/hightower fic shh#changed the names cause i canât get enough of him
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your sweetheart
âwhy do you look so scared?â
pairing: afab!reader x leon kennedy
warnings: smut, dark content (not dead dove (i think)), established toxic relationship, degrading, suicidal thoughts, implied forced self-harm, gaslighting, heavy manipulation, possessive behavior, praising, semi-soft sex, pet names, tummy bulge, slight strength kink, unprotected sex, biting, ooc leon, heâs crazy
note: you can use any leon for this!
thereâs two sides of being in love: being in love and being loved. you always blushed at the hopeful future that youâll be with the man of your everlasting dreams. a picture of him in a heart locket, your things in his bathroom drawers, knowing how he likes his coffee, his favorite scents, building a domestic life together. although two other men have ever been with you, you were sure this man was special. since by the second date, you were already planning out a wedding.
but leon couldnât have been the man of your dreams if he was a nightmare in your life. bitter kisses and rough touches are embroidered into your skin that itâs hard to believe that this is the same man who laughed at all your jokes and fake proposed to you with a candy ring. almost two years of agony-filled tears and broken belongings, yet you can not bring yourself to break away from him. maybe the toxicity is what you like. maybe youâre the reason why heâs yelling at you right now.
âyouâll never find someone better than me.â leon spits, grabbing your face with such anger that he could break your jaw if he really hated you. you peer up at him through glassy eyes, tears dried up, and lips cherry bruised. âthereâs nobody else for you.â leon manages to still look so divine when he speaks to you like this, star colored hair covering his sapphire eyes just enough for them to peak through. the warm lighting of the kitchen brings out his soft features that pathetically make you swoon.
âi love you.â you whisper, feeling your heart pounding painfully harder and harder as leon stays silent. his grip on your face leaves as his lips tug into a grin, tongue between his canines. âof course you do.â leon gloats as if heâs won the lottery, intertwining his hand with the handle of the kitchen knife residing in the wooden cube. the food you made for dinner is threatening to come back up when leon waves the knife in front of you. âdonât please.â you plead softly as the blood pumping in your veins becomes ice cold.
âthink iâm gonna hurt you?â leon breathes lowly, getting closer to your weak form. your doe eyes take in the way his eyes glimmer with amusement, a smirk finding its home on his lips, heâs clearly basking in this. âno.â you mumble, swallowing dry saliva when the tip of the knife brushes against your neck. you donât think, you know he would but he chooses not to. âi could kill you.â leon hums, dragging the knife across your forearm before letting it linger on your wrist. his eyes capture yours, a faint flame flickering behind them. free falling down to the concrete pavement would be more peaceful than this.
âyou could kill me.â he suggests, forcing the handle of the knife into your hand. you shake your head, stomach eating itself when leon leads your hand to his chest. âyouâd like that.â âi wouldnât.â âdonât fucking lie.â he spews as if youâre the one who said it. lips tremble in frustration as you cannot comprehend what leon is doing, you donât even know how it all went wrong ten minutes ago. how washing dishes together suddenly became leon degrading you, threatening you. the pitter-patter of rain against the roof is the only thing keeping you from vomiting, and leon yelling at you for doing so.
âwould you die for me?â leon questions, closing the gap between you two, the knife quickly withdrawing to your side. the warmth of his body radiates to you, making hell seem cold. your eyebrows knit together at his words, why would he ask that? âiâd do anything for you but-â âi want you to die for me.â leon interrupts you with a exasperated tone. your hands shake as tears welled up in your exhausted eyes, you just want to go to bed. you carefully place the knife on the kitchen island, unsure of what to do as leonâs eyes bore into yours.
âleon, can i please get ready for bed?â you sigh, wiping at the tears barely escaping your eyes. the echo of thunder booms throughout the apartment causing the atmosphere to be more daunting. a scoff leaves leonâs mouth, his jaw tightening at your response. you pissed him off. âhate me so much that you canât answer a simple question.â leon sneers with venom on his tongue. his stature towers yours, your gut churns at the feeling of being so weak. runny eyes divert down to your ruffled baby pink socks, theyâve never seemed more interesting.
âyour question is stupid.â you mutter under your breath before your jaw is gripped once more as leon forces you to look up at him. the blue hues swirling in his eyes are dark and cold, matching the storm outside. bones ache at the posture leon holds you in, he can snap your neck if he pulled back just a tiny bit further. âwho the fuck do you think youâre talking to?â leonâs words cut through your head and pierce your brain. the tears you cry match the pace of the rain knocking at the windows. âiâm so sorry, leon. iâll die for you, iâll do anything for you! please let me go to bed.â youâre so pathetic.
âis that so?â âyes! please!â you cry into his palm, looking up at him and hoping he has mercy on your damaged soul. leonâs eyes glance at the kitchen island as a smirk slowly finds its way on his pink lips. relief hugs you when he finally lets you go, your shaky hands rub the tender skin of your jaw. of course he doesnât let you leave yet, of course he doesnât let you go find peace in the one place where youâre the most safe. âcarve my name into your wrist.â leon says so nonchalantly that you think heâs almost joking. the kitchen knife is placed back into your hand, youâre so dumbfounded that you stare back at yourself in the bladeâs reflection.
âwhat?â you exhale out, ridding yourself of the fear from seconds ago only to breathe it back in. the blue-black eyes looking back at you are unrecognizable. âiâll do anything for you!â leon mocks, you want to vomit. you want to scream and rip your hair out, you want to jab the knife into your heart instead. death would be much more blissful than being here right now. âi donât want to do this, leon.â âiâll do it for you.â leon threatens, his warm hands grab at your wrist but you quickly step back to get them off you. âiâll do it.â your voice is barely audible, your mouth becomes dry when you shakily place the blade onto your wrist. what are you doing? âjust four letters and youâll go to bed.â
leonâs educated hands carefully bandage up your wounded wrist. your face rests in his chest, slowly breathing in the scent of vanilla. âyou did so great.â leon smiles before placing tender kisses upon the white fabric covering your arm. the numbness drowning your body is blocking any feeling, including your thoughts. youâre surprised you didnât cut a vein. you wished you did. âyouâre so mean to me, leon.â you whisper, eyes blurring in and out from drowsiness. why couldnât he be nicer to you? why couldnât he leave you alone? why canât you quit him?
âiâm not mean to you, doll. i wouldnât be doing this if i didnât care about you.â leon reassures you with eyes shining like blue akoya pearls. your mouth canât get any words out when the cologne lingering on his skin has your stomach in knots, reminding you that youâre the one who bought it for him on his birthday. he gives you the same wry smile that was on his lips that day. maybe youâre the mean one. maybe this is all your fault. âyou wouldâve killed yourself if it wasnât for me.â heâs right, you wouldâve bled out on the pearlescent tiled kitchen and suffer a painful death if he didnât care. thereâs a sharp pain in your head that has you wondering if this is all just a horrible nightmare.
needles prickle into your sore body as leon carefully picks you up, you catch your reflection in the mirror for a spilt second. eyes puffy and skin pale, drained. before you can react, youâre in sweet relief when the comfort of leonâs bed engulfs you. âsuch a gorgeous girl, how did i get so lucky?â leon hums as his eyes link with yours, affection glosses over the blue. the dim lighting illuminating this somber room, accompanied by the rain outside, is enough to lure you to sleep. the blur in your eyes goes dark for just a moment as your slumber takes over. yet you canât seem to rest with the way leon is soothing the skin of your thighs. your cunt is throbbing.
âtake it off please.â you whimper, gesturing to the blood stained dress hugging your figure. your body trembles as the cotton fabric is slowly ripped away, leonâs hands tenderly kneading warmth into your cold flesh. dark eyes locked onto your lips with each soft gasp you make, observing how you react to the gentle touches to your thighs. the fuzziness in your stomach heats gradually, just enough for your panties to get damper. leonâs fingers stray away from the thin silk covering where you need him most. your thighs rub together as you whine. âwhat do you want, hm?â his voice is an octave lower, raspy. he wants you just as much.
the echos of thunder are as loud as your pounding heart when you grasp leonâs hand, leading it to your cunt. a tongue in cheek smirk is hazy in your vision when leon hovers over your frame. âcâmon sweet girl, use your words. donât get shy now.â his voice is sugary water for your dry throat, the want is burning you alive. lips impatiently connect with his in a desperate attempt for leon to stop stalling and fuck you right there. a gasp is caught in your chest when his fingers harshly rub your covered clit before pulling away from your blushed lips. the thumps of your heart rings in your ears.
âi want you to fuck me.â you mutter with a mouth full of cotton, running a hand over his chest and under his tightly-fitted shirt. the precum sticking to your panties is soaking the fabric as your fingers trace over leonâs toned stomach. âyeah? youâve been such a good girl for me tonight.â leon smiles while kissing your cheek. his mouth finds solace in your neck, sucking pinks into your skin. âi need you.â the smirk he makes against your neck gives you whiplash. he can probably feel your racing heart pulse against his lips.
leon swiftly takes off his shirt, scattered scars compliment his sculpted build so well that you feel nauseous with desire. âi need you more, baby.â he cooed. his lips find yours again, the taste of mint coats your tongue. you like the way he kisses you, as if your lips are a blaze that he needs to warm up. leonâs hands make quick work of your panties, nudging his knee in between your thighs which has you grinding on his leg. âdirty girl.â he breathes out. the friction is not enough for your soppy cunt, needing more, needing his cock to relieve you. you want him to break you open, to ease the pain he put you through moments ago.
the crackle of lightning illuminates the room in blue, combating the blue in leonâs eyes. hands shake ever so slightly as you impatiently unbuckle his belt, your wrist is on fire when the metal buckle grazes against the bandage. âyouâre gonna hurt yourself.â leon warns, replacing your hands with his. you suppress a moan once leon finally rids himself of his jeans, his cock slapping against his abdomen as he shoves his boxers off. youâre salivating like a starved animal at the sight, the tip of his cock shines with precum. death couldnât be more blissful than leon.
âyou look so cute like this, your body begging fâme.â leon smirks, rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit. the moans vibrating through your throat almost hurts. youâre fiending for him, weeping for him, you could cum at the thought of him fucking you. thereâs a hand caressing your cheek, breaking you out of your hypnotic state. leon looks at you with infatuation, or lust, you can never differentiate the two. you do know both looks has your heart bursting. âi love you.â âi know.â he kisses the apple of your cheeks as his cock stretches you out, the air in your lungs exits out in broken whimpers and moans.
leon hides his face in the crook of your bruised neck, his hips slowly snapping against yours. fingertips trace the scars etched into his back, creating new ones as your nails break his skin when the curve of his cock hits your cervix so sweetly. the rhythm he keeps up is enough to make you dizzy. the low moans eliciting from his lips are intoxicating, you grow wetter at the sound. âlove this tight pussy, so perfect.â his teeth bite into your shoulder, lapping at the irritated skin with his tongue. you think you see god when the repeated thrusts and bites to your skin is twisting the coil in your stomach in knots.
leonâs hands grip your hips as your cunt tightens around his cock, the loudest spark of lightning hits your ears when leon presses a hand down your lower abdomen. you think youâve lost it at the feeling of leonâs cock rubbing against his hand, against your stomach. your hand reaches down to feel him and god, you want to cum so badly. âharder, please.â you moan out, chest heavy at the feeling of him splitting you open. his head rests up against yours, eyes searching your tear stained face as his thrusts become harsh. a stray tear cascades down your cheek at the sudden change yet youâre still pathetically moaning out leonâs name.
âgreedy little thing you are.â leon groans as he catches your lips in a sloppy kiss. youâre sharing moans in between breaths as leon relentlessly buries himself into your cunt, his fingers finding their place on your clit. the smell of sex and mercury blending into the sounds of skin against skin and thunder makes the pounding in your head almost pierce your ears. you feel faint, like the ecstasy youâre receiving is too much for your body. legs wrap around leonâs hips in an attempt to get him closer to you, his chest is sweaty against yours. hearts beating in sync, both racing erratically.
the overwhelming desire flowing throughout your veins is lethal, an overdose of leon. your chest heaves as you try to gather your surroundings as leon fucks you as if youâre everything yet nothing. thereâs tears on the brink of pouring out of your itchy eyes but you hold them back. you wonder what leon is thinking, if heâs overdosing on you as well or if heâs thinking about getting off. âfuck, keep squeezing my cock like that.â he moans, biting the flesh of your neck.
the fuzziness in your stomach is too much to bear when leonâs cock abuses your gummy walls repeatedly. you canât feel your face, your body, just leon. fingers tug at his hair which earns a grunt from his lips as his own fingers messily rub at your clit. the whines drawing out from you are pitiful, letting leon know youâre about to break. but he knew that before the whines left your mouth, the way your desperate cunt is gripping around him is enough to make anybody get the hint. âcum on my cock, sweetheart. can you do that fâme?â
the nails clawing at leonâs back sink into his flesh as your orgasm crashes into your body. mouth agape yet nothing comes out, eyes screwed shut, back arching off the soft mattress, legs shaking at the intensity. âthere you go, baby.â leon praises, kissing you gently as he continues to fuck your cunt. you hold his face as if heâs the only thing keeping you from blacking out. âi love you.â you confess for the umpteenth time as youâre gasping for air, heart punching itself out of your chest. leon weakly smiles, muttering something incoherent against your lips before pulling his cock out of your bruised cunt, cumming on your stomach and thighs with the sweetest moan.
leonâs body collapses on top of yours, exhaustion consuming you as you come down from the euphoric high. the sound of leon breathing and the soft knocks of rain at the window are a lullaby for your depleted mind. the colors of warm white and blue are blurred as your eyes struggle to stay open. a sting in your arm pulls you back into consciousness. you wince at the feeling. eyes drift to look over at your bandage wrist. leonâs hand is gripped around your injury, squeezing with such strength that reminds you that he could break you if he really hated you. you almost forgot why thereâs four letters carved in your wrist, why your mind is exhausted from crying, why you got fucked so lovingly yet so resentfully.
a giddy smile hurts your cheeks as leon suffocates you with peppered kisses around your face. âletâs get you ready for bed.â leon says on your damp skin, his hand leaving his name on your wrist.
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Genshin Impact | Version 4.7 "An Everlasting Dream Intertwined" Key Visuals
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4.7 || An Everlasting Dream Intertwined
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Synastry that was difficult + my two cents đđ
Hi friends! I decided to make a different post about synastry I felt was uncomfortable, but of course I want to offer an in depth discussion of it. Feel free to like, comment and reblog đ
Venus in the 8th house đ·đ”- With this synastry I felt intertwined and connected on a soul level. But the transformation started, as known with the 8th house it has the ability to transform wounds that need healing. Alchemy, essentially. Transmuting energies. Iâve noticed whilst this synastry can create an everlasting bond, it is tested a lot. Whether thatâs through influence from third parties (family, friends, exes) or the two in the connection go through mental challenges. Thereâs a theme of outsiders wanting to get into the connection. When we werenât able to heal and come together properly it ended in separation, or no contact. However long we needed. But when we did return, we returned wiser and resilient. We shared 12h synastry as well, denoting physical distance, and soon that turned to be an issue with developing the connection into reality. Things took a left turn when it couldnât develop properly, and it ended in jealousy, competition and ego on their end. Whilst this synastry created an amazing bond, I wouldnât prefer to revisit it.
12 house moon/sun đ§ââïžđ€- Disclaimer, sun/moon and 12h synastry is widely misunderstood, so I will say, any 12h synastry you have is a soul connection requiring inner work. And not necessarily a connection where there is fantasy, and dream-like experience, although part of it is, it encompasses facing reality on a deeper level and yourself. The person you are dealing with is a reflection of who you are at the time, reflecting wounds and patterns to you. Married couples do have this yes, and it most of the time it took constant inner work to develop the connection.
But this synastry often was difficult, because it introduced wounds and patterns hidden in my subconscious. Many others with this synastry feel tested, because they are meeting themselves in another person. Iâve had this synastry multiple times, the person involved was hard to get to know due to walls being up, and guarding. But it taught me I did as well. It was the start to me understanding where I was rejecting myself. The sun person is elusive, escapist just as much as moon synastry. And has a tendency to play it nonchalant, and underestimate their feelings in the connection.
Moon conj. Chiron synastry đ”đ- Another tough one, it produced a lot of healing. Chiron is the wounded healer and in the connection taught me the process to liberation. And to understand the journey of healing is never truly over. Itâs easy to project unhealed wounds on the moon person, especially if there is a lack of awareness. Easily, the connection can remodel the past if both people donât consistently work on themselves. The moon person can also struggle to speak up and find their voice, and because of their past can ghost the connection, because they are avoiding healing.
12th house mercury đȘ·âš- The mercury person tends to go silent, avoids and represses communication due to fear. On the receiving end itâs taught me to set boundaries and give myself closure, instead of waiting for the other party. Communication is hard for the mercury person, but when they are able to work on that, communication is deep, connecting, and revitalizing. Communication becomes easier over time. Lots of visions are shared between the two, and dreams. If anything its funny how its easy for them to talk to me in my dreams, in reality its different
Pluto in the 10th house đđ€- The house person can easily think the pluto person is intimidating, scary and hard to approach. When in the early stages of a relationship/friendship, itâs easy to idolize the other because of projections. It can feel like one is better than the other, and lead to competition or one upping. Or avoidance, insecurity and self doubt. Projections have to be understood as to why they are coming up. Its easy to think the pluto person is âbadâ or âwrongâ when the house person is dealing with insecurity.
Thank yaâll for reading đđ I hope this resonated! Feel free to comment like and reblog đ€
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It is more and more certain that Aether is the one who will bring peace to Xiao and their futures are intertwined.
Aether is the one who Dainsleif talks about, to whom Xiao's namecard refers.
Xiao: "He longs for a day to come" (...) "amid a sea of flowers"
Aether: "You wanted to find a place" (...) "The Sea of Flowers at the End."
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The Twins & Dainsleif from the Official 4.7 lifestream art.
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MOONSTRUCK
inspired by their new song âmoonstruck.â childhood best friends to lovers (suggestive) Jake x reader
first time writing, please leave a like or repost if you enjoyed it! im open to feedbacks as well <3
Jake and Y/N had known each other since childhood. Both have been inseparable since they could remember. In the small village, their houses stood side by side, their backyards bleeding into one shared space where they shared their passion for music, laughter, secrets, and dreams under the stars.
As they grew, both have taken different paths in their lives and their friendship had changed. Jake became a well known singer while Y/N worked at a music shop in the village. Jake moved to the city after high school and spent his time building his career, while Y/N decided to stay in the village and work. Texts went unanswered for longer, and their weekly hangouts became less frequent. They were drifting, but neither wanted to acknowledge the growing distance.
After being on tour for a few months, Jake finally had time to visit his family and take a break from the bustling city. The night he came back to the village, he visited the backyard where he spent most of his childhood at, and amidst the stars the lit up the sky, he saw his childhood best friend. Jake, drawn by her beauty, approached quietly as he admired her, captivated by the way the moonlight seems to weave through her hair, casting a silver halo around her.
âItâs been a while Y/Nâ Jake said softly. Y/N turned her head, her eyes meeting his and smiled.
âIt has been a while, Iâm glad to see youâre doing well Jakeâ she replied.
âHow have you been?â Jake asks, moonstruck by the shadows of her features under the moonlight.
âIâve been as good as I can be, how about you? Youâre finally living your dreamâ Y/N responds as she looks at his face, noticing how the moonâs reflections from his eyes.
âIâve been busy. I enjoy going on tours and making music, but I also miss home..â Jake hesitates on his next words âand us. I miss us the most.â His heart continued to beat rapidly against his chest. âI miss us too Jake.â
Night after night, they found themselves falling back into their old routine. Melody of joyous laughter carried through the night, a proof of their everlasting bond. In the backyard where moonlight and shared dreams intertwined the souls. The whispers of their hearts, heard by the moon and the simple beauty of two souls intertwined in the quiet glow of the night sky, a testament to the magic that can be found under the moonlight.
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