#Durin needs hugs

[conqueenror]

They HAVE to give us Albedo's second SQ/ Venti's second SQ/Mondstadt Interlude quest or anything like that during the Natlan cycle where some shit happens again in Mondstadt, involving Durin and Albedo, and please even more Rhinedottir lore thankyou, and Dragonspine and. Yk. They gave us the prologue, they HAVE to give us the story after all those years. Or what was it for then.

[bipolargreen]

OP, by all means, stay on your bullshit because it’s giving me LIFE 😜

back on my bullshit

[mothergold]

if i don’t see albedo at the fucking winter event you all will be bearing witness to how much i can cry

[eczlipse]

HAND PLACEMENT - [ENHYPEN!HYUNGLINE]

summary : where enhypen!hyungline prefer placing their hands on you depending on the scenario. inspired by : @bokkicidal (love you.)

pairing : enhypen x fem!readers. , hyung line for now !

heeseung .

casual : he definitely wouldn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around your waist at any given moment— kind of like, some sort of comfort. he’d relax his hands on you, maybe swaying you around a bit if you’re in public. he had probably developed this habit before because of how much you had spent time together pre-relationship. he never failed to pull you by the waist within any given situation and you never failed to let him. he didn’t always do it just for you, sometimes to claim you, to mark you as his in a way.

sensual : your jawline is his favourite place to hold whilst he kisses you, his hands roaming around both your body and that beautiful face of yours— he loved holding you in general. his thumb slowly rubbing your soft skin as he continued to work his tongue with yours. his hands slipped perfectly with your face and you would both always enjoy kissing and more. his height played a part in this, he needed to cup your face in order for him to look at you— sometimes for you to obey him …

jay .

casual : jay is always big on interlocking hands. he’d definitely want to have your hand in his wherever you both go. wanting to keep you safe and near him. your safety is his number one priority and you would always abide by it. holding your hands when your cold, when you both need to run somewhere and even while watching movies. to have you by his side is enough for him in any situation. to know your next to him helps him move forward, physically and mentally. jay is honestly just such a caring man, when you want to run free and around— he wants to do it with you too.

sensual : he definitely adores having his hands around your neck whilst kissing you or even talking to you sensually. holding you in between his hands, staring into you and kissing you even— he’s gentle enough not to hurt you but god— he loves wrapping his hands around your neck— not even to be sexual. the way he had gotten to that point of control in your relationship and how you trusted him enough to hold you in that manner just made it all so much better.

jake .

casual : jake loves to have his hands rested on your hips. within any place or time. he seems the type to also tug onto the belt loops of your jeans when you’re almost anywhere. it’s become a habit of his, in malls, grocery stores and even in the house— holding onto the curves of your hips, gliding his hands up and down at times. at first it surprised you because, normally you would’ve expected a guy to hold onto your waist area more but he just seemed so obsessed with pulling you in that way.

sensual : to him, he’d probably think that moving his hands higher would change the setting or feeling whenever he wants to have sensual moments with you. meaning, he aims for the waist in this case— he’d tighten his grip a bit , not to hurt you, just to get reactions out of you. if he’d hug you he’d tighten himself around you and your waist, rubbing and gliding his hands slowly over your sides while he whispered sweet nothings’ to you and more.

sunghoon .

casual : he most definitely enjoys playing with your hair or jewelry sometimes. if you’d both been waiting in public for something, he’d think that playing with your hair— curling it up or down would be a bit entertaining to him. even attempting to make braids. if not that— he’d play around with the necklace he bought you around your neck. fidget with it and even just make the most of the time you both have to spend. sunghoon would sometimes even wrap his arm around your waist in any situation— (another waist-holder) just to make time pass by quickly. another thing he’d most definitely do is just have his hand resting on your lower back, to guide you around stores or to just somehow have a part of you with him.

sensual : during moments between the both you, which you both rarely get— he’d most definitely hold your body as close to him as possible. whether you’re both in bed or just in your shared home, he’d love to squeeze you when you’re alone. he loved having you all to himself. your face being squeezed against his biceps was definitely something you had to get used to at first but as long as in the end you two both love it— it’s worth it.

[swivi]

A NEW ADDITION TO THE FAMILY

This will have around 10 parts if I have enough motivation

(Where Wanderer, {{name}} and Durin reunite.) I tried to make this genderfluid and please be warned I forced myself to write this because I wanted them to interact again..which means there might be mistakes since I'm tired from my exams.

When Wanderer and {{name}} heard about Durin's transformation into a human, they both had mixed reactions. {{name}} was excited, practically begging Wanderer to go to Mondstat while Wanderer was silent. Even tho he looked blank on the outside Wanderer's thoughts were all over the place. He felt happy but also worried for Durin.

It took about two days to convince Wanderer with the help of Nahida, and finally, the two were allowed to go to Mondstat to visit Durin. When they first arrived, {{name}} was looking around in excitement, dragging him around the city to look around, while Wanderer only sighed in annoyance. This continued for a few minutes before he had enough.

"You do remember that we came here for something else, right? Or did you get sidetracked again." His words were laced with annoyance and impatience which seemed to catch {{name}} attention. A smirk played on their lips as they took the chance to tease him.

"So you do miss him? I knew some part of you missed Mini Durin." This seemed to catch Wanderer's attention as he scoffed, quickly denying it.

"What are you on about? I'm just here because you dragged me to this stupid city.." Wanderer grumbled under his breath, turning his head to the side. This made {{name}} amused, but before they could tease him anymore, a voice caught there attention. {{name}} and Wanderer turned around just in time before they were smacked over by a force, a small grunt leaving their lips.

It all happened in a blur one second two voices that sound familiar to the Traveler and Paimon called out to them, then the next second, they were on the floor with someone hugging them. {{name}} took the time to recover while Wanderer glared at the source, only to pause. The boy who knocked them down looked no younger than 13. His red eyes clashed with Wanderer's as the two had a stare off before Paimon's voice pulled them from their thoughts.

"Oh no, Durin, are you okay? Quick Traveler Albedo's gonna kill us if Durin gets injured..he just woke up a day ago. Didn't he say something about him needing time to stabilize..oh my god-" The Traveler covered Paimon's panicked murmurs with their hand, sighing to themselves before they could speak {{name}} wrapped their arms around Durin with a smile, pure excitement in their face.

"This is Durin now? Oh my archons..hes so cute, Wanderer look!" They exclaimed in excitement, turning to Wanderer, who only remained silent the entire time, watching the scene with a blank look before he sighed.Durin, however, was excited, staring up at him expectantly.

"Hatguy, look! I'm human now, just like everyone." Durin turned around, showing off his new human form. His hair was a light shade of purple, two black horns peaking from his head. His red eyes that now shinned with excitement, staring up at him expectantly. His clothes consisted of a simple white shirt that looked a little too big for him, making him look even more adorable. {{name}} looked seconds away from crushing him, their hold on him tight as they complimented him left and right.

"You guys are gonna make a scene if this continues." Wanderer complained, standing up with a sigh before brushing off his clothes. After a few seconds, the two also got off the ground, but there was something wrong with Durin. His once excited look now looked gloomy as he stared up at the Wanderer with sad eyes.

"Did you not miss me, Hat guy?" The sad look in his eyes seemed to make Wanderer pause, his expression softening slightly before he crossed his arms with a sigh.

"Good to see you too, I guess.." His voice was calm yet held a slightly gentle tone in it that seemed to make Durin perk up slightly, his bright smile returning. Before he could speak {{name}} but in,

"Don't mind Wanderer.. we both missed you, that's why we are here, right Wanderer? Are you okay now? Have you eaten? You're not hurt, right?""

Their voice was filled with relief and happiness as they doted on Durin, who seemed to smile even more, nodding along with their questions.

The Traveler and Paimon watched the domestic scene before Paimon turned to whisper,

"Don't they look like a family, Paimons so happy for them.." The Traveler agreed with a small smile, before glancing at Wanderer who was silent the entire time. His chest felt tight for some reason making him even more overwhelmed..why did he feel so happy? The Wanderer's thoughts were in a jumble before {{name}} waved their hands over his face with a concerned smile.

"Teyvat to Wanderer? Oh, you're alive.. The Traveler and Paimon proposed that we spend time with Durin today and since he doesn't have proper clothes yet.. we should definitely go shopping." Their excitement made Wanderer roll his eyes before he glanced over at Durin, who looked just as excited at the thought of spending time together.

"Can we, Can we!?" Durin looked up at him expectantly, his small black wings flapping slightly in excitement, making Wanderer pause, making a mental note to himself about them. After a few convincing words, he sighed in annoyance.

"You! Fine... just don't run off." *He grumbled before grunting at the feeling of someone grabbing his hand. He looked down in annoyance at seeing Durin before sighing silently, following him. {{Name}} was just as excited, holding Durin's hand as they walked around. To the folks in Mondstat city, they looked almost like family.

A young boy walking with his parents. What a sweet sight.

[cowboybeepboop]

Infinite

"Always and forever, you're mine,"

Pairing: Kili Durin x fem! Reader 

Genre: Romantic smut

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: You're in a secret relationship with the dwarf prince, one full of nothing but love.

Warnings: kind of angsty? Idk forbidden love, soft kili, unprotected sex

Kíli had never truly been in love before - sure, he’s had his little crushes here and there. But never something so serious, with his blood almost burning as he thought of your face, his heart skipping every other beat when you were near.

After several long months of secretly sneaking off with you, always behind his uncle’s back, he approached you with the biggest smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve been waiting all day for you, darling.”

“My love…” you murmur against his neck, cuddling into his embrace.

Kíli tightens his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair with a deep inhale. Your sweet, flowery scent makes his mind hazy - it is all he can think of besides how much he adores you.

“Do you know how hard it is to wait for you?” he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. “I dream of you all the time, and all day, all I want to do is see your beautiful face again…”

He pulls back just so he can cup your face in his hands. “You’re all I ever think about…”

His gaze drifts down to your mouth, and his own lips curl into a smirk. “I've been wanting to do this all day…” he murmurs, leaning down and tilting your chin up to press a firm, lingering kiss onto your lips. 

Your lips reply eagerly, your hands gripping his sides as you press against him. “I have missed you as well. It has been far too long since I’ve been in your embrace.”

Kíli closes his eyes gently as he savors the taste of your kiss, a low hum of approval rumbling in the back of his throat. 

“Mm… you’re so perfect…” he says softly, rubbing his thumbs along your jawline. “And it really has been too long. I can’t go another day without you in my arms.”

He gives another tight squeeze and pulls your body flush against his, as though he can’t get you close enough.

He moves one of his hands behind your head, burying his fingers in your hair and tilting your head back so he can bury his mouth against your neck.

“I need you…” he breathes, pressing hot kisses and soft bites along the length of your neck, leaving the skin red. “More than I need air. How am I supposed to get through days without you here with me…?”

“Lover…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut with the contact. “I do not wish to sneak around any longer..” your hand cradles the back of his head.

Kíli’s face buries into the crook of your neck, inhaling the soothing scent of your skin as he tries to calm his aching heart at your words. 

“I… I don’t either,” he whispers back, pulling away from your neck to nuzzle his face against your ear. “But my uncle… he won’t understand. You know how Dwarves feel towards Elves…”

“My heart belongs to you until the day I take my last breath.” Your fingers tangle in his hair. “I wish to stay with you, in your arms.”

Kíli lets out a small sigh as your hand slides through his hair. He lifts his head again, looking down into your eyes longingly.

“You’re mine… you’re all mine,” he murmurs, tracing the pads of his fingers over your jaw. “And if I could, I would never let you leave my arms again. But…”

His mouth twists into a tight frown. “My uncle would have my head if he found out about you. He’s a stubborn old Dwarf who holds his grudges with a burning fire.”

“My love,” your gaze meets his, tears falling down your face. “I cannot make you choose, but I wish you would.” You breathe out.

Kíli’s heart feels as though it might break right there. He closes the distance between you, his hands immediately reaching up to cradle your face gingerly between them, his thumbs wiping at the tears on your face.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his own voice thick with emotion. “I can’t lose you. But he’s my family… the only family I have left… if I defy him and lose his support…”

He lets out a shaky sigh, letting his hands slide downwards until they’re clutching at your wrists.

“I know..” you murmur softly. You bring your hand to his face, fingers dancing over his tanned skin.

Kíli lets his eyes fall closed as you touch his face, leaning into the touch like a starved dwarf. 

“You make it sound so easy… defying my family, my kin, my brother…” he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours gently.

“I do not wish for you to defy them.” You sigh, desperately trying to find the words. “But loving me is the problem.. for it is against his will.”

Kíli’s face twists at your words. He knows that what you’re saying is true - it was against Thorin’s will. Thorin would never accept an Elf for Kíli to love.

“But I do love you,” he says back fiercely, leaning back to look into your eyes desperately. “I love you so much… I can’t just stop loving you… I *never* could…”

You press a gentle kiss to his closed eyes, your touch soft and almost ghostly.

Kíli’s breath catches in his throat as your lips press to his eyes, gently squeezing your wrists gently. He feels as though you’re a dream - too beautiful to be real. How could he ever let you go?

“Please,” he whispers, opening his eyes again to look at you desperately. “Please, don’t leave. I can’t live without you…”

“Love..” you breathe out, at a loss for words. In all of your endless wisdom, you still cannot find the solution to your predicament.

“Do not cry, my dear.” You wipe the warm tears from his cheeks, your own threatening to fall.

Kíli’s breath shakes as you touch his face again, and he swallows thickly, trying in vain to halt the flow of tears.

“How am I supposed to *not* cry when you’re about to leave me…?” he mutters shakily, his hands gripping your wrists desperately, as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you bite back your despair. “Kili..” you sigh his name, voice barely above a whisper.

Kíli lets out a small whimper as you pull him into your embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck quickly as if to hide the tears that continue to run down his face. 

He grips at your back, holding onto you like a drowning man gripping for a lifeline. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so broken - so weak - before.

“You can’t leave…” he mutters again, his fingers digging into your back as he speaks. “Please… don’t leave me…”

“Kili..” Every time you repeat his name, Kíli’s heart aches fiercely. His fingers dig into your back more desperately, pulling you as close to him as he can.

“Please…” he mutters, his voice muffled as he buries his mouth against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short gasps. “Please don’t leave… don’t go… I’ll die without you…”

You pull back from his embrace ever so slightly, guiding his hand to your chest. “My heart beats for you, only you.” Your other hand traces soft patterns into his back comforting him.

Kíli closes his eyes as your hand leads his to rest against your chest, feeling the steady thumping of your heart against his palm. It’s an almost soothing sensation, reminding him that he’s *not* dreaming - you’re really here with him, in his arms where you should be.

He lets out a shaky breath as your fingers work their way across his back, and he finally raises his head again to look into your eyes. 

“Don’t…” he whispers back, his voice thick with the sound of tears. “Don’t go…

“I will stay by your side, as long as you wish me to.” Your resolve drifts away, your desire for him outweighs the desperation for more than a secret relationship.

Kíli lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes widening slightly as his heart starts to thump against his rib cage. You’ve just said exactly the words he craved to hear, his shoulders sagging with pure relief. 

“I will always want you by my side…”

His hands move to your hips, his thumbs massaging gently into the bare skin just below your shirt. He swallows thickly, his eyes darkening as he suddenly drops onto his knees in front of you.

His hands slide up your side, his lips immediately finding your stomach and leaving a line of soft kisses there.

“Meleth nîn..” you gasp, his kisses leaving you breathless and craving more.

Kíli’s hands slide under your shirt, his fingers gently tracing up your abdomen as his lips continue to press against your skin. He lets out a small moan as your soft gasp reaches his ears, the sound adding to his growing desire.

“Say it again…” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your bare skin just below your ribs. “My darling… say that again…”

“Meleth nîn, your touch undoes me.” You moan, head falling back in pleasure.

A shiver of pure lust runs through Kíli’s body as you moan for him again, and his lips pull into a smirk against your skin. His hands slide higher up your body, his fingers dancing across your stomach, up towards your chest.

“I want to undo you… I want to drive you wild, love…” he mutters, leaning in to press his lips to the bare skin between your breasts. “I want to *break* you…”

You let out soft noises, your body trembles with his touch. “Such lewd words my prince.”

Kíli lets your words encourage him further, his tongue darting out to lave against the bare skin of your stomach before his mouth wanders higher. He bites down on your skin gently, his teeth just barely breaking the surface.

“Filthy prince, aren’t I?” he mutters, giving another bite against the skin of your belly. “And you love me for it.”

You lower yourself down, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Kíli immediately leans into the kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth to dance with yours. He groans with pleasure at the sudden shift in position, lowering himself against you on the grass until his hips press against yours.

He pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes raking over your body as he moves to press kisses against the side of your neck. “I want to make you mine… I want to take you here… now…” he whispers against your ear.

“My love..” you moan, feeling his hand slide between your thighs.

Kíli groans as he hears the sound of your moan, and can already feel himself starting to harden at the sound. He moves so that he can press his hips even more into yours, rubbing against you needily. 

His hand slides further between your thighs, his fingers tracing along the skin that’s not being covered by your clothing.

Kíli’s hand reaches the apex of your thighs, feeling the heat emanating from your core. He whispers, “I need to feel all of you, my love. Tell me you want this, tell me you’re mine.” His voice is filled with urgency, his desire for you burning like wildfire within.

"Yours," you pant into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch. "Forever yours, Kili." His hand slides into your pants, his fingers seeking your warmth eagerly.

The words are like a key unlocking his restraint, and he responds by kissing you with a passion that feels as though it could set the entire world ablaze. His hand slides further into your folds, his fingers now coated in your slickness as he explores your most sensitive areas with a gentle, yet insistent touch. 

His movements are tender but firm, as though he's afraid you might vanish from his grasp at any moment. His thumb finds your clit and begins to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure increasing as your breaths turn into soft whimpers of pleasure.

"Mm," he groans against your mouth, his arousal growing as he feels you react to his touch. "You're so wet for me, so beautiful... I can't wait to taste you."

With a final, lingering kiss, he pulls away from your lips and moves his mouth down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he goes. 

His hand continues to work between your legs, his fingers teasing and exploring as he goes lower, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the pleasure build on your face. 

His other hand moves to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him. 

His gaze devours your body, his eyes dark with need as he kisses his way down your chest, pausing to suck on your nipples before his mouth reaches the waistband of your pants.

With a growl of desire, he unbuckles the belt and unbuttons the fly, pulling the fabric down to expose your quivering stomach. He kisses and licks his way down, his hand still playing with your wetness as his tongue darts out to taste you. 

You moan deeply as he finally brings his mouth to your sex, his tongue sliding over your clit in a way that makes your legs shake. His kisses are now replaced with the feeling of his mouth and tongue, his movements growing more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to the edge of release.

Kíli groans into your heat, his mouth never leaving the sweetness of your folds as your thighs tighten around his head. His tongue laps at your clit with fervent strokes, the sound of your moans echoing in the quiet glade like a siren’s call to his soul. 

The pressure of your legs only fuels his hunger, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he worships your body with his mouth. The scent of your desire fills the air, making his arousal ache painfully in his breeches. 

His movements become more feverish, his tongue flicking and suckling, as he tastes the sweet nectar of your passion. Your body tenses, and he knows you’re close. He doubles his efforts, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud as he pushes you towards the precipice.

"Kili, I..." Your voice trails off into a keening cry as the orgasm sweeps through you, your back arching and your nails digging into the dirt. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure as your legs quiver around his head.

Finally, when you collapse against the cool grass, boneless and panting, Kíli pulls back, his mouth glistening with your essence. He smirks up at you, eyes dark with satisfaction and desire. "Mine," he whispers, his voice thick with lust, "Always mine."

Kíli slides himself between your trembling thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he admires the flushed beauty of your post-orgasmic state. He fumbles with the ties of his own breeches, finally freeing his erection which juts out proudly, aching for the warm embrace of your body. 

The anticipation is almost unbearable as he lines himself up with your entrance, his hand gripping the base of his shaft as he gives it a slow, firm stroke. He leans in to kiss you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he starts to press forward, the blunt tip of his cock parting your folds. 

You moan into the kiss, your body instinctively responding to his touch as he pushes in, filling you inch by inch with his thick, hard length. His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of your union as if it could be the last.

Kíli's eyes never leave yours as he pushes deeper, his cock stretching and filling you completely. His movements are slow and tender as if he's afraid of breaking the spell that's wound tight around the both of you. 

Each inch feels like an eternity, his passion building like a crescendo in his chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours as he starts to move with a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart. 

His hips rock into yours, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to ignite within you. Each thrust is a declaration of love, a silent promise that no matter the cost, you belong to him, and he to you. 

The world outside the glade fades away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a dance as old as time itself. With every stroke, Kíli claims you more thoroughly, his love and desire a physical force that resonates through every fiber of your being. 

Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, the slick sounds of your union the only music playing in the symphony of passion. 

With the intensity of his love and desire driving him, Kíli's movements become slightly more erratic, his orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. Despite his best efforts to prolong the moment, the passion overwhelms him, his body shaking with the effort to maintain his control. 

He whispers your name like a prayer, his hips thrusting faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with a passionate fervor that speaks louder than any words could. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you as palpable as the heat of your bodies pressed together. 

The slick sound of your union fills the quiet glade, punctuated by your breathless moans and his grunts of pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips, guiding you to meet his every thrust, his body demanding release. 

The sensation of his hardness pounding into you sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, your climax threatening to build again. Kíli knows he's close, his breaths coming in harsh pants against your skin, his eyes dark with a primal need to claim you, to make you his in every way possible. 

He whispers sweet promises and dirty confessions against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he fights to hold back his release, not wanting this stolen moment of pure ecstasy to end. 

But the need is too strong, and with a final, desperate moan, he buries himself deep within you, his orgasm ripping through him like lightning through the sky, his warmth filling you as he surrenders to the overwhelming love that consumes him.

"Forgive me, my love," Kíli murmurs against your neck, his voice heavy with passion and regret as he realizes his own climax has come first. "I wanted to make you feel good first, to give you pleasure before I took mine." 

His hips slow their rhythm, his cock still pulsing deep inside you as his orgasm subsides. He kisses the tender skin of your throat, his grip loosening slightly. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his eyes searching yours for any trace of disappointment.

"No, no, Kili," you whisper breathlessly, shaking your head. "You never need to apologize for loving me like this." Your voice is a soft caress against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. You feel his cock thicken within you, his passion not yet sated.

"Take what you need," you encourage him, your hips rocking gently against his to show you're ready for more. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and Kíli's eyes flare with renewed desire. 

He groans, his hips moving with more urgency, his love for you a potent elixir that fuels his need. He kisses you deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips as he starts to thrust again, his hands tightening on your hips. 

Your bodies move in perfect harmony, a silent conversation of love and need. Your desire builds once more, coiling tight in your core. "Again, my love," you breathe into his ear. "Take me again." The words are a catalyst, igniting a fresh wave of passion in Kíli. 

Kíli feels your muscles tightening around him, your body's sweet embrace urging him closer to the edge as well. He can't help but groan into your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he picks up the pace. 

His strokes become more deliberate, aimed to hit that spot deep within you that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl. His own climax builds the pleasure from your tightness around him almost too much to bear. 

His hand slides back up to find your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he continues to thrust, his other hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip to hold you in place. "Cum for me," he whispers, his voice low and demanding, "I need to feel you cum around me, my love."

The intensity of his words sends a bolt of pleasure shooting through you, and you can't help but let out a sharp cry as your body obeys his command. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls contracting around his cock as you ride the peak of ecstasy. 

Kíli's eyes widen in amazement as he watches your face contort with pleasure, feeling the tremors of your release through your entire body. His orgasm follows swiftly, his cock pulsing as he releases himself deep within you, his love and passion a physical force that resonates through the both of you. 

His movements slow, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as he leans in to kiss you gently, his love for you shining in his eyes like the stars above. "Always and forever, you're mine," he whispers against your swollen lips.

[babushkatty]

Tranquil SAGAU - Part 3

-> Part 1

-> Part 2

-> Part 4

Turns out, you did jinx yourself last week.

You should have learnt your lesson from all those times you and your sister had spoken bad luck into existence, be it unannounced guests or other inconveniences.

But you didn't, so here you were.

Staring down motherfucking Ursa the Drake, with Dvalin pinning them (her?) down with his massive body and motherfucking Crepus Ragnvindr looking at you both simultaneously like it's Christmas and like he thinks he's schizophrenic.

Diluc didn't look any better. He was as white as a sheet and if you were any better at identifying emotions, you'd think he was about to cry.

...surely not?

But then again, he was younger than in the game and his father was right there, alive and well - you doubted he was anything like the cold and grumpy Diluc who closed himself off from the world that you knew.

A terrified baby that was probably overthinking how Ursa would kill him, his father and the whole cohort they traveled with all the way to Tuesday.

...now you just felt bad for judging. You wouldn't be any better in his place, especially without your scary Dvalin priviledges.

"Ursa, darling, what exactly are you doing?"

All you got for your troubles was a roar in your face.

Except it didn't even feel like a scary dragon about to eat you, it felt like a child throwing a tantrum.

...the notion of Ursa being this uncontested and plaguing Mondstadt for a thousand years while being a mere child was kind of terrifying actually, so you very deliberately decided not to dwell on it. For your own sanity, if nothing else.

"Dvalin, you know Ursa, so... Any ideas?" You asked the dragon, who looked almost bored as he outright lounged on Ursa as if they (she?) were his beddings. If that didn't make a statement, you didn't know what would.

"While we did not cross paths frequently in the past, I had always thought her to be... Especially nefarious."

Ursa trashed around, but Dvalin didn't budge and effortlessly kept them (her? her.) pinned down.

"She reminds me of Durin. But where Durin was oblivious to the grevious harm he caused and merely wanted to play, Ursa is fully conscious and reveling in the pain she inflicts on others, often being open to agreements that involve human sacrifice."

Ursa screeched. In protest, maybe?

"For now, there is not much that can be done. You would need to be much stronger to subdue her permamently, which requires time. But I shall stall her until you are strong enough, alongside Boreas."

Oh.

So your scary Dvalin priviledges were being voided. It was a shame, you really liked his company -- his stories were a delight to listen to and he spoiled you rotten for comfortable accomodations, any bed or chair from now on would be a massive downgrade.

Still, it was understandable. Responsibilities and human lives were priority over your comfort. You weren't going to complain too much.

"I'll miss you," you say as you stroke his wings, not really having access to his torso or head to hug him properly due to Ursa.

Speaking of Ursa...

"Be good. You're making trouble for everyone."

And maybe you were being reckless and simply asking for your arm and face to be bitten off, but you flicked her on the snoot, because you only live once and Dvalin had you mildly convinced nothing in Teyvat would hurt you.

Ursa startles and then, honest to God, whines.

Dvalin huffs in what you assume is amusement and grabs at Ursa with his massive limbs. His wings stretch as he readies himself to take flight.

"I will miss you too, (Name)."

And just like that both dragons are gone like the wind.

...

That left you all alone to face the Ragnvindr and C.O., so you put on your customer service smile and clap your hands in fake excitement you really don't feel.

If nothing else, working in retail taught you how to play the fool.

"So, now that that is done and over with. I believe you have a mess to clean up?"

Crepus looks at you like you grew an extra head, before doubling over in a hearty laugh that broke through the weird atmosphere that settled over the caravan as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Diluc still looks like a poke would knock him over, but at least he got some colour back in him.

"Ah, thank you for that."

Crepus walks over to you and offers you a handshake, gripping your hand firmly and with enthusiasm that was entirely on him. Not that you weren't excited to meet characters from Genshin... but that was the thing, wasn't it? They weren't the characters you knew in Genshin. Crepus was barely a mention, Diluc was a different person entirely and the rest of the caravan were either NPCs hanging around on the map somewhere or didn't exist in the game at all.

So, you had to treat them like actual people.

And you weren't good with people.

"No problem. I'm (Name) (Last Name), just call me (Name) please."

Smile through the pain Harold, grant me your strength.

"Crepus Ragnvindr, and the redhead over there is my son, Diluc. It's a pleasure to meet you, (Name)."

He lets go of your hand and smiles so brightly you half-heartedly wished for some sunglasses. Was this man sunshine personified? Certaintly felt like he was.

"I would say I wish we met under different circumstances, but that's not exactly the truth, is it? Any other circumstances would have me trying to fight Ursa the Drake and that was bound to end badly for me, so... Thank you for saving my life."

And at that precise moment the Knights of Favonius spurred on by Kaeya Alberich himself burst into the scene, weapons ready.

...Kaeya looked like such a baby too, it had you thinking on just how young the literal children like Diona would be.

☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* ✨ Author Note✨

Suprise, we're 4 years early in the timeline! And I have no idea what the timeline is besides what little I glimpsed from the Wiki, so lore accuracy is thrown out the window!

✨ I still can't tag the one person that asked to be tagged and I'm feeling horrible for it even when it's not my fault ✨

Also, yes, ✨ is my favourite emoji, why do you ask? :D

Also, also -- yes, I did pump out 3 parts in 2/3 days, it is an anomaly, do not expect such pace from me especially since I'm about to throw myself head first into HSR.

✨Self-plug time✨

My UID is 715 837 832 and I got a lvl50 Bronya as support.

I am still on Walt copium, even though I didn't get him even once despite the many, MANY rerolls I did, but that is neither here nor there.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I don't know if you can do it but if you can (want to), can you do child Atsushi and child Akutagawa in teyvat with teen reader.

Or they could be with normal Ages too!

If you were not alone

Part IX

Characters: Self-Aware! (Child!) Atsushi Nakajima, Self-Aware! (Child!) Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Reader: Teen! GN! Reader

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Physical age regression (Atsushi and Akutagawa remain their memories, mental age and abilities, but physically were turned into children). Platonic hug.

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🐯🧥 After you, Atsushi and Akutagawa woke up in Teyvat, you tried to find both good and bad in your situation. Bad № 1 - you were transported into Teyvat, without your phone and without any idea of how to go back. Good № 1 - Akutagawa and Atsushi were with you. Bad № 2 - They, somehow, become children. If the situation was better, you would tease them for being an older sibling now. Good № 2 - Their memories were intact. Bad № 3 - You were on Dragonspine in your normal clothes, that wasn't suitable for this mountain. Good № 3 - You ended up in Durin's cave, so, for now, you were warm.

After the analysis you came a to a conclusion - situation was a bad one, not a good one or neutral one. How are you supposed to get down from Dragonspine? The closest people to the cave were Fatui solders, and you don't want to go near them. And you weren't sure, if Albedo visited this place at all. Atsushi and Akutagawa offered to use their abilities to get down from the mountain. However, there were two problems. First - it was almost nighttime, and you don't want to wander around Dragonspine at night. Second - none of you were sure, that Beast beneath the moonlight and Rashomon still have the same power level.

You three decided to sleep in a cave and rethink the situation in the morning.

You fall asleep, listening to a Durin's heart beating.

🐯🧥 The dream you have was strange. Like... You could see everything, that was happening around the Dragonspine. Hilichurls, boars, Fatui, members of Adventure guild... You even saw Albedo in his lab. Yet, you couldn't move. You saw, feel all of them at the same time... Strange dream indeed.

'Durin could not move, but he has remains of his will. It was hard, but he left the message in Scarlet Quartz's pieces near the lab. He knew, who was sleeping near his heart. Creator...'

🐯🧥 You woke up because of Atsushi's and Akutagawa's angry shouts, the smell of burning firewood, toasts, fried onions and tomatoes. The moment you opened your eyes, you saw Albedo, together with Klee, were trying to calm Akutagawa and Atsushi, while trying to keep an eye on the fire. Albedo calmly tried to reason with your older(?) brothers.

"Please, we don't mean any harm. We just want to help."

Well, it seems, you got some luck on your plate.

🐯🧥 You jinxed it. Yes, you had breakfast, and Albedo brought warm clothes. But, the biggest threat was soaring above you three. Because, if Albedo wasn't lying, soon you will have a bounty on your head and an angry mob chasing after you. On your meek "But... what if I told the person on the throne, that I don't want to be in charge and only want to return home" Albedo responded with "The Cursed Brat won't listen. They won't change their mind."

You three were in danger. And you need to move fast. Chase after Alice. To get home.

Albedo couldn't help Atsushi and Akutagawa became adults again. But, he said, that they would either get to their original age soon enough, or Alice could help with that.

And, according to Albedo, she was on her way to Fontaine.

Albedo gave you supplies and helped you find a boat.

Your journey has begun.

🐯🧥 Almost near Fontaine borders, you three were captured by Fatui. You were brought to the House of Hearth. You three were separated. Atsushi and Akutagawa were with other kids. And you were kept in the basement. In a hidden dungeon.

🐯🧥Atsushi hated the House of Hearth. While it wasn't as bad as his previous orphanage, this place still felt rotten. Especially because of the other residents.

"Poor brothers, the Sinner had corrupted you. Don't worry anymore. Father will protect you." Lynette, as Atsushi learned her name later, couldn't finish the line. Akutagawa still can't use Rashomon, but, the knowledge about self-defense was still with him. And Atsushi knew, how to throw a punch without white tiger's help.

Two ten-year-old boys were throwing punch after punch, hitting Lynette.

"Don't you dare talk about [Y/N] like that! They are our sibling!" yelled Atsushi. Akutagawa growled, trying to bite Lynette's ear.

Both of them were restrained and locked in a storage room.

They could hear, how Lyney and Freminet, who locked them, were whispering about "poor kids. I hope, it's not too late."

When the voices disappeared, New Double Black tried to make up a plan.

Akutagawa whispered.

"Did you learn, where [Y/N] are, Man-tiger?"

Atsushi shook his head.

"No. You?"

Akutagawa shook his head in return.

"No. This damn place is too big."

And, Atsushi could bet on it, other kids were keeping an eye on him and Akutagawa. They can't search the orphanage freely. But they knew, that you were still here. Something tells them, that your... "Punishment for being an Imposter" won't be quiet and hidden.

🐯 They were talking the rest of the day. And no good effective ideas were proposed. Atsushi hated it. He hated to be small and powerless. He hated, that you were in danger. If only his ability was here...

Atsushi's eyes slowly focused on the small window. At the full moon.

The transformation was painful. But, the white tiger has returned.

🧥 Akutagawa didn't pay attention to Atsushi or moon. He was thinking about you. You were his little sibling. And he was your protector. And he can't fail his job. He just needs… Just need his power. Akutagawa almost shouted.

"Rashoumon: Tenma Tengai"

And black tendrils finally came to life.

And the black hellhound has returned.

🐯🧥 Huge feline were shuffling the air, like it was trying to find something... Or someone. Yes... His family were missing. Tiger cub were missing. Tiger saw, that dragon knight was here. He will help find tiger cub.

Akutagawa, in his Rashomon's armor, climbed on tiger's back. Rashoumon's tendrils ripped off the door.

Their search has begun.

🐯🧥 You were half glaring at Arlecchino. The Forth Harbinger has been visiting your cell every day. Trying to convince you to be reasonable. She won't let you and Shin Soukoku go. She saw a chance of having her own loyal Creator. And she won't lose her chance.

Her voice was calm.

"Be reasonable. I can protect you and two kids you were traveling with. All I need from you is to be an obedient godling, child."

You breathe in, but stayed quiet. You already begged Arlecchino to let you three go. She didn't. Maybe, if you tried again...

🐯 He could smell it. Faint scent of his tiger cub. He snarled, following it. His tiger cub was in danger. Dragon knight on his back destroyed doors, that were on their way.

They reached the basement. And white tiger finally found his tiger cub.

🐯🧥 The door behind Arlecchino fell apart. Before Harbinger could react, familiar black maw sank its fangs in her shoulder and threw her away. The door of your cage have no chance against white tiger and Rashomon.

Immediately, you were hugged by Akutagawa, and the huge feline rubbed his head against your torso, chuffing happily.

Happy tars flow down your eyes.

"Guys! You are here!"

Akutagawa, before answering, put you on tiger's back, sitting behind you.

"We would never abandon you."

White tiger waited, before you two sat on his back, and started to ran off.

You three left the House of Hearth behind.

🐯🧥 Tiger were running all night, until sunset. Then Atsushi transformed back. Then the tears and hugs came again. You three were finally safe, Atsushi and Akutagawa were adults again. Now you can focus on finding Alice.

🐯🧥 It took two more weeks, but you managed to do it. You found Alice. And you finally went home.

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🐾 Reunion was tearful. Your fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts and siblings were happy to see you. They were happy to see Atsushi and Akutagawa.

🐾 Your stay in Teyvat were scary. But, one thing you knew for sure. Doesn't matter, what age they were, your brothers Atsushi and Akutagawa will protect you.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters @nervousinfluencertidalwave @ayameshu

[darlingsfandom]

omg cill won a golden globe!! him and younger reader celebrate?? idk 😭

I'm very proud him! we all are 🥺

Gif credit: @edward-munson

Warnings: swearing, face fucking, rough sex

It almost didn't seem real, it was almost like a dream but it was indeed real. You were standing there in your best dress clapping hard enough that your hands felt like they were going to fall off with tears in your eyes as Cillian stood there holding his golden globe. He was a little shy before he started talking. Everyone sat down for a minute as he gave his speech but what caught you off guard was hearing him say your name out loud.

"Darlin, please stand up!" Cillian moved his hand in an upwards position and you stood up to his motion. "Ya see tat lovely lady right there, she's me world! Helped me through out the ups and downs! Never left me side durin ta hard times! She's da best person I know, I love you!" You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands as the rest of the table decided to group hug you as if you won the award, but you did in a way! Cillian was the best boyfriend you've ever had. The rumors the paps had made about you being a gold digger since Cillian is twenty one years older than you were now put to rest with his speech. He finished up his speech by thanking the rest of the cast and crew along with a little speech to Christopher as well. As he came off stage everyone was clapping and cheering him on when you ran up to him and cupped his face to plant a big wet kiss on his nose before kissing him proudly on the lips.

Cillian looped his arm with yours and lead you back to the table before pulling out your chair for you. You held his hand the rest of the night. You clapped for Robert when he won best supporting actor , you made a face at the terrible Barbie "joke" and so did Cillian. The rest of the night carried on and you laid your head on his shoulder to which Cillian kissed the top of your head. Once the night was over the two of you made your way outside so he could take his photos with the award but when he seen you standing off to the side he pulled you over with him because you needed to be showed off! He handed you his award . "See not only did I win, I really won!" He kissed your face making you blush and giggle before he grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way towards the car so you could get to the hotel.

"I'm very proud of you." You spoke up once the two of you were in the back of the car. Cillian leaned in and kissed you hard. Your hands rested against his chest while you moved your lips against his slowly. His tongue pressed against your lips making you part them so he could slide in. Your skin felt hot as his finger tips brushed against the back of your neck so he could pull you in closer. The metal of your ruby necklace felt cold as your body temperature rose. Lucky for you the hotel was a short drive away because if you had spent another minute in that car, that driver would've gotten a show.

Cillian held your hand tightly making way through the paps that were taking pictures, calling your names and yelling questions. You just waved and smiled until the two of you were inside the lobby and making your way to the elevator. His hands wrapped around your waist while his lips attacked your neck. The little ding let you know that you were where you needed to be. The two of you made your way into the bedroom and Cillian quickly had you in his arms once again before throwing you back onto the bed.

His breath was hot against your mouth as he kissed your lips making his way down your jaw line, the side of neck and down to the top of your breasts. Cillian sat you back up to help take off your dress leaving you in a matching set that hugged you in all the right places. His mouth watered as you unhooked your bra , tossing it at him which drove Cillian wild.

"Tonight's all about you daddy." Your words were laced with sex appeal while you dropped down to your knees. Your hands ran over his thighs before unzipping his pants and yanking them down along with his boxers.

"Fuck!" Cillian hissed as the cold air hit his hard cock. You smiled up at him while pulling off his boxers. He carefully stepped out of the pile of clothes around his ankles before looking down at you with those devilish blue eyes that made your thighs squeeze together. Cillian stood there stroking his cock above you making you pout because you wanted his cock, you wanted to please him and he knew it, but he wanted to tease you.

"Open pretty girl" he pushed the head of his cock past your lips and down your throat just a little before pulling right back to which you pouted your lip at him. "Don't ya worry honey..." Cillian slid his cock back down your throat until he hit the back of it making your eyes water. Your hands flew up and grabbed his thighs while he started fucking your face. He knew this was about him and when it was about him you allowed him to do anything he wanted. Tonight was a special night and you had promised him that if he won you'd let him do this.

"Good girl! Takin me fuckin cock like a whore! Me whore!" He grunted while pulling on your hair hard and thrusting hard down your throat with spit dribbling down your chin you were the most beautiful thing he had his eyes on. You sat on knees holding still as possible while he held your head. Your thighs were sticking together from all the wetness pooling in your panties. Cillian pulled out enough to let you breathe. Your lips were swollen and covered in spit, your eye make up had been cried off and the spit and dribbled down onto your chest.

"Up!" Cillian helped you up onto the bed, got you on your back and climbed on top of you. Your lips covered into a smile as Cillian lined the head of his dick up to your pussy and pushed in slowly while holding his hand on your stomach.

"I love you!" You blurted out. It wasn't the first time you said that but it was the first time you said it during sex. Cillian stopped his movement, looked down at you with a soft smile and stroked your cheek. "I love you too." Cillian leaned down and kissed you softly. His lips moved in sync with yours while your hands wrapped around his back and pulled him closer which made his dick go deeper inside of you. Your mouth gasped open so Cillian slid his tongue inside of you making you cry out in pleasure into his mouth. He lifted up his hips before smashing back down into yours. Cillian wasn't holding back anymore! He kissed you hard while holding up your legs so he could hit the angle you liked so much.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as Cillian pounded hard into you. Your moans and whimpers were loud. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly while grunting and cursing under his breath which made you wetter by the second. Your hand ran down between your legs and rubbed your clit. Cillian smacked your hand away to replaced it with his hand, only he could touch you at that moment.

"Cill! You're gonna make me cum!" You pleaded.

"Do it pretty girl! Make a mess of me cock!" Cillian was getting close too. Both of you were panting messes. Your orgasm hit you hard as you squeezed his cock and cried out his name. That was enough for Cillian to have his own orgasm. Cillian held your legs up in the air, looked down into your eyes and came deep inside of you while moaning out your name. He kept eye contact with you when he finished before slowly pulling out, but you stopped him half way.

"No! Keep it in!" You blurted out making Cillian raise an eyebrow. He slowly slid back in making his cum get pushed back inside of you. He laid down on top of you resting his head on top of your sticky chest. Your fingers played with his hair as the two of your laid there smiling ear to ear.

"I really do love you darlin. Every inch of ya, yer me girl ."

[criticallyinneedofadar]

The Rock and the Vine

Here it is ya'll. The Final Chapter. If you are interested- I would definitely be willing to write the letters between these two that happened between chapters and then some of Elrond's letters from the ending! Let me know in the comments!

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The journey back to Khazad-dûm passed beneath a sky the color of pale steel, clouds trailing like silken banners above the mountains. The tension that had weighed so heavily on your shoulders during your departure from Eregion had lightened since Elrond’s arrival, though not vanished entirely. It clung at the edges, like a storm on the horizon—one you could feel but not yet see.

Elrond rode beside you now, his expression calmer than when he’d burst through the underbrush in a panic, but still distant in quiet thought. Occasionally, your eyes would meet, and in those moments, there was a depth of understanding between you that needed no words. He had come looking for you. He had feared you lost. And now he remained, choosing to accompany you back.

At the fork in the road, Elrond raised his hand to his company. “Ride ahead to Eregion,” he said. “Tell Lord Celebrimbor I will follow within the week.”

There was no protest. The elves bowed, wheels of their horses turning toward the horizon while you and Elrond continued alone.

Khazad-dûm rose from the stone like a mountain crowned with iron and fire. The gates stood open, as they always did to friends of the dwarves, but even from a distance, something felt... off.

The air hung thicker. The forges were quieter.

Elrond seemed to sense it too. “It is different,” he murmured. “Even the stone feels subdued.”

You both dismounted in silence. As you crossed through the great threshold into the mountain, you barely made it ten steps before a familiar voice rang down the corridor.

“Well, look who finally decided to come back!”

Disa rounded the corner, hands on her hips, robes flowing around her like a stormcloud given form. “You disappear without a word, not a note, not a whisper—not even a beard-hair’s worth of warning—and then waltz back with an elf in tow?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again as she swept forward and crushed you in a hug that made your ribs creak.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured into her shoulder. “I had to go. I didn’t want to offend you—”

“Offend me?” she pulled back just far enough to glare at you, tears shining faintly in her eyes. “You scared me half to death, girl.” She smacked your arm lightly. “Don’t ever do that again.”

You nodded, heart tight, only for her gaze to shift to Elrond.

“And you,” she growled. “Don’t think you’re off the hook just because you’re tall and tragic. You’re supposed to be the wise one, remember?”

Elrond raised a brow, managing a perfectly measured bow. “I stand thoroughly chastised, Lady Disa.”

Her eyes narrowed, but her mouth twitched. “You’d better.”

Later, in the royal quarters, you stood beside Elrond as Prince Durin met with you both privately. His face was weary, ash streaking his hands and cheeks as though he’d come directly from the forge.

“Something’s wrong with my father,” Durin said quietly, his voice heavy. “He’s still got the ring, and he barely eats. Barely speaks. He mutters to himself, stares at nothing for hours. He won’t let me or Disa near the mithril anymore.” He paused, glancing toward Elrond. “You were right. I didn’t want to believe it, but... I think the ring is changing him.”

Elrond nodded, his expression grim. “The rings were forged with Annatar’s help. We believed them to be gifts. But I fear now that some of them were poisoned with his will.”

“And you think...” Durin trailed off, eyes shadowed.

“I think the longer your father wears it, the harder it will be to bring him back,” Elrond said. “And I think time is running out.”

There was a long silence. The weight of their words sank into the stone walls, too vast to be immediately answered.

Durin looked to you, his voice softer. “You came back just in time.”

“I only wish I’d come back sooner,” you murmured.

Elrond followed you in silence through the familiar corridors until you reached the door to your chambers. You paused there, hand on the handle, realizing you’d never imagined bringing him here—not like this.

He didn’t wait for you to invite him in, nor did he presume. He simply stood beside you, quiet, waiting.

You turned the handle.

The door creaked open.

And the two of you stepped inside.

Your room was quiet when you entered, the familiar scent of ink, metal, and earth grounding you in the space that had so long been your sanctuary. It was a modest room by dwarven standards, though crafted with immense care—warm stone walls carved with patterns of leaves and runes, a polished desk tucked into the corner, and shelves lined with books, tools, and bits of half-finished projects.

You watched Elrond quietly as he stepped inside behind you. He didn’t speak at first. Instead, he moved slowly, his hands behind his back, eyes drifting across the collection of items that made up your world. He paused at your worktable, where small lengths of wire and metal had been twisted into attempts at jewelry. A few were elegant, shaped with the precision the dwarves had taught you. Others... far less so.

He picked up a crooked silver pendant with a bent clasp, the corner of his mouth quirking in faint amusement. “A design from before your morning tea, I suspect?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at your lips. “I was trying something new. It didn’t like being new.”

His eyes lingered on your books next, then the shelf of small stone carvings you’d bartered from the children of the miners in exchange for sweets. You could see it on his face—the bemused fondness, the curiosity he always tried so hard to keep dignified.

Then he turned slightly, glancing toward the adjoining space where your bedchamber lay. He hesitated, not crossing the threshold, only peering in with the air of someone who did not wish to offend.

But something inside caught his eye.

He stepped forward, slowly, until the edge of the bedchamber light touched his face. And then his expression shifted entirely.

There, in the corner of the room, where a long shaft of golden light poured down from a mirrored channel high above, flourished the elwinglir. The delicate star-bloom shimmered faintly in the beam, its petals gently unfurled as if basking in the light of a summer’s afternoon. It was vibrant, thriving—alive in a place of stone.

Elrond moved closer, kneeling beside it. His hand hovered before gently brushing the soft edge of a petal. “It lives,” he whispered, as though the words themselves might frighten it away.

You stepped beside him, folding your hands in front of you. “The sunlight beam was already here when Durin gifted me the room,” you said. “But I adjusted the mirror channels, added a few more lenses. I thought... maybe it would be enough. I wasn’t sure it would survive.”

Elrond looked up at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.

You smiled faintly, though your voice dropped with the weight of quieter thoughts. “I started caring for it after I wrote your letters. It became a habit. Water, prune, write... and wait.”

You hesitated. “I thought maybe you weren’t getting them. Or maybe you just didn’t want to answer.”

He stood slowly, the movement quiet. And then, without a word, he reached into the folds of his cloak and withdrew a bundle. A stack of letters, carefully bound with a strip of blue silk.

“I answered every single one,” he said, voice low. “Every time I tried to send them, I was called away. Gil-galad, Celebrimbor, Galadriel... they always needed something. Someone. And still, I wrote. On horseback, beside campfires, between councils. I never stopped.”

He held the bundle out to you.

“These are yours,” he said. “To read, to keep… to burn in the forge if you like. I wouldn’t blame you.”

You didn’t move. Not yet. The weight of the letters seemed too much to hold just yet. But your eyes never left his.

And neither did he move away.

“I would never burn them,” you said softly, your fingers finally closing around the bundle Elrond had offered. “Your words… your thoughts… they’re precious to me.”

Elrond’s breath caught, barely audible, but you saw the way his jaw tensed and his eyes softened. He stood close—so very close—and you could feel the energy between you humming like the air before a thunderstorm, electric and heavy with things unsaid.

You turned the letters over in your hands, careful, reverent. Then you looked up.

And he was watching you with that same quiet intensity—the kind that had once unnerved you, but now left you aching. There was longing in it, barely restrained. But still, he didn’t move. Elrond Peredhel, noble and reserved, forever patient.

Always waiting for someone else to make the first move.

Well. You’d waited long enough.

You stepped into the space between you, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, and his breath hitched as you leaned in.

And then you kissed him.

There was no hesitation, no slow beginning—it was a kiss born of months of silence, of letters left unread, of words unspoken and tension unrelieved. His arms wrapped around you as though they had always meant to, pulling you into him as your lips met, deep and desperate and real.

When you broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together, your hands still tangled in his hair.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered breathlessly. “I—I shouldn’t have—but if one of us didn’t do something, I was afraid it would be years before anything happened.”

Elrond let out a low, delighted laugh, one you felt in the very center of your chest. He cupped your face, brushing his nose gently against yours.

“You’re right,” he murmured. “It probably would’ve taken me decades. I’ve always been absurdly slow when it matters most.”

You giggled, and the sound seemed to ease something between you both. You drifted together toward the little seating nook beside your bookshelves, letters still in hand, and settled together on the cushions, close—closer than you’d ever dared before.

Elrond’s arm curled around your waist, his cheek resting briefly against the crown of your head as you nestled into him, letting the firelight dance across the stone walls. For a time, neither of you spoke. The silence was no longer heavy. It was warm, full of understanding.

Still, the thoughts crept in.

“The world’s changing,” you murmured. “The rings. King Durin. The unrest. I feel like we’re standing at the edge of something vast and dangerous.”

Elrond didn’t respond right away, only tightened his hold around you. Then his voice came, soft and sure.

“We are,” he said. “But you won’t stand at the edge alone. Whatever comes, we will face it together.”

You closed your eyes, the comfort of his words wrapping around you like a blanket.

*****

Just outside your chambers, the heavy stone corridors were mostly empty, save for two familiar figures.

Disa slowed her steps as she and Prince Durin passed by your door. The sounds inside were faint—barely audible—but unmistakable.

A quiet giggle. A soft laugh. The gentle murmur of two people, finally finding their place beside one another.

Disa stopped and grinned.

“Well,” she said with a huff of satisfaction, “I’m so relieved they worked it out themselves. My next plan involved locking them in an abandoned mineshaft until one of them finally kissed the other.”

Durin gave her a sidelong look. “That was the next plan?”

“Oh please,” she said, linking her arm through his. “You don’t want to know the one after that.”

They continued down the hall, the sounds of quiet laughter fading behind them.

And within the stone-warmed chamber, the elwinglir glowed gently in its shaft of light—flourishing, still.

[wordbunch]

Time to say a handful of things abt s02 finale!!!

under the cut so you can avoid it! :)

However I am very much looking forward to reading everyones comments opinions feelings etc ♡

Did I expect to cry over the death of freaking king durin in the first 0.3 minutes??? That scene was so incredibly well done and I was like omg am I glad to be witnessing this for the first time🥹😭 yes I'm still pissed I couldn't see LOTR in cinemas cause I was still in freaking diapers

NAAARSILLLLLLLL narsil our beloved, I was squealing, yes OUT LOUD. narsil bbygirl you will always be famous 💅🏻 elendil go slay

I know yall pay him dust but ISILDUR I always love to see him and I love him and theo being the resident trouble brothers duo (its giving merry and pippin but Doomed). Sorry not sorry but yall moved on too fast (I DIDNT!) from the fact he feels guilty for his moms death. pls i am HUGGING HIM! his doe eyes I am deceased. pls I just want to stare at his face for eternity. MY PERSONAL HEADCANON WAS CONFIRMED 😩💦 that boy kisses like he is STARVEDDDD

[Redacted thoughts here]

Stranger yes we knew he was gonna be gandalf but. I love a name drop. I love Tom and I love choosing friendship over power and I love the staff and I love everything . They're giving me my childhood dreamlike feeling and I am so grateful I get to see a glimpse of that story 🥹💛

So many SPEECHES foreshadowing SO MANY THINGS. I am obsessed. The absolute cruelty of celebrimbors death and the death of his works....the one SINGLE TEAR on annatars face....dare I say peak p o e t I c cinema.

Where do I even begin with HALADRIEL ✨️✨️✨️ charlie the lord of acting and just like. in his eyes you can see everything and more. I need to write a dissertation on their duel istg

The way he didnt hesitate to absolutely PURR "GALADRRRIEL" every. single. time. [Redacted thoughts]

I WOULD HAVE PLACED A CROWN ON YOUR HEAD.

do you want me to like die?????

I SEE YOU.

yes actually they do want me to die.

HUMAN HALBRAND???

And RIP to me indeed.

[Ultra redacted thoughts]

I audibly WHIMPERED. sweet lord i was like My poor babygirl has to endure this manipulation 😩😩😩😩 he stooped so low and I was so here for it but girl i would have F O L D E D 😔✊🏻

Then galadriel on galadriel violence??? The only thing better than galadriel TWO galadriels actually.

but then.

the elrond and rivendell of it all. rob aramayo has never looked more gorgeous than when he took nenya to heal Gal. WE GET TO SEE HEALER ELROND GROWING INTO HIMSELF WITH OUR OWN EYES!!!! you don't UNDERSTAND i spent 20 YEARS dreaming of rivendell and now I get to see it coming to be!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭💚💚💚💚 the way that you can see gears turning in his head as he takes the ring. the camerawork ate and devoured i fear - with your own eyes you can see him growing. developing. like yes I am feeling more ready to take charge of some things. what if I CAN do it. what if I CAN make so many things and people so much better????

and u will babyboy 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Do i even need to add i had full body chills at the scene of elrond,gil,galadriel and arondir!!!!!!! on the cliff!!!!!!

BITCH THE SUN STILL RISES!!!!! Pity CAN defeat sauron!!! friendship and light DO WIN over darkness!!!! The tolkienism of it all. i will rewatch a hundred times and then some.

[strangersteddierthings]

Porcelain Steve - Part 8

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine

Eddie hears the commotion in the living room, and it takes everything left in him to move away from the door. He just crawls himself forward and onto a pile of nearby clothes because he knows he'll be out of the way there when they open his door.

He knows he should open the door and go out there. Wayne's still out there, confused and concerned, and he needs to call Jeff. He can't just not show up. Yet he remains on the ground, cross-legged this time, face hidden in his hands.

Steve is broken. Because Eddie broke him.

He's been so afraid that something would happen to Steve if he wasn't around but given the track record of Eddie's life, he feels like such an idiot for not realizing the biggest threat to Steve and his safety is Eddie himself.

The commotion beyond his door gets louder, bursting open, and then Robin and Dustin are falling through it, stumbling over each other in their haste to get into Eddie's room. Wordlessly, Eddie points to where he abandoned Steve on the floor, knows that they're here for him.

He's a bit startled when the two finally untangle themselves and Dustin goes to Steve but Robin drops herself onto his dirty laundry, all but draping herself over him in a hug. His body moves on its own, wrapping around Robin and all but pulling her into his lap in a bear hug. He's not crying, too numb for that now, but he does shove his face into the side of her neck and let out a dry, sobbing noise as she coos softly.

"Shhhh. We're here. We've got Steve and we've got you," Robin's voice is wet. She's crying, too, silently but tears are definitely falling because one lands directly in his ear.

He feels detached from himself after that. He's aware of things going on around him but doesn't feel sentient. Robin pulls back from him slowly, she says something as she stands up but Eddie's too busy watching Dustin ever so gently pick up Steve's pinky finger and then Steve. He thinks the smile Dustin gives him is supposed to be reassuring but it's mostly just sad.

Eddie's head followed Dustin as he heads out the door and down the hall, at which point he starts to track Robin as she's coming back down the hall, dragging Wayne behind her.

"Can you stand up, Eddie?" she asks, and Eddie feels like he's watching himself shake his head no more than he feels like he's actually doing it.

"That's alright," Wayne says, as he pats one of Robin's shoulders before moving around her. "I'm not so old as to not be able to get down there. I still don't understand what's goin' on, Eddie, but I'm here."

Wayne joins him on the floor, sitting beside him so he can fling an arm around Eddie's shoulders and tuck him into his side. Robin flops down on his other side, once again draping herself across Eddie like a weighted blanket. It's all very grounding, and a little bit jarring, and that's probably what makes Eddie come back to himself sooner than he would have if he were alone in his room.

"You should be with Steve," is what Eddie decides on saying when words return, turning his head to look at Robin.

"Nah."

"He'd want you-"

"No, he wouldn't. I'm Steve's soulmate and I know him better than anyone else in the world. Which mean you don't get to tell me what Steve would want, because I know what Steve would want. And that's me, here, making sure you're okay first."

"What's happened with Steve?" Wayne asks, and Eddie stiffens. Robin starts rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"It's a long story, Mr. Munson. But I promise we'll fill you in once the crisis has passed."

"Is this related to whatever happened last year durin' the supposed earthquake that y'all can't talk about?"

"Well, I couldn't say either way, since we can't talk about it."

"Right. Get one o' the kids to tell me, then. Whatever they signed ain't legal anyhow."

Robin shoots Eddie a look, like she's trying to figure out if Eddie broke his NDA and told his uncle everything. He gives a quick shake of his head, and then Robin looks to Wayne. "I'm certain Dustin would be thrilled to fill you in, then. Now, Eddie, can you tell me what happened?"

He looks down the hall. He can see people crowded into the trailer's tiny living room but none of them look like any member of the Byers-Hopper household. "Uhh, yeah, but where's El?"

"They're in Indy, some family day thing. But don't worry, we went out to the Cerebro and were able to get El on the Walkie, so they're on the way back."

"You went- how long have I been just... sitting in here," Eddie is mostly talking to himself because it hasn't felt like enough time has passed for them to have made it to pick everyone up, get to Weathertop, communicate with El, and come here.

"Well, Nancy called me-" she cuts off, grabbing Eddie's arm and twisting it around so she can read the time on his watch, "-about an hour and a half ago. So, I guess you've been here that long."

Eddie untwists his arm, shaking her off. "You are being scarily calm right now, Queen of Catastrophizing."

"I already had an hour and a half to freak out. You think I need more?" Robin says as she stands up.

"I guess not," Eddie follows after her.

"Hey, help your old man up," Wayne grumbles, hand out for Eddie to grasp and help pull.

They go down the hall and now Eddie can see the full collective of people in his living room. Nancy, Mike, Lucas, Erica, Max, and Dustin, who is still holding Steve. It settles something inside Eddie, that the group he sees before him is the same one that fought tooth and nail to clear his name and keep him alive.

"So, we're all really sure that we can't just glue it back on?" Mike is asking when Eddie, Robin, and Wayne make it to the living room.

"We aren't sure about anything, Mike," Nancy replies, the frustration in her voice clear.

Everyone stops talking, though, as Wayne gives Eddie a thump on his back and wades through the crowd to get back to his chair. "Well, don't stop on my account. If I hear somethin', no I didn't."

That gets a snort of a laugh from Dustin.

Nancy looks like she wants to argue but doesn't. Instead, she wheels on Eddie, full journalism mode seemingly on, "what happened?"

Eddie swallows thickly before answering, "I dropped him. I-I pick him up and something pinched my palm. It surprised me, or something, and I just- I just let go. He landed on his left side before falling onto his back."

Nancy nods, brain processing much faster than Eddie right now, "And the crack appeared before or after you dropped him?"

He tries to remember, "I don't- I think so?"

"You think or you know?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I don't know, Wheeler," Eddie says it more harshly than needed but he doesn't know! He doesn't remember because he didn't even look at Steve for longer than a second or two after Jeff saw him. "I've been having a mental breakdown kind of all day so no, I don't know! All I know is it's my fault because there wasn't a crack this morning, and now he's missing a finger-"

She's not even effected by his outburst, "Eddie! I'm not blaming you! I'm asking for the details because if you didn't do anything to cause the crack, then maybe that's just Steve, breaking the curse or something."

His anger drains from him almost as quickly as it built. "What?"

"I've been reading a lot, researching you know. About magical transformations. But there's not a lot of nonfiction on the subject. Ergo, I've been reading a lot of fairy tales."

"Which isn't really good for research-" Dustin starts, but Nancy just talks over him.

"My point is that, if you didn't do anything to cause the crack, maybe it just happened naturally. Supernaturally? Whatever, maybe it's a sign of whatever curse is on Steve is fading on it's own. That's why I wanted to know," she shifts from one foot to another now before adding, "I'm sorry about your day. I might have broached the subject differently had I known."

"No, you wouldn't have, but that's why I like you, Wheeler. You're a no-nonsense gal and I appreciate that," Eddie says.

Nancy gives him a small, almost shy, smile in return and the room falls into a silence that just this side of uncomfortable.

"Alright, Dustin, since the talkin' seems to be done, you wanna fill an old man in on what the hell's been goin' on around here for the last few years?" Wayne breaks the silence and Eddie barks out a laugh at the look on everyone's faces.

"Uhh, we don't-I don't know what you are talking about," is Dustin's eloquent answer.

Wayne nods and Eddie knows his uncle well enough to recognize the look on his face and in his eyes. Wayne switches tactics, then, and says, "You got any one older than twenty-five that knows what's happenin'?"

The group exchanges looks before Dustin says, "yes."

"Alright. They comin' here?"

"Yes."

"I can wait, then. Anyone hungry? Thirsty?" Wayne asks, and then without waiting for an answer, looks to Eddie and says, "Eddie, get to makin' some sandwiches. What kinda host are you?" Wayne is shaking his head like he can't believe Eddie's audacity.

Eddie sputters out some indignant response, even as he turns to round the corner cabinet to officially be in the kitchen. His first choice is peanut butter and jelly, but when he gets the peanut butter out, he can see there's probably enough for two sandwiches, three if it's a thin layer of peanut butter. Opening the fridge shows a sad amount of lunch meat; the cupboard has two tuna fish cans.

"Guess we're making several different sandwiches," Robin's voice so close to his back makes him jump, which earns a chorus of chuckles from the peanut gallery in the living room.

"Someone needs to get you a bell," Eddie mutters. "Get to work on the PB and J's. I'll get this tuna mixed."

They work in silence, making three different types of sandwiches. Wayne knew they didn't have enough of any one thing to make enough for everyone here, and the ones who will be showing up eventually, but he told Eddie to do it anyway. Asked, but didn't wait for an answer. Wayne's making busy work for him, he realizes. A distraction from what he's done. He's not sure if he should be thankful for that or not.

The only thing separating the kitchen from where everyone is seated in the living room is a counter and cupboards, so when the sandwiches are done, Eddie just shoved them across the counter. "Sandwiches are done."

It's not exactly a rush for the sandwiches on the other side of the counter but everyone does gather to grab one. There's not even an argument about wanting a specific one, except Max, who is offered all three kinds and when she says PB&J, Mike hands over the one he grabbed without hesitation. It's the most mature thing Eddie's seen him do, if only because every other time he does something mature he complains about it, which kind of ruins the 'mature' part.

It's about three minutes into eating that the trailer's front door bursts open and at first no one is there, like a gust of wind had blown it open, but then El comes barreling in and Hopper can be heard shouting something about knocking first.

"Where is he?" El demands.

"Here," Dustin is already holding Steve out to her. She doesn't even approach Dustin, just pulls Steve to her using her mind, grabbing him out of the air with one hand. She examines him quickly, finding the crack. She trails one of her fingers along the crack to where his pinky is missing. Dustin adds, "Do you want his finger, too?"

She shakes her head and turns to Eddie next, and he doesn't even feel the bandana leave his pocket, but he does watch it fly across the space between them. She moves over to sit in front of the TV, Steve in her lap as she's folding the bandana into a blindfold.

"TV," is her final demand as her eyes vanish behind cloth and she's trying off the bandana. Mike moves instantly to the TV, clicking it on to fill the room with static.

Wayne, to his credit, has only the tiniest hint of an eyebrow raised from watching things move about the room seemingly by nothing. El hadn't even stopped to consider someone not In The Know was here. Guess he's In The Know now.

Will, Jonathan, Argyle, Joyce, and Hopper have made it into the trailer, closing the door silently behind them. Hopper finds Wayne among the crowd of kids, eyes going wide, while Wayne just lifts his sandwich in a salute before taking a big bite out of it.

"Steve, I cannot hear you. I do not think you can hear me in your mind. Nod if you hear me now." El's voice breaks the tense silence that had fallen.

Of shit, what did Eddie do?

"Oh, good. Are you okay?" A pause. "He is nodding. Do you know what happened? He is shaking his head. Do you know why you are far away now? Shaking his head again. You can still hear. Can you still see? He is nodding. Steve, there is a crack on your arm-"

"His left arm," Mike interjectes.

"Yes, your left arm. Yes. You are missing a finger on that hand. Do you think that is what is causing the distance? He is shrugging. Do not worry, we will figure this out. I am going to go now."

El pulls off the bandana and uses it to wipe the blood from her nose before setting it on the living room floor. "I cannot get as close to him as I could before. He stays far away no matter how close I walk. But he is okay."

He's okay. Steve's okay. Fucking Christ, Eddie's going to throw up. A couple people call his name as he dashes down the hall. He crashes through the bathroom door and knows he doesn't have time to close it, so everyone gets to hear him lose his sandwich into the toilet bowl. On the third heave of his stomach, cool hands touch his head, gather his hair up and away from his face. He doesn't even have it in him to flinch or jump. "Thanks."

"I'd say anytime, dingbat, but I don't really want to hold your puke hair too many more times. You get, like, two more, tops," Robin says.

"I can't go back out there, Robin," he whispers, "I did this. I cracked him, broke his finger off and now El can't even hear him. I can't- he's gotta go with someone else. I can't-"

"I know. Dustin already asked if you'd be upset if Steve went home with him. I'll let him know you understand he needs to be around Steve right now."

"Why aren't you mad at me?"

"Dingbat. Eddie. You're mad enough at yourself for all of us," she says, reaching over and flushing the toilet. Eddie feels like there's more throwing up to do but he is glad to have the smell of vomit reduced with the flush. He sits up a bit more, so his hair won't fall into his face when Robin lets go. Robin lets go long enough to search the bathroom cabinets for a hair tie, pushing it into Eddie's hands. "Hair up."

"So demanding," Eddie mumbles even as he gathers his hair into the tie.

"Once you're done ralphing just go to bed. I'll get everyone out of your house."

Eddie nods and Robin leaves, clicking the door closed. He heaves a few more times before his body is done. On shaking legs, he makes his way to his room. He feels like he's floating above himself again. He doesn't know if everyone has left yet, or if he hears nothing because he's too out of it.

He tucks himself in and dozes. He wakes up three times; once, when his uncle comes in and puts the walkie near him on the bed, the second time in the evening when Robin wriggles into his bed and forces herself into his arms with a simple I usually hold Steve when I'm feeling bad, but I suppose you holding me will have to do and the final time, almost at midnight, when the walkie goes off.

"Anyone up?" says the disembodied voice of Dustin Henderson.

Eddie's not sure how the quiet voice woke him up, but it does. He reaches over Robin, who has starfished out of his arms in their sleep, to grab the walkie. He doesn't know if he should answer, so he holds out for someone else.

"Hello?" Dustin asks again.

No one answers. So, finally, Eddie does. "I'm here, Henderson. Bad dream?"

"I'm glad it's you, Eddie," Dustin says, something soft in his voice.

"Why?"

"'Cause I wanted to talk to you," says a new voice, a familiar voice.

"Steve?" Eddie whispers, even as his free hand is violently shaking Robin awake.

Robin mumbles something incoherent, head turning to Eddie as the voice on the walkie says, "Yeah, it's me."

[anaszpan]

[ IMAGINE ] : You are Fili's daughter. When he teaches you to fight, he is very strict and doesn't go easy on you. You wrongly think that he is upset with you and that you will never be good, while he simply does not want you to get hurt.

[ A/N ] : English is not my native language. Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story. The photos / gifs do not belong to me. I do not claim any copyright to them and do not own any. 📷

[ ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡ ] : "You’re not focusing!" As I stood on the training ground, my heart raced with a mixture of frustration and doubt. Fili, my father, commanded the space with a fierce intensity that I admired but also found overwhelming. Today was just another grueling session, and as he demonstrated the proper stance for sword fighting, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was disappointing him.

“Hold your sword higher!” he barked, his voice cutting through the crisp morning air like the blade he wielded. “You’re not a child anymore. You need to be strong.”

I nodded but felt a knot form in my stomach. I gripped the hilt of my sword, my arms trembling. “I’m trying, Papa.” I said, hoping to soothe the tension that hung between us, but my plea seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Did he truly believe I would never be good enough? Each criticism felt like a dagger, chipping away at my self-esteem.

The sun hung high, beating down on us as I swung my sword, attempting to replicate the form he had shown me. I stumbled, nearly losing my balance, and instinctively, I glanced at him for approval. Instead, he frowned, his brows furrowing as he sighed heavily. “Again!” he commanded, and I could hear the disappointment laced in his voice.

And then it happened. In a moment of distraction fueled by my frustration, I stumbled, tripping over my own feet. I fell, the sword clattering away from my grasp. The sting of the ground brought fresh tears to my eyes, and I buried my face in my hands, the weight of my failures crashing down around me.

"Get up," he said quietly. There was no reprimand this time, only… concern? It was perplexing and disarming. Slowly, as I pulled myself up, I faced him, trembling and overwhelmed. "You have to learn to rise after every fall," he continued, his voice even. "This… this is where true strength is forged." As we continued, I grew more exhausted, and my movements became sloppy. I swung my sword wildly, and when he deflected it easily, I felt the air whoosh out of my lungs. The more he pushed, the more it felt like I was fighting against the tide, drowning in my own inadequacies.

“Enough!” I cried, dropping my sword to the ground as I collapsed to my knees, frustration spilling over into sobs. “I can’t do this! You’re always so strict with me! Maybe I’m just not cut out for this! Maybe I’ll never be good enough!”

I felt a lump form in my throat, stifling the frustration rising within me. Fili paused, his sword lowered, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes — pain, perhaps? But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “What if I can’t ever be like you?”

The air grew thick with silence. Fili stepped closer, lowering himself to my level. His expression softened, a blend of concern and guilt flitting across his face. “Halwûna*” he murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind my ear. “It’s not that I don’t believe in you. I do, more than you can imagine. But the world out there,” he gestured beyond our secluded training ground, “it can be unforgiving.”

“But I can handle it.” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. “I want to make you proud. I don’t want to be a burden. I just feel like I’m failing.”

A flicker of tenderness crossed his eyes as he knelt beside me. "You'll never fail. You are my daughter, my strength, my joy, my heir. You belong to the line of Durin." His hands moved to my shoulders, squeezing gently, his warmth enveloping me. I leaned into him, feeling smaller against his sturdy frame, needing the comfort he provided.

He pulled me into a tight hug, wrapping his strong arms around me like a shield. I could feel the steady beat of his heart, grounded and steady. It calmed my racing thoughts, the whispered fears slowly fading in the embrace of my father’s love. “I do this because I care,” he murmured into my hair, his voice steady. “You are fierce; you just don’t see it yet. Every time you pick up that sword, you’re stronger than you were before. You need to believe in yourself, as fiercely as I believe in you.”

I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his love seep into the cracks of my doubt. “You won’t give up on me?” I asked softly, my voice muffled against him.

“Never,” he promised, pulling back to look at me with those bright blue eyes filled with unwavering affection. “We’ll train together, and I’ll be right by your side. You are capable of great things, and I will always be here to remind you of that.”

With those words, a flicker of hope sparked within me. Perhaps, just perhaps, I was not as far from my father as I thought. I wasn’t just his daughter; I was a warrior in the making, and I could feel his faith in me becoming a part of my own spirit.

[dopecollectorbarbarian]

Hugs, cuddles and affection \ Many characters

Note: it’s just a post with small drafts that I have ever written so each may have different/similar structure so think it’s kind of gatcha box except for the main topics. I thought it would be interesting to share with you.

Merry Christmas!

Characters:

Galadriel, Elrond, Celebrimor, Gil-Galad

Elendil, Míriel, Isildur, Valandil, Ontamo

Sauron

Hobbit’s members: Elanor Brandfoots, Poppy Proudfellow, Brandfoots family + Gandalf

Arondir, Bronwyn, Theo

Durin, Disa

Adar

Secret characters

✹ Galadriel

She won’t mind cuddles, I suppose! Nevertheless she might be little too busy so you need to ask her.

If she is your friend, she will hold you gently, without hesitation. May it be so that she feels regret to let you go too soon, if there are tasks that require attention.

If she doesn’t trust enough, well… she will hug you. But it feels little different, as if she sees you, but she isn’t seen. She just knows how small gestures may improve someone’s day or mood. Especially when they need that.

✹ Elrond

Almost the same case! He hugs if you ask but… he may feel little caught off guard - he knows that he is quite affectionate (I bet he used to be clingy boy) but sometimes people may find it be annoying.

If he understands that you don’t mind sudden long hugs or cuddles… you must be ready for it! He is going to hug you often - because he loves physical affection too much. Never-mind if you are a lover or just friend.

(I think he prefers to do so when no one sees it because he’s self conscious a little)

✹ Celebrimor

First of all… hardly do you see him when he is not deep in dreams? Definitely he is passionate elf that may get lost in his own ideas even during a dinner. I’m not sure if he is into hugs or not.

But I can tell that if you try to hug him without permission or announce (there is no matter if you are friends or not), he will definitely drop his tool, a stone or scroll just because of surprise.

Will he be angry or not… if it’s not something too important, than he will just coo “Valar, I almost saw Valar! No need to scare me that much”. Or maybe “Ah! You are a little selda!” (Child). And then a quick hug back, just to show that he isn’t angry?

Otherwise - run. He is going to kick you out of his craftroom. Just do it first.

✹ Gil-galad

I see three four scenarios:

First, if you are a citizen of Lindon. Elf. Hugs.

Do you live here? Were you born here? Are your kin? Well, you are his one of his people that he has under his royal wing to take care of so there is the chance to hug him.

He will be caught off guard with the request, but he will be fine. Kings and queens must except that their people may want to hug them, right? He will hug you carefully and gently, as if you were a fragile flower, so that it may felt like a shield. He appreciates when his people love him.

Second, you are his subordinate. Hugs.

Like Elrond or Galadriel.

I suppose, he needs to scold you if it happens little too often.

But it’s not the worst thing, right? One his subordinate is looking for Sauron so much that now her subordinates are almost crying, another helps his friend to steal the dining table. Just do your job.

Third, if You are his lover (second version). Cuddles

Once I took him before but I suppose must add one of funny variations or my head will bomb it soon or later:

He may require hugs in king’s way.

“I require cuddes, as your king I command you”

He doesn’t mind to wait if you have some task. But don’t make him wait too long or he will just (again, if he understands that you are overworking) command again.

Fourth, if you are his friend. Hugs-cuddles.

Have you seen drunk Gil-galad? For some reason I’m sure that he is quite distant when he is sober and the hugs may be little tense. Just a habit. he grumbles that he is busy.

It’s a Rare case, I suppose, that he gets drunk. He is an elf, isn’t he? But it may be so that when you bring a good bottle and you two having fun alone, he may hug you when you are telling a funny story or something really personal. A side hug that may break your ribs haha!

✹ Elendil

This man is strong built like a tower and but he has soul of a dog - so lovely old boy that worries over everyone. (But it doesn’t mean he won’t bark at his puppies children and subordinates when they mess up, of course).

I think he will show soft side to ones who isn’t his subordinate - because you know, he is too worried that they will become reckless. But a shoulder pat or a one-side quick hug to cheer up is in his set of affection gestures.

Also he doesn’t look like a bear, but he has this bear like hugs that can crash ribs, especially if he got a really tense day before that. It shows with whose he loves most even if he tries to control it. So as a lover you may get surprised one day when he hugs that strong.

✹ Míriel

Hugs that are so light but warm that may melt your heart. Smell of papers and ink… aw.

✹ Isildur

One side hugs that may be little awkward especially if he hugs his love but he hasn’t confessed .

✹ Valandil

Gentle hugs that show all his affection. He isn’t shy about feelings - he is sincere bunny. Serious. Very serious bunny.

✹ Ontamo

“Wanna hugs? Aww, come here!”

And you may be picked up by him if you are too small. He isn’t shy as well.

✹ Sauron

Do you really want his attention?

Well… if he needs it to reach his goals, I think he won’t mind even to cuddle and pamper you in the way you want (or to do even something more) but I’m not sure it will last very long. He doesn’t need affection and he sees it unnecessary. So if he can avoid it, he will.

(Galadriel: Halbrand? Brother?

Puss Sauron: For you, baby, I could be.)

Hobbits’ members

Hobbits never walks alone, nobody is left behind. It doesn’t matter if you are a huge human or a halfing - if you are trustful fellow, you will be always welcome. Especially for the guys below:

✹ Elanor Brandfoot and Poppy Proudfellow

I can’t think of them separately because if you are friend of one if them - you get the second friend too.

And you are two often noticed under an apple tree dozing peacefully. You are hugging each other, a small basket with food - mostly apples of course but there are small bags with wild berries - is next to Poppy. You two had a great productive day.

✹ Largo + Dilly + Marigold Brandfoots

Hm… Largo’s hug would be father’s like and definitely he would put into your pocket something edible like a berry or a snail.

Marigold would worry about condition and safety. Her hugs will be gentle but little distracted by her own thoughts.

Dilly seems to be… that always little imp that isn’t that mischievous actually. I think her hugs will be quick and heartwarming.

✹ Gandalf

I think you are more likely to be a hafling, maybe Elanor’s or Poppy’s sibling. When you met each other for very first time, he noticed similarities between you and your sibling/s. Later, if you were brave enough, you came closer and… well, Gandalf wasn’t that brave actually. He was worried to scare you somehow. But soon you grew warm to each other.

So now you can shamelessly ask for hugs (if you are not shy) and he may even pick you up on his shoulders/back to let you have a fruit that is too high above earth or just to have fun. But he is still cations - he doesn’t want to harm you.

✹ Arondir + Bronwyn + Theo

hugs and family tendency

Arondir accepted Theo, so he will accept you as well - no matter if you are Bronwyn’s sibling or child or Theo’s friend. If you don’t show hostility, he will show respect and support back.

Bronwyn loves her son and loves her second child as well- there is no way for competitions, she will do her best so that you both feel loved and get enough hugs and kisses in head. (The Lullaby too)

If you are a friend, it’s the same case like Arondir’s - till you show malicious behavior, you are always welcome.

Theo… hm.

As a pibling you have the pibling right - to hug your nephew Theo and even to pock his cheeks when he pouts. Of course he pouts - after all, he is a warrior!

He doesn’t mind that much. He is just a teenager.

As a peer/sibling he accepts your affection. Just don’t overdo - otherwise he will kick your ass or tickle or something else to make you give more personal space.

✹ Durin + Disa (elf, hobbit) + children

Elf

First… the second trusted elf is in their house, like Elrond.

Durin mutters something like when he hugs his elven friend : “It has been a while! I hope you won’t forget about us with your elvish brain”.

If the elf picks him up, Durin will be grumbling and throwing words “PUT ME BACK NOW I AM NOT YOUT PLUSH TOY”

To Dise’s amusement

When Dise hugs the elf-friend, she is smiling and showing with all her heart that she is happy to see them. Maybe she will squeak in surprise but then laugh.

“You are rascal!”

Also an elf, if they don’t mind children, will be the maim horse of the children (who would refuse to be a horse?)

Durin will chock on his drink when he sees that for very first time.

Hobbit

Hobbits are smaller than dwarfs and for some reason I’m sure that one of them at least once try to pick their friend up - incidentally or for a reason. Their children for sure dare to drag their parents’ friend somewhere and make hobbit to play.

Durin jokes about the height and the fact that his children are as tall as his friend or even taller.

But despite the race they do one thing for sure in two cases - to feed their friend well. And Dise’s argument to put extra portion is almost similar for each other:

- You are a big/small fellow! You need to eat a lot, don’t be shy.

✹ Adar. Hugs. (Almost a drabble lmao)

That’s curious. It’s really curious. Uruks may have ways of showing love, but is there place for affection? How does it look like? Harsh pats on the back? Or just compliments, words of support, that sound so vulgar or rude, that Valar’s creations think they hate each other?

But Adar was an elf, long time ago. Or he is still. Just in different form. In any case, he hasn’t forgotten that completely, expressing it with small rituals. So unnoticeable, like ghost tickles twisted ears.

Tortures mark souls.

So, if you manage to survive and gain his trust or trust of his children (that automatically unlocks his trust) and ask him for hugs for very first time, I think he won’t react at first. Then after a long pause he asks back:

“What?”

“Hugs?”

That’s something strange for him. Someone wants to hug an Uruk. Last time when he hugged someone apart from his children was so long time ago that it almost faded in his mind.

He will ask why with his blank voice. The answer will make him think. About past. About his children. Many things and he may forget about the request. In that moment you can hug him and… again, no reaction. Any reaction.

(We must admit that man needs hugs and psychotherapy)

Maybe after the second or the third time (everytime he gets lost in his memories), he will hug back like he would hug his children if they ask him so - almost emotionless but firm hug. But he isn’t likely to hug you first somewhen. It’s just too long process.

Secret characters!

Finrod, Galadriel’s brother

He seems a tease to me, honestly. To tease you becase you slipped on wet stones? Because of your cute smile or angry huff? He can’t help. After all, to understand what vase contains you need to shake it enough. Not too much, of course - he doesn’t want to loose his friend or even someone more than just friend.

But hugs? He respect personal boundaries and if someone doesn’t want hugs, he won’t ever make someone hug him. And it also includes smaller gestures, but they slip out without his will - adjusting your clothes, taking a feather or other forest things out of your hair, careful you pulling out of the way of danger.

But when you ask for hugs or vice versa, he will hug you gently but firmly, his scent - something really unnoticeable will grip your clothes and skin firmly.

Uruks’ reaction to you hugging Adar:

If someone of his children sees you two cuddling, it will be really funny.

If It’s just one uruk, they will quickly leave to give personal space for Adar. If many see… they might be little self conscious, especially when it’s first time of cuddles. In next time some may dare to cheer and praise. Some of them. Not all. They just don’t know how to react.

They think that dad is kind and wise. No! Not just that - they are sure! But… cuddles? With someone, whom Uruks usually kill or use as a slave?

But later they grow warm to you too despite you acting like an alien for their own taste. Uruks have needs of affection, even if their appearance and manners say otherwise. Just different kind of affection.

Círdan

His hugs full of wisdom’s love. That you may know that this old elf is just the greatest grandpa. Scent of oil, wood and of this soap foam. Interesting, what’s the smell does it have? Herb like? Flower like?

The elven lord that is approachable and handsome aww.

(I apologize for mistakes, English isn’t my first language)

[thetormentita]

all or none (interlude 2: longing)

Hold on to what you have and never let go.

Pairing: Original female! Character x Joel Miller

A/n: poor charlie, babygirl dealing with lots of feelings in a chapter that hadn’t made to be one 😭

Warnings: angst, swearing, pregnancy mention, blood, Seth being a dick as usual, Gail herself (yup, decided to make her be a part of Jackson despite my own initial reluctance. Let’s give her a try, folks), kinda depression here?

Rating: Mature (+16)

Tagging list: @maegelletargaryen @daryltwdixon @mmkkzz @isla-finke-blog

“How you holdin’ up, kiddo?”

The first two days passed in a blur, only getting into the house for sleeping, basically, but the feeling of waking up in an empty bed hurts, and to have silence as the only companion does not help.

“Can’t complain, y’know.” Charlie shrugs her shoulders, trying to look as careless as she can, her eyes betraying her inner feelings.

“Been workin’ really hard, you need a good rest.”

She looks at him, lips tight forming a thin line. The temptation of really talking hard to fight.

“Just wanna keep myself busy, that’s all. If I wanna live properly here, I feel I have to earn it first.”

She doesn’t talk about the oppressing feeling upon her chest the moment she puts a foot into the house and silence is the only thing to welcome her, to accompany her during her time there, a constant reminder of the dangers Joel and Ellie are facing on their way to the Firefly base.

“I was just wonderin’ if you’d wanna come to our place and have some dinner tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sure.” She even manages to smile, genuine.

That night Charlie clads herself in the flannel Joel wore the day before the departure and falls asleep hugging his pillow, face buried in it hunting down the light scent of him.

Charlie pushes herself to her limits day after day with one single purpose: get home so tired her mind doesn’t even have the strength to miss Ellie and Joel, only to bathe in worry as she falls asleep, them being the last thing every night and the first every morning.

She has to keep going for them.

She has to keep their home warm for them.

Some coffee, hash browns and scrambled eggs drive her that morning to the mess hall, sitting in a gap out of the sight of the majority, her focus on the meal and the surprising ability of Ol’ Sue to soothe the sorrows of her heart with dishes as meticulous and delicious as Bill.

“Here ya are, sweetie.”

The limping woman approaches her before she can even notice, and a cupcake in front of her softens the façade she has built for the rest of Jackson.

“Thanks, you don’t have to—”

“Gotta eat to do all stuff ya do durin’ the day. See ya later?”

“Of course.” the corners of her lips turn to give the woman a gentle smile. Sue never asked her about why she came with Joel and Ellie and then they left, nor any detail of her life before Jackson; just gives her something to do the very moment she comes into the Tipsy Bison and asks for her.

Charlie eats alone, in silence, fully aware of the mumblings about the woman who came with a group and ended up alone, the woman who tires herself to the extreme with the only purpose of shutting up the ghosts inside her head, the woman who cares too much to even let it show.

…

Tommy and Maria take good care of her. They keep checking on her every single day, always cooking extra to take her something, always any kind of plans on the table, their presence a constant on her life.

“So, how’s patrol? Do you like it?”

Maria had fulfilled her wishes and signed her up for patrol the day after her arrival, Tommy changing the groups for her to fit in, always both of them together.

“It’s interesting” Maria’s soup is good, but not as good as Ol’ Sue’s, or Bill’s. “Different, but I like it.”

“How was it back home?”

Home. The word sounds foreign to her ear. Deep down she only has felt like home the time Joel and Ellie spent with her before going to the Firefly Camp.

“Y’know” Charlie shrugs her shoulders, her hand fighting back the urge to start fiddling with the spoon, “I did it by myself, by foot. Lots of time to think, but kinda boring… This is better, with company and the view.”

Charlie’s lips tense forming a thin line, her will trying to win the battle to get out of there. It is not commiseration what she needs, not attempts to keep her entertained.

“Our girl here’s one of the best” Tommy lands a hand upon her forearm, caring, almost like seeing her as a good friend instead of his older brother’s girl; he seems to not notice her mood, or, if he does, he doesn’t show it. “She’s a natural. I don’t know how we made it without her.”

“Stop it” Charlie chuckles, gently landing a hand upon Tommy’s and patting it twice, her gaze lowering to the almost empty dish. “You’re making me blush.”

“Truly mean it! Sweetheart, it only took us ‘bout two hours to clean the path to the ski lodge. None of those fuckers made it.”

It is not always, because she thinks they don’t want to pressure her, not make her feel bad for not getting the chance to enjoy the closeness they enjoy, but Tommy and Maria use to count with her for things like that one, just to have a nice and peaceful dinner, to try to make her forget for a couple of hours about Joel and Ellie, to have her mind focused on something else. Despite her inner reluctance, she always accepts.

“But what about giving our girl some rest, Tommy, love?” Maria’s gaze lands upon her before continuing, a kind gesture on her face. “How are things at the house? You need some help? I can go with you. Now that I have more free time, we can take all the stuff you guys won’t need and trade it for something useful.”

And next morning Maria is at her door, a package of cookies between her hands and determination flowing through her veins.

Both of them open all the windows of the house, get to wash all the old clothes that were still there at their arrival, clean every single corner of it.

They left it ready.

“So, why don’t we make a list with all stuff you may need?” Maria’s hand goes to one of the cookies as she talks, unworried, almost fresh, sat on one of the chairs of the dining room with a cup of tea in front of her, the aroma filling the space like a soothing balm. The pages of an old notebook found in one of the last patrols Charlie went lie open between them, waiting for purpose.

Charlie scans the room, silent, with thoughtful eyes, resting them on remnants of past lives—a faded photograph, a chipped vase adding splashes of nostalgia against the bare. None of those things are theirs, their owners disappeared long ago, but the feeling of not having the power to get rid of all those knick-knacks lingers heavily.

It reminds her of the house with the white fence.

Bill’s home.

…

Charlie is about to leave the Tipsy Bison when she notices a woman observing her, silent, a ceramic mug between her hands, light blonde hair tucked in a low bun, carefully hold up in place with bobby pins and a comb.

“What do I owe you?”

Seth, that unpleasant man with a constant grunt upon his lips approaches her at the other side of the counter and looks back at the kitchen, waiting a moment before looking back at her again.

“Nothin’.”

Charlie raises an eyebrow.

“This place doesn’t go on with charity, man. Just tell me what the fuck do I owe you.”

She doesn’t want to owe anybody anything. If there is something she has learnt from that old bastard of Bill is that she has to be self-sufficient, independent enough to have no debts with anybody.

But with Seth’s quick look back, his eyes upon the kitchen, Charlie knows that if it were for him she would have to pay for the pancakes and the tea, even double depending on his mood.

Damn woman…

“I will pay it.”

The woman with the bun stands up from where she is, chamomile tea left aside on her table along with a worn book Charlie cannot see the title properly. With quiet pace she approaches the counter, and before Charlie can avoid it, she is taking care of all, ignoring Seth who doesn't protest, merely grunts disapprovingly. Charlie eyes the woman with suspicion mingled with a pinch of gratitude she dare not voice. It is true that in a place like Jackson money is worth nothing, and favors are almost the true currency, but Charlie clearly has a hard time to adapt to it, despite having lived the majority of her life under the threat of the Cordyceps. The woman turns her head slightly, her bun tightly fastened, eyes reflecting a knowing kindness.

She knows that she has promised Maria to go with her around the village in her usual tour, needing an extra hand here and there since she has started showing—her hand swiftly going to her little bump here and there, Charlie somehow attracted and repelled by the idea of that woman pregnant—, but a part of her, deep down, needs to know why the woman with the bun has put her attention upon her.

“Thanks” she says once she has reached the table to which the blonde has returned, a worn out copy of Camus’ The Plague between her hands, “but you didn’t have to.”

The book is closed and gently left on the table as the woman’s eyes observe her with a degree of attention that almost troubles Charlie.

“Seth is a moron. He would have swindled you with pleasure” she gestures as inviting her to sit on the chair in front of her. “Certainly, you Millers don’t stop.”

You Millers. It hurts to hear it, to not knowing if it will ever be literally true.

“I’m no Miller.”

“But you came with Tommy Miller’s brother, have been seen really close to him and Maria and Tommy are almost constantly around you. It may lead to deception.”

“Only thing my mother gave me was a surname. Blackwood.”

“You fit so well with them one would not say” The woman takes a sip from her mug, almost lazily, her eyes never leaving Charlie. “You know what I hate about this place? Gossip. People are curious by nature, and that curiosity leads them to yap about things they can’t even imagine.”

“The fuck you care? Who are you?”

“My name is Gail. Before outbreak day I worked as a therapist in Salt Lake City… Then I came up here with my husband, and Maria gave us a place here” the mention of that single name makes Charlie clench her jaw, her posture stiff as she listens, her mind already racing. “Relax, she told me nothing about your situation. Yourself did every single day.”

“Don’t need your pity.” Charlie spits, bright eyes trained on Gail.

“You show up with people who suddenly leave you here on your own, and to cope with it you work until exhaustion: greenhouses after patrol, stables and then hunting, patrol and kitchens… I’m not the one to judge, and personally I couldn’t care less about your history, but if I know something is that sometimes people need to talk, that’s all, and you seem to really need it” another sip, and Charlie finds herself fighting hard the impulse to storm out of the place. “If you ever need to talk, my place is by the infirmary.”

…

Shit. Shit. Shit.

By the time they make it to the mall, to the frozen yoghurt store, her hands are already shaking, hopelessness threatening to take control.

But she must be brave. She is brave.

Fuck.

She has to be brave. She has to be quick.

She runs through the abandoned store searching for something to patch him up, like he saw him do with Charlie’s arm in Kansas City.

Fuck.

Charlie.

She would know what to do. She always does. It is like a gift of hers, always resourceful. If only they would have grown up together…

She surely hates her right now.

“Fuck! Gimme something!” she grits as she roams through the drawers, almost making an appeal for anything to appear.

And a roll of duct tape does.

She rushes towards Joel lays, both hands upon his body, almost like unconsciously protecting the stab.

“I’m gonna clean up the wound.”

Her eyes go to Joel’s face, far from his usual self.

“Joel?”

He grunts when she moves him, his breath shaking. His eyes half-open when she presses one of the t-shirts they had on the packs against his belly, the pain and the pressure making him wince.

“C’mon, you gotta help me. Come on.”

She doesn’t even know anymore if she is talking to him or to herself.

“Leave” he grunts, voice hoarse, eyes half-lidded. “Leave.”

“Shut up.”

She dips the cloth in the little whiskey left in the flask in Joel’s pack and presses it firmly against the wound, trying her best to control her trembling hands.

“Take the gun.”

“Joel, shut the fuck up!”

She doesn’t even dare to look at him.

But with a strength she doesn’t even imagine he has he grabs her by the collar of the coat and forces her to look at him.

“You go. Go north. To Charlie. Go…”

…

She hates when Maria takes her hand to put it on her bump, each day slightly bigger, but she knows that not a force in the world could make her despise the little life growing in it.

“Maybe you should take a rest.”

“I’m okay.”

She tries to smile but it doesn’t even reach her eyes. It’s been days since the last time she has truly felt it.

“Got any plans for tomorrow? We could just get some girl time, Tommy’ll be training some teens to help by the wall.”

“Sounds nice.”

By the time she closes the door of the house with the porch half mended she feels dirty, powerless. The weight of the promise she made to Joel is harder to handle day after day, and the silence in the room only amplifies the hollowness inside her.

A hollowness that stays with her after a hot shower, cladding herself in Joel’s worn flannel as she uses to do every single day since he left with Ellie in search for a comfort that never comes.

A hollowness that grows up even more when she spots the crumpled envelope Bill left for her back in Lincoln and she refused to read then, unconsciously putting it in her backpack when they left. “Maybe it’s time,” she whispers to herself as she cautiously approaches the dresser where it lies after she emptied her bag the first time she put a foot in that house. With trembling hands she takes it and sits on the wooden floor, a reflex from the times she liked to take a book and read by the porch of Bill’s house, ignoring the chairs there, her butt on the floor and her back against the wall.

When she opens the envelope, a letter and some little draws by Frank await. She knows they are Frank’s because Bill was terrible with the pencil, and because Frank had his own stash of works finished, wanting to give them to Bill or her in special days. Her breath shudders when she sees sketches of Bill and Frank, of her with each of them, her alone with a book, another where she is trying to fix something sat on the porch, and one of Joel and her that makes her hold her breath, the tip of her index finger gently tracing the painted figures, as her lower lip starts wobbling without her to realize it.

Kiddo,

I know you hate us right now, but trust me when I say that I prefer to die with your hatred than live with your pity. I only ask you to spare Frank from it, he has never wanted you to suffer because of him. He can’t stop talking about you, about how proud he is of you and how much he loves ‘his little bugger’.

I love you, girl. I may have been a dick sometimes, but you must know I would take a bullet for you. I have enjoyed every single day we have spent together, and I like to think I taught you to be incredible—but you already were by the time we met when you were little.

You know about the radio codes with Tess and Joel, call them. I know you will probably ignore this because you’re stubborn as hell, but they will protect you. Joel will. I never liked him, not really, and when I saw the way he looked at you I wanted to destroy him, but you were happy with him around. I didn’t like to be the last to know about it, but Frank made me realize Joel would probably do anything to keep you safe. Call him. Go with him or take him here if you want. Let him take care of you.

I leave you everything. Weapons, equipment, all the lousy things we still kept from my mother… You know very well what to do, you showed it a thousand times.

You can do anything, Charlie. Remember that.

I love you so damn much, my cheeky wee cunt.

—Bill

Before she realizes it, a raw sob tears the silence of the house.

It is hers.

Tears fall free down her face as she stands up, helpless, her hands shaking as her feet drag her to the mudroom and she puts on her boots again, throwing a coat over the flannel and the pyjama pants she wears before going out again, numb, crying all the way to the house with the blue door by the infirmary. A trembling fist knocks on the door, the sound dull against the wooden frame.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Charlie tries her best to stop crying, her fingers quickly brushing her cheeks to wipe away the tears.

“Wanna talk?”

[flyingwargle]

aran week day 1: stargazing

the door slides open, and aran is greeted by granny yumie, who brightens at the sight of him. "aran-kun! it's been a while since ya last visited."

"evenin', granny. i know, it's been busy." he crouches to give her a hug, wrinkled lips kissing his cheek. "i'm here all weekend, though, so save me a place at the table?"

"of course. if i don't, shin-chan will get mad." her eyes twinkle as she steps back for her shout to travel upstairs. "shin-chan! there's a tall an' handsome man waitin' fer ya!"

"i'll be a moment!" comes the reply.

she chuckles, turns back to aran. "is there anythin' i can get ya, while ya wait?"

he shakes his head. "i'm good, thanks. ya'll be fine on yer own tonight?"

"don't ya worry, i have sazae-kun ta keep me company." at the sound of stairs creaking, she places her hands on her hips with a mock stern tone as she says, "i expect ya ta bring my shin-chan home in one piece, preferably before midnight. no funny business, no gallivantin' off ta another prefecture, an' no broken bones. is that clear, young man?"

"granny." shinsuke speaks behind her. "yer thinkin' o' atsumu with the broken bones. aran won't do any o' that."

"well, we might be doin' some funny business,"aran says teasingly. "the stars need entertainment."

granny laughs, stepping aside to nudge her grandson forward. "so long yer not causin' a ruckus. i'll see ya in the mornin'."

they each kiss her cheek before watching her shuffle inside. shinsuke turns to him, dressed in a plain turtleneck and jeans, bag over his shoulder. "hello, tall an' handsome."

"hello, love o' my life." with a bow, he offers his hand. "ready?" shinsuke nods, fitting his own in his partner's larger grip.

the weekend aran is free to return home coincides with a meteor shower scheduled for tonight. they slide into his highlander, his pride and joy, equipped with everything they'll need for the night - picnic blanket, snacks and drinks, a pair of binoculars borrowed from his teammate. shinsuke scrolls through aran's playlists for something to match the ambiance, settling on old songs from the 90s. they share a smile.

it's not too far of a drive into the mountains from the farm, and by the time they arrive, there are several other cars parked. they find a space away from the other groups, spread the blanket over the grass, and settle on top with their snacks. shinsuke sits between his legs, leans back against aran's chest, whose arms are wrapped around his waist, catching each other up on their lives since they last met.

"osamu's thinkin' o' a third location," shinsuke is telling him. "he said he might open a second tokyo location, but i suggested kyoto."

"why's that?"

"he won't need to travel too far. he thought o' shizuoka fer suna, but it wouldn't be sustainable in the long run after he retires. it isn't easily accessible, either."

aran nods, reaching for a cracker to pop into his mouth. "that's practical."

"ya played against atsumu's team recently, if i remember correctly?"

"yep. we finally took our revenge, but i have a feelin' they'll take us out durin' the championship. i gotta stay on my toes." he grabs another cracker for shinsuke, who grasps it between his teeth. "did ya hear akagi's boys made it ta the ih this year?"

"yes. he was cryin' over the phone. he called me right after the awards ceremony ended." shinsuke's chuckle is soft. "inarizaki's streak finally ended."

"by an alumnus, too," aran teases, laughing along. the wind carries their laughter, replacing the air with a chill. he feels his partner shiver and reaches for the blanket to drape over them. "cold?"

shinsuke pulls the edges closer. "a bit. yer warm, though."

"developed thick skin from livin' in hyogo all my life."

"i musta shed mine fer the sun." he doesn't farm in the winter, after all, pivoting toward crops in his greenhouse and new hobby of poetry.

aran holds him closer. "we can share my heat, then." his partner hums, resting his head on his chest.

it's quiet moments like these that make their relationship work. aran craves the thrill of competition and glamour of publicity, but also silence and solitude, which he finds in shinsuke, a warm presence with tea in his hands and an open heart. and from him, shinsuke gets opportunities to stand in the limelight, immerse himself in the crowd, spend a night or two in the city's fast pace.

they balance each other in the best ways.

"oh, it's startin'!" aran points at the first streak of light across the sky, followed by another and another. shinsuke cranes his neck to watch, mesmerized by the display. as one trail of light fades, another replaces it, again and again, like a painter reinforcing their portrait.

"beautiful," aran breathes.

"i'm glad we could watch this year," shinsuke murmurs.

"darlin', we could watch every year, if that's what ya want."

"well...only if yer schedule allows it."

aran smiles, lowers his head to press a kiss on shinsuke's cheek. "always, if it's fer ya."