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YOTP - February
For V-day, I'll give you the YOTP fic for February.
A reluctant OTP, but an OTP nevertheless...Please, have some Merestor x Glorfindel (with art from @sauroff)
Lots and lots, heaps and heaps, of love for y'all!
Pairing: Glorfindel x Erestor
Prompt: Valentine's Day, Pollen/Fear Gas/Truth Serum, Established Relationship/Long Distance, different, mermaid, "If I kiss you, will you shut up?"
Words: 2 500
Warning: Sacrifice, implied monsterfucking, Merestor is a savage, nudity
(very sexy art and not very sexy fic under the cut!)
“We are sorry,” the councilman whispered as he stood, outlined by ominous darkness on Glorfindel’s threshold. “You have been chosen. We are hoping—”
“I understand,” Glorfindel replied before the old man could rattle off the perfidious reasons for their cruel decision to send one of their most valued warriors to his death. It made sense, he thought, the threat with which the town had been dealing for quite some time now was not one he or anyone else could fight with swords and arrows.
Thus, he had become superfluous—dead weight, really, and he recognised that much without fail.
“Today is a good day to die,” he added, deep sadness making his voice sound as hollow as if it was already coming from the grave. “I cannot bear the festivities anyway.”
“You must find it heartless—”
“Not at all,” Glorfindel interrupted again. “It’s strangely poetic, don’t you think? Give me an hour to put everything in order, tell the neighbours, and distribute what few riches are left to me, and then I shall be all yours.”
“Very well. I am sorry, please believe me,” the man who had known the condemned for many long years breathed softly.
“I know,” Glorfindel said soothingly. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I am not loath to die. Especially not today!”
As he went through his meagre possessions, the golden-haired hero of another time smiled wistfully to himself.
Outside, maidens and young men were giggling breathlessly as they sang songs of love and hope and waved their elaborate bouquets through the fragrant night air—this was their day, the day of lovers, and Glorfindel felt ashamed of his visceral, asphyxiating resentment of their happiness.
Once upon a time, he had been much like them. Returning from a faraway war covered in glory and illustrious distinctions, he had managed to capture the heart and hand of a beautiful, smart, enchanting young man.
For a few blessed years, he and Erestor—for that had been his beloved’s name—had lived in peace and plenty. Every year, they’d light candles on this hallowed night and sit on the porch of their little dwelling to watch the procession of giddy youths, dancing through the street with elation.
Then, one day, Erestor had disappeared. Glorfindel had waited, searched, and despaired, but no trace of his darling had been found.
Looking back now, he realised that the “deep”—an ominous threat that had transformed the previously merry village into a ghost town of whispered conversations and furtive steps—had first made itself known around the same time.
Nobody knew exactly what it was and what it wanted, but it was generally understood that Erestor—Glorfindel’s very own husband—had been its first victim.
From that fateful spring on, cattle, people, and treasures vanished from the riverbanks and the edges of the underground lake that had always been a highly favoured bathing spot for the villagers. Fear fell like a shadow over the hamlet, stifling all life and laughter.
Soon, people avoided all running water, coming up with complex rituals of superstition and idiocy, but Glorfindel was too heartbroken still to even fear for his life; he wanted to know what had happened to his sweetheart.
At first, the elders had refused that he or anyone else should leave the safety of the village to seek out the mysterious creature that had been glimpsed by a few but never fully seen, and Glorfindel had reluctantly bowed to the pressure of public outrage.
Then, the sacrifices had started. Miscreants and rebels, bound and gagged, were left in the cave to feed and soothe the “deep”—and, to everybody’s horror and delight—they were gone by the time the guards came back in to check on them. As the mouth of the cavern was under perpetual surveillance, it was undeniable that it had to be the sea monster that had taken them.
A part of Glorfindel had always known that, sooner or later, he would be picked to be delivered to the pernicious pestilence haunting their home. His adamant refusal to wear the protective amulets or steer clear of the river had branded him an insurgent and a sceptic, and a community ruled by fear could and would not abide such disruptive, potentially dangerous faithlessness.
Thus, on the night of lovers, he was called upon to do what was necessary to keep a society from which he had almost entirely withdrawn safe. This would be his last act of heroism.
Glorfindel felt relieved and almost happy as he walked, flanked by the mayor and the councilman, down to the cave. Maybe, he thought, he’d be able to find out something about his lost lover; either way, he’d be freed of the torturous half-life he had been leading.
As he entered the cave, he was surprised and more than just a little touched to find countless candles burning in every nook and cranny.
The villagers had carved well-wishes into the melting wax or written down their prayers on little scraps of paper that were now buried under the slow-moving tide of pristine white, dripping off every wall.
“We have to…” the mayor looked up at Glorfindel with undisguised misery as he lifted the length of rope he had been kneading in his sweaty hands. “You can keep the clothes to prevent chafing.”
Chuckling wryly, Glorfindel shook his head slowly. He had promised his last possessions—the garments on his back and the bells in his hair—to the two brave men who stood by him as he set out for his last expedition.
“I hope that you’ll at least get a tankard of ale each for these,” he said as he laid the adornments he had cherished through many a hard year into their unworthy palms. “Now tie me up and leave. For all I’ve done for this village and for you, I think that I deserve the dignity of meeting my fate without having to worry about an audience.”
They complied readily, desperate to get away from the dark water lapping rhythmically against the sloping ground of the cave.
In their furious haste, they were less gentle with this season’s sacrifice than he’d have deserved, but Glorfindel was unfazed by the nails scraping heedlessly across his bare skin and the sharp bite of the rope into his tense flesh.
“Where…”
The councilman pointed at a few worn, discoloured pillows at the far end of the cavern, just a stone’s throw away from the frightening, liquid threat of the purling underground lake.
“Tasteful,” Glorfindel commented as he was heaved, pushed, and dragged to the designated spot. In his mind, images of his first successful attempts at seduction danced as if to taunt him.
He was no stranger to promiscuous poses and elaborate bondage, and—on this lonely night of lost love—he could truly appreciate the irony.
“I am ready,” he declared. “Withdraw and save your lives. Think of me fondly, and don’t let this ruin your evening. Go light a candle in my honour. Maybe, look the other way if you come across a particularly adventurous couple, I don’t know…”
He huffed—it annoyed him that he was still the one trying to comfort and calm the men who had condemned him to an undoubtedly horrid demise, but he couldn’t bear their sad, mournful gazes.
“I am not dead yet,” Glorfindel grunted when nobody moved. “Remember me like this—beautiful, alluring, and very much alive!”
Tensing and squirming against the irregular, badly tied knots, he averted his face which finally convinced his two hangmen to scamper away like the vermin they were.
“Let’s hope this monstrosity makes haste at the very least,” Glorfindel mumbled and leaned back against the smelly cushions as much as he could without cutting off his circulation.
Thankfully for the integrity and safety of his limbs, Glorfindel did not have to wait long until minute ripples on the hitherto perfectly placid surface of the lake heralded the imminent arrival of whatever lethal foe was lurking in the murky depths.
“Ah, a new one,” a voice resounded. To the intended victim’s utter astonishment, it sounded tired and impatient rather than gleefully wicked. “Why do they keep pawning their unwanted villagers off on me?”
Spellbound, Glorfindel twisted as much as his bonds allowed to see a shimmering, mesmerising creature cleave through the water.
“Eh, same as ever,” the aquatic being muttered and launched itself out of its watery habitat, twirling like a falling star and filling the stale, damp air with a fine powder that tasted sweet and cloying on Glorfindel’s tongue as he drew a deep breath. “What is it that you truly desire? Do not even try to lie to me—the spores you’ve just inhaled force you to tell the truth.”
“I want to know what happened to my love,” Glorfindel replied immediately, not even trying to struggle against the sudden heaviness pervading his limbs and befuddling his racing mind. “All I want is to find out where Erestor went.”
With a muted splash, the creature fell back into the arms of the inky lake until only a pair of brightly flashing eyes—as eerily familiar and yet entirely foreign as the accents of that enchanting voice—were visible.
Taking the monster’s silence as an invitation and unable to stem the tide of words that had been unleashed by the potent dust he had ingested, Glorfindel kept babbling about the one he had loved and lost, detailing Erestor’s indescribable beauty and admirable wit and sighing longingly.
“I know that you’ve taken him, and I’d beg you to reunite us!” he finally pleaded.
“You think that I have killed your lover,” the creature mused, its words setting off a flurry of bubbles, dancing over the glassy surface of the water. “And you’d be willing to meet that same fate?”
“Yes. Life itself is worth nothing if it’s to be devoid of all joy and love!”
“You have ever been such a soppy fool! I should have known that my sacrifice would come to nought due to your reckless stubbornness!”
Heaving itself from its fluid realm once more, the creature drew inexorably closer.
“Who made those knots? What a mess! Just look at your beautiful skin!” Razor-sharp claws sliced through the rope without hesitation, and Glorfindel sat up, rubbing the sore spots his writhing had left behind.
“Erestor?” he cried as he now fully faced the well-known and desperately missed frame of the one he had sought for endless months.
There was no doubt about it, that visage—gleaming like mother of pearl and gold in the flickering light of the white candles—was the very one he saw in those terrible nightmares that haunted his every moment of respite.
“How? Why? What has happened? How have you come hither? Have you been enslaved against your will? What can I do? I have missed you so much, you can’t imagine! Oh Erestor, my love! Or…did you leave me of your own accord? Was I not a good husband to you? You should have told me that you were unhappy—I would have done anything to alleviate your dissatisfaction—”
“If I kiss you, will you shut up?” Erestor interrupted, and—not waiting for an answer—pressed his cool, wet lips against Glorfindel’s burning mouth in a gentle caress that grew frantic and heated almost instantly.
“Why?” Glorfindel whispered against the fragrant skin for which he had yearned with every fibre of his being.
“Old enemies came for you—you were out, at the market if I recall correctly—and they spoke terrible threats…” Erestor explained sheepishly. “You were always too rash to heed the warning signs of the deeper, darker secrets of the world.”
“But—”
“I’ve offered myself. What else could I do? The town needed you more than they did me!”
“I needed you! To hell with the accursed village—they’ve left me here, bound and naked, to be eaten by some fearsome monstrosity!” Glorfindel cried passionately.
“So they did,” Erestor agreed, anger and regret turning his eyes into splintered onyx. “It seems that I’ve been mistaken in my assessment, a rarity as you well know. I did not expect you to waste your time bemoaning my loss.”
“How dare you?” Glorfindel roared. Not minding the sharp protrusions on Erestor’s fingers or the dangerously pointy teeth flashing in the semi-darkness, he grabbed his lost husband by the shoulders and shook him vehemently. “I have never stopped looking and waiting for you—loving you—and if that ass of a mayor had not been so laughably terrified, I would have found out the truth much sooner!”
“Do they really think I’ve killed all these people?” Erestor inquired, leaning against the comforting, dry warmth of Glorfindel’s chest.
When the golden-haired sacrificial offering of beauty and valour nodded, he tossed back his head and laughed heartily.
“Believe you me, I did no such thing. It is in my power to grant one wish to those who seek me out in exchange for something they treasure—and what idiotic things they were—and so, I’ve helped every single person you’ve thrown down here escape the prison of paranoia and worry into which you’ve seemingly turned our once peaceful village.”
Glorfindel stared until his eyes overflowed with hot tears, leaving warm streaks of salt and salvation on his sculptural, freckled cheeks.
“I am so happy to see you—have you been well?” he asked breathlessly. “You should not have offered yourself that without consulting me! Of all the things to lose, I’d rather lose a limb than you!”
“I can see that now,” Erestor admitted. “I am sorry for doubting your love and your strength—they were very persuasive, and they tapped into my secret insecurity that someone like me—cerebral, somewhat scrawny, and undeniably mean—could never keep the love of one so glorious, handsome, and popular as you. It was all so new, and they made me believe that you’d soon grow tired of me anyway…This sacrifice was meant to be my parting gift.”
“And you dare call me a fool?” Glorfindel rasped as he bundled his merman husband—long, iridescent tail and webbed hands—onto his bare lap fitfully. As soon as that smooth, cool skin collided with his own heated flesh, he felt his body and all its dormant desires and impulses flare back to life.
“My love,” Erestor said warningly as he felt the testament of Glorfindel’s enduring, evidently unconditional ardour press against his scaly rear, “this is hardly the moment. I still have one wish to grant you—choose wisely!”
“Do you enjoy this life?” Glorfindel asked seriously, cupping Erestor’s soft cheek and searching his petulant gaze for any signs of dishonesty.
“Yes,” Erestor admitted after a moment’s reflexion. “It is strange, certainly, but I like it well! You’d…you couldn’t understand…”
“Then my wish is to join you!” Glorfindel exclaimed. “It is my turn to offer my life for your happiness. Make me what you are!”
So, that was my contribution to the YOTP for February!
I hope you've enjoyed this! Lots of love!
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justice for kabru. they put my man in the wrong genre. bro was meant to be playing psychological games with light yagami and instead he’s playing yaoi mind tennis with a blonde himbo
#kabru there’s no other option you need to kiss laios to gain the upper hand NOW!!!!!#labru#kabru#laios touden#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#i can’t stop posting about them i’m so sorry
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in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this
#artists on tumblr#Arcane#jayvik#Jayce Talis#Viktor#arcane spoilers#my art#I saw That Shot (you know the one) and my brain broke with how beautiful it was#and then I was like wait those colors... oh my god what if...#aaaand I've always wanted to draw the klimt kiss ref#looks like these two were the ones who got it in the end hah#but phew this tested me in so many ways with figuring things out
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only you.
#I still cannot fathom that the jayvik ending we got is real#I'm still convinced I will wake up from a dream#Every tiny thing about it was absolutely perfect#and I applaud everyone who worked on it#so all I really wanted to add was a little kiss#in honour of this incredibly beautiful scene#jayvik intertwined their souls and will now spend eternity together#jesus christ#get a room you two#arcane#arcane fanart#jayvik#jayvik fanart#jayce#viktor#jayce and viktor#my art#fanart
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#arcane#jayvik#jayce talis#viktor arcane#i was fully expecting them to kiss and for jayce to say “because i love you” but i can read subtext just as well#50k
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pass it on!
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#dungeon meshi#farcille#falin touden#senshi of izganda#chilchuck tims#izutsumi#laios touden#marcille donato#dungeon meshi spoilers#doodles#mine#do NOT let me take credit for the colours. it was adventure time no. 69's variant cover that found me in the depths of despair#kissed me tenderly and lifted me up. everybody say thank you riibrego#the story behind this is that when i was like 14 browsing pixiv i found fanart of vocaloid dressed as celestial bodies doing a kiss relay#and i never forgot it for one second. so let's all blow a kiss to the sands of time for that as well
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JUST SAW A FED-EX DRIVER JUMP OUR OF HIS TRUCK AT A REDLIGHT AND RUN UP TO A SECOND FED-EX TRUCK (THREE CARS AHEAD) AND THE GUY LEANED OUT AND THEY JUST KISSED ON THE LIPS? HELLO?
#i was having such a rough day but i think this cured me#you dont understand how hysterical i was after watching this#homies is it gay to kiss another truck driver at a red light
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#feelings#love#lovers#i love you#couple#relationship#couple goals#relationship goals#couple cuddling#couple kissing#couples#cuddling & snuggling#cuddles#snuggles#affectionate cuddling#affection#soulmates#romantizing life#romance#aesthetic#black and white#gif#amor#passion#touch#bacio#casais#obsessive love#mine#be mine
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For many of years I had this tradition of drawing Wirt and the beast once a year to see how much I have improved, then depression hit in 2023 and couldn't continue, but it left so really amazing art in the process
#There are 2 missing from 2015 and 2016 but those are between God and me#I lost the scanned version of the last#thats why the picture is taken with my phone#so these are from 2017 to 2022#I'm pretty proud of them#over the garden wall#otgw wirt#otgw#You can tell I was a fan of the Bad Ending AU back then...#a friend of mine once joked that I drew them closer and closer with every passing year#that at some point they would end up kissing#wwww#maybe the next one is a kiss of judas reference#who knows#my art
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super annoying gojo satoru when a girl comes up to you and asks you if he's your brother even after clearly seeing him grabbing your ass and saying super cheesy lines to you to make you only roll your eyes at him.
and you're stuck dumbfounded because it's not rocket science to figure out that you two are a thing just by looking at the both of you because the clingy bastard is quite literally stuck to you everywhere you go, whining and pleading for yet another kiss after stealing several from you.
and it's the same clinginess that prompts him to answer in your stead "yes actually. we're siblings" he beams a smile at you and you scowl, why the hell is he feeding onto this random girl's delusions like that? can't he take the hint?
you're not done scrutinising him when he grabs your chin with his big ass hands and smashes his lips onto yours, tugging and devouring your mouth into an extra sloppy kiss for the girl to take a hint.
he pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he licks his lips where yours had been a second ago. "is that obvious enough?" he chuckles, eyes never leaving yours as you see the girl storm off in the corner of your eye.
#i saw a quote that said bro's the type to say youre siblings and kiss you#and it was so satoru coded i Had to#i want him i miss him huhu#supersweet! writes#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk scenarios#jjk drabbles#jjk fluff#jjk imagines#gojo x you#gojo fluff#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoru x reader#jjk headcanons#jjk fic#jjk crack#jjk satoru#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader
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#intimate#affection#baby#couple#craving intimacy#craving this#craving you#desire#heavy breathing#i miss you#intense#kiss my neck#k!nk blog#k!nk community#k!nky thoughts#k!nks#k!nky girl#bd/sm kink#bd/sm daddy#bd/sm community#bd/sm blog
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Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other
That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay
This is the proof that they love each other
Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed
It always existed
#i will argue this point til my dying breath#they always loved each other#if you think the kiss was the only proof#then i adviae you to reexamine the relationship#the kiss wasn't romantic anyway#it was desperate and painful#it was a last ditch effort from crowley because he loves aziraphale so much#but it was not the confession#he'd already confessed his feelings#the kiss was never necessary to do that#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#good omens spoilers#go2 spoilers
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i don't think the theraprism is a good thing, guys
#gravity falls#the book of bill#bill cipher#comic#stump art#tbob spoilers#ford having a lovely cup of tea. thinking to himself. an angel has just sung something i believe#i shall close my eyes . and die now#< -- SAD . but it had to happen#everyone kiss your sad grandpa if you have one . you never know when bill cipher is going to blow his ass up
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I have had it with this likescolding. “Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm so likes don’t actually do anything” motherfucker I am not clicking that heart to give some post better ~algorithmic visibility~ I am clicking that heart to help my internet friend microdose on serotonin as god fucking intended
#personal#as in this heart means I will personally give you a big ol kiss#I appreciate that you showed me that thing even if it doesn't fit with the vibe of what I put on my tumblog
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#i made this to make myself feel better after e6#so I hope it can help you all recover too#a perfect kiss in the rain like crowley deserves#good omens#good omens spoilers#good omens 2#good omens fanart#aziracrow#aziracrow fanart#ineffable husbands#david tenannt#micheal sheen#neil gaiman#my art#digital art
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He truly did.
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