#celtic's fics

[1caru]

legendary, beautiful, and coveted

[justaz]

will survives the attack on ealdor and arthur spares his life despite believing him to be a sorcerer which wins some points in will’s book and (like merlin) becomes this annoying leech that won’t leave arthur alone. he follows merlin to camelot and arthur tries many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many times to get rid of him but he just keeps popping up and ends up getting a job as a servant in camelot. and ends up serving either gwaine or lancelot bc he and gwaine are a lot alike or bc lancelot knows about merlins magic and guards that secret with his life. anyways he comes with merlin and the crew on all their little hunting trips and quests and teams up with everyone to be an absolute Menace to arthur. late at night, he’ll take out his lute and strum some chords to a song from ealdor and goads merlin into singing and it becomes a Thing that they perform folk songs from ealdor whenever they’re all out in the woods

[swiftsmlb]

dating jayson tatum includes.

jayson tatum x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of sex.

authors note: hi. jayson tatum imagine here! hope you all like it. my first nba imagine on here! requests are open!

the both of you met after a game, after he accidentally fell on you during the game

he NEEDED to make sure you were alright. and you were. thankfully!

jayson asking you to dinner as an apology

things took off from there

you both became inseparable

jayson is such a gentleman. treats you so right

jayson teasing you about how short you are

cuddles 24/7

jayson being the big spoon all the time

he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair

jayson loves everything about you

tells you how beautiful are, every damn day

now… if we are being honest: jayson is the jealous type

he gets possessive easily. but not in a toxic way

he just loves you and hates lingering eyes on what’s his

facetime calls when he’s away

post-game sex.

make up sex

shower sex!

jayson loves to praise you. even if it isn’t during sex

helping him when he’s sore

late-night car rides !

getting matching tattoos with one another

jayson giving you nicknames “ darling” and “ angel”

going to every home game

wearing his jersey, always

supporting one another always

baking together! he loves to help - even though he sucks at it!

being there for him through the toughest losses

and being there for the huge wins

being loyal to one another

your his angel. it was like fate when he fell on you that night

[saradika-graphics]

could you do celtic dividers in blue or red or green? i love your stuff!!

hi anon! Thank you so much! 💖 and sure - here you go! I added some plain matching lines as well.

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

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[teecupangel]

There are sooo many good animal Desmond ideas out there... But no one thinks about horse Desmond.

He would be the mightiest of steeds. Maybe he would be a war breed like a Friesian or a hunting breed like an Akhal-Teke?

Horse Desmond would be a wild horse at first I think. No one would be able to keep him contained. But maybe he could be tempted to stick around if say... A certain ancestor popped up. Or perhaps they needed a lift? Most probably away from angry templars- or even more likely if you go for ezio- single fathers trying desperately to keep handsome Italian men away from his precious daughters?

You would have no problem escaping when your horse isn't afraid to free-run. >:}

And darn it if he wouldn't be the most loyal mount! Kicking and stomping would-be horse thieves and templars like it's a hobby!

Oooh what if he was a water horse/kelpie?

Horse!Desmond is like… a creature that happens every so often and graces this Tumblr every few months XD

Here’s the first horse!Desmond ask I got.

The Desmond is a horse in Auditore ranch ask that can go either EziAlt or EziLeo.

And the Desmond is a horse in Valhalla ask.

I’m actually unsure if there’s more but these are the ones I was able to find. XD

So let’s go for water kelpie in this one!

I’m kinda imagining Desmond like the water kelpie in Shin Megami Tensei:

But he’s gonna be a pure white kelpie with golden eyes.

Water kelpies have the ability to shapeshift into humans but they’re easily caught because they have seaweeds for hair and they supposedly haunt the almost all water masses in Scotland and the kelpie is said to be a being that appears in both Scottish and Irish lore so there’s a high possibility that Shay and Liam would know about them.

And that’s why Shay is absolutely suspicious of the hooded man that appeared in the homestead one random day.

He spoke to Achilles for a long while and he just… starts living in a small shack near the docks.

Shay wouldn’t have been so suspicious of him had he not smelled like… water… all the time.

He has no other way to explain it.

There was something about his scent that reminded Shay of the stories his father used to tell him the mythical beasts and monsters that haunt Ireland.

They had also traveled to Scotland quite a few times during Shay’s time with his father and their ships, having a close relationship with a merchant that goes there. They get more money if they accompany the merchant to Scotland so Shay knows a bit.

The unknown Assassin that only goes by the name Desmond reminds Shay of one of those stories.

No.

The stories of those who stay in the waters to drown humans.

And then…

Lisbon happened.

He tried to do the right thing.

And he fell in the cold waters.

That’s when he saw it.

A white kelpie with golden eyes.

The same eyes as Desmond.

He wakes up in Desmond’s shabby shack.

And finally sees Desmond without a hood.

… his hair was made of seaweeds.

Shay was in the presence of a kelpie.

But why…

Why did the kelpie save him?

[adhd-merlin]

delirium

Written for the May 2024 round of @merlinmicrofic, for the prompt: "It's you." Merlin & Arthur, Gen, Hurt/Comfort, 537 words

He’s hot. He’s too hot.

“Put it out,” he pleads, because there must be a fire in the room. Right next to his bed.

He’s going to burn. He never imagined it would be like this.

Something wet and shockingly cold touches his forehead and he hisses through his teeth, turning away. He tries to ask for it to stop, but all that comes out of his mouth is a pitiful whimper.

“Will he be all right?” Arthur asks.

Merlin doesn’t know whom Arthur is talking about. Perhaps it’s him. He cannot hear Gaius’s reply. There might not be one. Merlin sighs and sleep falls upon him, dragging him under.

It’s not a fire in the room. He’s burning from the inside. Like the dragon.

“What dragon?” a sweet woman’s voice asks him.

What a strange question. His mother was the one who first told him the story – she should know. The dragon who swallowed the sun when it fell off the chariot and only spit it back out when the thunder-god hit him with one of his bolts.

“The sky dragon,” Merlin wheezes.

His mother starts crying.

Oh. He must be dying. He tries to offer her a few words of comfort but he’s too weak to speak, or even open his eyes.

His mother wipes his brow with a cold, wet cloth.

Merlin has reached a strange sort of acceptance in the hazy space between dream and death. He licks his lips.

“Mother?” The hand on his brow pauses. Merlin finds that, with some effort, he can string a few words together. “The dragon song. Will you sing it to me?”

There’s a moment of silence. He half-expects his mother to start crying again – instead, she starts humming. It’s a deep hum, which doesn’t seem to follow any particular tune – it certainly sounds nothing like the song Merlin requested – but it’s still comforting.

He sleeps.

What feels like days later, Merlin wakes. He opens his eyes and looks right into Arthur’s face.

Arthur stops humming.

“It’s you,” Merlin croaks.

Arthur touches Merlin’s forehead with the back of his hand and peers into his eyes. “Merlin?”

Merlin clears his throat. “Yes. Hi.”

Relief floods Arthur’s face. “You look better. We weren’t sure–” He stops suddenly and takes his hand away.

“Was Gwen here?” Merlin asks, remembering a woman’s voice. 

“She was, yesterday,” Arthur says. “She needed some rest.”

“She was crying.” Merlin squints at Arthur. “And you… you were singing to me.”

Arthur looks down, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. “You must’ve dreamt that.”

“Humming,” Merlin amends.

“I made noises at you,” Arthur says, his cheeks pink. “You seemed to find it soothing.”

“It was. Thank you.”

“Yes. Well.” The lack of teasing from Arthur is a disturbing confirmation of just how sick Merlin was. Arthur drops the wet cloth in a bowl and stands up. “I’ll go get Guinevere. She’ll want to see you.”

“I’ll wait right here,” Merlin says, with a smile that pulls at the cracked skin of his lips.

Arthur shoots him a look, as if Merlin were being very odd, and he leaves.

Before Gwen returns, Merlin falls asleep, dreaming of cloud-dwelling dragons and an old childhood song.

[cazluvsu]

new celtics fic dropped (nobody cheered)

[timperi-fan]

"Are you alright?"

A calm voice broke through Timmy's panic, and he blinked. He always thought that if he ever found himself being mugged or attacked, he would stay calm and handle himself with dignity.

Instead, when his walk home from his shitty fast food job had been interrupted by a knife pointed at his face, Timmy had froze.

He still felt frozen now, sitting on the asphalt (when had he gotten on the ground?) with the night chill biting into his palms and leaking through his jeans. His heart was still slamming in his chest, even though the threat was gone.

The threat was gone?

The figure standing over him moved, and Timmy flinched. His wide eyes darted up, absorbing the stranger's concerned gaze and his mask and God, that was so much purple—

"Hey, hey, it's okay... You're in shock," the masked man said gently, like he was trying to settle a spooked animal.

Timmy worked his jaw a couple of times. He swallowed; squinted up at the man. "...Sídhe?"

It was. Sídhe — Dimmsdale's resident superhero — stood over Timmy, bending over to be closer to his height. The wings on his back cast scattered light over Timmy's prone form. The sound of his name made the hero grin in relief.

"You're okay. I'm so glad." He offered Timmy his hand. "Can you stand?"

Timmy nodded. He still felt shaky, but he was calming down some, now. He took Sídhe's hand on autopilot, letting himself be pulled to his feet.

He always thought that Sídhe would be taller in person, but the TV had a way of making things seem bigger than reality. He never thought he would be meeting Sídhe in person at all.

"It's a good thing that I was doing a late patrol today — I saw that man try to mug you," Sídhe explained, his voice tight with fury. Despite that, his grip on Timmy's hand remained gentle. "Are you injured at all?"

Somehow, Timmy found it within himself to shake his head. "No, I'm— I'm fine," he mumbled. "Just tired."

Sídhe leaned in. His other hand settled on Timmy's cheek, and he had the ludicrous thought that he was about to be kissed. Instead, Sídhe swiped his thumb over Timmy's cheek. His hand came away with blood on it.

It almost seemed like Sídhe's golden pupils flaired brighter still. "You're hurt."

Timmy reached out and caught Sídhe's hand. "It's just a cut. I..." He struggled to speak evenly. "I just want to go home. Really."

They stood still like that for a moment more. Sídhe's inhuman eyes scanned his face, like he was peeling away Timmy's skin to gaze at his soul. Could he do that? Maybe. He was magic, right?

Timmy was a little surprised to find that he wasn't bothered. He felt at ease around Sídhe.

Their hands were still entwined. He didn't feel any desire to change that.

Finally, Sídhe nodded. "I'll walk you home," he said. It wasn't a suggestion.

Timmy wouldn't have refuted even if it was.

He turned and started walking.

In his mind, Timmy always thought that if he did get to meet Sídhe, for whatever reason, he would ask a bunch of questions that he wanted to know the answer to. Like, where did he get his powers from? Why did he choose to be a hero? Were his wings as delicate as they looked? Was he born with them?

Was being a superhero lonely?

Instead, they walked in silence. Timmy stole glances at Sídhe as they walked, just to ensure that he wasn't dreaming. His wings were iridescent and looked as thin as air, like the details were spun from spider's silk and would fall apart at a touch. His clothing choice didn't seem to include any armor — Sídhe was dressed in flowing, loose fabric. The effect was that he looked ephemeral. Timmy kept thinking that he was going to blink and Sídhe would be gone.

For some reason, he stayed. He stayed all the way down the street, to Timmy's shitty little apartment just two blocks from his college campus.

"This is my stop," Timmy said.

Sídhe glanced appraisingly at the run-down brick building. "Are you safe here?" He asked.

"Uh." Timmy wasn't sure how to answer that. He wasn't sure why Sídhe cared. He shrugged one shoulder. "More or less."

Sídhe hummed. He set a hand on Timmy's shoulder, leaning in — so close that their breaths mingled and Timmy could count the flecks of gold burning in his irises.

This time, the last thing that Timmy expected was to be kissed. And that was exactly what Sídhe did.

His lips brushed the cut on Timmy's cheek, and it felt like time stopped. Timmy's fingers curled, clenching around nothing. He wanted time to freeze again; wanted this moment to last just a little bit longer.

Instead, Sídhe pulled back. The corner of his mouth was quirked up in a smile. "I have healing magic," he said by way of an explanation. Timmy could feel the place where he'd kissed tingling but, honestly, it would have felt that way even without magic.

"T-Thanks," Timmy managed. He cleared his throat. "I really, um, appreciate you, helping me out and walking me home... You didn't have to do all of that," he said awkwardly.

It was easier to make conversation when he'd been frozen. Now that he was thawed, all Timmy could focus on was the way that Sídhe's purple curls were hanging in front of his eyes, just begging to be brushed away from his face.

"Of course I didn't 'have to.' I wanted to," Sídhe said warmly. And he smiled, like there was no where in the world he'd rather be than on Timmy Turner's doorstep, with blood on his glove and fondness in his eyes. "Get some sleep, Timmy."

His wings fluttered as Sídhe became airborne. Timmy watched, amazed that something so pretty was actually functional. He wanted to memorize those swooping swirls and careful curves. He wanted to duck his head along Sídhe's bare back, lips brushing down his spine, while his fingers traced the patterns on his wings from memory.

Instead, Timmy stood there like an idiot, staring at the night sky until long after Sídhe was out of sight.

His cut had been healed, but his cheek still burned.

All Timmy could think was that he wanted Sídhe to stare at him like that again — like he was the most important thing in the universe.

(It didn't occur to him until the next morning that he had never told Sídhe his name.)

[rainbowsmagicandshit]

For those who don’t know, today, May 1st, is Beltane (in the northern hemisphere). Beltane is a Celtic holiday and said to be one of the three days of the year where the veil between the physical world and the spiritual word is at it’s thinnest (the other two are the Summer Solstice aka Litha and Samhain).

This is also the holiday that Arthur uses the Horn of Cathbhadh to talk to Uther in the Death Song of Uther Pendragon in season 5.

I don’t know much about this holiday—just a shallow understanding, I wasn’t raised in this culture, but am loving learning about the practices—but here is some things I know about it. Beltane literally means “the fire of Bel”. Bel is the god of the sun, and Beltane celebrates his union with the goddess of the earth, Danu. Bel and Danu are seen as the parents of the Irish gods. One of the traditions of Beltane was to put out all fires, light a sacred Bel fire, then everyone would take flames from that sacred Bel fire, and relight the fires and their hearths. So, fire is one way to celebrate Beltane. Another way is flowers. The Welsh goddess Blodeuwedd is the goddess of emotions and flowers. She is also associated with Beltane. Since Beltane is when all the flowers start to bloom and nature is vibrant, decorating everything with flowers is another Beltane tradition especially flower crowns.

Samhain falls on October 31st in the norther hemisphere. This is the holiday associated with the Cailleach. Samhain means “summer’s end” and the holiday is seen as the Celtic new year. Samhain is the holiday that Morgana and Morgause used to open the veil in the Darkest Hour in season 4 (if I remember right).

Why am I posting this? Because it seems like the holidays in BBC Merlin are the holidays of the Wheel Of The Year. This is useful for fanfic writers who want to expand on the Merlin world more. Or want there to be a holiday or banquet in their stories but don’t know what to make it for. Or want to try and work out a timeline for the show. Or just want to use it for tropes.

I meant this post as more a jumping off place to know where the BBC Merlin holidays originate from. I would suggest definitely researching each individual holiday more before writing about it.

I cannot stress this enough. I am not a 100% accurate source on these holidays. I think the information I have above is true, but I could be wrong. I’m very new to this.

If anyone wants to correct or add on to this that knows more, feel free to.

And to the once and future fandom, have fun researching and thinking up fun plots🫡

Ps. All the holidays are opposite in the northern and southern hemispheres because the wheel of the year follows the cycle of the seasons, so when it’s the summer solstice in the northern hemisphere, it’s the winter solstice in the southern hemisphere. When it’s Beltane in the northern hemisphere it’s Samhain in the southern hemisphere. Etc.

P.p.s. The pronunciation… 😵‍💫😖 it’s…it’s…it’s not what you think for like half of them. 😵‍💫

[fromthecrypt]

reject coffee shop au embrace medieval au

[kitchenlittle]

Okay so I've noticed people critiquing the Spanish in Miguel O'hara fanfics and the British Black sling for Hobie. I'm not sure what to do for the British sling for the fanfic I want to post about because I'm black/native and live in the South and have only met 2 British people in my life and they are both white. I've tried to find British sling generators and they suck so I what imma do is just study some black British. YouTubers and see if I can get get down the lingo enough to make it sound natural.

Now for Miguel I actually might have an ace in the hole since my familie's business recently got large Spanish speaking clientele due to me changing our menu to Spanish. And I have spanish speaking friends and family. Irish on the other hand I have an abundance of friends and teachers of Irish descent to can get info from since oddly most of my white friends are of Irish descent.

For the record: I know very little Spanish and can understand and read it way more than I can speak it....But I've learned some things and I want to see if I'm right.

1. Every country has a different dialect. For example Venezuelan and Spain Spanish sounds different from for example Domincan and Mexican Spanish.

2. Spain Spanish is considered 'proper' Spanish and if not favored amongst other Spanish speaking communities. Spaniards are like the British of Spanish essentially. (My black people out there already know since it's like Proper or British English vs the different varieties of Aave)

3. If you have to use a translator DO NOT USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE. Google translate is apparently painfully proper and sometimes does not make since when translated from proper/aave English. Find a different translator as Spanish speaking readers can tell immediately.

4. Miguel is Irish/ Mexican. Irish people actually have their own different dialects that differs in every region. They have different languages spoken in Ireland as well.

5. I'm assuming mixed people of Irish/Mexican descent would appreciate them both featured in fanfics. Maybe?

6. I think for my black people out there that live in America at least if we struggle with black British sling we could lean on black aave in different states that sound similar to it. I feel like Baltimore aave might work. I grew up in Detriot and in the current southern state I'm in and it sounds similar depending on the pronunciation of words. (Btw white people out there who don't have many black friends or people that's live around you, aave or african amercan vernacular English sounds different in every state. For example look up Louisiana aave and New York aave and you will understand) I feel like for black writers our normal aave but just stronger could work as well for Hobie.

So as a takeaway, if you want your fics to read a bit easier for your black, British, and Spanish speaking readers, ya might want to do a bit of research. Or maybe make your own universe version of that charecter. I thought about making a Southern Hobie Brown since I have a friend I want to base him off as he reminds me of Hobie so freaking much. From the dark liner and choker to the constantly critiquing the government and authoritarian figures and not like consistency in certain areas on his life. So yeah that's what I got.

If anyone wants to add on and give some more tips to make my fics better, let me know. I'll be posting soon. Also tell me if I'm wrong.

[bibiddibobiddi-boo]

Hello!! I have a song fic request to the song Look At Me by Celtic Thunder for Vil and Epel! I honestly think that song would fit the two hilariously well 🤣

Well hello Anon! Thank you for the request, the song is absolutely delightful!

Look at me!

Summary: Epel comes back from Spelldrive practice thinking he could manage the ladies' attention now. Vil brings him back to reality.

Pairing: None

Cw: Just a mother-son argument

for those who want to listen to the song at the same time

Vil sighed as Epel came back from Spelldrive practice. His clothes were dirtier than the garden, his face full of dust, and he seemed to be bleeding from his nose. Must have been another broom crash.

Epel only admired his physique in the mirror and smirked.

"Hell yeah, this will get the ladies!"

Vil raised an eyebrow then cackled at the pretentious affirmation. This was also his cue to a lecture. But Epel wouldn't have it this time.

He turned to Vil and opened his arms.

"Look at me!" He started. "I'm cool and I'm charming!" Turning back to the mirror, he took his goggles off from his head and held it in his hand. "Debonair and disarming. That's me to a T!" He continued as he passed his hand in his hair.

Vil scoffed and his eyes widened. 'Debonair'!? Where had Epel learnt that!? But said boy was back to the mirror.

"Take a look at me!" He groaned upon seeing Vil's face through the glass. "Don't need no fandangos, I got all of the angles." Epel frowned, turning back once more to Vil, "Just look at me!"

Vil shook his head. Pretentious potato. Epel had qualities, certainly, but with that attitude and that physique? He wasn't sure if ladies would really come.

With another sigh, Vil left the common room to go to his bedroom. But of course, Epel wasn't done. And Vil knew it.

"Look at me!" Epel demand.

"Look at you." Vil opened the door to his room, to which Epel followed.

"I ain't no beginner," The arguments kept coming, "I'm a natural winner, that's me to a T!"

"Take a look at me!"

"Take a look at you."

Vil sat by his dresser and crossed his arms as Epel kept talking.

"I can sing acapella, I'm a hell of a fella!" Came with a smirk followed by an annoyed frown. "Just look at me!"

Vil laughed and stood up then leaned down, easily towering his freshman.

"You know nothin' at all about ladies," The dormleader stated, "Let me give you a piece of advice. You're headin' for nothin' but trouble, you'll be paying a hell of a price."

The fairest queen pulled his poisoned apple to his mirror. In front of the glass again, Vil placed himself behind Epel and held his chin, moving the younger's head to show him better his sullied face.

" 'Cos you think you're a bit of a killer, that the ladies will fall at your feet?" Vil cackled. "Hah!" Then his face morphed back to a scowl. "They could eat you for supper, and spit you right out on the street!"

"Look at me!"

"Look at you."

Epel shouldered Vil off then opened another victorious smirk.

"Your resistance will crumble, get ready to rumble!" He balled his fist and punched the air. "1, 2, 3!"

Vil caught the third punch and yanked Epel close again.

"Take a look at you!"

"Look at me!"

Epel wasn't done. Oh no, he was far from done.

"I'm as fit as a fiddle, so let's hide it a little. Just you and me."

But Vil wasn't done too.

"It's a very bad time to be cocky, when you're out there on the pull." He waved his hand to the window then pointed a finger to Epel. "Hold your horse like a jockey. And don't rush in like a bull."

The poisoned apple crossed his arms and almost sat on the bed. Vil let out a scream before Epel could even attempt putting his butt down on the pristine bed.

"You have to be patient with ladies, and tell them what they want to hear." Vil listed as he raised his fingers. Yes, maybe Epel could reeeally use some advice. "Keep a steady aim on your target. Don't shoot like a young pistoleer!" Followed by a sigh, Vil sat Epel on his chair by the dresser and started brushing his hair.

“Take a good look at yourself, for goodness’ sake! All the ladies are laughin'! Ask yourself why.” He chastised and kept the steady brushing. “Take a good look at yourself, and you will see-” The fairest queen paused to find his words. “-a natural loser, take it from me.” He nodded as Epel gasped and fully turned his head to face Vil, but the queen only made him turn his head back to face the mirror.

“Look at me! I ain't no beginner, a natural winner! That's me to a T!” Epel was back on his first arguments. “Take a look at me! I can sing acappella, I'm a hell of a fella! Just look at me!”

Well, Vil could repeat himself to this potato.

“Take a good look at yourself, for goodness’ sake! All the ladies are laughin'! Ask yourself why.”

“Look at me! I ain't no beginner, a natural winner! That's me to a T!”

“Take a good look at yourself, and you will see! A natural loser, take it from me.”

“Take a look at me! I can sing acappella, I'm a hell of a fella! Just look at me!”

Epel glared at Vil through the glass. Vil would have to repeat himself. Again.

“You’re a natural loser-“

“I’m a natural winner-“

……..

“Take it from me!” Vil finished with one last brush in Epel’s hair.

“Look at me!” Epel banged his hand on the dresser and yelped at the pull he felt in his hair.

“Shower now potato, no ifs, buts or ands.” Vil said with this motherly vibe he transmitted. There was no way to refuse him this time.

Here you go, dear anon. Hope you like it~

[justaz]

i desperately crave full power merlin. he was messing with time when he didn't even know one (1) spell, imagine what he could do at his peak bc i genuinely believe we never saw that. a man said to be the embodiment of magic?? said not to have magic but to be magic?? god just imagine it, wielding power like an extension of himself, taking down armies with a wave of his hand, not uttering a single word, traveling through the wind, carried by the elemental magic and reappearing halfway around the world in a single moment, traveling the same through time, reappearing in greece centuries before the romans invade, reappearing in the aztec empire before colonizers landed on their shores, reappearing in new york as cars fly past him and buildings reach up to the heavens.

[swiftsmlb]

dating jaylen brown includes!

warnings: jealousy! smut!

the two of you met when you got hired to be the celtics reporter

it started off as best friends. but one night, when the celtics were out celebrating. jaylen kissed you, and confessed how much he liked you.

and of course you liked him back.

the two of you are the cutest couple.

jaylen LOVES to show you off. but you also try and keep your relationship private.

always calls you princess.

now he gets jealous so easily.

like…. you don’t wanna make him jealous.

it’s not in a toxic way, no! never.

you’re just so beautiful. jaylen knows when lingering eyes are on you. or flirty comments.

strong arms would wrap around your shorter frame. if he feels like someone else is flirting with you.

jealousy sex!!!

that man just loves you so fuckin much

your the most important person in his life.

the height difference is adorable.

cheek kisses from you.

getting on your tippy toes to kiss him!

matching shirts.

and matching jordans!!!

sex with him is the best….

he treats you so good!

after game sex. pre game sex.

make up sex.

he doesn’t really like hickies. but….. he loves giving you them.

spoils you.

“i’ll buy that for your princess.”

the both of you cook together.

being with one another almost 24/7.

trust >>

loves when you dress up. but also loves it when you dress down.

finds it hot when you wear his clothes.

you both love one another so much!!

[writerrose1998]

Title: The Morrigan

Rating: T

Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin

Summary: She had been Named Scáthach, Bast, Anann, Sandraudiga, Deimos, Bellona and Hel though she preferred to go by a different Name. She was the Triple Goddess, the Phantom Queen. Ravens were her companions, Death her closest friend. 

Enemies feared her, warriors worshipped her. 

Wednesday was the Morrigan. She was the Goddess of War, Fate and Death. Hydes were creatures she created and now this one, the boy she'd dreamed of for so long, was being forcefully made to heel. 

It could not be borne.

[auphaniim]

figured out you can print book cloth with an inkjet printer. now i’m unstoppable

this is Evitative by @k-vichan (but split into two bcs i overestimated how thick it would be…