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36 and Llewyn?

Sundays

A/N: Hi anon, thank you so much for your request! I really hope you like it! This is very soft because Llewyn Davis needs like 100 hours of sleep and I'm giving them to him.

#36. Letting them lay across your lap to read

Oscar Isaac character week ✨

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x reader (gn)

Word count: 564

Sundays were made for doing nothing, at least that’s how it went in your household; legs sprawled on the couch crossing over to Llewyn’s lap, peeking under his sweatshirt as his trained fingers played your skin like they play the guitar: up and down, rhythmically, with a soothing melody only made for you to understand.

He would glance at you as often as you glanced at him, a quick check in with the other in between turning pages of each of your books. That’s how you saw he was yawning, a hand going through his curls and face to rub the tiredness away.

“You alright there?” Your question came with a smile, eyes peeking from behind the book to look at him.

“I‘m tired, that’s all.” He sighed, his eyes turning to you to find them back at their reading. It was still new to him, the concept of home, and now he even had home with you. It all was just a few months old, even though it felt like you knew each other for a lifetime. Llewyn would often find himself looking at you in these moments, getting lost in thought and writing a thousand sappy ballads all at the same time. “What’s your book about?” He settles to ask.

“About these sisters who lived in their family mansion after everyone died there. Kind of creepy, but it is good.” You looked at him again and saw his book completely disregarded on the floor. “What’s yours about?”

“Race… and… these kids in the South... “ Llewyn sighed “I’m not so sure if I’m liking it.” A small laugh escaped his lips. “Someone told me about it at the Gaslight and I thought I would give it a try.”

“I thought it would be about birds.” You joked. “Everyone’s talking about it.”

“About this book? Why?”

“They say it’s good, with the segregation thing and all that.”

“Hmm, well, I don’t see the appeal.” He yawned again, stretching his arms and letting the small trail of hair from his stomach peek out from under his shirt. Late nights were weighing him down, and you longed for the days in which you could have him all for yourself on a Saturday night, but for now you would have to share him with the crowd of drunks at the Village. That didn’t mean you were used to missing his touch at night, or his soft humming as he got ready for bed. You missed Llewyn, and it was ridiculous to admit since you had him right there, right next to you with his hands going up and down your legs, but you did anyway.

"You are just tired, Llew. Come on," Your legs fell from his lap, feet falling back to the floor as your hand tapped on your thighs, inviting him to rest his head in them. "I'll read it to you."

The softness of your smile made him scoot closer to you, leaving a soft kiss on your lips before lying down across your lap. Your fingers reached his messy curls like a magnet, pushing his hair backwards, the calming movement making Llewyn's eyes close in a state of pure relaxation.

Words began flowing from your lips, but no more than 5 minutes went by and his breath was already evening out, with his arm hooked around your waist letting sleep take over him.

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[sitp-recs]

There’s no smutty week without our favorite Weasleys, especially my beloved Won-Won, owner of my heart and Draco’s perfect other half whenever Harry’s not in the picture. I love Ron something fierce and have been quite obsessed with Dron these past few months - I like to see all the ways in which their dynamics are similar to Drarry and yet so very different, because Ron is his own person and Draco acts a certain way around him, and I find it all very charming. I’ve also been lowkey exploring Rarry on smaller doses, and let’s not forget our sexy dragon tamer and every bi disaster’s wet dream; I love how the fandom has collectively agreed on Charlie’s rugged charm, big cock and sexual prowess so ofc I had to include him as well. Suddenly this became quite a monster list that I dedicate to my lovely friends @laurisophi and @tackytigerfic​, who are just as passionate about the ginger family as I am! Oh and in case it wasn’t clear before yes, I worship the ground Lokifan and @lqtraintracks walk on 😌👌🏼

HARRY:

After Midnight (We're Gonna Let It All Hang Out) by xylodemon

Harry/Ron (2005, 1.1k)

In which Harry and Ron spend some quality time after hours.

Bent, Not Broken by IamShadow21

Harry/Ron (2008, 1.6k)

Harry knows what he needs.

Tonight Let's Get Some by @writcraft

Harry/Charlie (2019, 4.6k)

Harry discovers private karaoke rooms are great for blow jobs, gets a crash course in Muggle music and hopes that One Direction songs are the way to Charlie Weasley’s cock heart.

Porn Night by who_la_hoop

Harry/Ron (2008, 5k)

There was an invisible line they didn't cross – they didn't touch each other while they did it, and they never – ever – treated it as anything more than a light-hearted competition. Hence the rulers and the Penis Games, and the fact that Seamus had constructed a Winner's Cup out of wadded (but clean) tissues and rubber bands. Read my rec here.

The Birthday Promise by marysiak

Harry/Charlie (2016, 5k)

The Weasleys take Harry out drinking for his 18th birthday and promise he'll finally lose his virginity.

Use My Last Breath (to say I love you) by Cassiara

Harry/Charlie (2020, 6.3k)

Harry loves the way Charlie's hands feel around his neck. He's not sure how to feel about the tiny dragon or the long-distance relationship. Read my rec here.

Hopelessly Devoted To You by @writcraft

Harry/George (2020, 10k)

Harry and George watch a lot of musicals and accidentally fall in love.

DRACO:

love on high by tryslora

Draco/Charlie (2015, 1.3k)

Charlie loves to take Draco up on dragon back and fuck him high above the ground. Read my rec here.

He Came To Me In The Night by @ohlookagaydraco

Draco/Ron (2016, 1.3k)

Attempting to regain his sense, Draco shifted, wishing to push himself to his hands and knees, but he was held firmly in place by the person behind him, and thus he was instead left simply clawing at the sheets and twisting his neck at an odd angle. Once he did, however, he stilled completely, eyes widening at the sight of what appeared to be large, leathery wings in his peripheral.

He Wants Him by Leela

Draco/Charlie, Draco/Bill (2011, 1.5k)

Bill wants Draco. Charlie wants him, too, especially after Bill's had him.

Skanc Alley by Lokifan

Draco/Ron (2016, 2.6k)

Ron wants to roleplay him having rentboy!Draco. Draco doesn’t get it. Read my rec here.

Danger in Frustration by @gracerene09

Draco/Charlie (2015, 3.5k)

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Sarff A Llew by Camaendir

Draco/Ron (2017, 3.8k)

Ron and Draco are stuck in Wales hunting down a distributor of cursed artifacts. Do of course the two are at each other throats for the trip, which only gets worse as Ron starts flirting with one of the lobby boys. Hopefully a tip will be able to end this excurtion quickly. Read my rec here.

A Rush of Blood to the Head by Lokifan

Draco/Ron (2013, 4.2k)

They’re grown-ups now with responsible Ministry jobs; but playing Quidditch against each other, Ron and Draco revert to hormonal teenage rage.

A Soft Spot for Lost Causes by Helenish - rape/non-con (not between D/R)

Draco/Ron (2004, 13k)

“Remember at school? Weasel? You’re so poor and dirty?" Ron said encouragingly “You hated me.”

“I did,” Draco said.

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Draco/Ron (2020, 31k)

First comes tolerating, then comes shagging, then comes unintended consequences. Read my rec here.

BONUS (Drarry):

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Draco/Charlie, Draco/Harry (2019, 12k)

The one where Draco used to be a prostitute, Charlie is an insatiable matchmaker, Harry is in love, and everyone is oblivious.

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Harry/Draco, Charlie/Teddy, Harry/Draco/Charlie/Teddy (2014, 14k)

Charlie doesn't think that this is his Fuck Autobiography. But it so is.

WEASLEYCEST 😈 (Skip if you’re not into het ships):

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Ron/Lily Luna (2020, 1.3k)

Ron seems hesitant to make a move, so Lily decides to help him along.

Gift of a Quickie by tryslora

Ron/Lily Luna (2016, 1.6k)

It isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

Afterimage by @lqtraintracks

Ginny/Ron (2019, 1.7k)

Ron comes home drunk (again); Ginny takes care of him. Again.

Settling It the Grown-Up Way by tamlane

Ginny/Ron/Charlie (2014, 3.5k)

Ron and Ginny have a fight. Charlie intervenes. Kinky stuff happens.

Where Does It Hurt? by @lqtraintracks

Ginny/Ron (2015, 4.2k)

Ginny is hurt playing Quidditch in the family garden. Ron helps her out. And then helps a little more. And a little more.

Sweet and Crafty, Soft and Sly by tamlane

Charlie/Roxanne/Lucy/Rose/Lily Luna(2013, 11k)

When Charlie's nieces decide to make him the guest of honor at their slumber party, he finds he's in no position to argue.

[internutter]

What does Lup get from keeping Taako around? It seems like she's always rescuing him or cleaning up after his mistakes. Have they argued about that?

“I mean... yeah. Sure. We always argue about stupid stuff. It’s a thing.” Lup shrugged. Trying to act casual about just... not having her brother there. These interviews had to be conducted one on one. Captain evaluating potential crew. She hadn’t thought talking to a rather young Gnome would be intimidating, but there she was. Nervous about talking to a man who needed a booster seat to see over his desk.

“So. Why do you need Taako to be part of this crew? What does he bring that can’t be supplied by any other crewmember?”

His right hand in my left, she thought, but couldn’t say out loud. That was too brief. Too glib. Too easily missed by such a stern and dour man who looked like he’d never had a friend nor a happy thought in his life. He hadn’t had anyone like Taako, that was for sure.

He’d never had...

The someone who was always there. The rock of reliability in seas of uncertainty. The one person she could always turn to. Even in the living hell of Saint Vingo’s, he had been there for her. Always.

He’d never had...

A brother at age five, usually timid of anyone else, shielding her from Mr Bingbong as he drunkenly capered about in the Tre Llew-Ddion streets. Picking up a chunk of hard, mouldy cheese that had been thrown at them mere moments before, and flung it towards the drunk clown with the sad umbrella. She'd followed suit after three such throws, laughing as Mr Bingbong turned and squeaked miserably away.

He’d never had...

Instant acceptance at age ten, when she told him in secret, and then told the world when she defended her identity against some bigger, older kids. When the news had reached their mother, he was an eager font of ideas on how to scratch together one thousand gold pieces worth of gemstones when they could barely keep a copper piece between them. He’d never had someone who worked so hard for so long to help when there was pain like that for every day of existence.

He’d never had...

Someone else purring in her ear to ground her when the nightmares came. Someone to gather herbs and medicines when it was just them on the road. Someone’s shoulder to cry on. Someone’s warmth to share. Someone to warn her of a bad idea. Someone who could sell pig dung to farmers like it was precious gems...

Lup thought long and hard about everything she loved about her brother. How he could sell ice to frost giants. Thought hard about what he’d say to sell her to this stern and stoic man. Then she thought about what he’d want her to say about him.

She took a deep breath. Began with his favourite word. “Listen...” she said. “I may say the words ‘dumb baby brother’ about Taako, but that’s like, a joke on the universe. You’ve seen our test scores, you know he’s not an idiot. Hell, I’m not even sure if he made mistakes on purpose ‘cause he knew I wanted to get in. He’s--” my entire heart. If you take him away from me, I will be a soulless shell. No. Don’t say that. “There’s been entire decades when Taako’s the only reason I got up in the morning, you know? He-- We’re twins. You know what that means for Elves?”

“I’m familiar with the superstitions. It’s bad luck to separate twins. They’re two bodies with one soul... all that nonsense.”

Gods it was a fight not to get angry. “For us... it’s almost true. We’re...” Deep breaths, and don’t incinerate the nice man with his finger on the button of your future, Lulu... “You’ve got all our records. You know we didn’t always wash up in nice places.”

“Saint Vingo’s stands out,” he said. “It always does.”

He knew. He’d read all about it. Yet here he was, giving them a chance. “Places like that... have a lasting effect. Without Taako by my side, I’d...” wither away to nothing... “He’s like... all of my impulse control, now. Saint Vingo’s is where I lost the last of my patience for anything. I’m... I’m his sense of restraint. Like, sometimes, he’ll go off on a really terrible idea, and I have to stop him because - he won’t. He stops me. We’re each other’s brakes.” Well. That was this job down the tubes. “He’s my up when I’m down. I’m his warmth when he’s cold. We have a joke, together. As a pair? We make one functional Elf. We’re a team. We’ve been a team since forever.”

He was taking notes. “Mm-hm...”

“We were born holding hands. We’re a team. We’re unit. We’re a package deal. Double or nothing, Captain. And if you need me to tell you how good he is or why you need him and me?” All or nothing. Do or die. There were no grey areas any more. She’d had enough of grey in Saint Vingo’s. “You can just fuck right off to hell.”

She marched right out of there without giving him any form of comeback opportunity. Only imagining her entire future burning to ashes. All the way back to the little place she shared with her brother. Head high, as if she hadn’t just destroyed every single hope she’d had of every having her best dream come true.

She kept her appearances up all the way in to their pokey little living room, where Taako had baked a cake. It was shaped like the ship still under construction, sailing off towards the sky. A tiny fondant likeness stood on the prow, one arm raised and pointing the way. There was a banner across the wall that red, Congrats Captain Lup!

That was when she broke. He hadn’t even put a fondant Taako on that ship. He knew. He fucking knew... He knew they were angling to leave him out of the expedition. Already. That was when she broke.

Taako was wrapped around her in instants. Listening to her incoherent howling about how she’d fucked it up for both of them. “Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed, “I’m the debbie downer in this duo. Stop stealin’ my act. We always knew you were goin’ and -hey- it’s just two months. I’m sure I can survive that long. Taako’s good out here.”

She sighed. “Nah. I fucked it for both of us.”

Taako leaned over the cake, turning the fondant figure around and then changing her hand to giving the entire ship the finger. “Eh, so you get to be captain of the next one. I get to be two eye see. Who needs those losers, right? Remember whats-her-face? Didn’t know we were twins for like two months?”

Lup snorted, pushing him away. “You butt-waffle.”

“If I’m a butt-waffle, you’re an ass-erole.”

He was her ability to laugh when she was feeling her worst. They had cake anyway. And the biggest surprise of their lives when the captain put the both of them on his short list the next morning.

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Entry #16: Love and Eternal Bonding

FFxiv 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 16: Bond

Do you ever think of Bonding?

Arthur looked over at Matsu, shrugging. “Not overmuch, no. Never saw much point in it, since I don’t anticipate siring children.” He thought for a moment. “Nor adopting. None of us are especially suited to raising children, especially Araki.”

“I would be the best damn father and you know it!” Araki spat, crossing his arms. “You just don’t want to lose at it.”

“You just proved my point, Aki,” Arthur replied coolly, sipping his tea.

Matsu reached out to scratch behind Blodwen’s ears, the ruby carbuncle quickly thumping a hind foot on the floor. “We have the carbuncles as well, they might as well be our children.”

“About as much trouble as children would be,” Arthur said fondly, lightly stroking Lile’s back, smiling as she lifted a tail to keep his hand in place, purring softly.

“Besides,” Araki draped himself over the arm of the chair he was sitting in, orienting himself upside down, hair brushing the floor. “I don’t think they’d marry the two of us to Artie or him to the two of us. Something about ‘two souls’ and not three.” He paused. “Probably gets awkward with a set of brothers too.”

Arthur and Matsu sighed, nodding and ignoring the crash in the other room, as well as a topaz carbuncle coming in and shredding a thankfully long outdated codex between her teeth.

Llewellyn laughed softly as he rubbed Sammy’s shoulder with two fingers as the Lalafell cooked dinner. “Do we need to?” he asked quietly, a crooked smile on his face.

“Most people think we are already,” Sammy said on a laugh, adding a pinch of salt to the soup. “So many innkeepers write our names as ‘Llewellyn and Sammy O’Donnell’ as it is.” He stood on his toes to kiss Llewellyn’s cheek even as Llewellyn bent a little to give Sammy a better reach. “I’m not sure I remember my original surname.”

“It suits you,” Llewellyn murmured warmly. “My ram-hearted lamb.”

Sammy’s cheeks went pink and he laughed softly. “After all these years and you still make me blush,” he said softly. “I might as well simply introduce myself as Sammy O’Donnell, it isn’t as though people will check the registry to see if two of the Warriors of Light are truly, legally bonded.”

Llewellyn kissed his forehead, smiling brightly. “We are in our hearts, and that is what matters to the Twelve.”

“Why?” Connor threw a dart at the dartboard before reaching over for his drink. “What’s the point? It’s not like Llew and Sammy are ever going to, and kids are a shitty reason to get bonded. Bri didn’t, you know. Even when those Ishgardian high house assholes tried to act like it was some affront to the Fury.”

He walked over to a chair and sat down, propping his legs up on the table. “You know the Miqo’te don’t usually either, and they seem to be doing pretty good.” A waiter walked by and Connor winked at him before taking another drink of his beer. “Besides, I know how being Bonded works. You’re happy, if you’re a woman you squeeze out a few kids, and then you take sick and die, and your husband gets drunk off his ass and slowly abandons those kids.” He hefted his tankard in a mocking toast with a tight smile on his lips. “With that as my example, why would I ever want to do that? No, I’ll leave that to everyone else to suffer.”

He paused, rubbing his thumb over his tankard in thought. “I don’t know how people are happy like that anyway.”

Feli lit a candle in front of his portrait of Haurchefant. “I did once,” he murmured, ears lowered in sorrow. “We would have been happy.”

William lowered his sister’s pack, sighing softly at the mess of crafting materials and random items, as well as a nearly-due Wonderous Tails journal. “Sometimes,” he said, as though it was a hard-won confession. “Mum an’ Da were bein’ happy fer a few years, ‘least. Ah loched tha’ part.” He huffed, looking down into the bag. He really really hoped he wouldn’t stick his hand in a lump of lanolin again, that had not been a pleasant experience. “Dinnae hate th’ whole idea loch Connor daes, since Ah was seein’ more ay th’ happy parts ay bein’ Bonded than he was seein’.”

He started to pull bits of fleece and broken ore out of the bag. “But gettin’ Bonded ‘tis needin’ a lad or lass tae be lovin’, aye? Ah’m rather missin’ tha’ part, ye see.” He paused, going a bit pink. “Yugiri’s bein’ right bonny. Dae ye think she’d be lookin’ me way?” He sighed and shook his head, returning to his work. “Shuldnae be thinkin’ ‘bout tha’, when she’s nay realizin’ Ah’m lookin’ in hers. ‘Sides, Bri’s still needin’ me. Cannae be leavin’ her jes’ for a lad or lass.”

Brigid laughed softly, hefting the bundled form of her babe into a more comfortable position against her chest in the sling she had fashioned. “Why? Are you one of the folks thinkin’ I should have been findin’ any single lad or lass willin’ to be takin’ me and me wee one here on?” She sighed, leaning back in her seat and the fingers of her free hand drumming softly on the table. “We’re doin’ alright, havin’ me family supportin’ me, me friends. And most folk give up on askin’ such things of one of the Warriors of Light ‘ventually.”

The babe gurgled and Brigid laughed, nodding. “Aye, they were! Nay anyone questionin’ your mum once she’s pullin’ the knives!” she said brightly, brushing her child’s face, hidden behind the blanket, with a finger. “‘Sides, the O’Donnell name’s bein’ too well known now, ‘tis the better name for us to be usin’ still. Even if I was gettin’ Bonded I’d be keepin’ me name.” She laughed again. “Oh the scandal ‘twould be bringin’, a lass keepin’ her name! Bein’ near a shame I willnae be doin’ that!”

Then she sighed, looking up at the ceiling a moment. “I was hopin’ to, as most young lasses are hopin’,” she said softly. “Havin’ a pretty dress, a lad or lass to be spendin’ me life with, the room bein’ filled with flowers and me family and friends. But young lasses are growin’ up, and some of us are realizin’ ‘tisnae bein’ for us, as much as we’re hopin’. And some are seein’ the darker side of bondin’… and ‘tis puttin’ a few of us off.” She shrugged. “‘Sides, I dinnae think Thancred would be wantin’ to anyway.”

She reached out for a cup of tea only for her hand to be caught gently by another, and simply by the calluses she knew exactly who it was. “Thancred darlin’!” she said brightly, happily leaning into a kiss.

“Beloved Spitfire,” he murmured into her mouth, both of them smiling softly at the endearment. He dropped her hand and ran his finger over the baby’s nose with a grin. “Forgive me for taking your mother’s attention for the moment,” he said softly to the sleeping child, then kissed Brigid’s cheek before walking away.

Brigid blinked, quite confused at his suddenly appearing and disappearing, before she felt something on her hand. She glanced down, and her eyes widened as she took in a rose gold band with a garnet set in the center, gleaming like a fresh drop of blood. Suddenly it clicked in her mind and she inhaled sharply, head shooting up to watch him walk away, a hand on his hip like a popinjay. “Thancred!” she called as she scrambled up, making certain that the babe was secured before running off after him.

“Thancred Waters you’ll be explainin’ this proposal when I’m catchin’ up with you!”

[keeper-of-the-lilacs]

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye (For Helios from Llew.)

Fingernails dug into the skin beneath Helios’ chin, as the Elezen’s eyes widened. Helios grinned in satisfaction, holding the blade he had fluidly brought to the other man’s neck hard enough to have a bite. He didn’t need to see the thin trail of blood weeping from the blade to collect in the other man’s collar, he could feel it.

Things had gotten out of hand. One or both of them were probably drunk. Still, still…“What were you hoping to see, dear friend.” The hyur hissed this with a too-wide grin, face uncovered. In the other man’s hand was his mask. 

The worst offense. Did it deserve a punishment such as this? Oh it did, most assuredly. Do not fret, little voice–go to sleep, take a nap.

We’ve split in two, we’ve split in half. Now go to sleep. The world was too scary for meek little alchemists, and–

It’s my turn now.

“Satisfied your curiousity, hm?” The grin grew to a half-moon, eyes widening. Pupils dilating at the violence to come, the blood to be spilled. Irises turning a blinding silver, the moon eclipsing the sun. “Played a nasty trick, have you?”

“And here I thought we were getting along so well.”

[todaluk]

You know what time it is... One ✪ Llew and one ✪ for Chag

This is gonna be long, so saddle up after the cut! [Also, Llew is gonna be special cause there are things Toadie would do just for a rise and a good laugh.]

CHAGATAI:

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all.Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this!(Zero  ✦  = “Wat?!”)My muse would like too…✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  dance with your muse.✦ ✦✧ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  ask your muse out on a date.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  lean onto your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kiss your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse.✦  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  cuddle your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  go to a party with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch a movie with your muse✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  steal horses with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  cook together with your muse.✦✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  get drunk with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.

LLEW:

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all.Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this!(Zero  ✦  = “Wat?!”)My muse would like too…✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  dance with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦  ✦ ✧  sing for your muse.✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  ask your muse out on a date.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  lean onto your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  kiss your muse. [Do it for the vine!]✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  watch your muse sleep. [And annoy them the whole time.]✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  cuddle your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  go to a party with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch a movie with your muse✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  steal horses with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  cook together with your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  get drunk with your muse. [And win that bet!]✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away.✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  make your muse trip.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence. [For the con!]✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  slap your muse. [Fite me, bro! Also for the con.]✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.

Honestly, the last set is just another case of ‘Get help!’ Llew and Toadie style!

[thegildedgun]

✪ (Raven and Llew)

((Oh man. Alright, here we go. For the spook!))

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all.Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this!(Zero  ✦  = “Wat?!”)

My muse would like too…

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  dance with your muse.✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  ask your muse out on a date. [Does a hunt count as a date?]✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  lean onto your muse. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  kiss your muse. [Spook’s a looker. He digs it.]✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  cuddle your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  go to a party with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch a movie with your muse✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  steal horses with your muse.✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  cook together with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence.✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse. [Afraid of retribution.]✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.

((Llew doesn’t know much of Raven yet, but he already knows he likes the look of him. ))

[kingsmanne]

"@ æ ( =①ω①=) ="

@ = How the character appears online

Anne doesn’t have any official social media profiles, at least not in her name. Doesn’t work for her line of work, but she’s the queen of shitposting on twitter. Think dril or pakalu papito. Not as many followers of course, but the same amount of shit content, and she loves to troll idiots there. Some Kingsman agents might know about it, Merlin for certain, but nobody mentions it, because it’s far too entertaining.

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

Welsh and English are her mother tongues, she speaks them both fluently, and almost always spoke Welsh with her family. She still has a soft, Northern Welsh accent, slightly rolling r’s, even when she trained herself to speak with an RP accent. She falls back into her original accent when she’s very emotional, angry or drunk.

Her mother was a huge fan of the classics and Greek mythology (hence her and her brother’s name), so she learned Ancient Greek and Latin fairly early. She wouldn’t be able to speak it, especially with the correct pronounciation, but she can read and probably also translate it.

Since she lived on military bases throughout Europe, she picked up French, Spanish and German. Being quite young, she learned those languages quite easily. She probably couldn’t hold a literary discussion in it, but conversation goes quite easily, and she polished those skills as an agent.

Lastly with Kingsman training, she took up Russian and Arabic. Learning those languages was quite hard for her, since the were quite different from what she already knew (Russian a bit easier), and she also learned them quite late. She’s constantly trying to get better, understands them better than she can speak them and makes mistakes, so the sentence construction is quite simple. She’d like to learn Mandarin in the future.

So, generally speaking, she understands far more, and she also has discovered that people are far more open to be honest if they think one doesn’t speak a language.

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

Dogs. Every Kingsman trainee gets a puppy which they should train as a companion and partner ( and then shoot as a final part of the test - but they’re blanks, so it’s fine! ). Anne had chosen a Newfoundland puppy which she gave the name Gelert. Not after Gellert Grindelwald, but after the mythological Welsh dog who was killed after his master thought that he had killed the baby, but in fact had protected it from wolves. The typical faithful hound, and also Anne didn’t wantto do the obvious and name him Argos.

Now, she was used to be alone all her live, not even in a tragic, angsty sense, the only person caring was her twin. During training, that person had also been taken away, so she stood there alone, and she loved Gelert more than anything, and he loved her back. She was constantly coddling him, carrying him (fully grown, he weighed 180lbs!) when he didn’t feel like walking and cuddled up to him. Also - Newfoundlands are water rescue dogs, and Anne is terrified of drowning.

When she was supposed KIA, friends (either Kingsman or personal friends, depending on the verse) looked after Gelert who didn’t understand why she wasn’t coming back, didn’t eat much and soon his health failed. He died in early 2014, several weeks before Anne returned to London.

In a sense, she almost resembles a dog, or a puppy. Loyal to a fault, excitable, always looking up to superiors and following them in everything they do.

Coming to animal she likes, she likes most animals and would always stop to pet animals when she sees them. But she likes animals with symbolism. She is Yvain, the Lion Knight, and has adapted the lion as her symbol, even calling her sniper rifle ‘Llew’ - Welsh for Lion. Other animals she would associate with herself would be wolves - especially the lone wolf - and crows, because they’re very intelligent and mischievous. She also likes dragons. She’s Welsh. Of course she’d call herself a Welsh dragon.

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Different names I’ve called my  best friend, llewyn, while drunk

Llewy

Lllewyn

Llew

The llew

The toilet

[captain-black-water]

Character Profile: I’chi Tia

full name: I’chi Tia  pronunciation: Ee-chee Tee-uh nicknames: Black Water (Eorzea), White Tiger of Kugane (Far East), Drunk (Universal), Itchy (Racist) height: 6′3″ age: 37 zodiac: Taurus languages: Common, Hingan, Braille, Thieves Cant, Far Eastern and Eorzean Sign Language

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color:  Black eye color: Yellow Topaz skin tone: Warm toned white body type:  Stocky muscle, function over aesthetics Accent: Raised as an Eorzean pirate, the accent is apparent but not as crude as it could be Dominant hand: Left Posture: Usually hunched over in some brooding fashion Scars: They litter his torso and limbs with a varying degree of severity, but none seem any more gnarly or noteworthy than the next tattoos: Black Eorzean ink, plain for all to see, decorates the Miqo’te’s face with a pattern similar to the most fearsome of tigers, dating back to his time as the acting Captain Black Water of the Blood Tides crew. Meanwhile, irezumi of a white Yanxia tiger, surrounded by chaotic black ocean waves with contrasting bright orange tiger lilies carried in their currents, decorate his entire back and arms. A keepsake of his time in Kugane. most noticeable features: Beyond his tattoos, I’chi is notable as being a rather foreboding figure for a Miqo’te. He is far taller and broader than the average Miqo’te, even those usually considered tall. To some, this is may be an indicator of mixed heritage. I’chi himself is, however, uncertain.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth: Unknown, though presumably where the “I” Miqo’te tribe makes their home. hometown: Unknown birth weight/height: Unknown manner of birth: Normal delivery first words: “Rum” siblings: Likely several, but all estranged. parents: Unknown parental involvement: Absent

ADULT LIFE

Occupation: Information Broker, Recon, Spymaster Current residence: Shirogane Close friends: Tol Qestir  relationship status: Single financial status: Wealthy, but living only within his means vices: Ale, sex, booze, cigars, rum, brooding, vodka

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation: Homosexual romantic orientation: Homoromantic   preferred sexual role:  submissive | dominant | switch |  sex repulsed libido: High turn on’s: Aggression, flirtatiousness, straightforwardness, someone that can keep up Turn off’s:  Opulence, puritans, lectures, violent crime, competition love language: Physical touch, words of affirmation, gift giving relationship tendencies:  Casual flings turned into brief love affairs that end as quickly as they begin

MISCELLANEOUS.

hobbies to pass the time: Drinking. People watching, usually with the intent to strike a conversation to keep his silver tongue polished. mental illnesses: Major Depressive Disorder, PTSD physical disabilities: Blind left or right brained: Balanced fears: Drowning, being alone, suffocation, putting trust into someone only to be betrayed or to discover it was misplaced, his past self-confidence level: I’chi doesn’t know what self-doubt is, he simply knows what is he and is not capable of and what he does and does not want to do. vulnerabilities: Has a tendency to only see the bad in people, unless they’re an attractive guy (he’s blind, but he knows). Will do absolutely anything and more for those he loves and cares for, a fact his enemies know all too well. Drunk about 90% of the time, and easily convinced to get in the sack while inebriated.

Tagged by: @thegildedgun THANK YOU FISHY YOU’RE NEAT AND I THINK LLEW AND I’CHI WOULD GET ALONG

[dailyreverie]

Can you do number 30 from your fall prompts with Llewyn? I feel like he'd be super pessimistic about a couples costume/Halloween party at first but would do it cause he loves you and then end up having a lot of fun 🥺💜🧡

Couples Costume

A/N: Happy belated Halloween 🎃 I looooved your request so much! I could perfectly picture grumpy Llewyn for this. Thank you so so much for requesting!

30. Costume/Halloween Party

🎃 REQUEST YOUR FALL PROMPT 🍂

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x reader

Word count: 772 words

"Absolutely not."

It took one single glance at the mirror for Llewyn to decide that it was too much. He doesn't mind a simple costume, but looking at both of you in the mirror, he could barely stand it.

"Oh, come on! We look amazing!" You exclaimed excitedly.

"You know I love you too much for me to deny anything to you, but sweetheart... I mean... you have to accept it is ridiculous." Llewyn turned away from the mirror, trying to reason with you, only to find your excited smile plastered on your face.

"It is Halloween, Llewyn, we are allowed to be ridiculous. Besides, everyone is going to love this."

Llewyn just stared at you blankly. "Peanut butter and jelly? That is what people love?" He asked, still not able to get past your costumes. It wasn't even that elaborate, with Llewyn wearing an all-light brown outfit and you with a bright purple dress, signs hanging from around your necks that read Skippy and Smuckers.

"They love couples costumes." Turning to look at Llewyn, he could see how excited you were about the party you were attending. You had thought about the costumes for months prior, and it was that same giddy face you had that made him accept it, so when your eyes dropped he immediately knew he had fucked up. "Well, I'm not going to force you to wear anything you don't want Llew if you want out I can-"

"Hey, no, c'mon..." Llewyn grabbed your shoulders, holding you in front of him as your eyes looked up at him. Right, you, that's why he was doing that. "...you look beautiful, and you are right, it is Halloween after all."

"I look beautiful?" Your cheeks immediately began to turn pink, making Llewyn smile bashfully at you. You pulled him closer by the lapels of his jacket, locking your lips for a quick kiss. "I was aiming for delicious."

"Don't try me." Llewyn snorted, pinching your butt playfully.

"We'll have fun, I promise. And we can take off the labels after a while, alright? I just want my friends to see us-" Llewyn cut your words with another quick kiss, still smiling against your lips.

-

The subway ride was hell for Llewyn but, turns out, the party was not as bad as he had predicted. Everyone was in costume, and yet yours was being the center of attention. You were loving it, squeezing his hand and sending him happy looks every time someone commented on your outfits, and he is a showman, after all, he is not one to deny the spotlight.

The frown he had ever since entering the crowded party was slowly leaving his features, turning even into a smile as he saw you happily talking to your friends with his hand proudly still holding yours.

"It is so clever." One of them said, eyeing you both up and down. "I couldn't even convince Mark to dress up, and you got Llewyn to dress up with you?"

"What's your secret?" Another one chipped in, making you all laugh.

Llewyn pulled you closer to him, kissing the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around his middle. "She was going to kick me out of her place if I didn't do it." He joked, earning a soft slap on his stomach from you.

-

"We can take this off already, I think people got it by now or are too drunk to even notice." You commented after a while, when his jacket had found its way around your shoulders. You reached over his head to remove the make-shift peanut butter label from him, but he stopped you, capturing your hands by his shoulders, taking you by surprise.

"No, leave it there, I like it."

"Llewyn Davis!" You gasped, hugging him by the neck. "Are you starting to embrace the spirit of Halloween?"

Llewyn laughed at your words. "I may be starting to see why you like it."

You smiled up at him, an adoring glare in your eyes that always reminds him why he fell for you.

"I promised you we would have fun." You reminded him with a smile, your fingers tangling with the curls on the base of his head.

"You did." He pulled you closer by the waist, kissing you deeply, tasting like the scotch that was making him forget you were surrounded by people as his lips hungrily tasted yours.

"You wanna head home?" You asked in between kisses. "Maybe make some sandwiches?"

Your wiggly eyebrows made him laugh before pulling you in for one last kiss. And that is why he loves you.

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I'd love to hear more about Taako and Lups parents and their failed romance, please!

Everyone knew that the Sellsnows were the luckiest farmers in the realm. At one time, entire families had lived in that gigantic, mountain Ygdrasi tree and the attached burrows in the side of the mountain. They were luckier than having that stronghold, though. The Sellsnows threw to twins. Generation upon generation. Identical more than fraternal. The family portraits were full of double images. Loaded with images of siblings born mere minutes apart.

Everyone knew that twinned Elves were good luck. Gubbroera had merely been hoping for some of that luck to rub off on him. If he worked as a live-in farmhand for the luckiest family that ever lived, perhaps he would stop having such bad luck. So many accidents that laid him up for so long because he was Saryn - one immune to magic and without any of his own.

They said that a deal gone foul with the fae had caused a maiden to choose between her infant and one crafted out of stone. She could not choose and took both home. That stone child may have looked like a child, but it had no magic, nor could magic change them. Thus it was a curse visited among a rare few to be born without any kind of Elven gift.

He hadn’t intended to fall in love with one of Tostaada Sellsnow’s daughters. But then came the accident that had rendered him almost immobile for most of autumn, through all of the winter, and well into the spring.

Memala had kept him company. Soft, gentle, trusting Memala. Who spoke no words of pity about his magic-resistant state. Who had learned medicine and alchemy just to help him recover.

They were young, barely past their hundredth year. Tostaada had forbade the union, telling Memala what a horrible life they would have because he was Saryn. Because he couldn’t be saved with magic from anything that might befall him. Because he could die early and leave any children he had without a father.

Of course, none of this stopped them. They met in secret. They talked big dreams. They stole kisses. They heard about a new, tiny colony town near the mountains, where the raids would never reach. Tre Llew-Ddion. Where there wasn’t nearly enough danger. Where they could have a small cottage just big enough for one family.

When Memala left Sellsnow Farm, her sister and her brothers followed. Each setting up a business and growing a house in that little village. For a while, everything was perfect. Gubbroera and Memala even managed to conceive without the intervention of luume’irma. Always a good sign. Always a good omen.

Gubbroera found work in a manufactory. Applying lacquer to furniture parts. A nice, safe job. Something that couldn’t cause an accident. Because of their impending family, he was paranoid about taking precautions. He even gave up strong liquor, so that he wouldn’t fall because he was stumbling drunk.

The twins were bald as eggs when they were born. Lulu, born at the trailing edge of midsummer, had screamed and screamed until their twin brother, Koko, was returned to Lulu’s tiny hand. Born holding hands. Now there was an omen of good fortune. Koko’s first dawn would be the same as his birthing day. Gubbroera took him out to see it, wrapping a small hand around his finger.

His infant-grey eyes had beheld that sight in the same way babies beheld anything, with grumpy confusion and minor complaining. He kissed his son’s brow and returned him to the infant’s cote with his older twin.

A perfect little family.

They were almost a year old when their hair betrayed something peculiar. He was dark of hair. Memala was dark of hair. By all rights, these twins should be dark of hair; but they weren’t. The fine downy fuzz on their baby heads was golden. Not yellow, not amber, not a pale brown, but the exact colour of spun gold. They gleamed in the sunlight like treasure.

They could not be his.

He went around Tre Llew-Ddion in a homicidal rage. Confronting every man in the village and even the rare traders who stopped by of sleeping with his wife and making these twin bastards on her. It had taken a Stone of Truth at the village court and Memala’s heartfelt testimony to convince him that she was loyal to him.

When they turned two, he had a different answer to why they were they way they were. The twins were witch-eyed. Lulu’s left eye was golden and the other green, while Koko’s were the other way around.

The worst of curses, wrapped inside a blessing. There was only one force that could cause that to happen.

“They’re demons, Memala,” he had whispered. “For the safety of us and everyone in this town, we have to smother them before they can bring curses on us all.”

Memala shrugged away from him, sitting up in their cote. Glaring at him with eyes that shone in the night. “First they’re bastards,” she whispered, “and now you think they’re demons? What do I have to do, Gub? They’re our babies. No curses can come to children who are raised in love.”

“They’re evil,” he whispered. “Evil will follow them.”

She said, “I’m guarding them tonight. I’m setting wards tomorrow. They’re going to grow up, Gub. They’re going to be wonderful little people. They’re going to be amazing.”

“They’re going to be the end of us,” he said.

“Only if you let it.”

Their relationship ended that night, but neither would admit it for two more painful years full of murmured arguments, his heavy drinking, and spiteful words spat at each other like poisoned darts. Memala had never threatened him with violence until they were four.

He walked away. He’d had enough.

He would never see his children again for the rest of his life.

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[thegildedgun]

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)

This place isn’t safe.

It was the first thought, or at least the first real one. Gods but he hurt, and that was next, should’ve been first. A lurch had freed him from some weightlessness, some pressure he couldn’t define. Stupid drunk? Maybe stupid drunk– he didn’t remember the night before. Blackouts were fairly uncommon, he had some self-control.Some, enough.Iron will, right?

The dark wasn’t terrifying, but nothing smelled right, and he could hear voices distantly. Light in a blurry line– a crack under the door. Slowly diffusing a fulm or two into the room. He shrugged off the weight. Blankets. Wool and cotton. Sheets of linen.He rasped out, throat feeling full of phlegm. “Feathers? Doctor Vanelle? Silvaire? Helios? Sthalkhan?”The light was abruptly blinding, and he flinched back, only to have hands on his shoulders, on his trunk. Nudging, insistent but gentle. Pain sparked through him again, breaking free from whatever heady shit was in his head.“Please, sir, you shouldn’t move.”But Llew’s lip was already curling, his skin already crawling.Not like this. Never like this. He thrashed, hissed and spat, demanding answers. Where was he? Let him go. Why–?

And once more, sudden with only the quietest hitch of breath and pull of aether, he was out once more.

[thegildedgun]

✪ - for either of your muses, you pick

(I have several characters! But because this is on Llew’s blog, I’ll do it for him.)

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all.Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this!(Zero  ✦  = “Wat?!”)My muse would like too…✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  dance with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  ask your muse out on a date.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  lean onto your muse.✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  kiss your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  cuddle your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  go to a party with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch a movie with your muse✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  steal horses with your muse.✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  cook together with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies.✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  make your muse trip.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire.✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.

((Llew doesn’t know E’chirr yet! So I’m going off what I’ve seen on the blog!))

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