#hunter dior

[your-worst-boy]

Hunter Schafer for the 2021 Met Gala

[skirt & top from 1999 Dior archive, white-gold brooch by Evangeline AdaLioryn]

[ghariban]

— what do they put in the UK water supply for the men to look this beautiful ???

[laurearte]

Deux zincs au gala de charité (Meruem s’ennuie à mourir et Koruto s’apprête à se soûler au champagne parce que les gens blindés guindés le mettent mal à l’aise)

[celestialmazer]

Vanity Fair Oscar's after-party 2024

Hunter Schafer Issa Rae

Anya Taylor-Joy Irina Shayk

Chloe Bailey Margot Robbie Precious Lee

Jeremy Pope Donald Glover Anderson Paak

Catherine Sydney Pamela

O'Hara Sweeney Anderson

Adut Akech Kylie Minogue Danai Gurira

Jennifer Michaela Jaé Alton

Lawrence Rodriguez Mason

Gabrielle Union Kylie Jenner Paris Hilton

Lily Rabe & Honor Titus & Emily Blunt &

Hamish Linklater Gia Coppola John Krasinski

Daphne Guinness Nikki Hilton Cynthia Erivo

Da'Vine Joy Charlize Theron Shonda Rhimes

Randolph

[thelasttime]

finally someone who doesn’t like the dior book totes either I used to be semi neutral about them but the more I see them the more I hate them

me and my sister dragging everyone with a dior book tote 😭

[armenelols]

I am not normal about Dior. My man grew up around someone who made Morgoth sleep and Mandos cry and around sassy shit Beren I-have-silmaril-in-my-hand *shows stump* Erchamion. He was 30 and went against idk how old but at least thousand-something Celegorm who trained under Oromë and was, like, the best hunter around? And WON. I mean, Dior himself dying notwithstanding, he actually killed Celegorm. He was 30? Give or take. My man was a BABY for a half-elf, this man had to be absolutely FERAL to achieve that. I bet he bites.

[leonastarry]

{ 2 } Fall in love at first sight. ✧. ┊    s.jinwoo x fem!baker!reader

☆ The wind blew gently like a joke, as Jinwoo waited with a slightly discouraged heart in front of the long line of people, waiting for the moss green door to open. It was a bit chilly. This kind of weather made people just want to stay home and lie under a warm blanket, not doing anything. But here he was, waiting for the minute hand of the clock to move to eight and then the owner would flip the CLOSED sign on the glass wall to OPEN, and then, the moss green door would open to let the scent of hot baked goods, even more alluring than the scent of Dior perfume, waft out, making the hungry stomachs under the Seoul sky growl in unison.

☆ He originally didn’t plan on going out today, even though he could withstand the cold thanks to his strong S-rank body, he still didn’t want to go out. But early this morning, his sister Jinah nagged and demanded that he go buy some pastries from a newly opened bakery called Dream. As the best brother in the world, he had no choice but to do as his beloved sister said.

☆ 'A chocolate cake with cream and blueberry jam with strawberries on top.' Jinwoo thought back to the reminder of the cake his sister wanted and sighed. It was still not opening time, he felt a little impatient, he just wanted to buy it quickly and go home. 'Open up, this damn cake shop.'

☆ And, as if to challenge, or tease, the minute hand still slowly moved little by little. The three minutes to reach the threshold seemed as long as a century had passed. Then, at the moment the shopkeeper, who was filled with the smell of cake filling, opened the narrow door, a stream of hungry people immediately rushed into the bakery.

☆ When Jinwoo saw you - the owner of Dream, he knew he is falling in love.

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☆ Since then, whenever he could, he would stop by your bakery and buy some kind of cake. He did so just so he could meet and talk to his lovely bakery owner. And gradually, the two of you became close.

☆ At first, you thought Jinwoo was a model, you meant everything that went into that beautiful figure. Why hadn't the fashion or perfume brands found him yet? That was what you kept wondering, even though he ate more than a model's portion, and that was why he was normal. Or, maybe not normal, not really. Those who were interested in hunters would have recognized Jinwoo immediately, but you were different. You spent most of your time baking. You only happened to watch the news while cleaning up to close the door, and Jinwoo's handsome face was featured in an interview. So when you found out he was an S-rank hunter, you were impressed.

☆ You wonder what makes a notorious and busy hunter like him come to your bakery every day. And when you ask him, he just replies that he really likes the cakes you make. But gradually, you start to guess why. In fact, it’s pretty obvious. But gradually, you start to guess why. In fact, it’s pretty obvious. You notice that every time you look at him, you see him staring at you with a gentle smile, eyes full of admiration. Or you notice that he always cares about you and always finds an opportunity to touch you. All of these things make it impossible for you not to think he likes you.

☆ But if you say you don't have feelings for him, you'd be lying. The way he treats you is different from how he treats others, it makes you feel special. The way he always smiles at you softly and is always so thoughtful makes you feel warm. And that beautiful face and body, how can you resist his charm?

☆ With all that in mind, you decide to confess to him.

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☆ As usual, Jinwoo came to your bakery at 4pm. You brought out a cake box tied with a gray ribbon – the color of Jinwoo’s eyes. Jinwoo opened the box, and was surprised to see a cake that looked like a work of art. The cake was decorated with a heart made of powdered sugar, and in the middle of the heart was a small message: “Will you share the sweet days with me from now on?”

☆ Jinwoo looked up, his eyes sparkling with emotion. You stood before him, your hands still covered in flour, your face red with embarrassment. “I’m not good at talking…” You stuttered, “but I want to say I love you and I want to make you-”

☆ Before you could finish your sentence, he immediately hugged you and kissed you passionately on the lips. You were surprised but quickly closed your eyes and melted into the kiss. The two of you kissed for a while before Jinwoo pulled away, his lips still very close to yours. He looked into your eyes, you can see the happiness in his grey orbs.

"I love you too, [name]."

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I wrote half of it and then I ran out of ideas :V.

So the ending seems a bit deadpan ._.

[sallysavestheday]

Because the weather is foul here, have a little horrible Celegorm, in Doriath.

The snow hides them almost to the gates, falling fast and thick and masking their footprints, veiling their white cloaks and concealing the subtle movements of their approach from any watching eyes. Celegorm has planned the assault for this bitter season, contrived the camouflage, waited for the weather to be in their favor. He has always loved a winter hunt: the pearled flakes of snow lend a mystery to the kill, and the chill wind masks the metallic tang of blood. Menegroth is beautiful, they say, restored from the days of Thingol’s madness and graced anew with the Silmaril’s light. But the grey-elves have no right to the jewel, and they have resisted the call to relinquish it. Maedhros insisted on protocol – letters before swords – as though any heir of the erstwhile King of Doriath would heed the Sons of Fëanor. Celegorm scorned that diplomacy, his whole self focused on the prize. Now he will have it, once and for all. He cuts through the guard, through the assembled courtiers, knowing only the pull of the gem, the drag toward the man-king whose claim to that radiance cannot be borne. He sees nothing of the magnificence through which he whirls. There is only the tunnel of his blade’s circumference, the brilliant heat and pressure of the Oath. The pain between his temples and behind his heart. It calls him: that fire, the gift he longs to render to his Lord. His feet are drawn to it as though following a scent in the ancient woods. He slips out of time, believes himself to be running with the Hunt, chasing his quarry eagerly, hungry for the kill. As Celegorm’s arm draws back for the blow, Dior looks him full in the face, furious and desperate and proud. He has Lúthien’s eyes. Melian’s eyes. Oromë’s eyes, god-gold and outraged: the hawk stooping, fierce and fell. The walls of the great caverns tremble with Celegorm’s bay of despair. His arm falls, too heavy now to stop. His body tumbles after it, meeting Dior’s rising blade with an urgent certainty, answering his own wild call. They fall together in a tangle of limbs, gasping, clutching. As through a mist, Celegorm hears the Hunter’s horn. He rolls until his lips touch his own blood coating the white marble floor. It is cooling quickly, spread out like an offering in the depths of the winter. As his breath leaves him, Celegorm whispers Oromë’s name. He tastes the bitter iron of his heart and smiles.

Also on AO3, as part of Beloved, Forsaken, Redeemed.

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

The order in which elves are Returned from Mandos is not strictly based on punishment. Sure, those who caused particular trouble (the Feanorians) are detained until there's enough peace in Valinor that they won't immediately destabilize things. But after that it's based on how long they take to heal and repent.

Everyone is very surprised when Celegorm is the first of his brothers out. (He's a bit insulted - surely Maedhros would be more startling?)

First off, Celegorm is honestly not traumatized. Sure, he died in a battle after seeing his little brother killed. He speared Dior through the heart, and got his windpipe severed by Nimloth. Celegorm died gasping for air and choking on his own blood.

But he'd always expected to go like that. Not just since they reached Beleriand, or since they attacked Alqualonde for the ships, or since he saw his grandfather's body. He' s been certain he would die violently since the first hunt he went on with Orome. Celegorm hadn't been good enough yet to catch anything himself, but Orome had shot a lynx. It had screamed and staggered for a moment, trying to fight even with an arrow in it's eye, before it collapsed. Celegorm had looked at the lynx's coat spotted with blood, and wondered how much harder it would be for someone to get it out of his hair after his death. He was going to be a hunter, and kill his own food and live off the land, but the wild cat had been just the same. Celegorm would try for his whole life to outrun death's arrow, but he always knew his luck would end. He didn't want to die, and didn't want to lose, but he accepted it.

Secondly, Celegorm actually fairly willing to admit he was wrong. Not like, morally wrong, but he rarely considers things from a moral point of view anyway. The kinslaying at Alqualonde was apparently not necessary, as plenty of people with less wilderness experience than him successfully marched across the Helcaraxe to reach Middle Earth. He recognizes though that attacking Doriath didn't work, and that holding Luthien prisoner didn't work. He admits that possibly if he hadn't held Luthein prisoner, he wouldn't have needed to attack Doriath in the first place as someone could have figured out a diplomatic solution. He didn't think things through, and hurt people, some of whom he liked, and wants to avoid that happening again.

Lesson learned, right? Next time Celegorm sees one plan that looks impossible and one that involves killing people, he'll try the impossible one. Killing people just causes more problems in the long run, and impossible plans sometimes succeed.

So Celegorm regrets attacking Doriath and Alqualonde and kidnapping Luthien. If given the chance, he wouldn't do it again. He thinks it's totally justified for people to be angry at him for those things, just like he's angry at Morgoth for Finwe and Feanor's deaths.

Namo is grading on a bit of a curve, but he's willing to round that off to "repentant" in order to have one less Feanorian in his halls.

[computerizedsphinx]

I just thought: Beleg should have been the one to slay Celegorm.

Hunter vs hunter.

But no, it was poetic justice for Dior to slay his mom's would-be kidnapper.

[holycompendium]

Ascendants OC Masterlist ⛊ Pt. 1

⚔︎ quick context : ascendants is my upcoming descendants fic series centered around merlin academy. you can catch the first chapter of the first installment right here!

ADAM ST. ROSE

Fate : Become cursed to live as a beast & marry Belle. Face Claim : Maxwell Jenkins

ANA CRESTA

Legacy : Daughter of a Neverlandian mermaid. Face Claim : Daniela Avanzini

ARTHUR "ART" PENDRAGON II

Legacy : Son of King Arthur of Camelot. Face Claim : Joshua Bassett

ASTERIA CHARIS

Legacy : Adopted daughter of Erato, muse of lyrical poetry. Face Claim : Bailey Bass

AZRIEL INDIRA

Legacy : Son of the Blue Fairy. Face Claim : Omar Rudberg

BELLE BAPTISTE

Fate : Marry the beast king Adam & establish the United States of Auradon. Face Claim : Zoe Colletti

CASPIAN DELMAR

Legacy : Son of Arista, nephew to Ariel & Eric. Face Claim : Reece King

LYNN ORELLA

Fate : Become the all-powerful enchantress who curses Prince Adam. Face Claim : Choi Yunjin

CLAUDE FROLLO

Fate : Become the villainous archdeacon of Notre-Dame. Face Claim : Case Walker

CRUELLA DE VIL

Fate : Descend into madness and become a tyrannical heiress. Face Claim : Riele Downs

ELI LA BOUFF

Fate : Inherit his family's business and become a wealthy sugar baron. Face Claim : Maxwell Acee Donovan

EUGENE "FITZ" FITZHERBERT

Fate : Abandon his royal heritage and become the thief Flynn Rider. Face Claim : Aryan Simhadri

FINCH

Legacy : Illegitimate son of Robin Hood. Face Claim : Brandon Severs

GASTON LEGUME

Fate : Become an arrogant and selfish game hunter. Face Claim : Belmont Cameli

GRIMHILDE

Fate : Become the Evil Queen & stepmother to Snow White. Face Claim : Ariana Greenblatt

JAFAR

Fate : Become the scheming royal vizier of Agrabah. Face Claim : Jahed

KIRSTI LINDT

Legacy : Daughter of Anna & Kristoff, niece to Elsa. Face Claim : Shay Rudolph

LEAH ROSE

Fate : Marry King Stefan and give birth to Aurora. Face Claim : Dior GoodJohn

LOUIS FACILIER

Fate : Sell his own soul in exchange for the power of a Hodou bokor. Face Claim : Niles Fitch

MIMINA "MIMI" MIM

Legacy : Granddaughter of Mad Madam Mim. Face Claim : Avantika Vandanapu

MAI TREMAINE

Fate : Become the head of the house of Tremaine & become Cinderella's stepmother. Face Claim : Kang Haerin

MULAN FA

Fate : Defeat the Hun army and save the Imperial Kingdom. Face Claim : Zhou Xinyu

ODILE "ODIE" ARNAUD-CHRISTOPHE

Fate : Become an eccentric & benevolent Houdou priestess. Face Claim : Whitney Peak

SAM "SMEE" SMIEGEL

Fate : Serve as Captain Smith's boatswain and first loyal mate. Face Claim : Owen Joyner

STEFAN MOREAU

Fate : Marry Queen Leah & father Aurora. Face Claim : Kahlil Beth

URSULA

Fate : Become a fearsome sea witch. Face Claim : Chandler Kinney

ZEVON

Legacy : Son of Yzma. Face Claim : Charlie Bushnell

[oros-ash3s]

Character Intro: Odesa ★﹒₊‧ˎˊ- 〜

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Basics

Name: Odesa Alves

Name Meaning: Odesa is of Greek origin, more commonly spelled “Odessa”, and means wrathful. Though, many associate it with the hero Odysseus, giving it the meaning “one who receives pain”.

Age: 18

Date of Birth: February 14th

Gender/Pronouns: Cisgender (She/her)

Sexuality: Pansexual Polyamorous

Ethnicity: Filipina + Portuguese

Rank: A Noroi Hunter of the Seventh Division

Goal: Destroy all Noroi

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Personality

Odesa is a competitive spirit. She’s very ambitious, and has a strong desire to break out of the constraints of the Seventh Sector and reach her full potential as a Noroi hunter, saving people and stopping Noroi from ripping apart any other families. She can be very blunt and brash, and doesn’t usually think before she speaks, causing her to be disliked by most of her peers at the Sector. She struggles with connecting with people, and doesn’t really know what other “girls her age” like. It never feels like it’s the same things that she likes. Her fascination in becoming a Hunter and hatred to Noroi is a little off-putting to others, even at the Sector. She can be extremely stubborn, determined to follow through with whatever goal she’s set her mind to, even if it seems nearly impossible. But despite that, she’s compassionate and caring, and very talkative, always willing to try and make new friends.

Likes: Winning, her boyfriend (Ryuji), her girlfriend (Dior), training, animals, fashion, the outdoors, shopping, new people, praise, her cat

Dislikes: Noroi, the Seventh Sector, having nothing to do, meetings, reading, being stuck at the base, cleaning

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Baby, you’re a vampire / You want blood and I promised / I’m a bad liar, with a saviour complex || Phoebe Bridgers - Saviour Complex

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Appearance

Odesa has long black hair with chunky, hot-pink streaks littering throughout. Her hair is typically pulled up into two messy space buns, with lots of strands escaping loose. She has piercing, frost-blue eyes, that are described to be almost “unnerving” by practically all that meet her, and smooth tan skin with lots of beauty marks across her face. Her hands and arms are littered with small, faded scars from training, but her most noticeable scar is the triangular one that runs right underneath her left eye, almost like a third eye. She has two lip piercings, a labaret on her bottom lip and angel bites on her upper. She has a tall, curvy physique, with defined muscles that evidently shows how much time she spends at training. Her palms and fingertips are very calloused as well, and she can usually be sporting some sort of cut or bruise that she picked up while fighting.

When she isn’t off on missions or at training, Odesa likes to dress up in unconventional, eye-catching outfits. There aren’t many things that interest her out of fighting, but fashion has always been special to her — a way for her to express herself. She loves short skirts, layers, and accessories, anything to really make her stand out in the crowd. Her outfits usually have some sort of star pattern on them, although they tend to be less vibrant and colourful as her hair and makeup is. There’s never a time at the base where Odesa is in anything but an intricately-picked, striking outfit adorned by all types of accessories.

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Curse

Classification: Third Eye

Odesa is one of the Koîkhlos, like everyone else at the Seventh Sector. Her curse is a peculiar one, which gives her heightened senses, specifically with her vision. When her curse is activated, she can locate and track any creature she sets her attention on. The source of the curse is in her scar underneath her left eye, and when it’s active, the scar morphs into a literal third eye. With overuse, her body becomes more dosfigured, her skin growing hundreds of eyes. The longer she stays in the state, the harder it is for her to return to her past self.

Odesa uses two hand guns powered by the mystic energy of her curse to aid her in battle. She’s the best shot out of the entire Seventh Sector, and an extremely skilled sniper, making her good for all kinds of missions.

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Background

Odesa was born to Miguel Alves and Mayumi Santos, a couple that took up residence in a homey little shack on the outskirts of a small town. Mayumi’s pregnancy brought much excitement to the young couple; they couldn’t wait to start their own family together, it was their dream. Especially Mayumi. But with this excitement came many different complications the couple just wasn’t prepared for. In the end, Mayumi didn’t make it through childbirth, leaving Miguel alone with his newborn daughter and empty house.

Odesa’s primitive years were spent under the care of her grandmother. She was the only tie she had to her late mother, who was nothing more than a photograph, an empty gap in Odesa’s life that she couldn’t seem to fill. Her father, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with her. Reeling with grief from the death of his wife, he grew resentful of his daughter. The man who was once smart, caring, and gentle had turned into a shell of his former self; Miguel was angry and reserved, spending his days out who knows where — running from his misery, most of the townsfolk used to say. The times he was home he was violent, filled with rage that his only connection to the woman he had loved so much, was the very thing that had killed her.

Odesa spent the first few years of her life impossibly alone. With a hateful, absentee father and deceased mother, she didn’t have much to call “family”. But she had her grandmother, and that was enough. Her grandmother was the only person who had ever believed in her, who taught her things, who truly cared for her.

When Odesa was eight, a Noroi broke into her house. She couldn’t even properly register what was happening, before she was being shoved into a cupboard, watching as her grandmother - her only friend in the entire world - was massacred in front of her very own eyes. She screamed, terrified, and for a second, the Noroi turned to her. It was a gruesome creature, the most horrific thing she had ever laid her eyes upon. Monstrous. And it turned to her, picking her up with long, wicked-sharp claws, lifting her up by her head. She was frozen in fear, the smell of death burning her nostrils, staring into the creature’s hollow, empty face.

Yet, death never came.

As the Noroi dug its claw into her cheek, slowly beginning to rake its finger up towards her eye, the feeling of pain was reduced to a… strange burning sensation. The blood dripping down her cheek boiled against the Noroi’s skin, and in a long, agonizing screech, it let go of her. Odesa tumbled to the ground, the burning, withering remnants of the Noroi’s hand falling with a thump beside her.

By the time she looked up, the Noroi was gone.

Hours passed on the cold floor, surrounded by a pool of blood, when suddenly the loud, echoing footsteps cut through the deafening silence. Odesa was found, trembling and alone, by her father, returning from one of his disappearances. At the sight, he went ballistic. He screamed, yelled, and threw things. You’re a curse. He spit. A demon. Odesa was forced out of the only home she had ever known, and out onto the streets.

There was no rescue. Instead, Odesa was forced to survive in the harsh, dark streets on the outskirts of town, surrounded by dangerous people that provided no warmth or kindness. But still, she couldn’t escape her past. Soon enough, rumours began to be spread about a three-eyed demon child running through the streets, and it wasn’t long before she found herself in the clutches of paranoid townsfolk that had heard enough of the folktales about Noroi, worried what would be left of their town if they allowed one to run rampant. They set up a stake in the centre of the town, determined to sacrifice her and free their town from the looming darkness and disease, when a Noroi Hunter interrupted, saving her from the mob of terrified townsfolk and taking her to the Seventh Sector, where she then took up residence in.

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Fun Facts

✫ She was rescued by a teenaged Noroi hunter named Dasha, who was like an older sister of sorts, for a few short weeks. She quickly passed after the two arrived at the Seventh Sector, due to a Noroi attack.

✫ She has a white ragdoll cat that she lovingly named “Pickaxe”. She was gifted her when she was around 14, and since then Pickaxe has become her very best friend and closest companion at the base, always following her around wherever she goes.

✫ She’s best friends with Ryuji and Dior, who seem to be one of the only people that she easily gets along with. They’ve been friends for pretty much forever and are practically inseparable.

✫ Aster is like a mentor figure to her. They’re as close as family, and he always makes sure to pick her up her favourite sweets whenever he returns to the Seventh Sector for missions.

✫ She listens to loud hyperpop music while she gets ready for missions, saying that it really “sets the mood”.

✫ She has a massive collection of different flavoured lip gloss. It’s probably her favourite thing ever.

✫ She’s a big hugger. A lot of the time when she’s excited, she’ll just throw her arms around whoever she’s with and give a them one of her bear hugs (it’s usually Ryuji or Dior, who are 9/10 times not pleased about this fact).

✫ She’s a shopaholic. She loves going off on different shopping trips, but her favourites are when Aster, Ryuji or Dior come along with her. Shopping alone is quite boring to her.

@seastarblue

[fistfuloflightning]

He’d seen statues at the gates of Tol Galen. Ancient statues that had been carved into the city’s stone walls and their feet mounded with flowers. The local smallgods, a fellow traveler had said in reply to Celegorm’s curiosity. Luthien and Daeron and Dior, the children of the Great Tree and the Nightingale. But their crudely hewn features and blank eyes had not inspired in him feelings of awe or fascination, but rather a terrible sense of unease.

The people of Tol Galen relied upon their little gods to keep them safe. But all Celegorm had felt was the lingering gaze on his back. These little gods were terrifying, and the one who stood before him now equally so.

A crook of clawed fingers had mist curling out of the stag Celegorm had just taken down. Its fëa. He watched with wide eyes as the little god curled his hands around it, as if in safekeeping. And only then did the god meet his eyes.

It was like looking into the night sky—dark and cold and so terrifyingly distant. Like he was being suffocated by his mere insignificance. Celegorm tore his eyes away, catching on the subtle pattern of sparrows and hares and kingfishers among the mist of the god's robes. This was the youngest of the gods. Dior, the forest prince.

Somehow, Celegorm did not find that comforting.

Dior had drifted closer, the cold void of his eyes falling on the hunter. “You. You have the heart of a hunter.” His voice was harsh, like splintering wood. “You’re a predator, always hungry.” He reached out and Celegorm was frozen as a soft thumb ran over his bottom lip. When the hand was withdrawn, the little God’s fingers were red. The look in Dior’s eyes was furious. “You’re insatiable,” he whispered.

[silmsmutweek]

ROUND-UP: ELVES (Pt. 1/3)

All creations are Mature or Explicit unless marked as *sfw. Please see work tags for warnings.

Amarië/Finrod The Law of Attractive Nuisance by @imakemywings

Anairë/Fingolfin I Loved You Once in a Dream by @imakemywings

Anairë/Fëanor/Fingolfin/Nerdanel Four is a feast by @ettelene

Angrod/Caranthir Hatred by @ettelene

Aredhel/Maedhros The Hunters by Anonymous

Beleg/Mablung/Thingol Into Oblivion by LadySternchern

Caranthir/Caranthir’s Wife post-breakup sex (that helps you forget your ex) by @swanmaids

Caranthir/Finrod Body worship and virginity by @i-did-not-mean-to

Celeborn/Celebrimbor tree-tangled by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor

Celeborn/Galadriel Day 2 by @tethysresort

Celebrían/Elrond  Podfic: Slowly And Sweetly Now by @lordgrimwing Two ficlets by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor Day 1 by @tethysresort

Celebrían/Gil-galad this is the winter of our youth by @thrillofhope

Celebrían/Elrond/Gil-galad  moonlight and starlight by @dwarrowdelf

Celegorm/Dior, Celegorm/Lúthien Day 4 by @elentarial

Celegorm/Finrod Underhanded by @polutrope The Hunter and His King by @cuarthol

Curufin/Finrod/Turgon her stranger flowers by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor

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[cilil]

Celegorm

⌔ Synopsis: Celegorm Fëanorion, before and after the Oath. ⌔ Warnings: Angst, references to canon-typical violence ⌔ Double drabble

Tyelkormo had always been willful, stubborn and fierce. Ever chasing his own passion, he found companionship with Oromë, the Great Hunter, and Írissë, his favourite cousin, and they would prowl the lands of Valinor together. 

He was a wild one, they said at court, and Fëanáro and Nerdanel took pride in it. Prince or not, Tyelkormo could and would not be tamed. 

His best friend was Huan, the hound gifted to him. A silent companion, but one that understood him better than everyone else. Inseparable, the two could often be seen running through the plains of Valinor, laughing and playing. 

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Celegorm is a different kind of hunter now. He hunts the jewels of fate, his father's legacy, at times even his own kin; yet what he seeks always eludes him.

No longer does hunting bring him joy, and he laughs no more. 

Huan has left his side, and Curufin is his companion now. Celegorm loves his brothers, but none of them is like his once-faithful hound. 

And when he finally comes close to one of the jewels and faces Dior, the beast he has turned into is cornered at last. The hunter becomes the hunted, and Celegorm falls in battle. 

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