#i gave my friend a box i made to look like lord of the rings with an arwen and aragon lego set. ring. a little dragon figurine

[flowersandfashion]

my book club all gave each other gift boxes inspired by our favourite book

I love my friends 💗

[okminer07]

Back with another story with no name Pt 1

This has been marinating in my head for a little bit, but I wasn't sure if I should write it. I ended up doing so to cure some writer's block. Let me know if you're interested and if I should continue it alongside my other stuff.

Jeremy's leg began to bounce nervously as he hung up the phone. He had decided; that today would be the day he'd ask her.  The question was, how the fuck was he supposed to do that?  If he hadn't been able to do it for the last three years, what made him think he could ask Lily out now?!

He sighed, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen. Several granola bar wrappers already littered the coffee table, but he really needed another one. Maybe it was his nerves making him so hungry? He had no idea. Opening the pantry, he fished out the box only to find it empty.  He groaned, shoving the box back on the shelf and closing the pantry door. Though he was still hungry, he didn't want to spend too much of his grandma's money while she was away, lest she think he was blowing it all and never leave him alone again.  It annoyed him slightly, that just now after turning seventeen she decided he was ready to be home alone for more than a night or two.

The house wasn't much different with her gone; still dark, still quiet, still always dusty. However, there was one thing to gain from her absence. She'd never let him have friends stay overnight. Well, now was his chance, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

His nerves kicked right back into gear at the thought of having Lily actually spend the night. She'd come over before yes, but her agreeing to spend the night just made him feel like he had to make a move.  The thought made him nervous, but also giddy beyond belief. 

That feeling was dashed though when he looked in the full-length mirror across the hall by the front door. He frowned, the only thing he really had going for him was his decent build, but that seemed pointless when coupled with his height. Standing at 5'3", he felt like some dwarf out of Lord of the Rings or Dungeons & Dragons. There was also the fact that he just wasn't what most of the girls at school would call handsome. His plain brown hair sat like a messy mop on top of his head due to him always forgetting to get it cut and his bulbous nose made him look almost like an orc. 

He glared down at the ground, before marching right up to the mirror. If he was going to pull this off, he'd have to crank up the charisma. Clearing his throat, he looked his reflection right in the eye before smiling, "Hey Alice, glad you could come." No no, that made him sound like a pussy. He fixed his face up in a confident smirk, "How's it going Alice, you are looking damn fine today." He shot finger guns at the mirror only to slap himself in the face, "Stupid. That's stupid. No one does that."  

Jeremy sighed. Would he even be able to do this?  What if he screwed up so bad she left? or worse? He looked back up at his reflection, straightening and rolling his shoulders back, "Alice, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for some time now, I- Ach!"

Out of nowhere, pain bloomed from his chest. Burning, aching pain that pulsated in waves and began to spread out to his limbs. His legs gave out from under him.  Falling to his knees, he gritted his teeth, clenching his fists.

"W-wha- what the hell?!" he managed to squeeze out before he yelled out as the pain increased tenfold and a resounding snapping noise filled his ears. Vision blinded, Jeremy over onto his side, curled up in the fetal position as he clawed at the floorboards in agony.  He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All he could do was writhe on the floor while it felt like every bone and muscle in his body was being ripped apart.

It stopped. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Jeremy gasped for air, sweat dripping from his face. W-what… What happened?  His hand came up to rub his forehead as he sat up.  He began to stand up.

"Ah!" his hands flew up to the top of his head, having hit something. He recoiled, hunching his back and finally opening his eyes.

He froze.

He was looking down at himself, seeing his cargo pants now resemble beige shorts that hugged his bottom half so tightly it was becoming uncomfortable. The red shirt he had been wearing now looked like a very short, cropped top. His heart began to race. He looked up only to have all the air in his body leave him.

The familiar open-planned kitchen and living room lay before him, looking the same as it always had except for one glaring detail. Everything seemed so much closer to the ground and even smaller. He was seeing everything from much higher up, he was higher up!

He raised his hands and looked up, gaping as he ran his fingers across the ceiling. The ceiling that had always been over eight feet high!

"H-holy- holy shit." he breathed, backing away. His skin erupted in goosebumps when he hit the nearest wall, "Holy shit!" 

Jeremy shoved himself away from the wall, falling to the floor with a loud thud. He whipped his head around every which way as he backpedaled further away. This isn't happening, this can't be happening!  His body began to tremble as he looked down at himself and then back at his surroundings. He was taller, bigger. He had grown!

"No, no!" he scrambled to his feet, crying out when his head smacked against the ceiling again. His hands came up and began grabbing and pulling bunches of his hair, "T-this is not happening!" he yelled to himself, "You're dreaming, this is just a dream!" 

He stumbled over to the kitchen and wrenched open one of the cabinets, yelping when the whole door was ripped off by his own hand. The door clattered to the floor as he hastily dropped it and hurried over to the sink. Bending down, he reached out his shaking fingers and turned the tap. He cupped his hands, gathering up the water before promptly splashing himself in the face. 

"Wake up, come on, wake up." When he opened his eyes, nothing had changed, "Come on wake up!" he cried, filling up his cupped hands again and splashing more water onto himself, "Wake up! Wake up!" when nothing changed, he began to slap his face, "Fucking wake up!"  he closed his eyes, praying that he'd be staring up at his bedroom ceiling when he opened them. Instead, he opened them to see the same scene before him.  

Moaning in exasperation, he slumped back onto the ground, the cups in the open cabinet clinking in response. How is this happening?! it can't be happening! this is impossible!  He held his head in his hands, his elbows resting upon his knees. The room stilled, the only sound that filled it was Jeremy's rapid and heavy breathing.

However, a minute or two later, a new sound rang out. Knocking. Someone knocking at the 

front door. 

Jeremy froze.

"Hello? Jeremy, are you there?" 

Crawling over to the front door on his hands and knees and not even having to get off them to reach the peephole, he peered outside. There she was, Lily. Still in her blue school blazer and a plaid skirt that was a bit big on her. As she turned her head, her curtain of black hair shimmered thanks to the setting sun.  

Jeremy felt his heart murmur at the sight of her before he began to fly into a panic. What the fuck was he supposed to do?! He couldn’t let her in, not when he was like this! Whatever this was. Seriously, people don’t just grow! People can’t! They can’t just suddenly double in size!  

“Jeremy?” Lily continued to knock. He leaned away from the door when she stood on the tips of her toes to try and peer through. 

“I uh…. I’m here.” he called, his voice shaking, “W-what are you doing here so early?” 

“Oh, I was just in the area when you called, grabbing a donut from Gusto Glaze. I got you something too” Jeremy felt a touch of warmth, hearing she had thought of him, “Are you going to let me in?” 

“Oh uh…. About that.” he feigned a cough, “I’m….. not feeling so good.” 

“Really? You seemed just fine at school.” 

He faked another cough, “Yeah well, it just kind of came out of nowhere.” he waited, praying she’d buy it. 

“I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help? Anything I can get you?”  

“No!” He cringed, the word coming out louder and harsher than he had meant, “No, no I’m alright. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to catch it” 

“Are you sure? I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone and sick.” 

He internally groaned. Of all the times for her to be nice and offer to keep him company, why did it have to be now? “I’m sure I’ll be fine. You don’t have to-” 

His voice was interrupted by a loud growling and gurgling sound coming from Jeremy’s middle. He winced, slapping a hand over his stomach which continued to rumble. 

“What was that?” 

“Uh, nothing.” he glared down, pressing down harder in an attempt to silence his own body. 

“Was that your stomach? Have you eaten at all today?” Lily’s voice was growing worried, and in any other circumstance, Jeremy would have been over the moon about it.  

“Of course, well not much.” that had been the wrong answer. 

“Well, you clearly haven’t had enough. You sound like you’re starving! Here, let me in so I can give you your donut and maybe make you something else.” 

The doorknob began the jiggle. Jeremy shot his hand out to hold it still, “You really don’t need to do that. I’m perfectly fine on my own!”  

“Then why did you let yourself get this hungry? Please, let me in and help.”  

He paused, thinking over her words. What if…… what if she could help? Help him with whatever the hell is going on. She had always been more academic than him. Maybe she’d at least have a figment of knowledge about whatever this was. He glanced down at his oversized body. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of her seeing him like this, but what choice did he have? If he wanted help, which he honestly did. 

“Uh, Lily” he started, “Look I’m….. I’m not sick, or at least not with the flu or anything like that. But….. but something’s wrong.”  

There was a pause before Lily responded, “What do you mean? What’s going on Jeremy?” 

He gulped, not sure how to tell her or even begin to describe what was going on, “I don’t really know. But…..” he shook his head, “Something is really wrong with me and I don’t know what to do about it.” 

“Well, let me in please so I could help you figure that out.”  

Jeremy ran a hand down his face, “Are you sure?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”  

She has no idea what she’s in for. He slowly took his hand off of the doorknob, “If I let you in…. Promise you won’t scream?”  

Silence on the other side, then, “I promise.”  

He let out a shaky sigh, raising his hand and unlocking the door. He backed away, watching with bated breath as it was slowly pushed open. 

[fr33ze-y0ur-br4in]

dear lord give us anything newt

.:*・°☆. Welcome to the Glade.:*・°☆.

My link list is here

Pairing: Newt x GN!Reader

Summary: Y/n didn’t expect to wake up in a dingy elevator below ground. They expected even less to see what that elevator opened up to.

Warnings: GN!Reader, 3rd person POV (they/them pronouns used in reference to reader), Y/n used, pre-Thomas, POC friendly unless mistakes were made (please tell me), oneshot, cringy Glader slang, crazy short, reader has one (two?) line(s) of dialogue, this isn’t even really a good one shot + it’s super short

Word Count: 590

Genre: oneshot, fluff??? Idk

Beta/proofread?: naur

Notes: At the end cus it’s a good bit <3

The first thing Y/n noticed when they woke up was the rickety sound of metal against metal echoing in their eardrums. The second was the damp smell, so similar to the smell of the underground. The third thing was the tipsy feeling of moving upwards, their knees buckling under them as they attempted to stand in the swaying lift.

Y/n’s memory was simultaneously hazy and clear. They could imagine the smell of meat being grilled during a celebration, but they couldn’t remember how they’d gotten into the metal grate of an elevator. They could clearly picture the stars at night, but couldn’t remember the faces of their parents or their friends. For that matter, they couldn’t think of if they even had friends, nor if they had any parents to begin with.

Dazed and confused, they shakily sat down once again and backed up until their back hit the wall with a clank. Their body was shaking, but they couldn’t tell if it was from the fear of the unknown or the cold draft rushing past them as they continued to rise up.

Y/n decided to start to count the minutes to help calm themselves. They lost count sometime after the twenty minute mark, disorienting themself once again. After what could’ve been two more minutes or two more hours, the squeal of the elevator coming to a stop sounds in their ears. The darkness above them starts to split in two, the light blinding. Y/n squints and tries to cover the light with one of their hands. As their eyes slowly adjust to the brightness above them, they start to see dozens of figures staring down at them. The voices of the figures float down to them.

“Poor Greenie.”

“Someone get Alby!”

“I bet you Frypan’s next meal this slinthead has already klunked their pants.”

Greenie, slinthead, klunk—none of these words sounded familiar to Y/n. Their mind felt like it’d been rung out, memories flowing outside their reach. Y/n’s ears started to ring, each voice of the people above them more overwhelming than the last.

Another voice cut through the lot of them, stopping the rest mid-sentence. “That’s enough! Look at them. You’re all scaring them, talking about them like you weren’t in that situation once too.” The voice had an accent and an air of authority as it silenced the others.

As y/n’s eyes finally adjusted to the bright light above them, they would see a blond boy crouching down to the opening of the lift they still sit against the wall of. He held his hand out as the voice from earlier came softly from him. “Let’s get you out of the Box, yeah?”

After a few seconds of hesitantly staring at the blond boy, Y/n slowly stood and took the boy’s hand. He pulled them out of “the Box” and helped steady them as they began looking around at their new surroundings.

Concrete walls rose probably several dozens of feet above the ground, ivy vines becoming thicker the farther up they look. A small forest was in one corner, an animal pin in another, a garden in the third, and a rundown looking house — shed? — in the last. Even more boys were mingling in the different areas, seemingly working together.

The blond boy let Y/n take their time looking around the place they’d now call home. They finally turned towards him and asked, “Who are you? What is this place?”

The boy gave them a small smile. “My name is Newt. Welcome to the Glade.”

Notes: requested by anon! When you said “anything Newt” I decided what better way to start off my return to writing and the TMR fandom than to do your typical “coming to the Glade” fic! Keep in mind, it’s been a while since I’ve read the first book and I’m in the process of restarting reading it cus I’ve forgotten so much so please forgive me for mistakes. I’m absolutely gonna have to make a part two because this sucks especially for how long it took me to put out. I’m sorry it took so long just for it to be so short😖😖 still feels good to put something out finally tho!!

[thevegandarkelf]

QOTU Profile: Lydia Rae Vector

Those of you that know Vec & read her original profile may notice some tiny details I changed in order to fit the AU. Most of them are exactly the same though. Her personality remains unchanged.

Krys made the banner above. Also LOOK WHAT @dixons-sunshine MADE (she used Picrew to make it). She brought my sweet lil’ unhinged angel baby to life. I love her so much, look at how cute she is 🖤

TW: mention of suicide, mention of death while in the line of military service

➼ Nicknames: Vec (everyone except Georgie & Scud), Dia (Georgie), Vee, my little bee/bumblebee, the Mrs. (Scud)

➼ She got the nickname ‘Vec’ in high school because of all of the Lydias in her graduating class.

➼ Her birthday is July 6th (she’s a Cancer bby)

➼ She was born and raised in the small town of Swanton, Ohio before moving to Atlanta for med school.

➼ She's 5 foot 7 with blue eyes and long black hair that reaches her waist

➼ She worked as a trauma surgeon in an emergency room at Atlanta General before the outbreak.

➼ If she hadn't chosen trauma surgery as her specialty, she would've gone into OBGYN

➼ She decided she wanted to become a doctor when she was just three years old. Her oldest brother was in an accident, and at the hospital, she saw a surgeon in a floral dress and white coat & asked her if she was a princess. The doctor told her yes, and she decided in that moment that she wanted to be a princess when she grew up (which she later learned was a doctor) and save lives like this woman saved her brother’s.

➼ She's passionate about women's rights and access to healthcare

➼ Her strengths include her empathy, compassion, and understanding, which helps to make her a great doctor

➼ She's 30 when the outbreak begins

➼ Her and her best friend, Georgianna Marianne Hawkins (Georgie), have been friends since they were little.

➼ She has three older brothers--Preston (5 years older than her), Jay, and Eli (3 years older than her. Jay and Eli are twins, Jay being two minutes older)

➼ All three of her brothers were Navy SEALs and taught her how to fight

➼ Her dad is an astronaut and was launched into space a couple of weeks before the outbreak began

➼ Her mom and her brother Preston passed away (in separate instances) about 5 years before the outbreak. Preston was killed in the line of duty during deployment, and her mom was unable to cope with his death and took her own life two months later.

➼ She blushes very easily and frequently

➼ She exclusively calls Rick 'cowboy'

➼ Daisies are her favorite flower because they symbolize the purity of love and new beginnings/fresh starts.

➼ Her favorite color is blue

➼ She’s very outgoing and talks a lot

➼ Her favorite music artist is Ke$ha

➼ She likes to write and always has a notebook and pen on her at all times.

➼ She loves fantasy films like Lord of the Rings and attended many ren fests before the outbreak.

➼ She was once on a date where she sneezed and a spaghetti noodle came out her nose. Now, she can't even look at a box of dry spaghetti without getting queasy.

➼ She has three tattoos--line work of a bouquet of daisies on the front of her right hip, a sternum piece of vines with blue flowers, and a cluster of bumblebees on the back of each of her thighs (hence why Scud calls her ‘my little bee/bumblebee’). She's incredibly selective with who gets to see her tattoos.

➼ She's no damsel in distress, she can handle her own & is hyper-independent.

➼ Her mom gave her the middle name 'Rae' because she was her only daughter and therefore her 'ray of sunshine.'

➼ Other than Georgie, her best friend in the group is Aaron. She's also very close with Maggie, Michonne, & Rosita.

➼ She's a wildcard and bit of a spitfire, and she certainly doesn't take shit from anyone, men especially.

Georgianna Marianne Hawkins belongs to @dixons-sunshine

Taglist: @raddydaddydude @lovenormandixon @angeldemoncrowley @negansbestie

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[star-junk]

Only Bones

Ch. 3

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Alastor x ReaderOC, Vox x ReaderOC, Future Lucifer x ReaderOC

Second Person POV, Change of POV, Slow burn (or fast burn - really moving through the plot quickly), please forgive the typos.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Altered state of consciousness, possessive behavior, mention of dv, non-con elements in the future, cannibalism and just things not being nice--it's Hell.

General Notes: Still not sure if Alastor will remain ace within the confines of my story. Also, operating under many assumptions for Season 2 so walk with me on this one.

Author Notes: I know nothing about TV production so I'm just winging most of this. Continuing with the breakneck pace bc otherwise I'd spend endless chapters setting shit up.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” Jo asks.

“Hmm, I think I only feel better about it because it’s Rosie’s friend? He seemed nice enough.” You reply, sprinkling flour over the table for the dough you’re working on. The old radio you bought plays a nice melodic tune as you prepare for the next day’s special orders.

“He’s the Radio Demon, Nuria.” He insists.

“I mean, yes he is, but I hear the Princess is really nice too, so.”

He makes a point to walk over to you so you can see the skepticism on his stare while still stirring pie filling, bowl in hand and everything. “I just find it amazing how quickly you flip once money is involved.” 

“C'mon, Jo, it’s not like you’re any different.” You respond.

He pauses his stirring. “Yeah, but I actually have survival instincts." He argues, "You remind me of my uncle, you know. He used to work for the mob in the Greed Ring and guess what? He went missing years ago!” You roll your eyes, concentrating on the dough instead.

Jo refused to come on the agreed upon day, saying he wanted nothing in whatever it was you were getting yourself into. So there you were bright and early at the time and address the Radio De—Alastor gave you. 

Parking right in front of the Hotel, you had to admit the renovations made the place look like a 5 star stay. It stood out against the rest of dilapidated buildings in the surrounding area, and much like the V Tower; Different elements come together to represent a single entity. There was a radio tower at one end (no guessing who that space belonged to) and a red apple at the other.

“Quite the sight, isn’t it?” 

You nearly jump out of your skin. Alastor stands right outside to your van’s window. Your hand goes to your chest to keep your heart from escaping out of your ribcage as his smile widens. 

“H-hi, yes, yes it’s quite beautiful. ‘Morning.” You greet. “Dear Lord, you startled me.”

“My apologies, I tend to have that effect on people.” He opens the door motioning for you. “Please, Charlie is eager to meet you.” 

“Thank you.” You smile, reaching for your purse and the tasting boxes. He snaps one of his fingers and suddenly there’s a tiny shadowy creature taking the boxes from you. No matter how many years pass, you don’t think you’ll ever adjust to these kinds of things being a normal occurrence. He then helps you out of the van. “You're very kind.” 

“Ha! Aren’t you a darling.” He responds amused. You pause only for a moment before linking an arm with his when he offers it, his old manners shining through. You’re starting to see why Rosie likes him so much - ‘a proper gentleman.’

Walking up to the Hotel you take in the view. The landscape is mostly dead as it is in most places of hell but was at least kept neat. You spot some widow’s kisses blooming here and there, so the soil couldn’t be a complete lost cause.

“Do you have many guests staying?” You ask to give yourself an idea of how much work will be involved if things go well in this meeting.

“Hmm, not currently, no. But Charlie is hoping for more soon.” You get the feeling he's not very attached to the Hotel despite also being its Facility Manager.

“I don’t see why people wouldn’t want to book a stay. The renovations are quite nice, aesthetics alone should draw in crowds, if anything.” You are being completely honest about that.

“They’re… acceptable, I suppose.” And there it is again. As if he didn’t have a hand in that either, but for all that you know maybe he didn’t. “Though the staff is wonderful, a very welcoming bunch, you’ll love them!” He concedes.

You sure hope so. You swallow nearing the Hotel’s entrance, your hold unconsciously tightening around his arm.

“Oh there’s nothing to fret, my dear, there’s nothing but good ol’ chums here, mostly.” He says with a bit of flare as the doors to the Hotel open and you step inside. 

It’s just as luxurious inside as it is on the outside, of course it is, you don’t know what you were expecting. The varied crimson hues are heightened with the golden touches here and there. The furniture with elaborate designs looks expensive as all hell and yeah, maybe you could make good business here if—

“Hello, HI! Welcome!” 

A youthful cheery voice greets you. It’s Ms. Morningstar the Princess of Hell herself. You hardly have time to return the greeting as she takes your hand in a very enthusiastic handshake. Her eyes and smile outshine anyone you’ve ever met before. “We are sooo excited to make business with our first vendor.” She gushes with not an ounce of malice in her voice, “Alastor spoke very highly of your pastries.” 

“Thank you, your Royal Highness. A pleasure to meet you.” You reply, finally letting go of Alastor’s arm.

“Charlie is fine.” She waves off the title.

“Hon, we need to see if we even like them first.” Someone says behind her. 

"I'm sure we'll like them, Vaggie." She replies to a girl with long pale hair and sooty skin. "This is Vaggie, she’s our Hotel’s Manager .” She smiles, dragging the other girl by the hand. They must be close. The other girl gives you a once over before extending her hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Her tone is way less cheery than her companion, but is at the very least neutral. “You’re one of Alastor’s little… friends?” 

Oh, whatever idea she has of you must be reset at once. “I just had the honor to make his acquaintance last week, Rosie introduced us.” 

Her brow perks up at that. “Wait, these are not— “

“No, Miss, I wouldn't dare.” You assure her. “Rosie has her own special orders. These are the ones we sell at my shop for the general public.” 

“So these are not people pies?” A girlish voice draws your attention below. A short crimson bob frames a single intense eye. “Are you Alastor’s new soul? Are those wings? You smell good!” The petite girl waves, her eye trained on you with a mixture of curiosity and predatory glee. 

“And this is Nifty, our Cleaning Staff.” Alastor introduces.

Ah. “Hi… Nifty, a pleasure to meet you.” You don’t even dare shake her hand.

“Alright that’s enough of introductions,” Vaggie claps stepping forward, “show us the goods, we still got work to do putting this event together.” Her bossy tones gives her away former (current?) military.

You glance at Alastor who merely chuckles before commenting. “She’s always like that.” 

Ah. 

Charlie guides you to the currently unstaffed bar where the tasting boxes were set. “I wish everyone could be here to give their opinion.” She sighs. 

“Babe, as long as you like them it should be enough.” Vaggie is right about that, you think. “Who knows what time Angel will come back and Husk? At this time of morning? Forget about it.”

“Alright, but maybe Dad wants to come down?” She says procuring her cell phone as you get busy setting up the samples—wait, the King of Hell is staying here too?

“Oh don’t bother His Highness, dear, it’s far too early in the morning.” Alastor says, resting a gentle hand over hers. “And hadn’t he been feeling rather… undisposed lately?” 

“Yeah, but I mean he shouldn’t spend so much time holed up there.“ 

“I can set some aside, if you’d like.” You offer, you weren't so eager to meet him, tense and overwhelmed as you are right now.

She smiles, turning to you, “That would be great, thank you.”

“Of course.” She was a breath of fresh air. It’s ironic the Princess of actual literal Hell turned out to be one of the nicest people you met down here. You hand everyone a plate with the pie samples. “Alright so starting from the right  is our shop’s best seller, it’s darkberry with yumava fruit. I should mention our flour is made with a combination of actual topside flour and wheat from the Wrath Ring. We use organic butter from cattle also from Wrath, its brought up by my shop’s assistant. And the sugar comes from... “ You go on about the ingredients and cooking method, watching as their faces go from skepticism to full enjoyment. “I can make the more savory ones as appetizers as well. Princess, I think these would go great with the event if you’re trying to foster a kind of environment sinners can call home and you know what they say, there’s nothing more comforting than homemade pie!” 

Her brows rise at that; Yup, she’s yours. She sets her fork and plate down, grasps your hands coming inches from your face declaring. “We’ll take 100 of each!” Oh Boy.

“What— Charlie, we don’t even know if that many will show up in the first place!” 

“Because we don’t know Vaggie, we should prepare!” And you can’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.

“She a funny one.” Alastor comments, having read your mind. 

“Princess, how about we do 10 of each? That would still be plenty.” And more realistic to the numbers of attendees. “I’m sure you’ll have other foods to offer as well.” 

“Okay, yeah, sorry… I’m just kind of nervous, we’ve had a lot of inquiries lately” (‘Five is not a lot,’ the little maid chirps but you pretend not to hear her.) “about the Hotel so I want to make a good impression.” She admits scratching the back of her head and wow, she really does seem to care for this place.

“I understand, Princess, but your friend is right, it be a pity if the food went to waste.” You rest a hand on her shoulder. “But let me write down this really good recipe I know for frazzled nerves in the meantime.” You offer with a smile.

You thank the Princess once more for her business, it has been the smoothest transaction you’ve ever done, half of the commission already paid in advance.

Alastor waits for you, offering his arm again to walk you back to your van.

“She’s great.” You comment,  making your way down the pebbled road leading to the gates.

“That she is, my dear.” He answers, “Nothing like her Father.”

Oh. “Got a beef with the King of Hell?” 

“Hah ha ha!! No, of course not, nothing of the sort...” His frown at odds with his sharp smile. You prod no further as you near your van. “I thought you’d certainly take her initial request for a hundred pies— Oh the hilarity!”

You laugh along with him. “It just didn’t feel right doing that, you know? But maybe it would have been different if she had been a brat.”

He laughs, “Seems like you and I have a lot in common,” and who would have thought? “Well, I’ve delivered you safe and sound to your vehicle, so I’m afraid this is good bye— “

“Wait, Alastor.” You interrupt climbing inside the van, “I have something for you.” You procure a bottle of wine, it’s the kind Rosie said he likes the best. “A thank you gift for everything.” 

He looks from the bottle to you for a brief moment before responding, his head tilting to the side as if deciding how to respond. “Oh My, you shouldn't have!” He says finally bringing the flat of his palm up to refuse. “I cannot accept.”

“Aw, after I went through the trouble?” You shoot him your best hurt puppy dog eyes.

“Hmm.” The soft sound of changing stations comes through the strange filter he emits as his eyes settle on the wine. “Well, who am I to scorn a lady’s thoughtful gift?”

You chuckle, handing him the bottle.

………………….

The next day you stopped by Alicia’s speakeasy to pay the rental for the bakery space, being one of the handful of buildings she owned around the city. Dim cool light welcomes you as you enter, alongside the smell of cheap beer and cigarettes. Goodness knows how you were able to work here every night.

“The usual, Nuria?” Old Vince asks as soon as he sees you take a seat.

“Yes, the usual.” You nod. “Is she busy today?” 

“When is she not, doll. But let me let her know you’re here.” He leaves to get her as soon as he’s done with your drink. You hope Alicia comes quickly. One time you had to wait almost two hours before she remembered you were there. ‘I forgot’ she said, though you’re sure she did it on purpose - never getting over you leaving her employment. You’re gonna be so mad if she makes you do the same, you had some shopping to do today. In the mean time you sit there reviewing your shopping list making sure nothing is missing while you wait. Declining offers for company here and there.

“Hey there, beautiful.” Alicia’s fake affection draws your attention up. Her scaly skin and green eyes glistening in the low ambiance of the bar. Draping dark fins parted to one side to hide the ugly scar at the corner of her mouth.

“Hi Alicia. I’m here to pay rent.” You get to the point, going through your purse to retrieve your wallet.

“Yeah, about that, babe. Rent went up.” 

You have to be kidding. 

“What?! Again?!”

“Yeah, turns out demons from other rings are interested in setting up shop in the city now that we know angels can be handled.” She explains, crossing her arms to inspect her nails.

“Alicia, please don’t do this to me.” This could really affect the rate of your savings, you’re barely making enough of a profit - discounting the debt you have for the equipment, packaging materials, ingredients, electricity, Jo’s wages, the van, and your own personal expenses - your own rent. Why the fuck do you still have to pay rent in hell?!

“I could keep it the same if you came back to perform,” Oh this scummy bitch, “Dezba is long gone, so he can’t tell you what to do anymore!” She snorts mockingly.

“Do not!!” Your voice low as your body moves on its own, jabbing a finger at her chest. “Don't you ever dare bring him up again! Now how much is the increase, you vindictive old bitch!” 

“Twice for that.” She answers, unbothered. 

Fuck!

………………………..

You pour over the budget books back at the pie shop, reviewing receipts and expenses. The careful balancing act that took you months of hardwork and dedication  to get going toppled over by that single one unexpected expense. 

“Relax, Nuria, is not as bad as you’re making it out to be!” Jo tries to console you, hand on your shoulder. “You’re still making enough to cover even the rent increase.”

“But now I can’t save Jo! That’s the issue here! And what happens when the next increase comes? And yeah we’re doing okay right now, but who can say this will always be the case? Will other expenses start increasing too?! When will we ever own a place of our own if— ” 

“Nuria, Nuria! Relax, okay? You still got options, ask Rosie for help.” 

“No, I could never… “  She has been helping you enough, you slump over the table, you want to cry. You know you’re truly in hell when capitalism exists even down here.

Knocking at the front of the bakery pulls you out of your misery, you both look at each other. No deliveries were expected today. Peeking from the corner of the kitchen you spot a tall corpulent figure. You really should invest in a security system, you think in hindsight. You swallow turning one of the lights at the front of the shop.

The light reveals a man dressed in a swanky suit, a manic smile plastered on his face - a poor attempt at friendliness when his shark incarnation speaks to a predatory nature. 

“I told you we should keep at least a gun or two on hand.” Jo whispers.

“You must be Ms. Nuria! May I please come in? I mean no harm, I’m a representative from VoxTek.”

VokTek? You and Jo exchange puzzled glances before you decide to open the door. Jo goes to stand where he kept his studded metal bat for shady situations like this. Not like it could do much if someone with that influence wanted to do something to the shop.

“Yes. How can I help you?”

“Good evening, ma’am. I am here because your lovely pies have been quite a hit at the Network.” Really? That was days ago. “One of our producers would like to extend a warm invitation for you to join us as a special guest for our early morning program, The Vibe!”

Well, this is very unexpected. “I… don’t think I’ve heard of the program before?”

“It’s a talk show, with a focus on celebrity gossip.” Jo supplies.

“Celebrity gossip is such an unpleasant way to put it. The Vibe keeps up with the latest trends, entrepreneurs and entertainers of our time!” The VoxTek representative corrects.

“Then it sounds like my humble pies would be out of place in a show like that.”

“Nonsense, why our very own Velvette gave them her seal of approval.” He flashes his phone with a picture of a very staged-going-for-natural picture of a female demon holding one of your pies, your shop’s box visible right next to her with a caption: Wanted to see what the fuss is about. Gotta say, pie was pretty legit. That was… nice, though why does she look so off-put by it? You don’t get a chance to make more observations as the phone is pulled away and the shark demon extends his hand toward you, “Whaddaya say?” 

“Nuria, if you get on the show we could get more customers and hike up the prices too!” 

"Your imp is right, once in an eternity opportunity!"

“He’s not my imp.” It’s the first thing you clarify. “But I… “ There’s something you don’t like about this, un mal presentimiento, looking at the demon’s hand. But Jo has a point, this one thing could balance the books again. “Alright.” You reply, taking his hand.

He squeezes it hard. His fanged smile doesn't reach his eyes.

“My boss will be delighted, Miss!” 

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[ageless-aislynn]

Back in the day, (around 2006 or so, I'd wager) I decided to try making a Bag End-inspired diorama display thing for my Lord of the Rings (and friends) figures out of plastic canvas and yarn. (No pattern, I was just winging it.) Here are some pics of how it turned out. 😉

The front with the famous round, green door. I also gave them some lattice-work windows and a couple of plant pots with greenery, just 'cause. 😉

Closer up on the door and one of the plants.

This is the wall that was beyond the window and plants, on the left side as looking in that orientation. I couldn't really do a hill without it looking weird so went with a tree motif on both sides.

The wall on the right of the door, this one with a "rope" swing, just for funsies!

Interior on the door.

Everybody needs a free standing closet to store your stuff in, right?

Yes, that's an Ian McKellen Magneto wearing Gandalf's hat and politely levitating his sword into the closet.😜

Behind the door standing open a bit is a coat closet.

I wanted a sort of marble inspired pattern. Plus, I really liked this variegated yarn so...

Everybody needs a table with a vase of roses on it! And yeah, that's a Nazgul wearing a tea ball strainer on his head. It was from a joke at the time. Also, we see our Hobbit guests putting their cloaks away in the closet.

Interior behind the big window. I thought of this as a combo kitchen/dining room area with a decorative rug.

Eomer CANNOT BELIEVE that we don't have his favorite brand of coffee! Storm thinks we should have a dance party. Boromir is heading over to lean on the fireplace mantel. 😉

Clearly Gandalf is HERE for a dance party! Oh and I do believe there might be a Boromir/Eowyn "leaning on the mantel" love connection going on back there? 👀👀👀😂

It's a little known fact that Darth Vader LOVES a nice tree swing! He even brought a droid friend, d'aww. That's my Xena poster on the wall in the background, btw. One of my most favorite Xena pics ever!

I also made Shadowfax, Gandalf's horse!

He can stand on his own. And yes, I made that fishbowl, including the Very Famous Fish Rear End on the side panel, lol! Nothing but UTTER ACCURACY around here, thank you very much. 😜

The chair was made from a kit. The cushion comes off and you can store things in the bottom box part. The mug of hot chocolate has marshmallows on top and also the rim raises up so you can store small things in it.

The flower vase was also from a kit. I famously got my hand stuck in it while doing the bottom stitch to finish attaching it to the base. I thought I might have to unstitch it a bit to get free but thankfully didn't have to. Absolutely no one who saw me with a plastic canvas vase stuck on my hand laughed. 😑🤣

(As well they should have. I laughed, too, once I got my hand out of there, lol!)

My mom loved lighthouses so I made her a day and night version. They're the same size but this was 2 separate pics edited together and the different angles made the night version look smaller.

Anyway, that's a few things I made back in the day. Nothing sophisticated but I just enjoyed playing around with it. The canvas got really hard to find for a while and then got very expensive once I located it again, so I stopped making things. 😢

Oh, almost forgot to add the pic that made me think to post these to begin with: Barbie with one of my ducks from my earthquake post.

I made a bunch of these little ducks for a project I never completed, then found them in a Ziploc bag the other day. Now there are little ducks all over the house, lol! 🦆💖

PS - I may have posted these pics before. I know I did on my Livejournal but couldn't find them on Tumblr. If this is the second time you're seeing them, though, apologies. Ais is old and the memory just ain't what she used to be. 😑😉

[ae-neon]

Reading Throne of Glass (35-37)

Recap

Celaena has a puppy she likes and two allies in Nox Own best boy Pelor

Dorian opens up to Celaena and they are definitely much closer. He also saves a puppy for her.

Nehemia loses 500 of her people to a genocidal massacre.

I think Kaltain is a fly trapped in Duke Perrington's web despite her attempt to use him to get closer to Dorian.

Chapter 35

Chaol sad hours

The next evening, Chaol Westfall stood on the second floor of the castle, looking over the courtyard. Below him, two figures slowly wove through the hedges. Celaena’s white cloak made her easy to spot, and Dorian could always be noticed by the empty circle of space around him. He should be down there, a foot behind, watching them, making sure she didn’t seize Dorian and use him to escape. Logic and years of experience screamed at him to be with them, even though six guards trailed them. She was deceitful, cunning, vicious. But he couldn’t make his feet move.

He's getting really sad about how Celaena has lived, especially in comparison to him and Dorian.

Celaena thinks about how Nehemia has basically retreated and locked herself away in her rooms... Just gonna sigh.

(...) despite the three Tests she’d had, the most exciting of which being an obstacle course, which she passed with only a few minor scratches and bruises. Unfortunately, Pelor hadn’t done so well, and had been sent home at long last. But he’d been lucky: three other competitors had died.

1st of all, sjm is so boring for skipping 3 Tests. 2nd of all, PELOR IS JUST GONE??? in an off screen dismissal??? My boy 🥲

“You always wear that necklace,” he said. “Is it another gift?” Though she wore gloves, he glanced at her hand—where the amethyst ring always sat—and the spark died from his eyes. “No.” She covered the amulet with her hand. “I found it in my jewelry box and liked the look of it, you insufferably territorial man.”

Lolol doesn't sjm later make the territorial thing a Fae trait? Dorian was definitely supposed to be the endgame male lead.

He studied the necklace. “When I was a boy, I used to read tales about the dawn of Adarlan; Gavin was my hero. I must have read every legend regarding the war with Erawan.” How can he be that smart? He can’t have figured it out so quickly. She tried her best to look innocently interested. “And?” “Elena, First Queen of Adarlan, had a magical amulet. In the battle with the Dark Lord, Gavin and Elena found themselves defenseless against him. He was about to kill the princess when a spirit appeared and gave her the necklace. And when she put it on, Erawan couldn’t harm her. She saw the Dark Lord for what he was and called him by his true name. It surprised him so much that he became distracted, and Gavin slew him.” Dorian looked to the ground. “They called her necklace the Eye of Elena; it’s been lost for centuries.”

This just makes Erawan look lame.

Later Celaena discovers someone secretly drew a circle of wyrdmarks under her bed. She wonders if this means she's next to be murdered, scrubs them away and leaves for the library. Her guards stay in the main room but she goes to the back section where all the old occult books are and finds Nehemia there.

I knew it! WTF

Okay so she realises the book Nehemia is reading is written in the common tongue and questions it. Nehemia, in the common tongue with a flawless accent, tells "Lillian" she is as foolish as every other person in the castle.

She's literally a princess, why wouldn't she speak the language that most of the people on the continent did?? Especially the language of the superpower that's conquered most of it since she was a child?

I told yall

No, Nehemia couldn’t have played her like that— (...) Because Nehemia was her friend—because Nehemia had wept when her people had been murdered, because she’d come to her for comfort.

What the fuck does crying over the murder of her people have to do with pretending not to speak a language??

It's actually a clever trick. She doesn't have to talk to the people she hates and they in turn feel free to say what they usually wouldn't right in front of her.

Anyways now Celaena thinks it's Nehemia committing the murders.

Chapter 36

It's finally Yulemas. Only 5 competitors remain and the Final Test is coming up in 3 days and the Duel to find the Champion is only 2 days after that.

There was something inherently peaceful about the day, despite the darkness of her encounter with Nehemia. For the moment, the whole castle had quieted to hear the falling snow. Frost laced each windowpane, a fire already crackled in the fireplace, and shadows of snowflakes drifted across the floor. It was as peaceful and lovely a winter morning as she could imagine. She wouldn’t ruin it with thoughts of Nehemia, or of the duel, or of the ball she wasn’t allowed to attend tonight. No, it was Yulemas morning, and she would be happy.

I don't know anything about snowy, winter Christmases - ours are summery, party seasons - but this sounds nice.

Celaena finds a bag of candy with no note and despite everything that's happened doesn't hesitate to eat a whole bunch. As a fellow sweet-tooth, same. But once again this girl is nowhere near the greatest assassin and Pelor is up by 100 points because he could have killed her if he wanted to.

Celaena wonders who sent her the candy. She thinks Dorian. But certainly not Nehemia or Chaol and like okay yea maybe Nehemia is a little preoccupied with THE GENOCIDE OF HER PEOPLE but why wouldn't Chaol send her the candy??

Celaena gets ready to attend temple for Yulemas but finds Dorian waiting once she's dressed.

“Are you my present, or is there something in that basket at your feet?” she asked.

“If you’d like to unwrap me,” he said, lifting the large wicker basket onto the table, “we still have an hour until the temple service.”

He's literally Rhysand's blueprint, tell me I'm lying

Cute exchange over the candy - of course he sent it. He also gives her the puppy he saved for her as a present. a solid + 10 for Dorian

Again, it's a shame sjm lost the ability to write romance beyond physical attraction or magical bonding.

I was talking to my mutual and she said Nessian don't share any hobbies and I think that's true for many of sjm's endgame ships. But after I hated chapter 34 and hadn't thought of tog positively in days, I still immediately thought of Dorian and Celaena being an exception.

“She’s yours,” Dorian said, “if you want her.”

“What shall I do with her if I’m sent back to Endovier?”

wtf, that's such a heartbreaking question and the narrative spends no time on it at all.

“Of course I want her,” Celaena said, then realized what the implications would be. “But I want her trained. I don’t want her urinating on everything and chewing on furniture and shoes and books. And I want her to sit when I tell her to and lay down and roll over and whatever it is that dogs do. And I want her to run—run with the other dogs when they’re practicing. I want her to put those long legs to use.”

(...)

“When I’m training”—she kissed the pup’s soft head, and the dog nestled her cold nose against Celaena’s neck—“I want her in the kennels, training as well. When I return in the afternoon, she may be brought to me. I’ll keep her in the night.” Celaena held the dog at eye level. The dog kicked her legs in the air. “If you ruin any of my shoes,” she said to the pup, “I’ll turn you into a pair of slippers. Understood?"

this has nothing to do with the story, but this reminded me of an account of parental love or affection from the point of view of a woman with anti-personality disorder, or psychopathy.

anyways

Celaena kisses Dorian on the cheek, he gets nervous and chatty and almost falls over as he's leaving.

(...) Celaena was about to see what her new companion was up to when the thought struck her:

Nehemia would be at the ball.

It was a simple enough thought at first, but then worse thoughts followed it. Celaena began pacing. If Nehemia were truly somehow behind the Champions’ murders—and worse, had some feral beast at her command to destroy them—and also just learned about the massacre of her people . . . then what better place to punish Adarlan than at the ball, where so many of its royals would be celebrating and unguarded?

Is Nehemia the Amarantha blueprint?????????????

Fine, she wouldn’t mind if Kaltain and Perrington met horrible deaths, but Dorian would be there. And Chaol. FUCK YOU, KALTAIN HAS DONE LITERALLY NOTHING DESERVING OF THIS LEVEL OF HATERED WTF

all this just so sjm can have Celaena sneak into the Ball but it would have been so much better if she went just because she wanted to go

Chapter 37

Celaena attend the Yulemas service with Chaol

The temple was a beautiful space, built entirely from glass. i wonder if there's gonna be a point to these glass buildings

Two columns of about a hundred rosewood pews stretched beneath a vaulted glass ceiling that let in so much light that no candles were needed during the day. Snow lay piled upon the translucent roof, casting patterns of sunshine throughout. As the walls were also glass, the stained windows above the altar appeared to hover in midair.

Bro's villain origin story is he wanted to be an architect and was forced to become King instead.

SJM loves making female religious figures like mother Goddesses and priestesses but always fails to understand the implications of gender in power systems like religion and how that reflects on the greater society.

The High Priestess walked onto the stone platform and raised her hands above her head. The folds of her midnight-blue gossamer robe fell around her, and her white hair was long and unbound. An eight-pointed star was tattooed upon her brow in a shade of blue that matched her gown, its sharp lines extending to her hairline.

Since everything is connected I wonder if it's a coincidence Ianthe also wears blue and has moons on her head.(idk about Crescent City)

SJM has Celaena tired of the ceremony before the priestess gets through the first sentence, this doesn't convey the length and tedium of the ceremony, it just makes Celaena - in combination with trying to look over people to see Dorian and standing when she needs to sit - look childish and hyperactive, again probably not the traits best for an assassin.

Celaena wandered into the Land of Sleep. Excuse me? The capitalisation implies this is some sort of realm? Why have we never gotten any clues about that or did I miss something??

Apparently Chaol - Captain of the Royal Guard - also fell asleep in the back row with Celaena while Dorian and the Queen were in the front rows. Give me a hundred bucks, two dope addicts and a rabid raccoon, and I could kill the crown prince. Gimme a thousand bucks and Pelor, and I'd take out the whole castle.

Nine blindfolded children each representing a god, randomly pick members of the congregation to bestow that gad's favour on. Celaena gets the favour of Diana Deanna, Goddess of the Hunt and Maidens. Sudden Roman Mythology.

Farnor, God of War, stopped at the front row near Dorian, but then moved to the right, across the aisle, to give the miniature silver sword to Duke Perrington. Not surprising.

Why is it not surprising given its completely random? is Perrington That Guy™? Is he a known warrior? Is this foreshadowing his John Wick level skills?

***

Forgive the delay, I legit forgot I was reading this.

We're sitting at a low 3 stars. The little details are the only thing keeping me going, the overall story is ass.

[drivemysoul]

“taylor you are so so beautiful and so so autistic please categorise taylor swift lyrics that correspond with kazuto and asuna’s relationship through every arc of sword art online”

thank you 😭😭 also thank you to everyone else who sent one i love y’all so much 🩷 okay i’m limiting myself to 3 per arc or i’ll be here for 20 hours because i have hours long playlists for each and every arc i love these two so so much

aincrad: “once upon a time the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned, you and i ended up in the same room at the same time, and the touch of a hand lit the fuse of a chain reaction of countermoves to asses the equation of you, checkmate, i couldn’t lose” (i’m counting it as one lyric shush), “i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” and “i’m perfectly fine, i live on my own, i made up my mind, i’m better off being alone, we met a few weeks ago, now you try on calling me baby like trying on clothes”

sugary days: “i want to drive away with you, i want your complications too, i want your dreary monday, wrap your arms around me baby boy”, “outside they’re pushing and shoving, you’re in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” and “take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don’t belong and my beloved neither do you”

fairy dance: “i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us”, “romeo save me, they’re trying to tell me how to feel, this love is difficult but it’s real” and “don’t say yes, run away now, i’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door, don’t wait or say a single vow, you need to hear me out and they said speak now”

phantom bullet: “i’d give my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me”, “when i was shipwrecked i thought of you, in the cracks of light i dreamed of you, it was real enough to get me through, i swear you were there” and “are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these, and let all your damage damage me, and carry your baggage up my street, and make me your future history?”

mother’s rosario: “you can’t talk to me when i’m like this, daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you”, “no deal, the 1950’s shit they want from me, i just wanna stay in that lavender haze” and “i gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy, and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier, fighting in only your arms, frontlines don’t you ignore me, i’m the best thing at this party, and i wouldn’t marry me either”

ordinal scale: “i like shiny things but i’d marry you with paper rings”, “only bought this dress so you could take it off” and “give you the silence that only comes when two people understand eachother, family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother, is it enough?”

alicization: “i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side, my one and only, my lifeline”, “can i go where you go? can we always be this close forever and ever?” and “wherever you stray, i’ll follow”

war of underworld: “lord save me, my drug is my baby, i’ll be using for the rest of my life”, “i would’ve read your love letters every single night and prayed to god you’d be coming home alright, and you would’ve been fine, we would’ve been timeless” and “in the end in wonderland we both went mad”

moon cradle: “have i known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”, “i don’t wanna look at anything else now that i saw you, i don’t wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you” and “time breaks down your mind and body, don’t you let it touch your soul”

unital ring: “i’m gonna love you when our hair is turning grey, we’ll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we’ve made and you’ll say “oh my, we really were timeless””, “up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups, say you fancy me not fancy stuff, baby all at once this enough” and “i’ve loved you three summers now honey but i want them all”

[shadowgurl101]

Chapter V (The Hunt pt II)

Maesterlist

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Amalthea is seen sitting down with Nash eating cake and judging the ladies from other houses, a man got closer to the two and smiles and bows to the princess and prince "Happy name days my princess and prince" Amalthea smiled "Thank you Lord Stark" both teens say at the same time "I have brought a present for you two" Lord stark call a man over with his hand, the man bows and place a blue box in front of the princess and a similar box in front of the prince. The princess opens the box and gasps, inside the box is a diamond necklace with matching earrings and two feather-like hairpieces, and a ring with the lune symbol in the middle, the prince opens his and saw a gold-handled dagger with a similar ring to his aunt but this one has Sol symbol "Thank you lord stark" both of them said smiling, Lord stark smile and bows "Happy name day again princess and prince" both teens smile and watch as he walks away. The hunt was about to start whoever brought the biggest animal is the winner.

Princess Amalthea decided to stay with her sister as her mother and father has gone on the hunt, she currently eating cake when she saw princess Rhaenyra eating lemon cake "Princess" Rhaenyra turn around and saw Amalthea smiled"Princess Amalthea last time I saw you was on your first name day" Amalthea nodded and look at the lemon cakes "You like lemon cake also?" Rhaenyra smiled and nodded "These are delicious who made them" Amalthea beamed "I did" Rhaenyra look at her shocked "Really?"  the princess nodded "I've been baking since I was ten, my grandmother thought me how" the two heirs are seen walking to a table and start having a conversation. The King sees the two heirs smile and turn to his wife "When Rhaenyra and Princess Amalthea become queens they going to continue our peaceful alias" Alicent look at the two with a look in her eyes and looks at her father.

After the hunt, Nash sees the two sons of Rhaenyra looking down as ladies talk about them "Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys would you like to join me?" the two princes look surprised and made their way to Nash who starts taking arrows from a bag "Have you ever use a bow?" Nash asks, and the two princes shake their heads "Would you like to learn?" they nodded and Nash smiles and grab two more bows "Here I teach you" he grabs an arrow from the floor and put it on the bow "Just put the arrow here and then hold it like this, pull, aim and shoot" the arrow went flying and hit the bullseye, the two princes did what Nash told them and aim it, sadly the arrows fall on the floor "That was sad" Nash look them "No worries these bows are harder I believe a crossbow will be easier for you two" Nash grab his and Amalthea crossbow and gave it to them "How do you use this?"  Lucerys ask looking at the purple crossbow "Well you just put the arrow in here and it will stay, you just have to aim and pull the string and then let it go" the prince said as he put an arrow in the middle and helped the prince aim it "Put your body like this and take a deep breath and never take your eyes off the target and when you ready just let go of the string"   Lucerys nodded and took a deep breath and let go of the string, the arrow hit the target, Lucerys smile, and Nash cheer "See you did it" Lucerys nodded and look at his brother. Rhaenyra smile at her sons, happy that they are making friends with Prince Nash "Ah I see my son is teaching your sons how to use a crossbow" looking next to her she saw King Arthur "How long does Prince nash know how to use the crossbow?" Rhaehnyra asks "Nash and Amalthea start their lesson when they were seven" Daemon looks impressed.

Amalthea is seen looking around and spots Princess Helaena with her children who were sitting down on the floor, Amalthea made her way towards them "Hello Princess" Helaena turn and smiles at Amalthea "Princess Amalthea" she bows but Amalthea stops her "No need we both princesses, now who are these cuties?" she asked as she sat down with them on the floor "This is  Jaehaerys and Jaehaera" Amalthea smiled at them "They are very cute, I guess they got that from their mother" Helaena smiled "So I heard that you like bugs, I'm must say I was surprised to find out that someone is also curious about them" Helaena look at Amalthea with a shocked face "Yes, how did you know?" Amalthea just pointed at the spider in Helaena's hand "The first thing you did when you sat down was play around with the insects" Helaena put her head down "hey it's okay I was like that when I was younger, my father bought me a book of different type of insects and must I say I learned a lot, you can have it if you want" Helaena shakes her head "No it's an ok princess you can keep it" Amalthea just smile "No it's fine I don't need it anymore, I give it to you when we go back to the castle"Helaena smiled.

The girls stayed talking with each other until nighttime came out, Queen Aquila got up from her chair and cling her fork with her cup "Lords and ladies thank you for participating in today's hunt, tomorrow morning we make our way back to the castle, have a good night" the queen said and dismissed everyone. Everyone in the camp made their way to their tent to have a good rest.

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Thank you for reading hope you like this chapter, I was kinda rushing through this chapter. I'm also sorry for not posting this soon it's just that I got lazy these past few days.

Have a good day, night, or afternoon, talk to you next chapter :)

[bubbaxp]

CHAPTER ONE: THE HEIRS OF THE DRAGON

250 years after the Kailis arrived Westeros

From the balcony of my chambers, in the Red Keep, I watched Syrax glide through the misty sky of Kings Landing. From my own cozy tower, I could see the buzzling capital—all loud and noisy and absolutely chaotic as it was the day the city sprouted. My tower was so high above that if I looked hard enough, I could almost see the boxed bell towers of New Kailinit’s temples.

I sighed, fiddling with a hardbound book that my septa had given to me to study. It was some history book that I had already read, but she had insisted I’d read it again, “in case I’d forgotten everything in it. That old hag won’t give me a break.” I rolled my eyes and dropped the heavy book on my table.

“Dearest!” an all too familiar voice boomed. “Yes?” I turned to my father expectantly. My father, an old but still very much strong man with greying hair and soulful eyes, is the Lord of Kailinit and part of the king’s small council—a sort of “deputy” to the Master of Coins. “How are you fairing on this fine day?” father grinned, stretching his hands out to offer me a hug. “Well,” I accepted the embrace before pulling away and glaring at him, “I’ve reread the book that I’ve already read five times, Septa Marlow is such a pain.” I pointed at him with an accusing finger. “I know how you get when it comes to my studies, but please! They’re, quite literally, teaching me things I already know.”

“Oh, alright.” He laughed, though I know he doesn’t mean it. He’s always so set on me becoming the best—no, the greatest version of myself. And I think that’s very much impossible.

“Now, may I go?” I gestured towards the door. “I wish to spend time with my friends, father. Please?” I gave him my most charming smile. “Go on,” he paused, catching my arm as I started sprinting out the door, “be careful.”

I rolled my eyes and nodded as he let my arm go.

Finding my way to the godswood, I smiled seeing Rhaenyra and Alicent under the shade of the tree’s crimson leaves.

“Your Grace,” I smiled teasingly, “Lady Alicent.” I bowed when I reached them. Rhaenyra only rolled her eyes and chuckled while Alicent smiled back at me. “Lady (YN), it’s so nice of you to finally join us.” Rhaenyra replied, not breaking her gaze from her ringed fingers. “Sit with us, (YN).” Alicent smiled once more and gestured beside her, opposite of Rhaenyra.

“Did you read it?” Alicent asked Rhaenyra, she knew all too well I already knew whatever she would ask the silver haired princess.  “Of course, I read it.” Rhaenyra replied almost hastily. “When… Princess Nymeria arrived in Dorne, who did she take to husband?”

“A man.” Rhaenyra almost snickered.

“What was his name?” said Alicent exasperatedly.

“Lord… something.” Rhaenyra wasn’t dumb, and she was obviously toying with Alicent’s patience.

“If you answer with Lord “Something”, Septa Marlow will be furious.” Rhaenyra and I both snorted at this. “She’s funny when she’s furious.” Rhaenyra stated with an impression of the grumpy septa. “Your always like this when you’re worried.” Alicent looked down at Rhaenyra knowingly. “Like what?” the princess looked up at us. “Disagreeable.” Alicent and I said in unison.

“You’re worried that your father is about to overshadow you with a son.” I sighed, resting my cheek on Alicent’s shoulder. “I only worry for my mother.” Rhaenyra stated sternly. “I hope for my father that he gets a son. As long as I can recall, it’s all he’s ever wanted.” The princess said almost sadly, fiddling with a leaf. That can’t be true, I can see it in her face. “You want him to have a son?” Alicent’s dark brows knit together. “I want to fly with you two on dragon back, see the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I never jest about cake.”

“You aren’t worried about your position?” this made my brows rise in surprise as I lifted my cheek of Alicent’s shoulder. “I like this position. It’s quite comfortable.” Rhaenyra chuckled. “You know…” both of the girls looked at me. “I never pegged you to be ambitious…” I smiled warily at Alicent who only mumbled under her breath before standing up and walking away. “Where are you going?” The princess sighed. “Home. The hour has grown late.” The brunette turned back to us, clutching her book closely.

With a grunt I helped Rhaenyra up and tidied our things as she walked up to Alicent.

“Princess Nymeria led her Rhoynar across the Narrow Sea on 10,000 ships to flee their Valyrian pursuers. She took Lord Mors Martell of Dorne to husband and burned her own fleet of Sunspear to show her people that they were finished running.” Rhaenyra smiled smugly after she had ripped the page Alicent was reading. “What are you doing?” the look of complete horror washed over the brunette’s face. “So you remember.” Rhaenyra smirked. “You’re helping her remember through trauma?” I laughed. Alicent looked at me, unamused. “If the septa sees this book, then—“

“Fuck the septa.” Rhaenyra and I exclaimed, ignoring Hightower’s surprised gasp.

+

I heaved a sigh—more like a gasp for air as I had been carrying the heavy fabrics of my dress up for what felt like a million flight of stairs. Up front of the Royal box there sat Rhaenyra and Alicent, waiting for King Viserys to finish his speech. “Excuse me…” I whispered to the nobles who sat close to my seat.

“-and this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share. Queen Aemma has begun her labor!” Viserys claimed happily causing an uproar of cheers. “May the luck of the seven shine upon all combatants!”

The cheers continued throughout most of the competition as expected. “A mystery knight?” Rhaenyra asked in her usual playful manner. “No,” I started looking at the sigil on his shield, “No, a Cole, of the Stormlands.” To this the princess hummed and turned back to the knight who kept on his helm. “I’ve never heard of a House Cole.”

“Princess Rhaenys Targaryen!” a Baratheon Knight exclaimed. “I would humbly ask for the favor of “The Queen Who Never Was”.” The audience cheered as Princess Rhaenys stepped down and placed a flowery crown on his lance. “Good fortune to you, cousin.” The man looked up at her and smiled. “I would gladly take it if I thought I needed it.” He replied, prideful, causing a tight lipped smirk stretch Rhaenys’ face.

“Hmm,” I hummed catching the girl’s attention. “Lord Stokeworth’s daughter is promised to that young Tarly squire.” I pointed with my chin to a boy. “Lord Massey’s son?” Alicent asked with wide eyes. “Mm-hmm,” I nodded turning to her. “They’re to be married as soon as he wins his knighthood.”

“Best get on with it.” Rhaenyra chuckled sharing a look with Alicent. “I heard that Lady Elinor is hiding a swollen belly beneath her dress.” The dark haired girl responded knowingly. I gasped jokingly as they held back their nosey laughter.

I went back to watching the tournament. This Ser Criston Cole is quite the combatant, not even a minute after the game started he had knocked the Baratheon Knight off his horse easily. Impressive.

“What do you know of this Ser Criston Cole, Ser Harrold?” Rhaenyra asked the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard who crouched beside her. “I’m told Ser Criston is common-born, son of Lord Dondarrion’s steward.” The commander answered, looking at the knight, it seems that he too was impressed. “But other than that, and the fact that he’s just unhorsed both of the Baratheon lads, I really couldn’t say.”

“Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!” Daemon galloped along the Knights looking at each and every one of them, mocking a thoughtful expression. A few seconds passed before he pointed his lance at a knight clad in Hightower Green and white iron armor. It is in no doubt a way to somehow get under Otto’s skin. It was quite obvious how much he enjoyed toying with the Hand. “For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King.”

I turned to Alicent, she was picking on her fingers again. “Stop that, you’re hurting yourself.” I squeezed her right arm as Rhae held her left hand. Alicent momentarily looked at me before placing her hand on my thigh, palms in the air asking me to hold it, and I did just that.

For a moment, Daemon looked around before abruptly kicking his horse into a sprint. As they charged, Gwayne had struck the prince making him drop his weapon. Now, Daemon and I aren’t the closest, I wouldn’t even call him a friend. But, someone so “loud”, for the lack of better words, as him he is quite predictable in some ways. It’s easy to know if you’ve wounded his pride—as he is quite… destructive.

The second round came and they were handed new lances, and charged at each other again. For a second, one, or in this case—every one, assumed the prince would just lunge at the knight, but Daemon was much cannier as he uses his lance to trip the horse—dismounting Gwayne Hightower and thus winning.

Being taken by surprise Alicent jerked her hand away from me and gasped in horror. “He’ll be fine.” I whispered patting her on the shoulder. I turned around, roaming my eyes throughout the box before landing on Otto who had the slightest concern present in his eyes, but his expression could pass as disappointment. “See.” I nodded towards Gwayne who was helped up to walk out of the tourney field. “He’s fine.” I smiled at both Rhaenyra and Alicent.

Daemon’s black stallion rode up to our stand, halting with a proud smirk. I watched as Rhaenyra stood up, she looks like she was in some sort of trance. I shook my head. Tch, Targaryens. Alicent stood and followed the princess, a slight frown on her lips.

“Nicely done, uncle.” Rhae smiled, leaning her hands on the wooden railing. I rolled my eyes almost wanting the floor to swallow me whole. I turned my head again, now searching for my father. “Hmm, he must be with Hira.” I mumbled to myself.

“Brother…” I heard making me snap my head to an all too familiar man. “Forgive me for arriving so late.” Rhaenar adjusted his tunic, which was very obviously put on in a hurry. “Ah, it’s quite alright.” Viserys waved and smiled patting the empty seat beside him. “Daemon had just started.” He nodded towards the youngest of the siblings. “Hmm,” Rhaenar’s lidded purple gaze almost seemed bored—uninterested. He was always so unexpressive, in fact I could never recall a day where I saw him give at least a smile or a frown—it was always just a blank face.

He must have noticed me staring as his gaze met mine languidly. “My Prince.” I bowed my head, an effort to hide my embarrassment. That did not help as he only stared with his uncomfortable steely gaze. I cleared my throat, offered him a smile, and turned back around—cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“What was that?” Rhaenyra’s voice made me jump. “What?” I raised a brow, my cheeks still hot. “You and my uncle?” she smirked knowingly. “Oh…fuck off.” I whispered with a sneer making her laugh out loud. “There might be a chance.” She said between chuckles. “We haven’t even spoken to each other. At least not a proper conversation that’s more than “hello my prince” etcetera. And I have lived here for what? A little over ten years?” I scoffed, slightly chuckling with the princess.

+

Aemma’s death, something unexpected truly. I, as well as the whole kingdom, was deeply saddened by the loss of our beloved Queen. Queen Aemma and I aren’t the closest, despite being close with her daughter who always stuck with her. Regardless of that, she was still kind to me when we are often acquainted with each other. Not only did the queen die, but the child, Baelon, as well.

“They’re waiting for you.” I heard Daemon, as he stood beside his niece and Rhaenar. “Nyke pendagon lo, during lī dorolvie hours ñuha lēkia glaestan, ñuha kepa finally found biarves.” Rhaenyra muttered, eyes glossed over. “Aōha kepa jorrāelagon ao.” Daemon replied, the slightest frown evident on his face, “tolī sir than ziry mirre ēza.” He glanced at his brother, violet eyes softening. “Kesan dōrī sagon iā tresy.” Rhaenyra’s voice trembled, she gazed at her father momentarily before turning to Syrax. The beast hummed, sounding as if, she too, was saddened by the Queen and the Prince’s death.

“Dracarys!”

Syrax whined and crawled to the graves, burning them with the slightest hesitation.

+

“My Lady.”

I stood up abruptly as the Prince voice echoed throughout the library. “My Prince.” I bowed and sent the stoic man a smile. The man only nodded and walked to where I stood silently, staring out the window as he settled beside me. “It is late,” he stated raising his brow curiously, “why are you here, My Lady. Unaccompanied, no less.” I couldn’t help but stare at his violet eyes, gleaming under the moonlight. “Ah,” I chuckled nervously, “I couldn’t sleep, My Prince.” I paused, looking out the large window as well. “If you don’t mind, I am curious as to why you’re out so late as well… My Prince.”

“There was an expected meeting,” he sighed glancing at the moon before turning back to me, “I suggest you head to your chambers now, Little Pearl. Your father might get cross.” He chuckled when my eyes widened in realization, an attractive deep bass that surprised me. I feel almost honored hearing his chuckle even if it was only for a moment. “Little Pearl?” he smirked, snapping me out of my daze. “Oh, yes!” my eyes widened at my loud voice. “Of course, have a good night, My Prince.” I cleared my throat, curtsied, and scurried out of the library forgetting to put the book I was reading back to its rightful shelf. I’ll put it back tomorrow.

+

Days later.

I watched silently as Rhaenyra stood in front of the Council, being named as heir. I didn’t know what to feel, why she looked so proud when she claimed she never wanted to be heir, that she’d rather ride dragons and go off into adventures than be a queen. She somehow seemed… happy. Perhaps, she felt wanted after all those years of neglect, felt needed—wanted.

“Corlys of House Valeryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark.”

“I, Corlys Valeryon, Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark, promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit.”

“(FN) of House (LN), Aide Master of Coins, Lord of Kailinit.”

“I, (FN) (LN), Aide Master of Coins and Lord of Kailinit, promise to be faithful to King Viserys and his named heir, Princess Rhaenyra. I pledge fealty to them and shall defend them against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this, to the old gods and the new.”

{I used a translation website thing for the High Valyrian IDK it’s sht I think lol}

[empresskylo]

hey could you maybe do a eddie munson x female reader! her like piercing her nipples as a surprise for eddie

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐜 eddie munson x fem!reader

You hadn’t seen Eddie all day at school so he was more than excited to spot you walking into his Hellfire club. You meekly smiled, not wanting to interrupt, and he winked at you, then continued to act out his role as dungeon master.

You held your books to your chest and walked over to where there was a stack of boxes on the back wall and sat down. You placed

your notebooks down and crossed your legs, watching Eddie and his friends.

“He’s not only missing his left arm…” Eddie dramatically stood up and leaned over the table. “But his left eye!” The group erupted in disapproval and swears. Eddie smirked and glanced up at you. His smile grew when he caught you staring at him in awe.

He went to turn his head back to the game when his eyes traced over your chest. The angle you were sitting at allowed the sparse lighting in the room to illuminate you completely, making the outline of your chest visible to Eddie from where he stood.

You had purposefully worn an unpadded bra today, knowing it would allow your newly acquired nipple piercings to poke through. You had only had it done the other day and still hadn’t told Eddie.

He noticed them immediately under the folds of your shirt and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Vecna’s dead!”

“You just killed my cast,” Mike shouted at Eddie.

You giggled as Eddie struggled to pull his eyes away from you and back to his friends who were waiting for his instructions to continue.

Eddie had kept his eyes off of you the rest of the game, knowing that he might embarrass himself if he didn’t. When the group began to separate, Eddie shuffled behind the others and made a dash towards you. You leaned over to grab your bag and jumped when Eddie appeared at your feet.

“Hi, Eddie,” you said softly, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at him.

His eyes narrowed in on you, a slight flush across his cheeks. “Let’s go. Now.” He demanded, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out the doors.

You struggled to keep up with him as he determinedly dragged you through the school parking lot and to his van.

“Eddie!” You whined as he pulled you to the far side of his van, blocking you both from view.

He spun you around and pressed you up against the side of his van in a sporadic motion, making you yelp. Then his lips were on yours, his body pressed flesh against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he rolled his hips into you. Your chest was squished against him and he could feel the hard metal of your piercings on his torso. He moaned into your mouth before pulling away abruptly.

You were panting as he stared at you. “You like them?” You teased.

He growled in response, kissing you at full force again, and you felt the area between your legs heat up. Eddie wasn’t usually this animalistic so you felt a wave of satisfaction knowing he was acting this way because of you.

He opened the door behind you and began pushing you into his van.

“Eddie,” you mewled.

“Please…” he begged. “I need to see…”

The desperation in his eyes made your heart swoon. You should have got them pierced a long time ago.

You let him carry you up and into the back of his van and he wasted no time tugging off your shirt. He placed soft kissing along your collarbone while he fiddled with the clasp of your bra.

When he felt its release, you gave him room to slide the straps off your shoulders. He pulled back to gaze at your bare chest, his pupils blown. “Lord have mercy,” he mumbled as his eyes devoured you.

You felt your face warm, feeling exposed as he scanned your chest.

He reached his hand out and gently cupped the bottom of your breast, carefully to avoid your nipple, the cool metal from his rings felt nice against your skin.

“They still hurt?” He asked, clearly reminding himself that they were still new and he couldn’t touch.

You nodded your head. “They’ll take a few weeks to heal,” you said breathlessly.

Eddie’s eyes flickered up to yours. “Not sure how I’m gonna make it that long,” he whined before pulling you into him and kissing you again.

[youareunbearable]

Headcannon that Celebrimbor and Thranduil were childhood Frenemies because I don't like how the Mirkwood Elves were left out of everything that happened so pls enjoy this fliclet

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Once the Feanorians touched down in Hithlum, Thingol sent his younger brother's brother in law Oropher to be his ambassador. Oropher, of course, brings his son Thranduil along because this is a great chance for diplomatic training

Maedhros, this is during the time Morgoth is sending his own persistent ambassadors, thinks it would also be a great time to start Celebrimbor on diplomatic training, because before this he was just in the forge with Curufin and Feanor. And it doesn't look like the rest of the Sons of Feanor are going to have kids so he'll be inheriting the crown one day.

So Celebrimbor and Thranduil are pushed together on children "play dates"

They hate it, they always fight with each other and have competitions and as soon as they see each other they will throw down and scream new insults they learned since the last time they met. Sometimes they spent entire visits only speaking to each other in their own native tounges and mock the other for not properly understanding what they are saying. This particular game didn't last long, but Tyelpe did become the first of the Noldor to speak Sindarin fluently with no accent and Thranduil enjoys the annoyed tick in Galadriel's typical serene expression when she hears him speak flawless Quenya with a Feanorian lisp

Oropher is concerned, being the youngest of 4 he never had an antagonistic relationship with any of them. But Maglor (the new depressed Noldor High King) just gives a small smile and shrugs. He grew up with 6 brothers and even more half cousins. Little Tyelpe and Thrandy are just playing like boys and future best friends do

And they keep up this frenenimes relationship even after Curufin moves them to Himland. When it gets sacked during Dagor Bragollach and Curufin, Celegorm, and Celebrimbor all flee south to their cousins home, Thranduil sends them some relief supplies. When Celebrimbor disown his father, Thranduil comes to visit and generally be annoying until Celebrimbor can stop feeling like shit

When Thranduil, his parents, and their people leave eastward after Thingol's death but before the second Kinslaying (for Oropher is older then the Sun and Moon, he is not about to be led by a boy not even in his 30th year, Maiar blood or not, and many Sindar agree with him) Celebrimbor travels with them and secures them safe passage through the Blue Mountains.

They both grieve when they hear of the Second Kinslaying, then the Third, and then when the East sinks under the waves. Not many in Lindon support Celebrimbor wearing the eight pointed star again, but Thranduil just rolls his eyes and tells him red looks dreadful with his complexion

During the Second Age when Thranduil gets married, Celebrimbor is invited to the wedding and vis versa when Celebrimbor marries Narvi

(Both marriages involve lots of teasing over their partners of choice. Thranduil laughs over the fact that of course a Noldor would marry a Dwarf, they are basically the same, what with their love of rocks and metal work. Celebrimbor rolls his eyes and snorts that he's surprised Thranduil didn't end up marrying an Ent, what with his love of trees, but he supposes that marrying a lady named "tree maid" is close enough. What next? Will he name his children "sapling" or "twig" or "leaf"? Thranduil shoves him off his chair, spilling wine all over the table and floor and growls that at least his children will have original names, and not share a name with two of his forefathers like Men)

They visit each other a lot during the second age, and Thranduil tries to help him as best he can during the fallout of Narvi's death, and when Celebrimbor is designing his rings of Power with that suspicious Maiar of his (who Celebrimbor SWEARS is helping him craft to work through the grief he has no other intentions) he had Thranduil (or Oropher) in mind when he created Vilya

When Thranduil heard about what happened to his friend and his land during the War of Elves and Sauron he grieved deeply. The only thing he had to remember his friend by was some forgotten blueprints of unfinished jewelry, an Age worth of letters (mostly written in Quenya, he of course had replied in proper Sindarin), a clumsy eight pointed star he laughingly embroidered onto the breast of Thranduil's favourite robe, a set of Sindarin long knives overly embellished with Noldorian swirls, and a box of white gems Celebrimbor hand crafted and left with a promise to come back once he finished his rings and use them to make a matching crown set for Thranduil and his wife to wear whenever he inherited the crown

("There may be even enough left over for a third crown. For your 'little leaf' to grow into whenever you two get around making one." Thranduil's wife laughed with Celebrimbor and sent her husband a leer that set his ears ablaze and Tyelpe's laughter began anew)

And enough regrets to haunt him for Ages. It seemed like bad things always came in three. Celebrimbor, his father, his new homeland. Thranduil led his people north, away from everything he had loved, and kept what remained close to his chest. After his wife was slain shortly after the birth of his son, he refused to lose anyone else. Greenwood the Great began to mirror his grief and became Mirkwood

It was almost another another Age before he decided to commission the Dwarves of Erebor to turn those precious white gems into the crowns Celebrimbor intended. Not for him and his now dead wife, but maybe for Legolas and his future partner. (His little leaf, he could hear Celebrimbor's laughter every time Legolas calls himself "Legolas Greenleaf" with that cheeky grin of his) And if Celebrimbor couldn't make them himself, he would be happy to let his Dwarven friends do the job for him

Thranduil almost burned down the mountain himself when they withheld those gems and one of the last pieces of his dear friend from him

Under the bone deep fear of watching a dragon from his nightmares sack the kingdom, he was a little pleased. Jewel thieves get their due

(He knows that Celebrimbor never swore his grandfather's Oath, but sometimes late at night he wonders if he still carried the curse of it. If that Oath and the Curse of Feanor are the reason his dearest friend died that awful way he did)

It was the beginning of a forth age when those sparking white gems were finally turned into the crowns they were destined to be. And Thranduil could almost hear Celebrimbor's delighted laughter as he watched his only son and heir, his little leaf, marry a dwarf.

When it came time to sail, Thranduil stayed with his people, he has coveted them for so long he now refused to leave unless he was forced too. Legolas, who had somehow made a small boat that could barely withhold the waves of the Western Sea, was greeted with a welcoming and joyful embrace by the Elf he only heard stories about

"Hail Celebrimbor, Lord of Eregion, Crafter of the Rings Of Power, Husband of Narvi son of Vilarvi of Durin's Folk, and most importantly, the dearest friend of my father!" Legolas greeted in flawless Quenya with a very noticeable Feanorian lisp. The gathered crowd twitched a little and Elrond (who was hoping of news of his sons) gave a sigh. "I have much to say, and so does my husband Gimli, but first I must give you my father's message!"

Legolas cleared his throat, and then with mock superior expression, one that made him look just like Thranduil, he said: "Celebrimbor you Spider Spawn of the Shadow, if you worked on my crown instead of those thrice damned Rings like you said, my son would never have married a Dwarf. Once I am reborn you better start running because I am going to burry you in my forest and chop down the tree you become with my anger alone!"

There was a startled gasp of silence on the shores of Valinor, before Celebrimbor burst into peels of joyful laughter. Legolas smiled at his honorary uncle and laughed with him

"As you can see, father missed you very much"

[moistmailman]

*At the back of Beacon’s library*

Pyrrha, sitting at a table by herself: *completely engrossed by something*

Jaune, sneaking up from behind:.........*grabs her by the hips* Whatchu’ doing back here young lady? *kisses her cheek*

Pyrrha: *squeaks loudly while nearly jumping out of her skin*

Jaune: *laughs*

Pyrrha, blushing and pouting: J-Jaune! D-don’t do that. You nearly gave me a heart attack.

Jaune, chuckling: My bad. It’s just that it’s not everyday you can get the drop on the Pyrrha Nikos. *pulls up chair* So what are you doing back here all by your little self anyway?

Pyrrha, awkwardly: O-oh, uhm...I uhm....

*Jaune looks a the table to see a figure of a car with other pieces near it and an instruction pamphlet*

Jaune, raising an eyebrow: Wait, are you building a model car?

Pyrrha, blushing: M-maybe. I-it’s uhm.....it’s a model from Back To the Future.

Jaune: Back to the future? That old movie franchise from the dinosaur ages?

Pyrrha, slightly defensively: It’s not that old, but yes, that franchise.

Jaune: Oh my god. I can’t believe my girlfriend is such a dork.

Pyrrha, blushing: H-hey. I-I’m not a d-dork!

Jaune, snorting: Relax, I’m only joking....partially. Being a dork can be cute nowadays. I mean, you should know. You’re dating me of all people.

Pyrrha: *cutely pouts at her boyfriend’s teasings*

Jaune: So you bought yourself figure from the movie?

Pyrrha, smiling embarrassed: Well I wasn’t really planning on buying it. It’s just kinda happened. My dad randomly sent me a link to this because it was on sale. Next thing I know it was already in my cart.

Jaune: You dad sent you it?

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh yes! My dad’s also a huge fan. He’s the one who got me in the franchise. He took me to see all of them in theater; you see, the movies were playing in my neighborhood’s theaters because of one of it’s anniversaries, and my dad wanted to see them again. Although he also had to watch me while my mother was away, and instead of hiring a baby sitter he decided to just take me along with him.

Jaune, nodding: Oh?

Pyrrha, smiling giddily: I remember the first time seeing it. I was amazed the entire time. They were so fantastic and magical to me. I loved them so much. I asked my dad so many times to go see them again afterwards, and each time he did, at least for a week that is, then he grew tired of it. He had to buy me the DVD set so he could get one free day to himself. *chuckles* He used to make jokes about it on how he “accidentally created a monster”. I was so happy when I got the DVDs though. I’ve watch them so many times. Every day after school for like a month straight. My mother used to call me her ‘little time traveler’ and I also liked to pretended that I was time traveling in my blanket forts. I also— Eh?

Jaune: *chuckling*

Pyrrha: What’s funny?

Jaune, chuckling: Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never really seen you talk about something you this passionate about. It’s really dorky, but in a cute way.

Pyrrha: *blushes*

Jaune: So anyway, this is the car they used in the movies? Looks kinda weird.

Pyrrha: Yeah. The car model they used wasn’t actually that popular at the times. It was lacking behind compared to the other cars. It’s only became popular because of the movie franchise in fact. The only reason they chose the DeLorean in the first place was because Doc thought it looked stylish.

Jaune, raising an eyebrow: Doc?

Pyrrha: One of the main characters. He’s the one who made the time machine. He got the idea when he hit his head on his toilet while putting up a clock. He then wrote down the idea for the flux capacitor so he wouldn’t forget it. OH! Which is this thing right here!

*Pyrrha shows Jaune a tiny metal box that has a glass case in it, a Y shape object being inside it*

Pyrrha, with stars in her eyes: This bad boy is the reason why the DeLereon can go back in time in the first place. In order for it to work the car has to reach a speed limit of 88 miles per hour and requires 1.21 gigawatts to activate.

Jaune: *smiles at his rambling girlfriend*

Pyrrha: Originally the car ran on plutonium, which the Doc has to steal from a group of terrorists, who in returned killed him, forcing Marty to flee back in time in order to escape. Marty then— OH! I forgot about the main protagonist! Marty is a friend’s of Doc. He’s a high schooler he hangs out with. They never explained how they met in the franchise so it’s kinda up to speculations. Anyway, Marty is kinda a rebel like character. He’s not afraid to talk back to authority and fight someone, unlike his father; whose the complete opposite of his son.

Jaune, internally: God she’s so cute.

Pyrrha: Anywho, Marty goes back in time which kickstarted the whole movie’s events. He accidentally messed with the timeline and nearly erased his whole existence until he got his parents to fall in love at the dance, OH, and he technically invented Jonnny B Goode during the dance. After Marty saved his existence he went back to the present when he finds out that Doc actually survived because he was wearing a bullet-proof vest since Marty told him abou— oh gosh! I forgot to mentioned that Marty met past Doc as well! You see, Marty didn’t have the means to go back to the present, so he went to Past Doc’s house to get help. Obviously he didn’t believe Marty at first when he told him about it, until the boy showed him— w-Wait, why are you laughing again?

Jaune, chuckling: Cause of your ramblings. It’s adorable, I swear. I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s precious.

Pyrrha, blushes again: I just really like this franchise is all.

Jaune, smiling: Look, instead of telling me about the movies, you wanna watch them together instead?

Pyrrha, eyes instantly sparking with joy: Really? You want to?

Jaune: Of course. Why not? Sounds great. You watched all of the lord of the rings with me, so it’s the least I could do.

Pyrrha, happily: Oh gosh! I can’t wait then! I can get my dad to send me my DVDs and we can watch them immediately! I can’t wait!

Jaune: That sounds great. *stands up* Anyway, I think I should allow you to finish this model of yours.

Pyrrha, confused: My mode— oh! I forgot about the model I’m building. *slightly laughs in embarrassment* S-So is next week good for you?

Jaune: It’d be perfect. See you later. *leaves*

Pyrrha, smiling and waving: Bye. Okay, now let me finish this thing finally. *goes back to building the DeLorean

[jbreenr]

There's nothing left except

Pairing: tfatws!bucky barnes × reader

Summary: You stood for one more drink. now, you think that leaving with him might be worth it. Second part of Talk Me Out Of It.

Word count: 3.5k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), praise (???), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), insecure bucky and, i think that's it.

A/N: I started this thing as soon as i finished the first part, but i was not sure if i should post it or not. I decided to do it because i was so emotional while writing it so, yeah. Anyway, lmk what you think. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.

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“No way!” The incredulous way you said that had Bucky smiling. “You have a first edition of The Hobbit?”

“Yeah.” He laughed. “Let’s say that uhm, it’s been in my family for decades.”

The bottle of tequila was empty and long forgotten, Bucky drank more of it than you –because you wouldn’t stop laughing at his anecdotes, consequently leaving your drink aside most of the time–, but he didn’t seem as tipsy as he should have been.

After your friends left, the bartender approached you, asking if you wanted anything else, an offer Bucky kindly rejected for both of you which, added to Angie’s interruption, made you forget about your previous topic and start a new one, where movies and books drown the conversation. Asking him if he had ever seen the movies of The Lord Of The Rings, led you to that exact moment, telling him that you had always wanted a first edition of J. R. R. Tolkien’s books to add to your collection and how you wanted to put your head through a wall for that time you wasted the opportunity of buying the full collection of said books at an unbeatable price.

“Haven’t you thought of selling it?” You half jokingly asked.

He looked at you, contemplating your question. Not because he was considering it, but because it gave him an idea he should let out before he regretted it.

“No, it has too many memories to ever think about it.” You wondered what he meant by memories, but didn’t ask. “But, if you want, you can come to mine to give it a look. Only if you want to.”

You thought of his offer; he hadn’t hit on you as you would expect any other guy to do at a bar, his talk was pleasant and fun, and despite his imposing appearance, he proved to be a decent person since he tried to help you dry Angie’s dress and apologized for the accident.

“Yep, I want to.”

The smile he displayed was definitely one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen.

The walk to his apartment was not long, or you didn’t feel that it was. The conversation, alive and bubbling with humor all the way to his front door.

He let you in first, like a gentleman, closing the door behind him.

Looking around, you saw a half empty living room; one lonely grey couch stood in front of a TV and next to a small side table, no framed photos or any other kinds of decorations adorned the place, the window had its blinds closed, and the sink in the kitchen didn't have any dishes on it.

“You just moved in?” You thought out loud, feeling stupid the second the question left your lips. There were no boxes or bags anywhere.

“Something like that.” He left the keys in the aisle of the small kitchen and took off his jacket, revealing his long sleeve shirt. “Make yourself at home.” Pointing to the couch, he took a glass and poured some water on it.

You sat, placing your purse on your thighs and focused on the pillow and folded blanket that rested on the arm of the couch. Maybe he had a guest sleeping there.

The sight of his shadow made you look at him again. He was handing you the glass.

“I don't think I can drink any more liquid but, thank you.” You put the glass on the floor, next to your feet. “You sure you don’t want to take those off?” You pointed to his gloves, imagining the relief his fingers would most likely feel once he did so. “Not even in your own apartment? I’m not going to judge you.”

He watched his hands, his eyes, saying that he wasn't planning on doing it.

Slowly, he took the right one off and moved a centimeter or two to hide how he took off the left one. By the corner of your eye you caught a sparkly glint. Probably a ring.

“I--I'll go get the book.” putting his hand on his pocket, he spun and walked to, what you supposed, was his room.

You took a sip of water just to have something to do while he was back and not think about why he was so reluctant to show whatever it was he didn't want to show.

A couple of seconds passed when he walked back with a well preserved book in his right hand. Sitting next to you, he let you take it. His left hand, still hidden.

Suddenly, you were not interested in the book anymore.

“Is it that bad that you don't want me to see it?” You asked after analysing the cover of the book.

“I told you, it’s....”

“Complicated, I know.” Looking down at the book in your hands, you brushed the back with a finger. “I’m sorry if I’m being pushy. I better leave.” You left the book in the empty side table and tried to stand up, but he stopped you, making you sit again.

“No, wait.” His hand was now on display to you, five shiny, black fingers with golden lines asked you to stay where you were. Your eyes went from them to Bucky’s face.

“Is this what you were so scared to show me?” You took his hand in yours. Bucky could swear to God that he felt your touch.

“It’s worse than just this.”

“How worse?”

Silently asking for permission, you raised the sleeve only to find more black and gold as you went as further as you could, to his elbow.

“That’s the nicest part of it.” You stood from your seat to squat in front of him, careful not to rip the dress or fall on your ass thanks to the shoes.

Taking the hem of his shirt, you asked “Can I?”

He didn't answer but did nothing to stop you. You could feel his whole body tensing as you got rid of the fabric little by little. Your expectant eyes told him to raise his arms and he went to do it but regretted the decision almost instantly.

“I--”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” You repeated yourself as you did when a kid fell and scratched their knees, trying to calm them down.

His only answer was to close his eyes and raise his arms, allowing you to take the shirt off.

Your palms brushed the back of his biceps and when the shirt was finally off and his dog tags fell to his chest, you understood what he meant when he said that the forearm was not the worse part; Metal occupied his whole shoulder, its complexion was practically identical to his flesh arm, not having seen it, you would have thought it was (as you did back in the bar), it was a very well done work for a prosthesis, a kind of technology you had never seen. Though, pinkish scars were marked from the prosthesis to his chest, as if he had tried to rip it off more than once. Your heart sank at the sight. A heavy rock of concrete, sitting in your chest.

“Told you it was bad.” He said as your fingers gazed at the line where it was connected to him, which made you look at his face again.

You shushed him, not wanting to hear more and bringing your attention back to his insecurity.

Slowly, you grew closer to him, testing the waters. His eyes were fixed on you and his breathing was heavy, yet, he didn’t move an inch.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system acting, or your pathological desire of helping those who needed it, or both, but you couldn’t stop yourself from positioning between his legs and lean near to his clavicle to deposit a soft kiss on top of his scars.

He held his breath, not knowing what to do or how to react to your actions. His heart, thudding on his chest so loud that he was sure you could hear it.

Following the pattern of old scratches, you made your way to his neck with little pecks. Your hands, on his thighs to help you up, his, making fists, like trying to contain from doing something impulsive.

When you reached his cheek, you separated from him to look into his eyes. You soon found out that they were closed.

“Hey, look at me.” With the back of your hand, you caressed his jaw, his beard scraping you. “There's nothing to be ashamed of.”

He saw you, intense blue finding the deepest parts of your soul. His next words, extremely disconcerting you.

“That’s easy to say when you’re perfect.”

You snorted. Not because of how absurd his statement was, but because you couldn’t believe he thought so low of himself.

“I’m far from being perfect.” You said, not feeling a bit bad about it.

“I doubt that.”

Nodding and biting the inside of your cheeks, you stood up ready to prove him wrong. Taking your heels off and bending your arm back, you unzipped Angie’s dress. Its sound, catching Bucky’s attention. Locking eyes with him, you lowered the straps and started to strip out of it. The more skin you showed, the more Bucky wanted to confirm to you how perfect you were.

Finally, the dress rested pooling on your feet, leaving you in underwear for Bucky to admire.

“See?” Bucky couldn’t put his finger on whatever you were trying to show him. “Here, you see them?” Your finger traced a spot in your waist where some stretching marks were, peeking from your panties.

He focused on them, trying to comprehend why it was a big deal to you. “I don’t see the problem with them.” He said, defeated from looking for an explanation.

You squatted again. “That’s exactly my point. There’s nothing wrong with them, just as there’s nothing wrong with this.” You placed your hand on his prosthetic bicep and affectionately squeezed it, even though you knew he wouldn’t feel it. “It doesn't define who you are as a person.”

After those words left your lips, it was as if a strange force took over Bucky’s willing power, as if a voice in his head told him to do it. He took you by the back of your head and kissed you.

He took you by surprise, you sure were not expecting that reaction. Maybe a comment about how your cases were not the same, or him covering his arm and kicking you out of his apartment, but certainly, not that.

Once the shock was over and you were aware of the situation, you kissed him back. He tasted like tequila and lemon, like sorrow and loneliness. He was being gentle despite the abrubticity with which he started the kiss, as if he hadn’t had one in a long time and wanted to feel comfortable before escalating to something more passionate.

You fell to your knees and leaned closer to deepen the kiss, your hands, traveling from his chest to his abs, when your forearm brushed his jeans and he groaned, he separated from you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked out of breath.

“Nothing, I just…” He swallowed, trying to find the right way to put into words what he was thinking. “I’m sorry.”

He looked down, avoiding your eyes.

“For kissing me? Never apologize for a kiss.” Taking his chin, you made him look at the sweetest smile you could give. “Especially, for a kiss as great as that one.”

He contemplated you for a few seconds, drowning in the brightness of your eyes, the softness of your lips, the fact that you weren’t a bit scared about him.

“You really are perfect.” He let out in a whisper making you blush.

Biting your lip, you shortened the distance between your faces and dared to put your lips on his again. This time, the kiss was different. It was more confident, sloppier, almost desperate.

When your fingers reached for his belt he stopped you and broke the kiss again.

“I can't, I--. It's been… a long time since I don't do this.”

“Same as me.” The incredulity in his eyes was evident. You didn't know it, but he could beat you in that match. “Just let yourself go. I promise I'll stop whenever you feel uncomfortable, yeah?” You reassured him.

“Okay.”

With his aprobar given, you didn’t feel like treating him with extreme delicacy anymore. The thought of him reacting in a bad form disappearing as did his shoes, then his jeans and finally his boxers. All, during an encounter between your and his lips.

Looking down, you saw him. He was big. Big and already hard, and your mouth watered. Biting your tongue, you convinced yourself that it was a mission for another time –in case that there was another time.

You took off your panties and tossed them on top of Angie's dress careful not to hit the glass of water, keeping your bra on, and sat on Bucky's thighs, straddling him.

His flesh hand went to your hip when you reached for his cook and stroked a few times to get him ready. Soft sights fell from his mouth as your hand moved on him. His eyes were fixated on you, their beautiful blue, dulled by his black pupils. When he started leaking precum, you knew it was time.

Aligning his length with your entrance, you closed your eyes and slowly sank down on him, throwing your head back as he stretched you out. Your mouth, forming a perfect O.

Once you were full of him, you waited a few seconds to adapt to the new intruder, to get used to it so you could start moving to dissipate the slight pain it caused.

Unconsciously, your walls throbbed, and Bucky jolted forward, causing you to moan in surprise.

You placed your hands on his shoulders for support and started moving. Up and down, up and down. Leisurely riding him and feeling every vein brushing inside of you.

His left hand gripped the arm of the couch, vibranium fingers, digging on it probably leaving permanent marks.

“Here” Taking his wrist, you directed his hand to your waist.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His fingers refused to close.

Bucky knew that arm was made for destruction, even if it had been given to him by the wakandians. He confirmed that when he helped Sam fix the boat, brute force was the only thing that could be expected from it.

“You won’t.” Forcing his fingers, you finally got him to hold you, shivering as the cold metal touched your skin. “Yes, that's it.” You whined as he gently lifted and put you back down.

You could feel by how his fingers slipped a little that he was trying not to grip too tight, and you figured you had to distract his mind, to make him enjoy the moment and forget about whatever that worried him.

So you decided to take the lead, circling your hips and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You rested your cheek on his shoulder, slowly warming the prosthesis and hitting his skin with your hot breath. Feather-like kisses went up his neck until reaching his earlobe, where you shakily exhaled. Your movements, never stopping.

Spreading your legs wider, with your knees buried in the couch, you were able to go lower, only to be pulled back up by Bucky, the slight change of position, practically forcing him to hold you tighter. Repeating your previous action, you guided his right hand down in between your bodies and pressed his knuckles against your clit. You did it twice, three times, until he turned his hand and started playing it with his fingertips.

“God, you're great at this.” You moaned in his ear, feeling him tensing up at your words. His touch in your hip, growing stronger. “Don't stop.”

Separating your lips from the side of his face, you looked him in the eye. The frown on his brows and how he licked his lips said that your strategy was working, so you kept going.

“You feel good. So good.” And you were not lying. You had never felt as full as you did at that moment. Bending, you brushed your lips on his chin, little moans entering his parted lips when his fingers expertly circled your nub. “Please, go faster.” He drew away. You couldn't decipher his expression, it was not fear, not nervousness, it felt more like doubt. “Please, Bucky.”

Apparently, the desperation in your voice convinced him because he abandoned your bud to take your waist once again.

He began with your current rhythm, accelerating it gradually. The faster he directed the pace, the more force his hands put on you. When he reached the point of having you a whimpering mess with your hair falling to the front, hiding your still covered breast, he felt adventurous. Ungluing his metal fingers from you, his hand traveled to your back and undid your bra. Thanks to the intensity of your riding, the straps of the useless piece of cloth slipped down your arms. You stopped holding on to him for a split second as you got rid of it, only to go back to his shoulders and move your palms down to his biceps, where you squeezed, changing Bucky's attention from your bouncing boobs to your manicured hand.

The sight of your fingers trying to dig on the vibranium –not to stop him from strangle you, not to keep him from breaking your bones, but because you were enjoying something he was doing, something his arm was doing–, had him moving his hips up, meeting you in the middle and ripping a moan from your insides.

“Yes, just like that!” Throwing your head back one more time, you invited him to do it again. Which he did, repeatedly. Closing his eyes shut, he bit his lip, putting all his concentration in not being too rough, which you noted. “Let go. Stop fighting.”

That was his undoing. With a grunt, he moved his hands down to the sides of your thighs, where he holded with more force and dragged you down while shoving up. The confidence of his actions made you smile, the happy sigh coming from your lips, morphed into a series of rapid moans. Bucky’s thighs hit the back of yours with every encounter, each faster and deeper as you approached your release.

Your left hand flew to your clit as the other kept holding onto the warm metal of Bucky’s arm, and you started rubbing furiously, which almost made you stop your movements, which you would have done, had you not had Bucky’s help. Your back bent; the mix of sensations, being too much for you as you came.

Your orgasm was almost palpable. An explosion of energy breaking you into millions of pieces and putting you back together. The expansive wave, reflected in a scream Bucky muffled with a kiss. The aftershock, interrupted as he resumed his thrusts.

“Fuck.” He grunted in between kisses. Your walls clenched around him, trying to milk the life out of him. His grip on you faltered, his assault became erratic, and his length twitched inside of you.

Separating from his lips, you put your palms on each side of his face and made him look at you. The reassurance in your face, gave him the courage and motivation he needed to push in one more time, cuming inide of you, and taking an invisible, heavy rock off his shoulders he didn’t know he was carrying.

Still panting, Bucky dragged out of you, making you both moan at the loss of contact, and hugged your lower back to move and lay on the couch, you rested your head on his chest as he reached for the blanket and threw it on top of your naked bodies.

You were silent for a few seconds, just drowning on your after-bliss and the presence of one another until you remembered something.

"'Embrace it because it's a part of you. It makes you stronger and more beautiful than you already were. Accept it and you'll see how happiness takes over.'" Drawing the pattern of golden lines on his arm with your index finger, you quoted.

"What?" You looked up to see him in the face and smiled at his confusion.

"That's what I told her, the girl with the scar. And I stand by it."

Not knowing what to say to that, he simply asked, "Do you think that I could get your number?"

“James? James!”

Dr. Raynor's voice and fingers snap brought Bucky back to reality.

“Uh?” he focused his eyes on her, silently asking her to repeat the question.

“I asked you 'Who is Y/N?' You are meeting her again on friday.” She read Bucky’s text, emphasizing again. “Who is she?”

Bucky's next action surprised her. He smiled, and it didn't look forced or painful, it was a real, genuine smile stamped on his lips that got bigger as he said:

“She's my new friend.”

[rintarous]

fuckboy!suna

[ masterlist ]

kageyama | osamu | kita | tendou

my baby ++ my mind kinda loopy after reading killing stalking lmfao help me

suna the fuckboy

has a nice ring to it ngl

since he’s practically besties with the miya twins, you know this fool is gonna be accustomed to their antics

since him and the twins are like a package deal, they do shit together

even if it pains him, he’ll do it cs bro code and theyre just tight like that

at first he’s like “no wtf??” when he was first told abt the idea

but atsumu managed to convince him by saying “live a little you boring ass bitch”

and my dude LOVED it

he loved the attention

#attentionwhore

i picture him as this rich and lowkey bratty boy

so what he wants, what he gets

if he wants this specific person, he will get that person

no matter what it takes

probably already thought of 28931892 ways to get their attention

like kita, he has this appeal when he’s s i l e n t

cs he’s observing your daily actions

just like how a predator stalks its prey

how ironic it is that he looks like a fox lol

he also gets pretty bored easily

so if you’re a fling, you only last for like 2-3 business days with him then you’re out of the picture

it just works like that

if his flings decide to say the i love you word,,

he’s DEADASS just going to say “yikes”

just like the pic above ^^^

suna flings™: heart: crushed

suna: heart: breaker

its not his fault his flings fall for him hard

and i dont blame them

like he got looks, money, timid personality, etc

dream boy tbh

and then just like that, hes bored of u and now he’s onto another person

its a cycle

rinse, wash, repeat

also if you were a suna fling™ best believe you’re gonna get a few trinkets here and there

almost like a consolation gift from him that you caught his attention

LMFAOOOAOASFJSAKSAD

but if he really liked your company, he’s going to give his favorite food which is jelly fruit sticks or ice pops LMAFSKLDJAKLDJ

suna is just a big babie

but with,,,, an impressive appeal ASKJHASJD

the reason why he’s acting like this cs his great great love broke his heart

(atsumu only gave him a push to like finally let go or sumn but at least now we know this bitch has commitment issues)

to be fair, it was his fault to begin with but he never thought the day would come that you would leave him

he still remembers the day so vividly when you called him to meet up with you at the school gates

only to tell him that you were done with the relationship then u’re crying and shit and suna realized that he’s been neglecting you all this time

yeah that shit hurted huh

but what hurt you even more was the fact that after you broke up with him, he suddenly got this fuckboy reputation in school

anyway

time to time you and suna make eye contact in the hallways

as he is STILL your classmate

and you’d just roll your eyes then walk away leaving him all sad and shit

suna frowns seeing you breathing and shit without him and his mood worsens when his little suna fangirls are crowding him

bonus: atsumu: suna suna, tearing up: y/n used to call me that osamu: that’s because that’s your fucking name

a big chunk of him still wants you back

like who wouldn’t 

so maybe it was time to cut this fuckboy façade he had going on and try to reel you back in

he knows it wont be easy

HE DID NEGLECT YOU AS HE WAS GETTING BORED (of the relationship, never of u) 

not that he’d admit that or whatever haahah gotta keep that big boy pride

so one random ass day, he approaches you

“hey y/n”

“what do you want suna?” you say coldly

ouchies its been a long ass time since u called him suna

u used to call him rinrin or rin or taro or ro or babe

“aha nothing just checking up on u!!” he blurts out before he bolts out of the classroom leaving you like ????

“he’s probably already bored of his fuckboy act, tsk typical of him” you tsked, rolling your eyes as you pack shit into your bag as you move on to the next classroom 

since that interaction suna has been in a slump

where he doesnt want to do shit at all

like he just blankly stares down at all the people following, gawking over him

barely practices only unless kita forces him to

“i wonder what’s wrong with suna” osamu murmurs to atsumu as they sat down on the bleachers drinking water

“i heard he talked to y/n for the first time since their break up” atsumu replies

“he still wants her back huh” osamu comes to a conclusion 

“probably i mean, have you seen y/n? i’m surprised suna was able to sweep her away” atsumu smiles to himself, “if i were suna, i’d never let her go like fuck” 

too bad for the twins suna was listening the entire damn time

now he made it his mission to get you back

that and to get atsumu’s dirty hands off of you if he ever does get the chance to do so

suna starts small with his little plan to get you back 

like leaving anonymous letters at your locker

leaving you snacks and shit on your table when you weren’t looking

not very fuckboy of him but what else is he gonna do ???? he cant just walk up to you and call it a day 

he thinks he’s being secretive but you know your man

you caught on lmfao 

his handwriting was a dead giveaway and the fact he gives you jelly related snacks oh lord

not wanting to hurt his feelings, you just kept them for his sake

so gradually this went on for like several days

and now you get shit in your locker

homeboi still knows your password duh and u never changed it lol

you opened your locker and found a daisy sitting on top of your bento box 

tbh you were kinda touched that he still remembers the little things you like despite its been months since your break up

you felt someone staring at you and lo and behold as you turned around it was suna peeking from the corner of the hallway

(it was hard not to notice this dude is like 6′1 ft. tall) 

you caught his eye and you miraculously smiled at him

for what?? the first time in months?????

cue suna’s stomach exploding with fireworks

suna blushes and backs up from the corridor and rushes to his lunch table in peace

“ey someone’s happy” osamu comments as suna finally sits down with them

“its nothing, got a good grade at literature that’s all” suna quietly shares, still thinking about how beautiful your smile was

“pfft right.. like you’d look like you’re on cloud nine with a good grade” atsumu snickers, “who’s the lucky lady?” he wiggles his eyebrows

osamu gives him a look to which of course atsumu ignores

right off the bat you walked in the cafeteria with all your glory, with the daisy he gave you tucked in the front pocket of your blazer

suna’s eyes follows your figure as you sat beside your friends

atsumu starts whistling lowly, “dang y/l/n still looks beautiful as ever” he gives suna the side eye

and instantly suna’s mood took a 18- turn and now the dude was scowling

“i should ask her out” atsumu smirks, lowkey enjoying suna getting worked up

suna rolls his eyes and stands up and walks over to your table

“now look what you’ve done!” osamu scolds his brother

atsumu swats him away, “i did him a big ass favor” 

as you were chatting away with your friends, your friends suddenly stop talking and stared at something behind your back

“what?” you asked, turning around to see no one other than suna rintarou 

“he-”

and this mf kissed you 

IN FRONT OF EVERYONE iN THE CAFETERIA

“didn’t they break up?”

“doesnt suna have a new girlfriend right now or what?” 

hushed whispers from the inarizaki students when they basically witnessed the kiss

but you and suna didn’t care

what shocked suna is how you kissed him back

“if you wanted me back so bad then use your words, rin” you chuckled, pulling his necktie so he can sit next to you

“i’m sorry..” he squeaked, finding your hand under the table, “all i want is you and no one else” he murmurs, shying away from you

“i knew you couldn’t last being a fuckboy” you laughed, squeezing his hand. “tell atsumu his ass is done for” you rolled your eyes playfully but on the inside you were already thinking of ways to get back at atsumu

[chibiwritesstuff]

heyya yaaaa~! I just finished reading all of your works and lemme tell you, it’s all so nicely written! keep on going and don’t forget to take breaks when you need it, hm? alright, me stating facts about you and your writing talent aside— may I request lilia, floyd, ruggie and silver? Angst with a happy ending please? You can make it angst due to a misunderstanding or sumn. but oh well of course! that’s only if you don’t mind. Take your time dear, it’s not good to force yourself alright? bye~!

I see you saw the note that even I can’t find anymore that Lilia always gets a free pass on my 3 character limit XD. Thank you so much! I have long ways to be a decent writer but I’m glad you found my works nice. The one with Lilia is actually based on my own experience at work and I was told that’s an anxiety attack so uh... Also, I do kinda have to force myself or I’ll just keep focusing on work and not have time for myself which is writing.

(I swear all characters are treated equally and totally no favoritism... oh who am I kidding? Hail Lilia)

Warning(s): Mentions of an anxiety attack on Lilia’s part.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

At first, he thought you just need something for Jade which he doesn’t mind. Everybody needs help once in a while.

But lately you two have pretty much stopped seeing each other.

Anytime he asks the trouble trio, they always respond that you’re with Jade.

Excuse me, if you wanted to break up with him just tell it straight to his face?!

He’s honestly hurt though. He thought you two are hitting it off really well.

Once he confronts you about it, you’re in the kitchen of Monstro Lounge.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He looked so confused and enamored of your look with an apron on.

“Ruggie, I love you and everything but I’m in the middle of a shift right now.” You immediately replied as you see Azul tapping his wristwatch.

“You work here?!” He jerked back in surprise. “I thought you are having a tryst with Jade!”

Cue to you and Azul spit taking (away from the food, of course, you ain't unsanitary) while Floyd burst out laughing and Jade chuckling.

Yeah, turns out you’re the current cook in the lounge to save up some money to buy him a gift for your anniversary.

Psh, he knows that. He’s just testing you… yeah.

Feel free to tease him about it since he used to do it to you anyway.

Okay, surely you just need Vil for a question or two, right?

You keep making excuses to get out of his hair lately and he doesn’t like it at all.

Yet whenever Rook calls for you because Vil asked for it, you’re suddenly available.

His mood swings are worse than a pregnant woman’s so you better explain quickly.

“Floyd! I finally found you.” You greeted him three weeks after you two last have an actual conversation.

“Can’t talk right now, I’m busy. Why don’t you go back to Vil?” He snapped at you as he began walking away.

You merely blinked at his reaction and shrugged. “Okay, you gave me the go signal so don’t you go blaming me for it.”

“That wasn’t permission! Get back here and pay attention to me!”  He pouted and shook you violently. “Why do you always pay attention to Vil? I thought I’m your boyfriend?!”

“Well, my sense of fashion is wack so I thought I’d ask an expert.” You struggled to respond as you tried to hand over a box which made him stop shaking you. “Vil hooked me up to get these for you after being ordered around to do things… Happy anniversary… oh god I feel sick…”

“Eh?” He opened the box to reveal the Tenebres brand of shoes that he’s been wanting. “Shrimpy, thank you!!!”

Yeah, have fun trying to hold that nausea in because this eel ain't ready to let go just yet.

As much as Lilia is a great person to hang out with, he can be quite neglectful on certain things because of having too much fun.

You don’t show it that much but you do get anxiety attacks when you get surprised. While not severe it’s still quite a scary moment.

It doesn’t help that you’re carrying something very valuable and very fragile to Vil when he decided to pop out of nowhere upside down.

“What you got there, (y/n)?” He casually asked.

“Ah!”

A loud crash echoed in the hallway and your face pales up as Vil’s delivery is now on the floor, shattered. Just the sight of it is enough to send your thought spiraling as you can vividly picture Vil yelling at you for being careless and useless you can be. You are aware that your brain is exaggerating things but as your anxiety attack gets more prominent, the harder it is for you to breathe and rationalize which only made you panic. Your ears started ringing that you failed to hear Lilia calling out your name multiple times. You must have blacked out for when you regained your sense of focus and hearing, you can see a concerned Lilia hovering above you.

“Oh seven, my apologies little one.” He replaced the wet cloth on your forehead before continuing. “I should have known or at least notice you have anxiety attacks.”

When you’re feeling better, Lilia personally talked to Vil about the situation and offered to replace the said item.

Much to your surprise, Vil got mad at Lilia for causing your anxiety attack and even used his unique magic on the fae’s apron and favorite ladle.

Yep, the old man is currently banned from cooking. (Diasomnia sent Pomefiore their thanks that day.)

Nonetheless, Lilia is now careful about his random appearances and is now more attentive.

The downside is that he permanently has his dad mode on.

This man trusts you a lot.

He knows you won't force him to do things he doesn’t like and respected the fact that his main priority is to service Malleus. The same goes that you trust him that you love him and he won't force you to do things you don’t like.

So, when he saw you spend way more time with Deuce than him especially during his sword practice, he wasn’t pleased.

He’s rather blunt about it too that he just stops you in the hallway around other students.

“Why are you hanging out with Deuce too much?”

“He’s my friend, Silver. Of course, I’ll hang out with him when you’re busy.” You cocked your head sideways out of confusion.

He frowned, still not like the ache he feels in his chest. “Doesn’t mean you have to do it every time.”

“Hey, I don’t stop you from being with Mr. Draconia every time but I get restrictions? What happened to being fair to each other?”

“It's my duty to be around Lord Malleus, you on the other hand waste your time on someone else’s company.” He defended and straightened his posture unconsciously to assert authority. “If you have free time then watch me practice or something.”

“I did that before and I ended up falling asleep on the hard ground so you told me to do something else instead, remember?” You can't help but be hurt by the contradictions he spouting out right now especially since you two have garnered the attention of almost all the students nearby. “Can you take some time to cool down first before we talk about this again? I don’t want any misunderstandings to happen between us.”

“So you can go back to Deuce’s side already?” Anger slowly seeping into his visage but immediately disappeared with your hurt expression.

“Do you trust me so little…” You whispered not intending for him to hear. “You know what, fine. I’ll go to Deuce until you finally get your head straight.”

Let me tell you now, he feels everything just came crashing down. He never intended for it to cause a big rift between the two of you but at the looks of it, you two needed space.

The entire day this man will try to talk to you again but by some unknown force in the universe, there's always something preventing him to do so.

He’s so lost he can't even take a nap even in the comfort of the forest animals.

Deuce smacked him to his sense quite literally. Like, our delinquent boy just punched the living daylights out of this guy.

Deuce has to explain that you two are pretty much siblings when it comes to closeness and you’re always talking about him all the time.

Be prepared to be serenaded tonight, Silver ain't letting you leave him on a bad note.

Well, more like that’s what Lilia taught him to do since he was young.