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yeyinde · 2 years ago

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omg i just saw a tag on one of your recent posts saying you could talk all day about how the cod boys smell and i’m begging you PLEASE do!! i’m a huge fan of perfumes and one of my favorite things to do for characters is to compile scents that i think would fit them the best. i’m super curious what your thoughts are and i would love to hear more!

thank you so much for this!! i had a lot of fun with it! 🖤

Ghost: dead leaves, pine, cedar, fall air, laurel, balsam, smoke, clove bud, black patchouli, mushroom caps, dampened black soil. he smells like a thick, dense Pacific Northwest forest after a heavy rainfall or a piece of driftwood washed up on the shore — Roja Parfums APEX or Tom Ford Costa Azzurra

Soap: amber, violet, magnolia, guaiac wood, pink pepper, earl grey tea, steamed milk, vanilla, grass, clover, sun-warmed cornfields, muguet, honeysuckle, acacia, ozone, meadow air, tree moss, oakmoss, fir balsam, lavender, and cumarin (which smells like freshly harvested hay). he smells like a field in the zenith of summer, maybe freshly cut grass; something sweet and rich — Dolce&Gabbana Intenso or Viktor & Rolf Spice Bomb

Price: tobacco, agarwood, whiskey, resins, white musk, leather, vetiver, sandalwood, amber, suede, mysore sandalwood, vanilla husk, chamois accord, Alaskan cedarwood, tobacco leaf, black oak, cardamom, saffron threads, miel blanc. he smells like a pub that's always empty or an antique store; thick with smoke, and heavy with leather and tobacco — Tobacco Oud, Ombrè, or Tobacco Vanile by Tom Ford

Gaz: orange, Italian lemon zest, green apple, tonka beans, amber, woody vanilla, tuberose, iris, tiaré, paperwhite narcissus, night-blooming jasmine. he smells like the coast in the spring; sage and sea salt — Versace Eros or Frederic Malle Musc Ravageur

Alejandro: spicy (almost cola-clove-y), resinous, premium myrrh accord, frankincense, oud, myrrh, bergamot, neroli, patchouli. he smells a little bit like being on the balcony of a nightclub: fresh air cut with the thick tang of spice and smoke wafting through the open doors or the ocean on a humid summer night after a rainshower soaked the sand — Giorgio Armani Acqua di Gio or Ralph Lauren Polo Earth

Rodolfo: strong coffee, streusel coffee cake, nutmeg, brown sugar, toasted almonds, cardamom, ambergris, cashmere wood, vanilla, saffron. he smells like a cafe in the morning, sweet and robust; or a bookstore —Byredo Vanille Antique or Maison Francis Kurkdjian Baccarat Rouge 540

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gigiprinceton · 1 month ago

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After an amazing day yesterday, the following morning Fluffy and I boarded a train once again and this time we are headed to the Famous Bukovel Resort in the Carpathian Mountains Fluffy tells me.. This is going to a much welcomed trip, compared to all the walking around we’ve been doing in the hustling and bustling cities.. I tell you, I’m ready to be lazy for some needed rest and relaxation for a change…

Our train ride took around 12 hours and with all that time we enjoyed chatting, eating, and meeting many new and interesting people… Mostly though, I enjoyed spending my time reading, and just looking out of the window allowing life to pass me by while enjoying the beautiful scenery as it flew by..

In the early evening our train pulled into the Tatariv-Bukovel station in the small town of Polyanytsya.. When we disembarked Fluffy and I had to hurry up to catch our bus that would take us to the resort… Another beautiful trip as I was mesmerized by all the rivers and lakes surrounded by these majestic mountains..

As we stepped off the bus, I could smell the fresh, clean mountain air, mixed with the incredible smell of pine all around.. “This is truly God’s Country” I thought to myself..

Fluffy booked us into one of the beautiful wooden log chalets.. The views of the mountains were spectacular not to mention that the ski runs were literally a few steps from our front door..

After a quick bite to eat, we decided to go for a hike since it was still early in the day, so we set out to explore a nearby forest.. I mean I’ve hiked before, but not like this.. Even though I knew I was at a resort, I truly felt as if I was in the wild.. As we hiked trough the forest on paths that were barely visible, I couldn’t help but think this is a bird lovers paradise for we beautiful saw golden eagles gliding above us in the sky in search of prey, and heard the distinctive drumming of woodpeckers making their nest holes in the trunks of trees, and heard all around us the melodious songs of the song thrush…

We discovered beautiful mountain springs bubbling up from the ground which fed into mountain waterfalls.. We came across spectacular flowery meadows that were rich in berries and mushrooms…

Fluffy explained to me… “That the berries and mushrooms here are considered to be the greatest treasure of the Carpathian mountain region and are often referred to as the "Carpathian Gold"… Fluffy continued.. “That among these ancient trees and springs; they grow rich in minerals and nutrients”... I listened intently as I sat eating a handful of wild raspberries…

When we returned to the hotel, after our amazing day Fluffy and I decided to relax a little and he suggested that we sit in the hot tub.. I looked outside and told Fluffy that we don’t have a hot tub, He chuckled a little, pointing to a huge round vat outside on our porch full of water.. Fluffy gathered up some firewood and placed it under the vat and then lit it.. After about an hour the water was ready.. I wouldn't say the water was very hot, but sitting in it with good company, and a glass of wine in hand was quite relaxing…

After a good night’s sleep, the following morning Fluffy and I set out to do a little hiking and mountain climbing...

Our resort offers the use of their ski lifts for a wonderful aerial scenic tour up to the top of their ski runs as well as hiking and climbing combination tours to different summits in the area which we took full advantage of..

Fluffy and I chose to hike up to the top of Mt. Hoverla which is the highest mountain in Ukraine at 2061 meters.. But not before enjoying an amazing scenic view of our surrounding area by riding 30 feet off the ground on the ski lift to the top of their highest run..

It was a beautiful sunny day as we began our trek up the mountain.. The air was cool and refreshing on this October day as we made our way up through the forests of pine and beech trees, rocks covered in green moss which shimmered under the sun… Along the way we came across more spectacular flowering meadows, beautiful brooks, waterfalls, and pastureland... We ate berries along the way, chatted about our lives at home, and of the fun that we have shared so far..

When we finally reached the top, which felt like forever by the way, we were both amazed and simply floored by the breathtaking panoramic view.. So much stunning beauty of this whole region all around us..

After about an hour resting admiring the beauty, I finally asked Fluffy when the helicopter is coming to pick us up…. “No helicopter”.. he replied with a grin “We go back down the way we came up”.. “Don’t worry, we’ll make a strong Ukrainian woman of you yet”…

I grumbled.. “What? No Lift Either”? All Fluffy could do was laugh the whole time when he caught me grumbling to myself while we picked up our things and began our long journey back down the summit..

*Note to Self*: No More Mountain Climbing without Optional Transportation..

By the time we got back to the chalet it was almost sundown and I had to pack yet for my train to Poland and my flight home tomorrow.. So after our showers, Fluffy and I relaxed and sat down to an exceptional final dinner of Borscht, which had fast become one of my favorite meals while here in Ukraine… We made a toast to each other at the end of the night while we sat by the fire, and vowed that we would get together and do something like this again real soon, and I told him that he is always welcome to visit me in the United States… And that it will be my turn next time to show him around..

And with that, we fell asleep in each others arms laying in front of the fireplace while reminiscing about all the fun times we spent together..

With Gratitude, Credit, and Many Many Thanks to @fluffyfaza

A Great Big Thank You to Everyone who participated in helping me to make this the Best Virtual Vacation Ever..

@softsmooth69 @dryndelicate @fluffyfaza @alyssa-ai @celestmilena @angelmiledg @danni-gurrl @amazonqueencindy @bob--and--friends

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jungle-angel · 10 months ago

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Spring Writing Prompts

It's finally hit, the spring fever is raging out of control and I'm in desperate need of sunshine, blooming flowers and green grass (lol). Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem's Lot, Press Play and Lessons In Chemistry.

Going outside and looking for the first signs of spring

Making a flower crown for their s.o

Picnic in the grass

Reading Peter Rabbit to the babies

Baby animals

"I picked these for you on the way home"

Waking up and hearing the birds chirping

Morning walk in the field

"Looks like someplace the elves might've lived"

Finding a fairy ring in the woods

"Might finally be warm enough for the thinner quilts on the bed"

Repairing old quilts from the attic

Warm tea for seasonal allergies

A shortcut to mushrooms

Pressing flowers

The contents of their s.o's nature journal

Tending the beehives and gathering the honey

Windchimes in the breeze

Dancing barefoot in the woods with their s.o

Getting the garden ready

"Darlin we almost bought out the garden section.......again"

Building a little village for the mice that live in the garden

Making a new dress or clothes from an old set of drapes

Muddy feet and shoes

Gathering berries and fruits in the orchards

Their favorite spot in the meadow

Feeding the highland cows (or cows in general) in the pasture

The secret garden no one else knows about

Taking in the smells of the flower garden

"Looks like the birdhouse finally has some occupants"

Painting a scene from a fairy tale outside

Shearing the sheep and spinning the wool

Scattering fallen flowers in the creek with their s.o

A little forest visitor using their s.o's hat as their bed for a nap

Fixing an old cottage and making it their home

Spring baking

Decorating for Easter

Making their s.o a cool peach tea after they've been in the field all day

Warm herb or flower bath at night

"This place reminds me of The Shire"

Fresh flowers for the morning

Tying flower sprigs on the baby's crib posts

Gathering water from the handpump

Hanging out by the pond in the yard

Sleeping with the windows open because it's almost the threshold of summer

Planting flowers for their elderly neighbor

Painting Easter eggs with the babies

Cleaning up the garden

Fixing the old stone birdbath

Hanging the wash on the clothesline to dry

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spotsupstuff · 1 year ago

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Dyou associate any smells or tastes with your ocs?

I think caper would taste like pomegranates (or just capers lol)

And haboob looks cheesecake flavored

Sparrows smells like fresh cut grass and rain maybe

Spore is obvious

And I'm not sure about the others

hmm............ Euros keeps reminding me of either raspberry or strawberry jam, mostly cuz of his colors and cuz he's usually a sweet guy. also jams are hardwires into my brain as Slavic Things™ cuz of cartoons n technically speaking, with the RW map over real world map thing, Euros n Sparrows r russian so like... brethren...... he'd ALSO smell like a strawberry/raspberry jam. really strong sweet smell

Sparrows is blueberry and her smell would be wind in meadows in early morning. something very timid that falls into the background of perception

Haboob is a green olive!!! or pears. both smell n taste

Boreas smells like thunder and lighting- basically rain but way more oppressive and powerful and electrified. taste would prolly be like licking keys or smth like that, no actual food

Zephyr smells like cut grass to me! combined with ferns and a little brook. OH also coniferous trees!!

Notos smells like the night or a cave. very cold. her taste is like bitter purple grapes that makes you scrunch up your face n everythin

Orion is obivous (milk Orion choclate but also this sweet called Mila actually), Spore is specifically champignons on a pizza, NAE smells like vanilla, Expiation is a bubbly grape soda, Gem like a forest full of water and her taste is like red semi-sweet wine and like Vinea (local soda drink that mimics wine with coloration so kids can join their parents in Them Cheers) when she's actually being nice

#spot says stuff #rw #oc tag #Boreas Specifically is very loud to me. hes like biting into a door handle. yes ive bitten a door handle many times in my life

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feyofmay · 1 year ago

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Hello!! I absolutely love your writing and was so excited to see your requests are open!! 💛 I was wondering if i could request a platonic amy march x reader (gn or fem is absolutely fine) with the prompt "i missed you so much". i was imagine maybe reader had been travelling for a while or just hadn't been spending much time with amy recently, and they both miss eachother alot and just have a fluffy reunion! though of course feel free to go whichever direction inspiration takes you!!!! (i also don't mind whether its just best friends or reader and amy are siblings, though i am very biased to the latter)

Even if you don't end up writing this, thank you so much for the things you have written because I'm absolutely in love with them!!!! and of course an extra big thank you if you do write this!!!!

— aubrey!! (@yokolesbianism/aubeystawby) 💛💛

AWWW tysm!! Literally you’re the sweetest & it warms my tiny little heart!! Of course I will write your little request, but I made it a little different. (for flavor ;0)

Word Count: ~800

(not edited, so there’s some grammatical errors. sorry not sorry)

The ache of the youth spent in the twisting thorns of blackberries & dashing madly down dusty paths like deer fleeing from the maw of a greater beast is not felt until, when waking up one morning, her bones are stiff & wooden. As if, if she were to bend her elbow, she could hear a creaking sound from the rusty nail between her two joints. Ever since Amy had left for France to pursue her dream of becoming a great artist,- one who, in her triumphant cries, “would rival Renoir and Boticelli and Thomas Lawrence!”- y/n, the youngest March, has awoken to the splintering ache of an accosted youth.

To say she misses her sisters is an understatement to the highest degree. Everything is far too quiet without the constant chirping of her sisters, a never ending symphony of adolescent conundrums & complaints. Once an eternal twilight, with her sisters playing the role of singing cicadas, the morning had risen with their departure from the best. Several things, which she previously thought were silent, have now shed their fear, & the appliances remind her of her creaking bones with their squeals & whines. The only thing that ever eased her mind was Beth’s piano, a reminder that, although her sisters have grown, she still remains young & a girl.

However, one early morning, the noise of chittering like field mice in a barn snuck in from underneath her door. Like a puppet, her wooden bones acted in the same order that they always have. Planting her feet on the ground, she threw her- well, it was first Marmee’s, then Meg’s, and then Jo found it far too “girlish”, so it was lastly Amy’s- shawl, a soft blue & green woolen piece, to keep herself from freezing in the morning sun.

“Marmee! What’s with all the clamor?” Y/N shouts out as she rubs the last grains of dreams quickly forgotten, a gift from Sandman in the night. Their voice is scratchy like an itchy wool scary as they waddle toward their door. Before Marmee can even consider replying, a shrill squeal fills the house.

“Sister! How I’ve missed you!” the shriek makes the wallpaper curl into itself, & the pounding noise of, what can only be assumed to be, heavy iron weights plummeting onto their creaking wooden stairs grows closer & closer to the half-awake Y/N. Immediately recognizing that voice before she can even register the smell of fresh air streaming in from her open window or the sticky feeling of morning dew on her face, Y/N snatches the door knob & swings it open wildly with reckless abandon.

There, standing before her, in a voluminous, almost cartoonishly large crinoline skirt with tiers upon tiers of ruffles & lace-trimming in differing shades of porcelain blue & silver, her sister & part of her soul, Amy, stands before her like a statue carved from marble & opal. With a toothy grin that reminds Y/N of all the long summer days spent rolling around in the vibrant green grass by the meadow, Any doesn’t waste a second as she barrels towards Y/N & catapults her arms around her little sister, who is unsure if she’s simply still dreaming or actually awake.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you! I’ve missed you so so dearly! All I could think of was how I wished you were beside me. Oh, I’ve so much to tell you! ” Amy rambles on as she digs her face into the nest of locks that rests upon her sister’s head like a rabbit burying into fresh earthen dirt. Curling her fingers around the poofy & seemingly floating sleeves that hug Amy’s sleeves in ways Y/N didn’t know was even possible, the cool touch of the soft, buttery linen kisses her fingers like a distant memory of childhood that’s been lost to the breeze. The fabric leaves a tingling sensation that reminds her of the bells that decorate the Church during Christmas time.

As the folds of linen ripple between her fingers, it’s then she finally feels her mind recenter. The colors around her bloom like the first day of spring, & everything falls into focus. Amy is back. She is real & home & here, in her arms. Slowly, Y/N tepidly wraps her arms around her sister & presses her face into the fabric of her dress. Something hot dribbles down her cheeks, & her silent tears collapse into Amy’s dress. The rust melts off of her joints as she feels her youth soak back into her bones. Her sister, her person, is home.

“I missed you, as well, sister.”

#little women 2019 #little women #little women fanfiction #louisa may alcott #amy march #amy march x reader #florence pugh #mayifey

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coyoteincense · 6 months ago

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hello! may i ask you for recommendations? though i have two wild sexy colognes i wear on dates (wolf brothers Boar and Bear. Boar if it’s flirty, Bear if i mean business), i’d like to have a light, clean, warm and easy everyday fragrance i could wear to uni. any combo of these notes would work for me: grass, moss, soap, myrrh, beeswax, bergamot, tonka bean, maybe a little white floral.

i appreciate your knowledge and willingness to share it! 💛

omg i actually really like the wolf brothers fragrances! i've been meaning to try their goat one soon it looks lovely...

here are some recommendations! :)

virginia by strangers parfumerie

very vibrant and fresh, yet still earthy (which i assume you're into based off of your other fragrances!). however, the earthiness is mostly light and grounded. genuinely morphs over time throughout the day, but overall it smells like a fresh meadow of wildflowers!

lost in heaven by frencesca bianchi

the cumin is pretty forward with this one, but i definitely don't hate it. the amber goes very well with the beeswax! sort of warm, spicy and woody, yet with a touch of natural sweetness and powdery white floral. deliciously musky

sunday cologne by byredo

a sort of soapy, fresh green citrus. sort of weak admittedly, so you might want to layer up with it or be prepared to re-spray, but it's a good inoffensive clean soapy bergamot-driven fragrance! pretty formal and classy

myrrh & tonka by jo malone

jo malone has yet to make an appearance on my blog i believe, but i don't hate the house! this one is actually one of my favorites that i've tried from them so far. very warm and deep, but the creamy tonka bean and vanilla is so good with the myrrh in this. it is powerful, so a few sprays is more than enough to last you the day, but it smells so yummy.

admittedly this might be too deep if you're looking for a more lighter fresh one, but since you like myrrh and tonka bean i figured i'd include it

gardenia by penhaligon's

now this is a peak light fresh white floral green fragrance! it is pretty sweet. very clean, super heavy on the white floral, but the citrus and musk notes balance it out very well. gardenia is the main face for this fragrance, but i think it's complex enough to let the other notes shine through as well

lazy sunday morning by replica

this is one of the nicest 'soapy' fragrances i've tried. it smells like you just washed your whole bedsheets and blankets and laid down to inhale the fresh soapy scent. the pear and rose are really nice. i'm not usually into floral scents, but i enjoy how clean and comforting this one smells

and lastly, the greening wood by alkemia!

i also recommend the scents of wood house if you like wolf brothers

#prompt

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alcamcat · 1 year ago

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Hey, I tried to write a little fluffy comfort piece for you. It's not very long but I hope you like it!

Rain. When she looked out the window, she could hardly see anything because thick raindrops smeared the window. Gray, dense clouds hung low over the city and although it was only morning, it was nearly dark outside. She sighed softly. She was looking forward to going to the park with Erik, strolling along the lake and having a small picnic on one of the many meadows. The week had been stressful and she was in desperate need of some relaxation. She had not expected that the weather would thwart her plans.

But Erik hadn't let the weather upset him. While she'd complained that it wasn't even worth getting out of bed, he'd insisted that she get ready and dressed. In return, he had promised to make her pancakes for breakfast, which, together with a loving kiss on her forehead, finally motivated her to get up.

But when she was standing in the kitchen half an hour later, there was no trace of Erik. She saw pans in the sink, the kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and something sweet, but her boyfriend was missing. A little confused, she made her way back to her room. As she passed the front door, it opened and Erik appeared in the doorway, armed with an umbrella.

"Ah, are you ready, princess? Wonderful. Come on, I want to show you something." He held out his hand in a welcoming gesture. When she cocked her head and looked at him questioningly, he gave her a bright smile. Before she could ask what he was up to he said "I have a surprise for you princess! Don't worry, it's not far." With these words he opened the front door again, opened the umbrella and put his arm around her.

"Wait, I don't have any shoes on..." she tried to stop him, but Erik seemed unimpressed, just lifted his leg to show her that he was barefoot too and pulled her under the umbrella and into the pouring rain.

Despite the weather, the muddy ground felt pleasantly warm under her feet as Erik led her through the garden. They hadn't walked even a minute when she finally recognized the gazebo. Even from afar she saw the chain of lights that was attached below the roof and bathed the pavilion in a pleasant, warm light.

"What did you...?" She saw Erik smile out of the corner of her eye but didn't get to finish her question as he led her up the steps of the gazebo.

The entire gazebo had been cleared and Erik, probably with the help of his brothers, had laid a green artificial turf on the ground. She vaguely remembered James buying the turf when he and Matthew were trying to get interested in the game of golf.

In the center lay a blanket on the artificial grass with a picnic basket on it. Only now did she hear the soft piano tones that accompanied the rain through a portable speaker. And of course, she recognized the song.

It was the same piano piece that Erik had played for her when they first met. She was still distracted from looking around and realizing what Erik had done to surprise her when he gently took her hand. He had set the umbrella aside and hugged her as she turned to face him.

"May I ask for this dance?" Moments later, she began to move with Erik to the beat of the piano music, enjoying feeling him tightly embraced.

Only after the next piano piece had ended did he let go of her and they sat down. Curious and with a smile on her face, she watched Erik as he took more and more delicacies from the picnic basket in addition to pancakes and spread them out on the blanket in front of them. Then he leaned against the pavilion's stone balustrade and she slid over to settle between his legs on the blanket.

He put an arm around her from behind, she felt his body warmth on her back as he took a strawberry from one of the bowls and held it to her lips. Even as she heard the sweetness of the strawberry, she heard his soft voice in her ear

"You looked so sad because we can't go to the park today, princess. I hope this picnic will make up for that a bit." A light kiss followed on her temple and she turned her head to smile at him. Because even if the rain didn't seem to stop anytime soon, with a partner like Erik, it didn't matter what adversities tried to spoil her day. He would always be there to put a smile on her face.

I'm still working on replies its just slow going at the moment.

With that said could someone please write me a fluffy comfort fic with Erik? My day has been completely and utterly shit as I've failed to get my drivers' license for like the 5th time despite knowing what I'm doing and the instructor yelled at me which just brought all of my trauma front and center for me (hence why I failed again) and I'm just desperately in need of something comforting right now while I try to drown my bullshit in fudge and chocolate ice cream.

I'll write something in return for anyone who can do this if you want I just really need some comfort ya know?

#seduce me the otome #seduce me erik #fluff attempt

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saberdeity · 3 years ago

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Geralt being all protective over a sunshine!reader who just runs after butterflies and shit like ARGH omg adorable

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 - 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

pairing - geralt of rivia x fem!reader

summary - you had always been so innocent, so pure and fragile. Geralt couldn't help but be protective over you.

warnings - none (if I've missed anything please kindly let me know :) )

a/n - Hi! Thank you so much for requesting this! I haven't written anything like this before so I really hope you like it! Any feedback is greatly appreciated 💗 thank you for reading

Geralt was temperamental at times, his patience wore thin easily but under the tough exterior he was simply a giant teddy bear. He cared for others more than he liked to admit and more than he probably should. He was always told that Witchers shouldn't feel any form of human emotion which is why he was always confused when he did. As he grew closer to you, every part of his training about emotion went straight down the drain, he just couldn't help himself.

Geralt was always mesmorised by your innocence, your ability to brighten even the darkest of rooms with just one smile and your ability to see the positive in anything. Nobody had described him the way you did, everyone usually said he was a grumpy old git who didn't have a lot to say but when he met you and you described him as caring, passionate and determined, his outlook changed completely.

You'd always travelled with Geralt and the bard when he was around. Of course he'd always hidden you whilst he was out killing monsters, you knew what he did and you supported him when you could by gathering supplies and getting supper for upon his return. You both worked like a well oiled machine and it was the perfect set up for you both.

He'd just finished a job in the nearby town. The sun was shining high in the sky as you both decided it was the perfect weather to begin travelling again to find the next job. You sat upon roach as Geralt led you both. He preferred It to be this way, occasionally he would sit behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold onto Roach's reins but his preference was walking. He said he could keep his eye on everything and it was the quickest way to get you away from danger.

Geralt would protect you with his last breath, nothing in the world would stop him from keeping you safe. You walked through a meadow, something you very rarely came across on your journeys.

The peppermint green grass was fresh at a medium length. The many types of flowers beautifully flowing in the fresh breeze. You took a deep breath the pollen rich hair causing goose bumps to crawl onto your skin.

"Geralt may I get down? I want to look at something?" you asked sweetly, your voice soft to reduce the risk of disturbing any of the hidden wildlife.

"Yes but do not go too far" Geralt says softly in return, offering you a small smile as he helped you down from Roach. Just like the gentleman he'd always been.

You skipped over to each of the flowers, smelling each of them as a wide smile of pleasure crept onto your face. You picked a few, placing them in the strands of your braids you'd spent time on in the morning. You were suddenly distracted by the small sound of fluttering wings, you looked up from the ruby red flower you were scenting to find a pure white butterfly flying in the wind. You gasped with glee, quickly running after the butterfly as you giggled along. You couldn't remember the last time you had seen a butterfly.

Geralt called your name as you jogged off, he quickly followed in pursuit until he heard a scream. Geralt had never run so fast when he saw you running in his direction. You quickly hid behind him, you arms and legs shaking with fright as you gripped onto him tightly

"what's wrong my dove, what did your pure eyes see?" He whispered softly, keeping on the look out for anything coming towards you

"T-there was rustling in the bushes when I chased the butterfly" you explained as they began rustling again just as you approached. Geralt quickly tucked you away behind him, his hand resting on the blade he had glued to his side.

The Hirikka finally revealed itself, it's big doe eyes looking between the two of you. Geralt noticed the same look of innocence he saw in your smile when you noticed the kind- eyed creature in front of you. The fear dissipated in an instant as you moved from behind him. Geralt still kept you close, Hirikka's were rare and he couldn't predict what could happen.

"it is okay little dove, he's probably just hungry" Geralt smiles, his stance relaxing.

"do we have anything we can give him?" You ask, wanting to do everything you could to help the creature from its starving state.

Geralt pulled out some fresh meat he'd caught that morning, he was saving it for the rest of the journey but there was always something else you both could consume to keep you going until the next town.

"here give him this, but careful, I'll come with you! Stay here roach" Geralt instructs as he hands you the meat.

You carefully reach out your hand, the creature taking the meat from you quickly. He seemed more scared but when you smiled, Geralt swore he could see the creature smile too. The creature ran off back into the bushes.

Geralt swore to protect the innocence you held from that moment on, even after everything the two of you had been through you still held hope and happiness in a world Geralt wasn't sure deserved it.

#geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #henry cavill

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linasofia · 2 years ago

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Into The Woods

Part 2

Fandom: Uncle Vanya (2020)

Relationship: Dr Mikhail ”Misha” Astrov x Female OC

Warnings: 18+

Words: 2,2K

A/N: This is part 2 of a fic I wrote for the Armitage Summer Splash event. You can read the first part here.

@legolasbadass & @lathalea This is for you! Thanks for all your feedback.💚💚

Faint rays of light find their way through the thin curtain and wake me much too early. The calming sound of raindrops against the window makes me pull the duvet closer to my chin. It is not heavy rain, I can tell by the soft sound, but an innocent summer rain, and its only purpose is to give nature a life-giving glittering blanket over its green fields. I turn away from the window but the curtain is not thick enough to block the light out. The room is small, there is only room for a bed, a nightstand and a small dresser but I’m glad I got to sleep in a real bed tonight and not on a mattress in the main room, which last night looked more like a dormitory at a summer camp than the sleeping area for a group of adult academics. When I stumbled to bed, I left the window in my little room ajar and now, my head is grateful for the morning air. I stretch my body on the bed and massage my temples. We had fun last night. The food and wine were exquisite, the combination of family, dear friends and colleagues turned out to be a genius idea, and the singing and dancing went on long after the midnight sun had nudged the horizon. But today I pay the price for all decadence.

I smile at the memory of Misha trying to get a word with my brother after we returned from our secret adventure in the forest. With a sweet blush on his bearded cheeks, he explained on our way back to the cabin that he was a little old-fashioned. Misha was not really seeking my brother’s approval but he wanted to tell him face to face, rather than Nikolay finding out in another way. But my brother was the center of everyone’s attention, as he should be on his birthday, and never understood Misha’s request for a private conversation.

The sound of gentle drops finally drives me out of bed and with a sigh, I search my bag for something to slip on while I visit the bathroom. Everybody seems to be asleep, and when I walk on silent feet the few meters to the bathroom I try to be as silent as I can. I notice the door to Misha’s bedroom is closed and I assume he is sleeping, just as the rest of the cabin. My head feels heavy and I rest it in my hands as I sit down and do what I came for, inspired by the dripping against the windowsill. Maybe a short walk in the light rain and a healthy dose of fresh air can make the situation better. I drink water directly from the tap, quickly brush my teeth and then leave the bathroom. The front door is not locked and I manage to sneak out unnoticed. Once again I leave my sandals indoors, this time to avoid them getting ruined in the wet grass. The summer-child in me is awake and nature calls my name. If it was not for the drumming against my temples, I would run through the high wet grass and let it tickle my sun-kissed calves. But instead, I walk, enjoying the feeling of light rain on my bare arms, not caring about the fabric of my dress slowly getting soaked. My bare feet carry me to the area where the meadow turns to forest and I stop on the small trail to take in the smell of wet pine and soil.

”We have to stop seeing each other like this.” The dark, familiar and slightly amused voice behind me instantly makes me spin around and Misha’s sapphire eyes greet me. His gaze is warm when he lets it follow my body’s curves and I realize that my dress at this point is probably showing him much more than I would be comfortable with if we had not been intimate last night. He wears the same trousers as the day before but his soiled shirt has been replaced with a clean navy one. In the rain, it slowly takes the same shape as his body and I could get drunk again just by looking at him.

”What are you doing here? I thought I was the only one awake.” I really thought I was. Not that I’m disappointed to see him, only astonished.

”I was laying on the porch swing under the big oak. I like resting there, the pillows are very comfortable. The old oak’s crown of leaves works as mother nature’s protection and is a good addition to the small roof of the swing. It keeps the rain away.” He gives me a warm smile that makes his eyes glitter more than the drops of rain falling from his hair. ”You can guess how surprised I was when I saw you walking out in the rain.” His hands gently brush over my upper arms. ”Especially dressed like this.” You should have borrowed my raincoat, or at least an umbrella. They are just by the door.”

”I’m fine,” I tell him. ”I love the feeling of summer rain and I don’t want to hide from it under a piece of water repellent fabric.” Misha bursts into laughter. Then he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. When his lips meet mine in a tender kiss I hug him back, like I am afraid this vision standing in front of me, in clothes that now cling to his body, might disappear. With a low groan, he deepens our kiss, his tongue finds its way between my lips and his hands become more eager as they caress my back, my waist and finally the top of my thighs. I moan softly as he pulls the fabric up and reaches for my naked skin. His large hands squeeze gently at the soft flesh of my hips and when he looks me in the eyes, it’s like opening the window to his soul. The sincerity in his eyes almost knocks me over and, together with the heat his hands create on my body, he enchants me once again.

”You are really special, I have never met anyone like you.” His voice is husky when he speaks and his chest is so warm, even if his shirt is just as wet as my dress. His voice is filled with longing, the same longing runs in my veins and my whole body aches for him. He runs his hands over my hair and kisses me again and when his tongue dances with mine I can’t help thinking that this man was made for me. I’m amazed by how well we fit together. He breaks the kiss with a displeased grunt.

”We can’t stay here in the rain. I would love to go back inside, take off your beautiful but soaked dress, put you in my bed and make love to you. But I don’t think that is the smartest way to wake the rest of the guests.” He gives me a smirk that makes him look playful. I know he is right. Teasingly I run my fingers through his hair at the back of his neck and gently scratch my nails against the soft skin, and I can almost feel him shivering under my touch. My name is only a trembling whisper as it falls from his alluring lips.

He rubs my upper arms and then takes my hand. His long fingers cover my significantly smaller hand. ”Come. Let’s go, before you get cold.” His thoughtfulness makes me smile and I follow him, even if my whole body is protesting and demands more of his hands on my skin. As if he can read my mind, he lifts my hands to his lips and places a gentle kiss over my knuckles. ”We will come back to this soon, I promise. I just don’t want you to freeze and catch something that will keep you away from me when we get back to town. I’m selfish in that way, you see?”

From a distance, the cabin looks almost abandoned. No life is to be seen and all windows except mine are closed. The cabin is large, too large to be called a cabin, actually, and I remember thinking yesterday when I arrived that it was not what I had expected, it was beyond my imagination. Misha told me while giving me a quick tour that it had been in his family ever since it was built. I picture the logs for the building coming from the forest around us. Cut down by hand and then transported to the meadow. The cabin, built by sturdy men who knew that good work would be rewarded, members of the Astrov family tree who no longer can breathe in the scent of pine and wet grass. My heart aches a little. The very soul of the cabin rests in its walls.

The sound of Misha’s voice pulls my attention back to him. ”Maybe we should change clothes and then sit on the porch until the rest wake up. How does it sound?” I squeeze his hand and give him a nodding smile. ”Hopefully they are very tired today.” The stairs up to the cabin are a little slippery but Misha holds my hand tightly in his, protecting me from falling if I should slip.

A few minutes later I sit down beside him on the outdoor sofa in the corner of the porch. I wear a long white sweater that was meant for yesterday evening, but it stayed in my bag since the night was so warm. Now I’m glad I have it. He places a blanket over my bare legs and gently caresses my knee. A part of the blanket rests in his lap. Then he gives me a concerned look. ”Are you warm enough?”

”I was not really cold before, but thank you. It feels good.” Misha puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. I rest my head against his firm body, feeling the intoxicating scent that is uniquely his. The rain has almost stopped now and the clouds in the sky will eventually bow to the sun. Under the blanket, I sneak my hand over to his knee and gently caress his thighs. His legs are a treat for my palm and I seductively run my hand over the strong muscles and I hear him softly pull in air between his teeth as I firmly squeeze the firmness of his upper thigh. Encouraged by his reaction I grow bolder and let my fingers wander along the inside of his thigh, but I stop as soon as I feel him tighten his grip on my shoulder. My name sounds like a treat when he rolls it on his tongue. As much as I long to touch him, all of him, I will not do it with the risk of someone stepping out of the door. Hiding my own arousal is easier than covering his state. Soft linen trousers can be very revealing for a man of his size. I withdraw my hand and a ragged breath slips from Misha. ”You have the power to drive me mad,” he then murmurs as he presses his lips against my hair.

Suddenly the door opens and my brother steps out on the porch. He looks like he came directly from bed; traces of a pillow can be seen on his cheek and his hair stands like the ends of a broom. With a surprised look on his face, Nikolay’s gaze wanders from me to Misha, to his arm around my shoulders and back to my face.

”Is this what it looks like?” His question is not directed to any of us in particular, but Misha answers him. My dear brother gets the news before he even has had his morning coffee. His face turns to a big smile and he stumbles over, clearly with a heavy hangover, and gives me a bear hug. Then he turns to Misha. ”Be good to her, or else!” With his finger, he makes a very telling gesture at his own neck and if it wasn’t for the grin on his face, I would have been horrified. A relieved laughter erupts from Misha’s chest.

”I need coffee,” Nikolay then says with a pointed look.

Misha removes his arm and stands with a grunt.

”Me too.”

When he disappears inside, my brother takes a seat on my other side. He rests his head on my shoulder and I pat him. We sit in comfortable silence, but then he speaks in a soft and affectionate voice.

”You look very happy, my dearest sister. Astrov is a great guy, nobody would be more happy for you than me, if this becomes serious. But don’t tell him I said so.”

I give him a hug, ”That’s because I am very happy.”

After a while, seated between my brother and Misha, I warm my hands on a mug filled with coffee and notice that my head feels much better. The sun shines through the clouds and when the rays of light hit the wet grass it glitters like someone sparkled the meadow with tiny diamonds. The view fills me with a blissful feeling and I smile serenely. Slowly more people join us on the porch and the cabin comes to life. It looks like it’s going to be another warm day after all. Followed by a presumably heated night.

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purposefully-lost · 1 year ago

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He took all of it standing. He didn't flinch, even though all of him trembled. Even as Rabbit screamed at him, his eyes were moving over him, taking in salt-and-pepper hair that was still messy from sleep, his wild, blue-green eyes, the big teeth behind his lips when he snarled. The scar that Alex loved to press kisses against, the hair on his stomach that he'd always found so easy on the eyes. A strong build that partway must've come from genetics and partway came from living his life off-the-grid. All things he loved about him, absolutely.

He blinked, and another pair of tears slipped down his cheek. Easy. He'd never been easy, not for anyone. Not until Rabbit. He felt hot, like he was burning up under his own skin, and nothing in him seemed to want to move. The cabin might as well as have been burning with him, for all it felt like something had come crashing down. He could see it, the way the roof would cave in, how the glass in the window would burst from the heat, how Rabbit would look standing in the middle of the wreckage. He could almost smell the smoke.

"You're not gonna let me leave," he replied, and he wished his voice didn't sound so weak. It wavered and shook, lingered on the verge of breaking. He pressed his lips together to stop up a sob and shook his head. He had to swallow thickly before he could continue. "You're not. You won't- you didn't." He'd been given a choice, and he'd tested it, and he'd been right, back then. He remembered that elation that had come with realizing how well he knew Rabbit already, and how well Rabbit had understood him. Alex was very logical, he believed in only what he could see, and he'd seen then that there was something in each of them that'd been made solely for the other. His lips parted to say more, but they were quickly closed again. There was nothing else to say. Alex turned and left.

The cabin door swung open and he didn't bother to shut it again behind him. The gun was retrieved from where Rabbit had abandoned it and shoved into the back of his waistband, covered with his shirt. Keeping his eyes straight ahead of him, he walked, marching across the fresh summer grass and the collection of flowers that grew throughout Rabbit's meadow. His breath hitched more the further he moved away. He just had to remind himself that any moment, Jack's arms would be around him again, dragging him back home. He was surprised to find that he wasn't even all that angry at him- the moment he was drawn back, that man would be forgiven. He'd already forgiven him for far worse.

He was something like twenty steps from the edge of the wood. Fifteen. Ten. Eight, six, four, three...

Alex stopped walking. He stared at the space between the trees ahead of him for a long moment, his vision starting to blur over. A soft, scared sound left his throat, and slowly he turned around.

Nothing. Just the cabin, sitting as it always did, warm and welcoming in the morning light. Maybe for others, it was a terror looming in the distance, but for him.. it'd been a comfort. He watched for a long moment, more and more losing his composure. There was a familiar weight against his chest and on impulse, he reached up to tug out the whistle, and blew.

He waited to hear Baby's howl, then blew again, wishing he could hear the noise. Rabbit had told him he'd come when he was called, if he needed help, if he was lost or in danger; this was as close as he could be. He closed his eyes for just a moment and blew one more time before he let it fall back to his chest. Then he looked at the cabin, reached up to wipe at his eyes underneath his glasses, and waited.

The man's shaven head had split open much easier than he'd expected. There'd been a wet sound, a crack, and then the man- not in uniform, but still carrying his badge, still keeping one hand on the gun at his side- had simply slumped to the ground in front of the line of clothing that Rabnit had left out to dry. There was a wet noise as flesh slid away from the blade of the ax and Alex stared on in horror as he realized the man wasn't yet dead.

There was still movement to those wide, shocked eyes. A horrible, pained noise gurgled up from his mouth. He spasmed, and something icy took hold of Alex's chest as he swung down again, determined to make it stop.

Again, and again, and again, until he was left with something that didn't so much have a face as it did a bloody mess where once a face had been. The sight was awful but it wasn't as bad as the sound, wet and sticky somehow seeming to echo through the forest around him. When he finally dropped the ax, it was only so that he could lean down with his hands on his knees and heave. He felt dazed as he dragged the back of his wrist across his mouth and caught the stench of blood on his hands. He stumbled back against the step that lead to Rabbit's door and sat down hard. He felt like was looking through fog as he stared at that corpse. He realized that he had to be dreaming- this couldn't be real. None of it. Not the cop so far out here, claiming to be chasing an old case, not the blood, not the ax. Alex stared, lips parted, panting slightly from exertion, and waited. He'd wake up soon, he was sure of it.

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bluejayblueskies · 3 years ago

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Could you do 11 for the kiss prompt and make it jmart,,

11 - “I almost lost you” kiss

takes place post-mag 200, somewhere else. loosely inspired by this art

ao3 link in source!

cw for blood, mentions of death and knife violence, mild body horror

The first thing Martin notices when he opens his eyes is that it’s bright. He squints and squeezes his eyes shut again, blocking out the yellow-white sunlight and letting out a small groan as his head throbs with the beginning of a headache.

Sunlight.

Martin’s breath hitches in his throat. He opens his eyes again, barely more than a sliver so as not to blind himself but enough to see the sky, endlessly blue and stretching above him for miles. A small laugh bubbles up from within him; once it’s out, another follows until he’s giggling, breathing in air that smells clean and fresh like warm summer mornings and letting the sunlight kiss his skin, warming him from the outside in.

The second thing he notices is that he’s alone.

A jolt of fear rushes through him and he sits up so suddenly that his head spins. Before him is nothing but green grass and pink and yellow flowers, spreading over the gently swelling hills and brushing up against the horizon. Beside him is nothing but a knife, sticky and red, half-buried in the foliage.

He’s alone.

“Jon?” he says, the word hoarse and quiet as he shakes off the last vestiges of sleep. His heart is in his throat. “Jon?” he calls, louder, again and again until he’s shouting. At some point he stands, leaving the knife on the ground beside him and ignoring the way that his hand and arm and chest are painted crimson, and starts wading his way through the meadow, scanning every inch of flower-covered earth for a flash of brown, a shape in the grass, anything to indicate that he didn’t end up here alone.

I can’t be alone. It was supposed to be together, one way or another—I can’t be alone.

After a few minutes, Martin stops walking, feeling something icy cold leak into the cavity of his chest. “Jon,” he says, the word scooped-out and hollow. “Please, Jon, I- I need you.” He lifts a hand to run it through his hair, sees a flash of rusty red, and flinches. A bit frantically, he scrubs his hand against the thigh of his trousers, rubbing away as much of the red as he can. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he lifts his clean hand and scrubs it across his face; it comes away wet.

He’s dead, Martin thinks with an aching, tearing feeling in his chest. I- I killed him.

Something within Martin cracks and then he’s crying, ugly, hiccupping sobs that overtake him and steal all of the breath from his lungs. He presses the heels of his hands into his eyes and hears the awful keening noises coming out of his mouth and thinks, I killed him, I killed him, I killed him.

I’m sorry, Martin, the Jon in his mind says calmly, looking at Martin with eyes that crackle gold. Oh, Martin, he says, a hand going to Martin’s cheek as Martin feels horror grip him tightly and begin to tear him apart. I’m still me, Martin, he says, even as golden eyes begin to blink open on the side of his neck and atop his hands and across his cheeks. It’s fine, Martin, he says, hands going to his pocket for a lighter that isn’t there. Martin, get out of here! as the building begins to crumble. Martin, please! as he begins to fragment, skin cracking and golden light seeping out along the fissures. Martin, Martin, Martin.

“Martin!”

Martin draws in a shocked, shuddering breath and lowers his hands.

And then Jon’s in front of him and crashing into him and wrapping his arms around him, clinging to Martin tightly and fiercely like he’ll float away if he lets go. Jon’s hair tickles Martin’s chin as he presses his face into the crook of Martin’s neck and his hands are tangled in the ragged knit of Martin’s jumper and Martin can ever-so-faintly feel the hummingbird-fast thrumming of Jon’s heart against his chest, and that’s what breaks him in the end. A sharp, crackling sob rips its way out of Martin’s throat and he wiggles his arms free from Jon’s so he can hug him in return, feeling the bumpy knobs of Jon’s spine against his palms and the uneven press of Jon’s ribs against his stomach and Jon’s heartbeat, quick but steady and alive.

“Jon,” Martin says breathlessly, burying his nose in Jon’s hair and squeezing him tighter than what must be comfortable, his chest heaving with relieved sobs. “You… you’re alive.”

“I’m alive,” Jon echoes quietly, his hands uncurling from Martin’s jumper and beginning to rub soothing circles across Martin’s shoulder blades. “I’m okay, Martin. I’m okay.”

Nothing’s okay is Martin’s first instinct, born of nearly four years of one terrible event after another. But he can still feel the gentle presence of sunlight against the back of his neck and the air smells of flowers and grass tickles his ankles and Jon’s heart is beating and they’re alive. They’re both alive, and Martin pushes all other thoughts to the side—where they are, what happened to everyone else, how Jon is alive and uninjured and well—and focuses on Jon’s breath against the side of his neck and the relief that’s consuming him whole.

After what might be minutes or what might be hours, Martin pulls back just enough to see Jon’s face. It’s smudged with dust and dirt, peppered with familiar circular scars, and his eyes when they meet Martin’s are a warm hazel. It’s enough to pull another short, sharp sob out of Martin’s throat. “I thought- I thought you were gone,” Martin hiccups, bringing a hand to Jon’s face and resting his palm against Jon’s cheek, partly to reassure himself that this is real and partly so he can feel the way that Jon leans into his touch, mouth curling into a smile that’s sad around the edges as he lets out a small, contented sigh.

“I’m here,” Jon says, pressing his hands firmly against Martin’s back as if to accentuate his point. “I… I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Martin can’t help it—he laughs at that, something raw and a bit unstable. “Yeah,” he says, voice pitched slightly higher than normal. “I… yeah.” He holds in another giggle, rubs his thumb over the top of Jon’s cheekbone, and says softly, “I- I almost lost you, Jon. I- I don’t know what I would have—”

He cuts off with a broken noise, and Jon says quickly, “It’s okay, Martin. It- it’s okay. I’m here, I promise. I… I’m here. You haven’t lost me.” Jon hesitates, then turns his head and presses a soft kiss to the center of Martin’s palm. “You haven’t lost me,” he repeats, barely more than a whisper.

“Okay,” Martin says just as softly before leaning down and kissing him.

Jon exhales against Martin’s mouth and wraps his arms tighter around Martin, bringing them closer until they're pressed together fully, joined at the mouth and the chest and the hip. Jon tilts his head, parts his lips slightly, and Martin deeps the kiss without hesitation, trying to memorize the feel of Jon’s mouth against his as he kisses him until he’s breathless, until he’s forgotten where he ends and Jon begins.

“I love you,” Jon whispers, pulling back and resting his forehead against Martin’s. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Martin’s mouth, then another on his lips. “I- I’m sorry, Martin. I didn’t—”

“Hey, hey,” Martin says quickly, pulling back and tilting Jon’s head up with his hand until he can meet Jon’s eyes. “It’s…” It’s okay, he wants to say, but he doesn’t know if that’s true. “We can talk about it later, okay?” he says instead, offering Jon a small, weak smile.

“Okay,” Jon echoes, giving Martin a quiet smile of his own. He withdraws one of his hands from Martin’s back and lifts it to cover the hand Martin has on his cheek, pressing down gently. “Later.”

Martin presses one more kiss to Jon's lips and then moves away, shifting the position of their hands until his fingers are tangled with Jon’s. “Come on, then. I suppose we should figure out where we are.”

“I suppose so.” Jon lets out a small, breathy laugh and squeezes Martin’s hand tightly. “Well, then. Lead the way.”

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bubble-tea-bunny · 4 years ago

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come fly with me

[hermes x reader]

author’s note: every time i see his name i pronounce it like the brand out of habit even if there’s no accent grave lol

word count: 2,572

You sense the bright light of morning through your closed lids and it prompts you to wake. But even as your eyes slide open, you still feel as though you’re dreaming.

A man is kneeling down next to you. You don’t know who he is but perceive he means no harm, for his gaze as he observes you is concerned, no doubt wondering what you’re doing out here. You don’t remember falling asleep outside, but the weather has been so nice as of late, you wouldn’t put it past yourself to have drifted off after laying beneath the stars, simply appreciating their magnificence.

As your vision comes more into focus, and the blurred edges merge into finer lines, you note that the sun shines behind this stranger’s head, and it appears remarkably like a halo. Your focus slides lower, drifts over brown hair pulled back into a neat braid to avoid obscuring his face, the highlight of which are his eyes—brilliantly blue, like crystals, and putting the backdrop behind him to shame. He’s beautiful.

Suddenly you’re nervous to be the center of his attention, so rapt it’s like he can see right through you. You must look a disheveled mess in contrast, your own hair tousled, your eyes bleary with the last bits of sleep. But as if he can hear your thoughts, he smiles gently, a gesture to put you at ease.

“Hello,” he greets you. His voice is hushed, taking care not to disturb the peace of these early hours, and it’s warm, washing over your skin and fighting away the chill of the cool evening.

You open your mouth, poised to speak, but at first nothing comes out, though from nervousness or from the fact your vocal chords are still waking up after hours of not being used, you don’t know.

“I… I must have fallen asleep out here,” you state rather dumbly, because what else could it have been? It’s not as if anyone had carried you out here in the middle of the night. Your cheeks redden from embarrassment but the man’s smile widens, amused and—if you aren’t imagining things, owed to the idea that maybe you really are dreaming—charmed. Though for what reason, you haven’t the slightest clue. You struggle to call yourself a picture of grace at any other point in a day, least of all fresh from sleep.

“It seems you have,” he responds. “I imagine it was comfortable?”

Not wanting to continue this conversation while still laying down, since it’s a little awkward, you sit up, and he backs away slightly to give you space. The notion of sleeping on the ground certainly doesn’t sound comfortable, and so you assume he asks this in light jest, but oddly enough, you don’t feel any stiffness or aches. Your body is relaxed, pliant. You feel well-rested.

“It was, yes…” you trail off, absentmindedly pondering on this anomaly.

The man nods, satisfied with your answer, and stands. You have to crane your neck to look at him, and as he turns his head to look out at the rolling hills, lush green and divided in the middle by a dirt path, you see a string around his neck which is attached to a golden helmet. The brim swoops and lifts in the back, colored silver to resemble a pair of wings.

Then he turns to you again, now offering you his hand. “Well the day is too nice to waste staying here. Would you like to take a walk with me?”

You’ve been aware this entire time that you don’t know who he is, and logic would dictate you turn down his invitation. No matter how nice he may be, it would be unreasonable as well as unsafe. But even for all that, you find yourself not tied down by any semblance of reason, and perhaps it’s against your better judgment that you accept.

You take his hand and he pulls you up easily. Maybe it’s his smile that does well to quell any apprehension, for you think you would follow him anywhere. Maybe you were incorrect and to go with him now was the better judgment on your part, because you don’t feel that this is wrong or dangerous. And he’s right: the day is splendid and it would make no sense to stay on the ground alone. It’s better enjoyed with companions.

The two of you follow the trail for a while, pausing whenever small creatures cross from one side to the other: mostly bunnies and deer, but at one point when passing by a lake there’s a duck and her ducklings plodding single-file behind her. As the world around you wakes and you walk in comfortable silence, your anxiety melts away and you instigate a conversation.

“Were you just passing by and happened to see me?” you inquire.

The man glances down at you briefly before looking ahead once more. “I was.” He nods. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He’s sincere as he says it, and it makes you grin. “Well I’m glad it was you who found me.”

The smile on his lips mirrors yours. “I am too.”

Flowers line the path, leaning inward as if to welcome any who walk past. They grab your attention, and you skip ahead to pick some of them. They only require a gentle tug for the stems to snap and you gather them until you’re holding a small bunch of the white flower in one hand. You bring them closer to your face so you can smell them: the scent is subtle and fresh, like the air after it rains. The man finally catches up to you and you twist around. There’s that expression in his eyes again, one of amusement, and again you blush, attempting to hide it by the flowers as you duck your head, but you don’t think you’re successful.

He peers over your shoulder. “Let’s go this way now. There’s bound to be more flowers in that direction.”

You turn and follow his line of sight. The trail has led to a forest, and veering off here would lead you into the thick of it. The man takes the last few steps to close the distance and stand next to you, and you look up at him. “Okay.”

Sunlight pierces the gaps in the foliage, the rays which light the ground soothing to behold and to walk through. It’s like a painting, calm and peaceful, displayed on the finest marble and you’re honored to be in the midst of it, maybe not as the subject, for you think the birds who cast shadows as they soar above you are more worthy of the privilege, but you’re content to be there at all, even just off to the side.

The woods lead to a meadow and the man was correct: there are more flowers here. Their colors vary, from white to lavender to yellow, and the sun envelopes them all in its heat, unhindered in this clearing. The tall grass shifts with your every footstep and brushes your calves, light as a feather, and you giggle. It tickles.

Your eyes rove over the expanse before you. There are more trees, another portion of forest, on the other side, but this place is so peaceful, and the sun is in the perfect position, centered in the sky, that you would hate to leave so soon.

“I’d like to lay among these flowers…” you murmur. It’s an aside you mean to mutter only to yourself, but given your proximity to the stranger—no, not a stranger anymore, but more of a friend—he hears you fine despite the low volume with which you said it.

“Why don’t we?”

At this, you blink and glance up at him. He’s already watching you with a twinkle in his gaze and he’s smiling. You can’t help smiling too and you feel so warm to be in his presence.

So in the middle of the clearing you find a suitable spot and settle down, lying on your back with the bunch of white flowers still clutched in one hand. You have to squint and use your free hand to shield your eyes from the glare of the sun, but then you close them and the furrow of your brow relaxes, and you can fully enjoy the nature which surrounds you.

Dragonflies buzz and you can hear them flittering along, the beating of their wings louder as they approach, then becoming quieter as they pass. The grass shifts as your friend comes to join you now. He sits, and you hear a brief shuffling before he follows suit and lays down. Together you bask in the sunlight, but for how long, you aren’t sure. Not that you’re interested in tracking the time.

“Your suggestion to tarry a while was a good one,” he compliments, breaking the silence. “It feels pleasant to rest here.”

His compliment makes you grin and your eyes open. You turn your head to look at him. He’d removed his helmet from where it was hanging around his neck and placed it next to him to allow him to lie back comfortably. “The sun makes you feel so refreshed, doesn’t it?”

He hums. “I think it has more to do with the company.” He opens his eyes and also turns to look at you, and the blueness of them is incredibly soft. Your smile grows.

And though you’re confident you could pass the rest of the day in that meadow, the two of you move on. It’s done with a bit of reluctance on your part, but it fades quickly because you agree with him: it’s the company which makes you feel refreshed. The colors of the sky are shifting as mid-afternoon turns into early evening and it occurs to you that you have been walking since the morning yet you aren’t tired, nor has it felt like many hours have transpired. You know it has to do with him. You think you could do this forever, walking with him.

When the sky is a blend of indigo and orange, you ask if anyone is expecting him. We’ve been together all day, you explain. No one might wonder where you are?

He chuckles. “That’s kind of you to be concerned.”

Your cheeks feel warm. He’s awfully good at getting that reaction out of you.

“No one’s expecting me,” he continues. “But even if someone were, they’d understand my lateness, given I’m with someone so sweet. I’m not keen to part ways too soon.”

Your chest feels tight, like your heart is wrenching and you’re scared it might break. “Me neither,” you state shyly.

Then gradually the indigos and oranges transition to black as the sun fully disappears below the horizon and you are sad to see it leave. You’ve also long since left the meadow and the forest surrounding it behind. The land you walk through is wide, flat, empty. There aren’t any plants or animals and it feels foreign, adjusted as you had been to the lush scenery of this afternoon. The only feature worth noting are the mountains that come into view now, which, while you’d already assumed them to be tall, are taller than you first thought as you get closer, so high they seem to touch the clouds, perhaps even extending past them.

“This way.” The man’s voice pulls your attention away from staring up at the clouds. There’s a path that leads farther into the mountain. “Watch your step. It’s rather dark.”

What light of the moon reaches through small gaps in the mountain reflects off the helmet strung around his neck. He takes care to move slowly to ensure you don’t lose him but the glint of his helmet serves as a beacon. The more you venture in, you wonder where you’re going. Should you ask him? The idea of doing so hadn’t crossed your mind all day because you’d been happy just to be with him, no apprehension about the destination, or whether or not there was one. But now…

The words are on the tip of your tongue, about to be voiced, but they die out once you turn a final corner and spot a river. The water is dark, almost black, and a haze settles above it that obscures what might possibly be on the opposite shore. Once you do speak, it’s still a question, but it’s no longer about where the two of you are headed. He doesn’t need to tell you that.

“Wanted to let me down gently, didn’t you?” The manner in which you ask this is quiet, lightly teasing but also laced with a sadness you do little to hide.

Hermes—for now you know confidently who he is—leads you right to the edge of the water and then stops, twisting around. “I chose to take the longer route with you.”

You meet his gaze. His eyes are sorrowful, yet for their melancholy they are still just as beautiful, and they’re tender as he looks at you. “Why?”

He takes a deep breath, momentarily glancing at the water then returning his focus to you. “You hadn’t realized what happened, and I didn’t want to tell you. I decided we would venture through the nature you love so much, taking breaks where you desired, to listen to the bugs and to feel the sun.”

Thinking back to this morning, you recall that when you’d woken up, you hadn’t checked behind you. If you had, you would’ve noticed your body there. You’d been too enamored by Hermes to do that. Though you suppose there are worse ways of being led to the Underworld, and you’d always be grateful to Hermes for choosing to take the long way.

“Through it I’ve grown very fond of you,” he confesses. He offers a small smile, and you surmise it’s a struggle, at odds with a frown because of where he has brought you, and what it implies. “A day with you was a lifetime, and it still didn’t feel long enough.”

You muster a smile of your own. “One day or an eternity, I don’t suppose any length of time ever would.”

A boat comes into view, appearing to materialize through the fog, and once it stops at the small dock, the front bumping gently and the water lapping against the support beams, Hermes gives the ferryman two coins. Treat her well, he instructs. And then he turns to you a final time, and when your heart squeezes, you really think it has broken.

Glancing down, your eyes settle on the flowers you’re gripping. You’d kept them with you the entire journey. But now you hold them out to Hermes, and the heaviness in your chest seems to lighten slightly as he takes them and the expression on his face becomes a little less crestfallen. You would hate to leave him in such a forlorn state.

“Thank you, Hermes.” You hope he can detect the sincerity, and when he smiles faintly, you know that he has.

He helps you onto the boat, clasping your much smaller hand in his to provide support, and he stands on the shore as the ferryman pushes away, watching you until the fog engulfs the boat once more. And though he’s alone, the flowers in his hand make him feel far from lonely.

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itsonlydana · 3 years ago

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Hii, can you do the stables with Niki? :]

She/her pls ^-^

THE STABLES

៹ 🏰 | 600 follower event | masterlist ៹

summary: sneaking around in the stables, the smell of horses and pocking hay everywhere

pairing: Niki x fem!reader (romantic)

warnings: none

Today was a particularly quiet morning, the whole castle still appeared to be asleep, you noted as you walked across the yard and back to the stables, a bale of fresh hay in your arms. The crunch of your rubber boots on the gravel path that led from the small glass greenhouse to the stables was the loudest sound on the entire grounds, there was not another soul to be seen anywhere, no workers heading out to the fields or soldiers leaving for training, there was only you-

and you loved that.

You could completely concentrate on yourself, nature and of course the horses waiting for their breakfast, without being disturbed by anyone.

Smiling contentedly, you adjusted the slightly sliding bale of hay in your arms and basked in the crisp morning air, watching your breath rise in a puff of smoke up into the sky. A good morning makes the day, your mother had always taught you, and a slightly foggy morning with air still tasting of rain had to be a good one.

The grass, wet with dew, glistened in the rising sun, almost blinding you if you let your eyes wander too long over the meadow in the courtyard of the castle, the little drops shining on the green stalks like pearls. Sunbeams broke through the bare branches of the oak trees adorning the path, letting the last red leaves dance fierily in the light wind and casting golden spots on the ground in front of you. As best you could with the bale of hay in your arms, you made a slight leap forward to jump from one patch of light to the next, alternately being bathed in the warm sunlight and then jumping back into the cool shade of the branches.

As soon as you re-entered the stables, you were greeted by the now familiar puffing of the horses, who stretched their muzzles out of their stalls toward you when they saw you with the last bale of hay.

Feeding the horses you cared for took up a lot of your time, but that was one of the positives for you and one of the reasons why you had taken the job in the first place. The horses didn't care about politics, they didn't ask for your opinions and didn't question why you were the only girl among the many young stable boys. They were satisfied when you brought them their meals and caresses, usually with a sugar lump or an extra fresh apple smuggled from the kitchen that came from the plantations.

And on days like today, when you were the only one in the stable at such an early hour, when the world outside was still asleep and even some of the horses were dozing off, the stable radiated a wonderful tranquility. Starting the day with the smell of fresh hay and among the quiet animals enriched each of your days.

Any calmness of the morning would be interrupted by a sudden commotion in the castle yard, which made you step out of the box in wonder. You could not understand exactly what was going on, only a confusion of two voices that seemed to be arguing about something. You gently pushed aside the muzzle chewing on your shirt and, for safety's sake, reached for the pitchfork leaning against the door, gripping the handle tighter as the voices and now clearly audible footsteps approached on the damp gravel path.

"Mademoiselle! Please wait! Where are you going?" you recognized the shrill voice of a chambermaid. It wasn't just any maid, though, running screaming across the courtyard with her green skirt fluttering around her short legs, no, it was a maid you were more than familiar with.

Even before you could hear or see Niki, a grin spread across your face. A grin that grew at the sight of the young woman who came skittering around the corner a few seconds after the next, "My lady, stop, I'm not following!" and frantically closed the two heavy gates behind her. You leaned the pitchfork back against the box, you had no use for defense now that Niki was there.

"Your Highness," you greeted her teasingly with her title, for she had told you several times how much she hated it coming out of your mouth. It reminded her too much of the days when you had actually had to address her that way, when you were not her girlfriend but another staff member in the castle, kept away from her by titles, ranks, and social bullshit that had prevented you from getting close or even exchanging more than three words for far too long.

But that was the past; you had long since said goodbye to those rules.

The princess in the long dark red cloak, whose heavy hood with the golden hem she now pushed back, in the safety and warmth of the stables, thus revealing her cherry blossom pink hair, just like her cheeks reddened by the coolness of the morning, mirrored your grin on her face, to your astonishment.

" Well, come on," laughing, she beckoned you to join her before gathering up the skirt of her soft cream-colored dress, presumably her sleeping clothes, and climbing the ladder near the entrance high up to the attic.

Without thinking twice about it, you followed Niki, climbing deftly behind the princess, glancing down over your shoulder only once as the maid's shouts outside the door died away.

"What order of your father have you disobeyed now?" you asked, your voice slightly lowered. The attic was just high enough for you to stand up straight without hitting your head on one of the slanted roof beams.

"None at all!" whispered Niki back, disappearing behind a pile of hay. "Okay- one, maybe.."

You were about to sit down next to her when she grabbed your hand and jerked you down to her. Without any warning and thus a chance to react, you fell straight into her lap, face forward into the lavender-scented fabric of her nightgown.

Before you could complain, however, the barn doors opened with a slam against the wall that made not only you but the horses flinch. Huddled together and pressed into the hay, you pressed your lips together, you moved as little as possible to avoid unnecessary noise, though you would probably stop breathing if Niki asked you to.

Beneath you, Niki tensed her legs, and smiling reassuringly at her, you reached for her hand. Instantly she loosened up, even as her eyes continued to focus uneasily on the ladder, unable to rest on the same spot for a second.

"Mademoiselle?" the maid's stressed voice sounded from below, and you could hear her remaining at the door. She didn't venture further into the stables, her fear of horses giving you and Niki a mean advantage, as you continued to lean quietly into the pecking hay.

"Miss Niki? Can you please come outside? Your history teacher has been waiting in the study for ten minutes now!" the maid called out and your eyebrows shot up at her words, eyes bright from your wide grin finding Niki's, who rolled hers at your teasing nudge in the side.

Her sweet cherry tea tasting breath met your lips at her admonishing scoff that meant, "Don't you say anything!" and yet you both knew the subject would be brought up by you immediately when you were alone again. Her mouth twisted in annoyance as the maid called for her again, the usually soft rosy lips always charmed by a smile now tightly pressed together.

Anyone else would have been intimidated by that look from the princess, but you knew Niki too well by now to avoid her -as you used to- at a hint of a bad mood.

And because you knew her so well, you knew exactly the trick to lure the smile that everyone was falling for back into her face.

No sooner had the maid given up her attempts to lure the princess out of the stable and pulled the gates closed with a sigh as she left, than you surprised Niki by pushing her backwards into the hay by her shoulders. Her surprised expression as you leaned over her, your knees propped up next to hers, and she realized what had just happened, made you grin.

"So you're using me to escape from your history teacher?" You pushed Niki deeper into the hay until the first stalks caught in the lightly curled pink hair and began to whirl down on you as you moved from the piled bales.

Gasping in agony, Niki threw her head back. "He's sooo boring! We've been talking about some count of some part of the country for seven days now- my love, I need a break," Niki whined. "I'm in danger of falling asleep from boredom if he even enters the room!"

"Oh, I feel sorry for you my majesty. I had no idea your life was so hard," you scoffed, though without a trace of honest mockery behind your words. Instead, you lovingly stroked over her pale wrists with your rough hands, leaving a light grayish trail of dirt on her skin like porcelain, leaving a trail of your touch.

Beneath you, Niki took another breath, pale blue-green clinging to you as you stroked her arms as if trapped. Her protests to your remark were long forgotten, words with a cheeky bite dying in her throat as soon as she saw the adoration in your gaze.

Niki's expensive robes were smeared with dust, single spider threads caught in the dark red of her cloak alongside hay. Her previously done hair was adorned with golden stalks, sticking out in all directions, and you raised a hand to brush away one of the stalks on her cheek, a piece of soil clinging to your thumb smearing across her flushed cheeks to her heated ears.

"Mmm," you murmured, tilting your head.

"What is it?" Niki's voice was little more than a breath, which might have been lost in the puffing of the horses and rustling of the hay below you, and if you weren't hanging on her lips as always, you almost missed it, too.

Gently, as if she were one of the precious rose-scented perfume bottles on her nightstand threatening to break under your touch, you stroked her cheek again, feeling the quivering of her chest beneath you as her breath caught, and you took advantage of the moment when the world seemed to stand still and even the horses beneath you fell silent to finally capture her lips in the kiss you had longed for since her frantic entry into the stables.

Your hand, propped beside her head, threatened to buckle at the overwhelming emotions each kiss with Niki brought, and yet you held yourself above her, afraid to soil the delicate nightgown that had so far remained clean.

But Niki seemed to care little, because she lifted her arms to pull you down to her by your neck. Her cold fingers played with your hair, pulling lightly on individual strands, and you sighed into the kiss.

Just as you knew what made her laugh, she knew exactly how to distract you from your work.

All she had to do was appear like a whirlwind in the gates and you would drop everything, everything so your girlfriend could be happy.

A good morning made the day; a morning with Princess Niki in the crackling and pecking hay made your whole week.

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dansnaturepictures · 2 years ago

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11/10/2022-Lakeside and home

Photos I took in this set today are of; a lovely moon to see this morning, a nice scene of a mostly green tree with a bit of yellow, one with a lot of yellow autumnal colour and another with red autumn leaves visible from home from a nice angle getting all of them in it I get this angle when crossing the road and didn’t quite feel the shot when I first noticed it at the end of my lunch time walk yesterday and rather wondered what it might have been like if I had so luckily the conditions were pretty much identical in the bright sunlight with vast blue sky to take it, bee on dandelion, crimson flax, view at Lakeside, a carrot seed head which caught my eye last week at Lakeside, green leaves against the blue sky at Lakeside, broad-leaved clover at Lakeside, bright red rose hips against the bright blue sky at Lakeside with nice green leaves too and a nice sky tonight. Today was another fantastic festival of colour in fine and splendid weather for photos. I am finding it interesting to notice the angles of sunlight lately and the rich light you do get in autumn and seeing the landscape in shadows, a sign of the time of year. I enjoyed the berries a lot again today.

Key species encountered today:

Agrimony and carrot-Great flowers to see at Lakeside standing out in the now mowed grass of the eastern meadows.

A few its fair to say not highly esteemed by many flowers seen which are gems that come to prominence more as the flower year quietens down at this time of year and there is a sense that they are dependable-Daisy, dandelion, some fresh red deadnettle one I do really like and broad-leaved clover.

Large White butterfly-It would be a shame if I didn’t see a butterfly as I did with dragonflies yesterday on these bright sunny days at a time of year where your next could be your last of the year a delightful Large White flitted by for me at Lakeside.

Avian pine delight-Immersed into this small but precious habitat, the pines at the south east of Lakeside by the road entrance a dominant part of the landscape around here especially as the other trees’ leaves desert them which I had rarely explored like I did on my lunch time walk today smelling and feeling it, looking underneath at the pine cones on it and generally taking it in, I saw some great birds. Yet more noisy Long-tailed Tits I’ve seen so many here this year, a Blue Tit in there too and Robin I saw Blue Tit well elsewhere at Lakeside today too and for only the second time at Lakeside for me after once last spring an exuberant Nuthatch which it was great to see on a branch and it was chased off by a Long-tailed Tit I believe too.

Kestrel seen at the start of the walk by the far eastern entrance by the allotments and one of my favourite birds the Green Woodpecker heard in trees right beside me-Two key species today.

Today I also saw; Starling and Goldfinch well at home, Feral Pigeon, I seem to recall Magpie, crane fly, jumping spider at home, crimson flax, orange poppy and cornflower with yarrow adorning the flower bed on the way to Lakeside, ragwort, possible Russian vine or Japanese knotweed, teasel seed heads seen well again, possible lambs quarters an interesting plant across the road from home looking nice in the sun and a smashing set of bright yellow evening primroses on the way to Lakeside near to a unique tree I like seeing where I had a great moment with an evening primrose over the summer I have had a good year for seeing them.

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