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retiredteabag · 5 months ago

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An uninformed narrative

last part - pt. 2 - next part

Synopsis: You had lived in Stardew Valley for a year before you met the hunter from the adventures guild, Sukuna Itadori. It did not take long for him to catch your attention but you couldn't help feeling as if his affection resided anywhere but you.

Pairing: Sukuna x reader

This is a Sukuna stardew valley au, heavily inspired by @tearzintheclub's similar series with butcher!sukuna, I highly recommend reading their work, they are super kind and were a big motivation for me to make this!

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Damn it...damn it...damn-

After all the work you had put into your farm, into your skill set, into your friendships, the Dunning-Kruger effect had bitten you where it hurt. And you couldn't help but feel it was all your fault.

The pit in your stomach was sinking. How could you have let this happen? You had been so careful, you had even worn the armor you recently acquired from the guild. Was all this effort for nothing?

There were many thoughts swirling in your head as you frantically attempted to fend off the ghosts attacking you. You were encircled. Yes, the number was weening but so was your health, you knew you didn't have long. And the strongest feeling brewing in your heart was the shame that you had overestimating yourself.

The sword in your hand shook and your knees throbbed as you fell to the stone floor deep within the mines. Your vision was fading and even as you knew there was nothing left for you to win, you swung at the ghost coming your way, missing in your haste, and slump to the ground. Unmoving.

At least nobody would find you here...see you like this.....

-- several hours prior --

Life continued on as usual after joining the adventurers guild. The Stardew Valley Fair had just passed and after collecting your most prized items, you had won. Your heart had been full that night, not for your accomplishments, but for how loved you felt after a day of festivities with your friends.

You had sat and eaten with Penny and Leah, discussing life in the valley. You and Leah both had come to the Valley after living the city life but Penny had been born in Stardew, and that evening she had confessed her hope to one day travel away from town. The three of you decided that one day, you would adventure together.

Penny had cried.

Your heart was warm, watching Yuuji, Jas, and Vincent play in the apple-bobbing bucket and participate in slingshot games. Yuuji bounced up and down when he spotted you and his teacher, begging the two of you to come and play with them.

Life had felt whole.

Despite the labor that went into caring for your crops and animals, you had never felt so fulfilled.

Having just cracked level 50 in the mines that weekend, you grew excited when a day would come when you would have the chance to explore more of the depths.

It was not simply for personal gain, either. Though it was nice to have useful ore and pretty gemstones, you couldn't help but love feeling useful to your friends in town. Hunting the monsters below the surface was never too much work when it meant seeing their grateful faces.

Not too long after the town fair the forecast called for rain. Those days were designated for the awaiting mineshaft as you had little to do around the farm.

Back then, you had never thought it would cause this.

Night had fallen when you were found. It was dark, and relentlessly pouring rain, you could hear its aggressive pitter-patter on the ceiling of the cave.

You squeezed your eyes and tried to move but your body cried out against the stretch. You drew your hands down to the earth you were strewn upon. Your fingers traced the dirt below you.

Dirt?

Your eyes shot open. Heart beating as if you had never lost consciousness. Your vision and skull were pulsing painfully with the beats of your heart. You flung your head around dramatically.

You were within the face of the cave, you could just make out the Mountain Lake through the rain...

Your palm finds your forehead, and some kind of inhuman noise escapes you. Your brain was just starting to question how you moved up 55 levels when you opened your eyes again and saw him.

A man is squatting by your side, he looks... furious... to say the least.

Not expecting to see anything but a ghost in the case of your survival, you gasp. Shifting away from his all-too-close glower.

"Stay still you moron." He's gripping your shoulder with a hand, pulling you closer, you hadn't seen or felt it before, but he's got his other hand on your shin.

"Wha-what- how-who- I just-" Nicely said. Very eloquent.

He seems to scowl even more, despite not thinking it possible.

"Are you out of your mind?" His eyes glow red in the dark of the cavern. Though he has brought himself close to the ground in examining you, he is still a looming presence. "How can a damn farmer not have any food on them?"

"I just- I was" It was then that you realize who the man before you is. You had met him this past week, in the adventurers guild. The embarrassment you felt increased ten fold. "I had some...but-"

"What? You used it all and didn't think to head back? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He released his grip on your left calf and a fiery pain shoots up your leg. You gasp.

"No-!" You shake with the feeling.

"Sure looks like you are." The man shoulders his backpack to his front and starts searching for something.

Gratitude is the last thing on your mind. You're already ashamed enough but this man... this Sukuna was it? He was being unnecessarily rude.

He finally brings out a wad of cheese wrapped in parchment, and hands it to you.

"Eat. Your runnin' on fumes right now."

You huff but don't try to hide your desperation. Accepting the cheese and scarfing it down. Once it's settled in your stomach you feel much more alive. The pain in your calf is still very real but at least you have enough energy to make it home.

You push down at the ground, attempting to lift yourself but the weight on your leg causes a dramatic whimper to escape your throat. The pain was blinding. You'd have to see Harvey about this...

"What are ya doing?!" The tattooed man shoves your shoulders once more to keep you from rising.

"I'm trying- I need to get back..." You shake off his grip.

He laughs at you. But there's no smile on his face. It's cruel. "You really must be an idiot." Your brows furrow. "You aint walkin' on that leg." He points, and when you make no reply, he tugs up at the hem of your pants.

It's strange. He is the biggest, burliest man you've ever encountered, to countryman or city man alike, he is... quite large. He has a rough voice too, and a brutal look. Yet the touch he leaves on your ankle as he relives its weight, sliding the pantleg up, is as clement as a kitten.

This gentle juxtaposition throws you and it takes a moment for you to realize his intention to show you the blackened bruise that covers your left leg, ankle to shin. All air leaves you.

"You were fully out by the time I got down there. You're lucky most beasts here aint hungry for human flesh." He tucks your pant leg into your sock, softly settling your leg onto the ground once more.

You stare at his bent form. "Well...I'm- Thank you, you didn't have to get me, but I appreciate it." He's making an incredulous face, insulted. "And-" You speak up, "for the cheese as well, I feel much better."

He scoffs- "Oh, I didn't have to? And I suppose I'm to just leave ya to die? Gimmie a break."

He's stood to his full height just then, as he makes his way to peer out of the cave entrance you roll your eyes. Mentally retracting your thanks.

"Picked a great day to be here. Real nice choice of weather." He's taking off his backpack, then his jacket.

"Well..." You huff, "I guess you can come down here whenever you please but I'm busy with the farm when it's not raining, so actually today was ideal weather." You cross your arms, annoyed. Then work yourself up to try and stand once more.

"Oh yea?" He shuffles in his bag again, "Well I'd imagine if you were so busy with farm work you wouldn't come down here without some food to sustain your travel." He looks at your wobbling form now, and hisses between his teeth, dropping his bag.

"What the hell is wrong with you??!" His voice is frightening, and your eyes shake as you watch him stomp your way. "Couldn't wait one second, huh?"

"I need to get home, it's almost midnight..." You were starting to get fed up with his attitude. He's rolling his eyes and scoffing as if you've done something wrong.

But then he does something strange. He's grunts, squatting right beside you, but he's turned now, his broad back in your face.

"What... are you doing?" You squint at him.

"Thought you needed to get home." He turns to look at you, "Are you suddenly getting patient now?"

"What? No! I can do it myself!" As you say it you become more sure of yourself. There is no way you are letting this pompous prick carry you all the way to the farmhouse.

This time he sounds as if his laugh might be a bit more genuine. "Don't-make-me-laugh." His voice is mean and he turns to face you. "You're dumber than I thought if you're gonna try and walk home on that," he points to your leg, "in this." He directs his finger to the cave entrance, illuding to the downpour outside.

You grit your teeth. Almost wanting to swing at him. "Fine. Carry me then. Since I'm clearly incapable." Some part of your presumes he'll leave you here to fend for yourself. But he just frowns.

Disbelief covers his brows. "S'what I was trying to do from the start." His voice is low, and he turns once more, one arm pulls your own over his right shoulder, the other cradles your wounded leg.

"I'm gonna pull. Don't hoist yourself."

It's annoying. How prominent his lats and lower traps are. He lifts you, his right hand locked on your forearm, holding it to his chest. Now that he has risen, he uses his other arm to swing your left leg across his hip, allowing you to find a comfortable position as his new backpack.

There was a strain in your body as he had lifted you, but still, you're shocked by how effortless he made it look.

Too afraid to make a noise for fear of something stupid like "wow" coming out, you hold tight in silence as he bends down to grab his jacket. As he swings it across your form, the zipper hits your temple.

"Ow!" You grumble in his ear and he chuckles.

Bastard.

He bends once more to grab his bag and with it in hand, starts off through the mountains.

You never asked for his jacket. And you wouldn't have either. But you do feel a little bad that he is getting soaked while your clothes remain almost perfectly dry.

You swing your elbow onto his shoulder and bring your hand to the top of his head to block the rain.

"Enough of that." He swats away your hovering hand, "M' not made of sugar."

"Could've fooled me." You mumble

He reaches up to you with an open hand, finds your head with precision, and promptly flicks your skull with a firm finger.

"Ow!" You whine, tearing his hand from your forehead and tugging his ear like a grandma.

It's silent for a while as he treks past the carpenter's house, and into the path behind the bus station. "I'm just down here." You point. Trying to avoid the awkward silence.

"I know where the farm is." He motions your hand away once more.

Okay. You grit your teeth. Why can he not just be friendly like everyone else in this town?

When you begin to see the lights of your house, your heart starts to pulse. Are you supposed to invite him in? Is he going to lay you in bed? Your mind spins.

Before stomping up your porch steps, he grabs a large stick that your dog undoubtably has been carrying around and leans it against your door. "You good to be dropped off here? Or d'ya need me to tuck you in too?"

Little. Brat.

"I think I'll fair just fine like this." You force out. An attempt at cordiality.

"Alright then." He reaches around, gripping the small of your back, and gently lowers you to a stack of logs you keep for winter. Not allowing you to swing down and fall.

A small part of you wants to thank him. Was he an annoying git? Yes. But he didn't need to go to all the trouble to carry you home. Even so, his irritating remarks still float in your recent memory, so instead of a 'thank you', you say,

"The town is that way!" Pointing to the path he had walked past. His back had turned from you and continued south.

He turns around only for a moment.

"I'm well aware. I've lived here a'lot longer than you." He turns once more, making his way down to the forest.

"That's the way to the CIdersap Forest though?" You shout after him over the roars of the wind.

"Really?" He yells over the storm, not turning back, but moving slowly, "Didn't know."

"Well...." You lean on the stick he brought you to stand, "Where are you headed, it's nearly morning!"

The man turns one last time a grimace on his face. "I live in the Cidersap Forest."

His words permeated your brain now that he's gone from your vision. How could that be? That's where Marnie, Leah, and Jin lived. Could it be that there was a place you hadn't encountered in your year at the Village? Maybe so, seeing as you had only met the Hunter this past week.

The events of the night weighed on your shoulders as you limped into your house, gently closing the door. Your dog was wagging its tail, laying in bed, waiting for you.

It wasn't until you were about to flop on your bed that you realized: he had left you his jacket.

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amutamika · 1 month ago

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Shang Qinghua had spend a week producing and perfecting the talisman that now concealed Mobei Jun‘s demonic features and also made it nearly impossible for anyone else to remember his features after they passed on by. All this trouble just so his sect siblings wouldn’t ask so many questions if they happened to see them walking together through the bustling streets of a nearby town during the summer festival.

Neither Mobei Jun nor Shang Qinghua liked crowded places like this, but they both had wanted to visit the festival. Shang Qinghua wanted to show Mobei Jun around and give him the full experience of humans. He wanted to show him more than just his little room. On the other hand, Mobei Jun wanted to take Shang Qinghua on a date. He had heard that dates were something humans liked, even though he wasn‘t quite sure what exactly made a date different from a normal meeting.

And now they were going side by side through the bustling streets. Both trying really hard to not lose the other in this crowd. Which was definitely easier for Shang Qinghua, with the ice demon prince being tall enough to spot him from afar even in this crowd. All around them were chatter and laughter, the street vendors calling to get the attention from passer-by’s, street performers singing, dancing an playing on instruments so that the cheerful people around them might be lured into opening their wallets. Every street was colourful and filled with the warm light of hundreds of lanterns, while the warm summer night slowly descended upon them turning the sky into an inky black, with thousands of little sparkles adorning it.

They had eaten spicy hot pot at one stand, savouring the hearty flavours while chatting about mundane things. It would have felt so incredibly normal if not for this glint in Mobei Jun‘s eyes, showing how exciting and new everything was for him. Shang Qinghua had nearly lost himself in those dark eyes, that usually were as still as a frozen lake but now gleamed with warmth and curiosity, on several occasion. And now they were walking side by side, close enough so that there body’s grazed each other itch every step. It made Shang Qinghua feel warm and giddy being so close to Mobei Jun.

They had become comfortable around each other, easing up and even starting to trust one another. Since this one mission where he had to till the field and help with repairs for a the better part of a whole moon, their relationship had changed. There weren‘t merely spy and king anymore. But that was a thing that happened long before that mission. And so Shang Qinghua was unsure what their relationship really was. Were they friends? Or maybe… He quickly abandoned that thought, banishing it to the back of his mind.

Mobei Jun had also felt the change. If it had been a weird and sometimes even unpleasant feeling having someone so close, Mobei Jun felt uneasy now when his spy wasn‘t by his side or if he hadn’t seen him for a while. He yearned for his touch, his smile, his laugh, his gently eyes, and his curly hair every time he had to leave An Ding Peak. The demon prince knew that those rising feelings were complicated, and that he shouldn’t indulge in them, but where was the harm as long as no one knew. Why shouldn’t he enjoy these sweet moments? Not even the recipient of his tender feelings knew about them, so why shouldn’t he indulge himself just a little?

“Wait a second,“ Shang Qinghua said and vanished from the demon prince‘s side without further explanation. Just to appear just as suddenly as he had left with two sticks of fruits covered in clear sugar in his hands. He handed on of the tanghulu to Mobei Jun with a smile. “Try this. It is incredibly delicious even though it is just fruits with extra sugar.“ Shang Qinghua had already stuffed his cheeks with a first bite. The hardened sugar glaze cracking under his teeth, letting the sweet and fresh fruit juice graze his taste buds. For a moment, he closed his eyes relishing in the mix of incredible sweetness and acidic freshness. Mobei Jun couldn‘t help looking at this smaller man‘s lips, that were glazed with sugar and fruit juice, tinted in a soft red. They looked even tastier than the tanghulu in his hands, these blush petals more enticing than the fresh berries on the stick. He instinctively leaned down a bit, drawn in by the soft curve of these plumb lips.

But as Shang Qinghua opened his eyes again, the magic was broken and he quickly straightened his back again, his ears flushed in a bright red. Luckily for him the shine of the lanterns hid the redness of his ears from the human man. Needing to distract his mind he bit into the tanghulu in his hand. It was really tasty. But he couldn’t enjoy the taste as much as Shang Qinghua had done, his mind way to occupied with the question if the young mans mouth would have the same taste now, or if it was much sweeter and addicting than the sugar and the fruits.

„Shan Qinghua?“ a voice asked out of the crowed with confusion clearly noticeable in it. Shang Qinghua‘s face froze. They had actually been spotted by someone from his sect. Without thinking - and also forgetting that no one would recognise Mobei Jun - he grabbed the wrist of the demon next to him and bolted to a narrow alley not far from them. Dragging Mobei Jun behind him, he tried to escape from the voice that had now become quite a few. But just vanishing in a side alley didn‘t help because for some reason the voices perused them. Shang Qinghua ran with Mobei Jun in tow from one alley to the next, still holding his wrist tight in his hand, until he thought they had finally gotten rid of these pesky sect siblings of his.

He was out of breath and his chest was raising heavily, meanwhile Mobei Jun didn‘t seem affected at all. „Sorry… I panicked,“ he admitted with an awkward smile. “It‘s okay. I understand your fear of getting found out,“ Mobei Jun reassured him with a soft smile, countering the awkwardness of the smile across from him. Shang Qinghua blushed profusely and just opened his mouth to respond as…

„I think, they went this way,“ a voice, clearly one of An Ding‘s disciples, echoed through the alley. And for. Second time this evening Shang Qinghua panicked. Using the wrist he was still holding he pulled Mobei Jun close. But he miscalculated his strength or Mobei Jun’s willingness to get dragged again by him, because instead of just pulling him closer, Mobei Jun’s body crashed against his, pressing him against the wall behind him. Shang Qinghua gulped and wanted to push Mobei Jun gently away again, but the demon prince towered over him, imprisoning the human between the wall and his body. He leaned down, his in black hair falling around them and concealing their faces.

As the pursuers turned into the alley, they nearly stumbled over each other. From what they were seeing, a pair was intimately intertwined with each other. There was no way that that was their antisocial head disciple Shang Qinghua. They stumbled backwards, their faces blushing. „How indecent,“ one of them muttered before they all fled from the this openly shown demonstration of affection.

Not that Shang Qinghua would have noticed, because all he could think about was this ice cold body pressed against his way too hot one. They were so close that their breaths tangled between them. The inky waterfall of hair had shut the world outside out and right there, right now, there were only the two of them. Shang Qinghua‘s heart was drumming against his ribcage, trying to flee from it‘s prison and to nestle itself in Mobei Jun‘s hands where it belonged. His mind was blank as he opened his mouth to say something, find another excuse. To do something just to break this loaded silence. But not even a single sound escaped his lips.

Mobei Jun, too, didn‘t know what to do, nor what he was actually doing, pressing Shang Qinghua against the wall like that. He just knew that he didn‘t want this moment to end. Shan Qinghua looked like panicked prey, his eyes racing. But the blush on his cheeks made Mobei Jun hope that he didn‘t dislike this situation. His breath turned heavy and hot. Every hair of his body stood in alert. If he could just lean in, get even closer. It was then that Shang Qinghua opened his mouth without uttering a word. His lips looked even more enticing in the dim light of this small world behind his hair.

Mobei Jun couldn‘t hold back anymore. He leaned down, catching those soft petals between his. He never had kissed anyone before, so he didn‘t close his eyes as he leaned down. So he saw how Shang Qinghua‘s eyes widened, before they closed and his body relaxed. The tanghulu stick sliding out of Shang Qinghua‘s hand, falling to the ground. But neither of them paid their mind to that. The only thing they both could think about was the other. He really tastes sweeter than the tanghulu, was what Mobei Jun was thinking as he closed his own eyes to engulf himself completely in the moment. Shang Qinghua had opened his mouth some more, practically asking Mobei Jun to deepen the kiss. Without further ado, he let his tongue join with Shang Qinghua‘s, pressing against it and drawing a sweetheart whimper from the smaller man‘s throat. Their teeth crashed into each other, but they both didn‘t care. Shang Qinghua had wrapped his arms around Mobei Jun‘s neck, while the demon prince had grabbed the human‘s waist so firmly that he surely left red marks on the delicate skin beneath his robed.

It was a kind of clumsy kiss, both of them inexperienced and awkward. So it didn‘t last long before they had to break the kiss to catch their breath. They were both heaving, their faces burning, while their eyes searched for the other‘s filled with uncertainty what exactly had happened. But neither of them could hold the exe contact, so they both looked away in a bashful manner.

Mobei Jun was the first one to clear his throat, stepping back to give Shang Qinghua space. With that the drape of hair gave them free, reminding both of them that there was a world outside. A word where a human and a demon weren‘t supposed to kiss in an alleyway during a summer festival.

„I…“ they both started at the same time. It made Shang Qinghua giggle. “Well, that was a good idea to get them off our backs. They really would never imagine me, kissing such a beauty in broad,“ he stopped for a second before continuing with a crooked grin on his face, „… in broad night light.“ It seemed that even Mobei Jun found that joke so bad that he had to chuckle. They didn‘t have to talk about the kiss, the implications that it brought or if it had consequences. They could just use the excuse of using it as a method of distraction. Neither of them was mad about the fact, that the other just took this excuse and ran with it. They were just teenage boys. Mobei Jun wasn‘t quite sure about what exactly he was feeling. And Shang Qinghua wasn‘t sure if his favourite character really was interested in him or just acted in the spur of the moment. Either way, he felt just happy that he had the chance to kiss him.

They didn‘t bring the kiss up ever again. It felt more like a sweet dream in a warm summer night laced with the fresh taste of fruits and the sound of a bustling festival in the background. They didn‘t kiss either for a long, long time. But after that night, they grew even closer, the touches they shared filled with such tender care and the gazes they exchanged where embellished with feelings they didn‘t dare to speak out loud. Not that these two young man noticed these things about the other. They were way to concerned about their own hearts and feelings to catch the growing fondness of the other.

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snoopyhughes · 8 months ago

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walked in and dream came trued it for ya (nh13)

happy summer fic exchange @nol-pat! I hope you love this, my goal was to write a fun, lighthearted, Euro summer fic and I hope that translates into my writing. thank you as always, Demi for hosting this event for our community. @wyattjohnston. title from espresso by Sabrina carpenter :)

This is 1.8k words of pure fluff, strangers to lovers, I tried my best to make this a gender neutral reader so that it's safe for all to read.

You weren't sure that you ever imagined a trip like this.

One of your best friends was getting married to the love of her life, and when she asked you to be one of her bridesmaids, of course, you said yes. When you met Lucy in middle school, you couldn't say you thought that the two of you would be in each other's weddings. The "friendship" started off rocky, with Lucy holding hands with your boyfriend during science lab right in front of you. Lucy however, had no idea he was your boyfriend, and when she found out, she pushed him over and immediately coined you two as best friends. You were apprehensive at first of her outward nature, but soon found out the two of you made a perfect pair.

When Lucy decided to go to NYU for college, you staying closer to your home, neither of you could've imagined that she would've met the love of her life weeks in to her freshman year. Or that the love of her life would just so happen to be New Jersey Devils defenseman John Marino.

John was in his first season with the Devils when Lucy met him at a bar downtown, and the two of them clicked immediately. The two had been dating for a few years when John proposed. A few months later, John was traded to Utah, taking your best friend with him.

Since John's first full season in Utah, you had only seen Lucy once. When Lucy let it slip to John one night that her dream was to get married in Italy, a long lost dream that had gotten lost amongst the piles of student loans and outlandish New York rent fees, John jumped through every hoop to make it happen, and managed to get it all pulled together in a year. This all led you to here, in beautiful Lake Como, clutching your bags at the arrival gate feeling like a fish out of water.

To her credit, Lucy met you at the gate, the two of you embracing in a hug that was so needed after the long months you spent apart. "I missed you so much! I can't believe you're here!" She exclaimed, squeezing you tightly. "I can't believe it either! And I can't believe John paid for my flight," you grumbled in an attempt to hide how guilty you felt. When Lucy told you her and John were to be married in Italy, it took only seconds of her observing the horrified and disappointed look on your face until her and John decided to fund the trip. Lucy paid her share, working as a nurse practitioner now based in Utah, and the two of them didn't flinch before booking your trip. Lucy said it would be "absolutely foolish" to get married without you by her side as one of her bridesmaids. The title of maid of honor was always reserved for her sister, you coming in as a close second.

"Oh! And I have to tell you, I paired you up with Johnny's gorgeous teammate. He's foreign, single, and not to mention, he's the captain." Lucy squealed as you walked out to the rental car, your eyes bugging out. "Oh I'm googling him immediately," you giggled.

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The group of wedding party members arrived a few days early to spend some time in Italy exploring the beautiful country before the wedding duties begun. All Lucy informed you of was that you were going to be boating around the water and having lunch at a waterfront restaurant. As you got ready in what you thought was most appropriate for the occasion, your mind drifted to the man you saw on your phone screen yesterday.

When you found Nico on social media, you couldn't believe that Lucy had paired you two together for the wedding festivities. Nico was absolutely stunning. You never felt like a particularly shy person, but you found yourself rehearsing potential conversations, feeling like nothing could prepare you for any sort of interaction you had with the Swiss center man.

When you walked into the lobby of the resort, meeting the rest of the bridesmaids, they all squealed when they saw you, ready for the day on the boat. "Oh my god! You look incredible!" Daphne, Lucy's college roommate squealed, pulling you into a hug, which you had learned was her signature greeting. "Nico isn't gonna know what hit him!" Another bridesmaid had yelled. You shook your head laughing. You knew that Lucy had made it out to seem like you were forlorn, but the truth was that Lucy hated your ex so much that she was determined to set you up right after the breakup. What you felt was enough time to cope with the breakup had added an extra year onto that time, and it was safe to say you were ready to get back in to dating.

When you met the happy couple and the groomsmen at the boat, you weren't sure what to expect. But you can safely say you definitely were not expecting a party yacht, with blaring music, and men who already looked like they had downed a few bottles of champagne. After the boys moaned and groaned about your "late arrival" of 10 minutes, the boat set off.

You snuck away from the hustle and bustle momentarily to watch the views, seated towards the water with your drink of choice, when the man you had been thinking about for the last 24 hours came to greet you. "Y/N?" he asked hesitantly, almost like he wasn't completely convinced it was you. "That's me!" you smiled at him, and when you turned and made eye contact with his smiling face, little did you know the two of you melted like butter in the hot summer sun.

"Wow," he muttered out loud, much to his dismay. Sensing his nerves, you stood up to shake his hand. "Hi! Nice to finally meet you, Nico. I understand we're going to be walking down the aisle together?" you asked with a smile. He took your hand with a shake, albeit a bit clammy, and put his other hand on your forearm, causing goosebumps to arise. You were suddenly grateful for your decision to wear your favorite swimming suit, the one you felt most confident in. You considered leaving it until after the wedding, but no better time than the present.

"Yeah, we are. Have you been in a wedding before?" You asked him with a smile, causing Nico's cheeks to turn pink. "I've been in two weddings before. Best man in one and a groomsman in the other. What about you?" He asked you, trying not to show his nerves. "I've never been in one. I haven't been to many weddings, this is all very new to me." You smiled at him, grateful that you would have his smiling face next to you throughout this journey. You didn't know hardly anyone here, and before you met the other bridesmaids, you were starting to realize how nervous you really were. But as you met the other bridesmaids, the wives and girlfriends of John's teammates past and present, and of course, Nico, you felt much more comfortable with the fact that you had never traveled outside of the country, had never been in a wedding before, and knew virtually no one outside of the bride and groom.

"Hopefully I can keep you good company, make your first wedding very memorable for you." Nico mentioned cheekily, the same blush dusting the apples of his cheeks. "I hope so."

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You never doubted that Nico would make the wedding and your trip memorable, but you were surprised at the amount of chivalry he was pulling out. You were so nervous to impress him, but little did you know, Nico had been thinking about you constantly since you met on the boat. Not to mention he spent the rest of the time on the yacht keeping you company, getting you refills of your favorite drink, and bringing you water when the July Italian sun proved to be as bright and as scorching as you had imagined.

You were getting ready with the other bridesmaids, putting on another coat of mascara when you heard a knock on the door. You were the only one doing your makeup at the time, and after a quick scope around the room to make sure none of the girls who were changing were gonna flash the visitor at the door, you opened the door.

A pleasant surprise greeted you: Nico with a bouquet of flowers, looking breathtaking in his soft grey groomsman suit. "These are for you," he mumbled nervously, pushing them towards you with that blush on his cheeks that was becoming very familiar to you. "Thank you, these are gorgeous!" You smiled, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek as a sign of gratitude. Nico had no idea how he was standing on his own two feet at that point. In just a few short days, you had turned him into putty in your hands. He found himself wondering how far the travel would be from where you lived to Newark when the season started.

He bid you a goodbye, the both of you going to finish off getting ready for the wedding and helping the bride and groom respectively to get ready for the walk down the aisle.

When you met Nico at the end of the aisle, the two of you felt your heart stop. And when Nico continued to make eye contact with you during the ceremony, keeping a soft hand on your back throughout the reception, and when the two of you finally joined each other at the end of the night for a dance, you melted into his arms, Nico feeling so lucky to have been paired with you. He felt himself falling hard for you, and you felt the same way.

"Can I convince you to make a trip to Jersey this season? I know Lucy and Johnny aren't there anymore, but I'd like to think you have another reason to come back." Nico asked with his head resting against the top of your head. "Do I?" you teased, causing Nico to laugh. "I'm kidding, I'd love to." When you looked up at him after confirming his plans, seeing the sparkling look in his eye, you only had one more thing to do. The two of you felt the magnetic pull towards each other, your lips finally touching, and you both knew that the two of you were smitten. As Nico rested his hand on your waist and pulled away, seeing John and Lucy smiling at you, everyone had a feeling the four of you would soon find yourself in a similar situation a few years down the road.

#nico hischier #nh13 #elle's writing #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #New Jersey devils #New Jersey devils imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 10 months ago

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Hello, hello! Congrats to the milestone! For the festivity may I wish for a fic with 1/A; 2/Canon- adjasond; 3/Hurt/Comfort and 4 is up to you. If it fits your jam, would be an outsider pov be possible? 👀

Thank you so much for the ask, I definitely gave myself some feels writing this one! I've never done a Wayne POV before, but I'm quite happy with how it turned out. 🥲

Your first warden

Words: 999

Rated: T

Tags: POV Wayne Munson; Good uncle Wayne Munson; Child neglect; Child abuse; Alcohol abuse; Drowning; Referenced parental death; Eddie had a shitty childhood; Post-Vecna; Everybody lives; Hurt Eddie Munson; Recovery; Caretaker Steve Harrington; Hurt/comfort

The first time Eddie almost died, he was two years old.

Al had insisted on bringing him along for that fishing trip. A proper men's day out, he'd said. Of course Al’s idea of a proper men's day out was hitting the booze the second they arrived. By the time Wayne heard him snore, little Ed had already wandered off.

He found him floating face down between the reeds a few yards away. The water lillies and the pretty lights rippling on the surface must've drawn him in. Wayne thinks he lost five years of his life in the seconds between pulling him out and the kid's first coughs filling the air.

“‘s okay, kiddo,” Wayne murmured as he rocked the both of them, tears and lake water drenching his flannel. “‘s okay. I gotcha.”

The ruckus drew Al, of course. He took one look at them and yanked Eddie away by the arm, slapping him hard across the face.

“Quit howling, it's your own damn fault for going in the water. And you,” his eyes found Wayne's and his face twisted into something ugly. “Who d'ya think you are, his fucking guard dog? Keep your nose outta things that don't concern ya.”

And maybe it was because Wayne never liked being told what to do, least of all by his drunk, deadbeat brother - but he promised himself something on that day.

For as long as Eddie would need him, he'd watch over him.

He'd often think back on that promise over the years. Teaching Eddie to ride a bike. Letting him sob into his shoulder at his mom's funeral, daring Al to say something about being a man one glare at a time. Taking him in when he showed up on his doorstep, bruised and beaten, hair shorn so short his scalp was bleeding in places.

Wayne never regretted his decision, and he never broke that promise.

Until the day Eddie almost died the second time.

The beemer parked by the new trailer is a sight he should be used to by now. Still, Wayne can't help but grumble as he makes his way up the porch steps.

Don't get him wrong, he'll be forever grateful to the Harrington boy for carrying Eddie out of literal hell, but he isn't sure if this new friendship between the two will ever be anything but bizarre to him.

Maybe it's because the Harringtons don't mingle with the likes of them, or maybe it's because the lad is the exact type of kid Eddie hates with a passion, usually.

Maybe it's because Wayne has noticed the way Eddie looks at the boy. He's always had a way of getting in too deep, Eddie has. Drawn to pretty flowers and rippling lights that'll slip through his fingers when grasps at them, luring him in until it's too late.

The first thing he hears when he steps inside is a thud, followed by a wince. He's just taken the first step when Harrington barrels out of the kitchen and into Eddie’s room, completely unaware of Wayne standing in the door.

“Eddie? What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” comes Eddie’s reply, and Wayne knows that tone. The just-got-caught-doing-forbidden-shit one. “Just trying to put up this fucking thing.”

Toeing off his boots, Wayne hovers closer to the half-open door. A look inside reveals Eddie, sitting on the bed with a sheepish grin on his face and that giant banner he made for his band beside him. Harrington, back turned to the door, huffs and picks up the hammer lying on the ground.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he scolds, climbing onto the bed and gesturing for Eddie to hand him the banner. A few swift movements and knocks of the hammer later, it’s hanging. “You could’ve opened a wound. Again. What do I need to do to make you stay in bed, tie you up?”

Eddie grins toothily. “Okay, one: I am in bed, technically. And two: oooh, kinky.”

Wayne groans soundlessly. Harrington rakes a hand down his face, plopping down cross-legged on the mattress.

“Eddie.”

Their knees bump together. Now that he has turned and he can see him in half-profile, Wayne recognizes the concern on Harrington’s face. Eddie’s grin shifts into something softer.

“I know,” he says, watching his hand fiddle with a loose thread on his pajama pants. “It’s just … It’s annoying, not being able to do anything on my own. Being such a goddamn burden all the time. To Wayne, to the kids. To you.”

“Hey.” Harrington’s hand settles on top of Eddie’s. “You're not a burden. We're all glad you're here. I'm glad. You know that, right?

Eddie flips his hand, tangling their fingers together, and Harrington doesn't pull away.

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs. “I know.”

Harrington smiles, reaching up to cup Eddie’s face with his free hand.

“You just wait,” he winks. “You'll be back to walking on tables in no time. And in the meantime …”

Eddie melts into the touch, lashes brushing the other boy's palm as his eyes flutter shut.

“In the meantime, you got me.”

“I gotcha,” Harrington confirms, and leans in.

Wayne is just about to sneak away when the kettle whistles in the kitchen. The boys turn … and then they all just sort of freeze.

“Hiya, boys,” Wayne rumbles when they're still silently gaping at him a few seconds later.

“Mr. Munson,” Harrington croaks. “I mean … sir. I mean … hi?”

“Wayne?” Eddie blurts. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

Wayne considers that question while both boys continue to stare at him with matching scarlet blushes coloring their cheeks. Their hands are still lying entwined on the mattress between them.

“Long enough, I reckon,” is what he finally says. “I'll take care of the kettle, Steve. You lads stay put.”

And with that, he closes the door on their confused faces and makes his way into the kitchen. It's been a long day, and he's looking forward to resting his feet.

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lotuzies · 28 days ago

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VAMPIRE REALITY 𖥔 pinterest tour

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ hello! you were just now invited to come and take a look into the reality where blood tainted fangs are more than just a myth. where one's biggest nightmare is another's purest love.

note: this is much better viewed in light mode

── .✦ overview :

O1. louise 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ let's start with the basics, the star of the show — me! louise virelli-sanguis, daughter of lord lucien & lady seraphina of valora. my enchanting, almost hypnotic beauty is enough to strike through anyone's heart. now, talking about the actual face claim (@/lavbackpack on ig), she was the perfect choice! we are actually quite similar in terms of our features, so i felt like it wasn't too big of a change.

O2. boyf 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ ultimate heartthrob, park sunghoon, the famous figure skater of the human kind. we met at a festival held in virethia, my birthplace, where the bond and harmony between vampires and humans is celebrated. he was wandering around, presumably lost, until he stumbled into me. love at first sight never felt so real, so right.

O3. poki 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ my child. pets are common between vampires, such as black cats, owls or even bats. most black cats living in virethia are the ones neglected in the human world, that's why they're most of the feline population here. poki, the one gifted to me around 150 years ago, has been my trusted companion ever since.

O4. closet 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ obviously, i am entitled to the best (and biggest) selection of clothes. cutesy outfits in dark color schemes for casual outings, grand show-stopper beautiful dresses for important ceremonies or parties, silk pajamas for a feather-like sleep and statement accessories for some spice.

O5. weapons 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ some of the vampiric population volunteers to go on certain missions on the other side to ensure virethia's safety (and wealth). due majorly to boredom and lots of convincing from my friends, i decided to join this group of people. obviously, i don't own all of those weapons — as i prefer scythes and sickles — but the pictures are an illustration of the most commonly used ones by my teammates.

O6. belongings 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ things one would definitely find if spent enough time rummaging through my bedroom. lots of make up, books and my diary, fuzzy stuffed animals, accessories, candles, perfume bottles... all things you'd expect a cliché teenage girl to own.

O7. valora 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ valora, the land ruled by house sanguis is, for me, synonym of home. the most populated town, city of innovation, where the founders of virethia once resided. it's a gleaming city, really, bustling markets, massive factories, the oldest of monumental structures and wonderful workshops where revolutionary ideas come to life. think something close to... dark london streets.

O8. elysium 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ the true beauty of virethia is the foundation of elysium, land ruled by house caelum. elymians are known to value art in its every form, such as painting, sculpting, philosophy, etc. ethereal gardens, opulent palaces, art galleries and libraries here and there, all places any artist could gather inspiration from. very similar to the streets of rome.

O9. noctis 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ the eery land of noctis, ruled by house mortis, also popularly known as "the scary ones". full of secrecy involving everything about dark and sometimes forbidden magic, it's landscapes are the closest to what humans mostly assume as the place vampires would live — towering black spires, haunted forests and shadowy lakes accentuated with a thick and misty atmosphere.

── .✦ final notes : i love love loooove this reality with all my heart!!! and even though it was a pain in the ass having to use my laptop to make this post (stupid photo limit), i still really enjoyed this whole process. let me know if u want me to make my pinterest boards public if u need inspo/visuals for a similar dr (this is still a wip tho, i'll def add more pins and sections in the future). anyways, thank u if u reached this far! byebye & go shift ! ><

#.☘︎ ݁˖ izzy (vampire version) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #.☘︎ ݁˖ izzy's realities ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #shiftblr #shifting #shifting motivation #shifting moots #law of assumption #loassumption #shifting blog #shifting community #loa #desired reality #shifting tips #shifting script #kpop shifting #shiftingrealities #reality shifting #shifters #shifting consciousness

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ariaste · 2 months ago

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*sidles up to* hello! I need you to know the absolute death grip Running Close To The Wind has on my psyche. I have listened to it at least 9 times and read it at least twice. As a disable polyamorous kinky queer with 1 nb partner and one golden retriever boyfriend I have never felt more more lovingly courted by the narrative.

I thought it had been long enough for me to be normal about my emotions but it has not!!!! Instead please have this list of things i admire.

Every Single Character clearly has a rich internal life and develops and changes!!! I can't think of a single character that speaks in more than one scene that doesn't develop. Even Lt Viyan goes from cheerfully neutral to "stressed about the cake festival"

This goes double for how much of Tev's we can see even without the Captain's Log!!!! Tev has SO MANY FEELINGS.

I love the implication that the thing that finally broke their relationship the last time is that Avra sung a song in public that talked about Tev's body, and he never cottons on to the problem! Tev's body and Tev's gender are so thoroughly uncoupled to him that it never even crosses his mind it could be a problem, but it destroys Tev's trust. You would not believe the amount of time I have spent chewing over that one.

And all of that is before the story!!!!! There is never a moment of "Tev and Avra had been fucking off and on for 13 years, since Avra first came to the island of Lost Souls for work etc etc etc" but there is so much backstory that rewards you for paying attention, plus the tension of not knowing things at first.... beautiful

Julian is one of the things I have not processed sufficiently yet. I love him and his dom voice and how his emotional Journey starts off much more oblique to the reader because Avra doesn't know him as well and then the bar scene and and and. Aaaaaah. Special mention also to the lake scene

They're all adults with careers!!!! Not just adults, but adults of diverse ages and life experiences. Except Ellat, who is baby.

Pirate Society really does feel like a it's own distinct cultural group while also maintaining the sense that all of the Pirates came from somewhere with their own traditions, names, and values. You're so good at diversity that doesn't feel like just checking boxes and also doesn't fall into stereotypes.

You have made your own posts about disability in this book and I have been at this for an hour so I will leave it at: yes, thank you

The possibility that the goddess of luck is directly interfering with Avra (possibly deliberately trying to expose the secret) not just making him lucky, for example Avra's overwhelming need to go for a walk when they get to the hotel. I like that this is ambiguous mainly bc Avra just refuses to engage in that conversation

Avra is very smart actually!!!!! He talks about keeping his head empty but he is clever, insightful, educated, and curious about the world

Tev and Avra's murkey understanding of BDSM and aftercare - they have been doing both! But they are not good at it and Avra clearly has no idea what Julian's dom voice is doing to him. Tev knows enough about aftercare to cuddle Avra through the worst of it but also is Anti Touching. Cat's line, "and every so often having the honor of being entrusted quite profoundly with caring for you for an hour or two," implies a lot of trust and some hardcore emotional fallout!

I am going to send on this now before I lose my nerve about being perceived but thank you for writing My Favorite Book

[Second message postscript] Also I forgot to mention the absolute scathing critism of captialism, imperialism, and institutional power. Those things are. Also. Important to me.

I am truly and genuinely honored by these messages. Thank you for the absolute cornucopia of lovely compliments, thank you for taking so much time to write them out, and particularly thank you for all of your excellent insights! And listening to it NINE TIMES and reading it at least twice!! that is so many!!!! It only came out eight months ago! Wow, that is incredibly flattering. <3

I will respond to a couple of your points with the number of your comment: 1 & 2. Yes, Tev has SO MANY FEELINGS, thank you for noticing! I think it is easy to overlook how many feelings Tev has because most of them are expressed as Angry, but that doesn't mean they are Angry. Tev just copes with every emotion by also being mad at whatever caused it.

3. Y'know, I was about to say "To me it was more about Tev feeling shame and humiliation because Avra had exposed part of their sex life and one of Tev's kinks (their collection of spooky dildos)" but then I thought about it for two seconds and! No yeah, you're kind of right actually! Because that IS related to Tev's contentious relationship to their body, isn't it. And so is the Tev Doesn't Like Being Touched thing as you mentioned later -- it is all bound up in the trauma and psychic damage they took from growing up in Tash. Avra's song in particular I think just hit one of those triggers that is both personal/individual and cultural, and... as stated before, Tev copes with every emotion by also being mad, and those were some very, very big emotions they had. But yes, all that was going through Avra's mind was "Breaking News: Captain Teveri az-Haffar is so fucking hot, you guys, let me tell you ALL ABOUT IT" -- because to him, that's a praise song, that's the sort of thing people say about Xing Fe Hua (that he was an incredible pirate and "he kissed me full on the mouth") so why would it not be fine to also say it about Tev? He was using very Scuttle Cove culture-logic, and in THAT contexts, he was right, it does increase Tev's word-fame. But he also stepped on a major landmine in the Tash culture-logic. So... I feel like that illustrates one of the great tragedies of human interaction -- you can set out with the best of intentions and nothing but love in your heart and still manage to hurt someone you care about. That shit keeps me up at night, let me tell you what.

7. Ahhhh THANK YOU! This is something I work very hard at, because I too really dislike the "checking boxes" approach to diverse representation. It never feels sincere, for one thing -- as if the authors care more about diversity (the abstract concept) than they do about people (the living, breathing individuals they're writing about (or the ones who are reading the book)). I think it was particularly easy to do in the case of Pirate Society specifically because I went into it thinking, "Man, every single person on this island has a Story. NOBODY is here by accident except for the people who were born here, but even that is a Story in this context. How many different reasons can I come up with for someone having to throw their life away and move to the Isles of Lost Souls as one of its eponymous lost souls?"

11. Yeah the problem that Tev and Avra run into with their sex life is that they're both profoundly bad at intimacy. All the fraught bits of their relationship stem from that underlying wound they have to work around. Fortunately Julian is very good at intimacy. It is Julian's whole jam.

Anyway THANK YOU AGAIN for the truly lovely message -- the points I didn't respond to were only because I was like "mmm [sage nod] yes that's true" or "ah what a kind comment!" or both. :)

(Side note, but if you would enjoy talking to some other people who also love this book very much, there is an official fandom Discord server here: https://discord.gg/DTyee9HRR9 Come join us!)

#running close to the wind #alexandra rowland #books #fantasy

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crystallilytarot · 1 year ago

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Choose an earring. The next blessing in your life

1- cherry

If you are tired physically or mentally, please keep going just a little longer, you're almost there! The goal is so close. You can rest soon! If you had a lot of work/ homework lately, you can find the balance between working/studying and your personal life soon. If you try to manifest something, it's working, don't give up! If you try to find a job, you will be able to have a job soon. There will be someone who will help you, and you will be very grateful. It can be emotional support, but for some of you it will be financial support. It's possible that all of you will get a significant amount of money, or you will get a promotion. You will be more confident, calm and you will just enjoy your life. It's very specific, but I heard that for some of you, you will buy a lot of new clothes or accessories and you will be able to express yourself and your personal aesthetic.

2- bunny

If you were lonely lately or if you didn't really go out with your friends, it will change soon. I think it will begin with a party/festival or it can be a small gathering with friends or family too. If you had some bad experiences, trauma, you will feel so much better! I heard that it's enough, you can go out to the world again and have fun, don't let those bad people ruin your happiness! Number 3 is very significant here. Maybe you will spend time again with 2 of your friends. It can be 2 of you, and someone will help you two. I think you will work with 2 other people or make a plan with them about something. If you are working in a team, you will get along well, and your work will be succesful. If you want to relocate, change jobs, study in another city, you will have that opportunity soon! You will possibly go on a trip, it can be to another country, maybe it was your dream to go to those country. If you are in a long distance relationship, you will meet for the first time or you will travel a lot to meet them, and they will travel to you too. If it's not a new relationship, it's possible that they will ask you to move in together. You will feel satisfied, you will have the sense of belonging.

3- birdie

It's possibly a big change that is coming your way. Maybe your life was a little chaotic or painful lately, but it will change soon! You will feel more balanced, relaxed, calm, and you will have peace in your life. Your relationships will be harmonious. I feel you will spend more time outside, it would be good for you if you would spend more time in nature. If you like to swim, go to swimming or just go for a walk at the beach, or to a lake, if there are something like that in your area. You will be very creative in this next period of your life. If you felt like you lost hope, it will change and you will feel more hopeful. Some of you have some sickness, you will recover soon and you will feel better and more energetic. Your vitality will be very good. Maybe some of you will find a new hobby. If you want to be famous, it's possible to happen or at least people will recognize and acknowledge your talent and your uniqueness. If you have some big plans, you need to be patient, it can't be happening in one night. But your hard work will definitely pay off, just keep going. For some of you, you can have a person in your life who can help you, they are someone who is practical, responsible, maybe a little stubborn, but they can give you good advice. And for some of you this person will be a new romantic interest, but it's possible too that they are your friend and your relationship will be more than just a friendship soon. If you can, go for a little trip or to some spa treatment, somewhere you can relax a little, or if you are planning to go to a place like this, you will be able to do it. If you want to think about something /a decision, it would be good to go to a place like this, or just go spend some time in nature, alone if it's possible and you will see everything clearer.

#free tarot #pick a card #tarot #pick a pile

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honeyscara · 5 months ago

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⭒Giyu Tomioka⭒

Part 3 of friends?

Synopsis: After completing a mission you and giyu attend a festival at the villager and giyu asks you to take a walk with him.

Cw/tw: None, fluff and there's a bit of intense kissing at the end

~Darling~

Days pass, and though you both pretend the near-kiss never happened you couldn't stop thinking about it. His hands cupped your face, thumbs rubbing against your cheek while he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your face as you closed your eyes. You can still feel the warmth that lingered when he pulled back slightly because of the interruption.

You were sent on another mission together to a quiet, scenic mountain village. After completing the mission, the villagers invited you guys to a festival held in honor of the season's end and also as a thank-you for saving their lives.

The villagers gathered by a large lake, surrounded by blossoming trees, with hundreds of lanterns floating in the water. The atmosphere was so calming and pleasant that you couldn't help but smile at everyone and enjoy themselves immensely. While you were lost in admiring the view, giyu spoke up.

"Do you want to take a stroll by the lake?" he asked. "It looks beautiful." He said, smiling a bit. It made your heart melt to see him like this.

"sure, let's go" you say and grab Giyu’s hand leading him by the arm towards the lake.

As you walked along the shore you felt the cool night air gently brushing against your face. The moonlight shone brightly onto the dark waters reflecting its white reflection into your irises. The music from the festival had faded, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water.

As the two of you walked in silence, your gaze shifted to the man beside you. You remembered that day in the forest again as you looked at giyu. Your breath hitched as your gaze went down to his lips . How you wished you could kiss them...and more. Your attention was drawn back to him when he suddenly stopped walking and turned towards you.

"giyu?" you look at him confused as he gets closer

"about that night...I haven't been able to stop thinking about it" he said as his hands went up to cup your face again

"..I don't know if you feel the same but...I think it's important for me to tell you how I really feel..." he says before leaning in and softly pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss was slow and gentle, making you close your eyes and sigh in blissful satisfaction. Giyu wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer, his grip firm and almost desperate as he deepens the kiss. Giyu’s usual restraint is gone, as he pours every emotion he’s kept hidden into the kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and cling tight, feeling yourself get lost in the moment. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you let out a soft moan against his mouth. Giyu lets his lips trail down to your jawline, then down to your neck and slowly sucks on one sensitive spot. A shiver rolls through your body, making you gasp softly into the kiss, which makes him pull away but he's still holding your waist.

You stare into his eyes and feel yourself becoming dazed from what he just did. Your lips are swollen and there's an unmistakable pinkish-purple tint on your skin. Giyu grins as he kisses your forehead. His gaze darts down to your lips again and your heart stops for a second. There he goes again with those intense eyes, the way he's looking at you, is making your knees weak.

"do you wanna go home?" giyu asks softly, not breaking eye contact with you. Your mind is hazy and it takes a few seconds before you realize what he's asking.

"...Yeah, I do," you reply. He lets out a small chuckle and nods. "let's go darling" he says with a grin while your heart flutters with the nickname.

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orcasoul · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my Pedro Pascal masterlist. I'm still fairly new to fan fiction and have never attempted creative writing until last year, so please go easy on me, people lol. I currently write for Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius and Pedro Pascal himself. Comments and reblogs mean the world to me. It lets us know if we're doing a good job or not. I hope you all enjoy.....

💔= Angst 💘=Fluff 🔥=Smut 🗡= Violence

A03 Link Fic Recommendations

Din Djarin Masterlist

Remember Cyar'ika Masterlist 💔 💘 🗡

You and Din hunt bounties together, but you get injured and have Amnesia. Will his love help you regain your memory?

Priceless Masterlist 💔 💘 🗡

You and Din miss Grogu terribly after he leaves with Luke Skywalker. After confessing your feelings to each other Din leaves to track down a quarry. While waiting for Din's return you are abducted by slavers. Din saves the day!

We don't talk anymore 💔 💘

You are afraid Din doesn't want you around anymore since Grogu has been returned to his people. After an argument yours and Dins' true feelings come out.

Warm or cold 💔 💘 🔥 🗡

You and Din track bounties together. During one hunt the quarry gets the upper hand and tries to kill you in order to escape. Din makes him pay. No one hurts his Cyare!

Catch Me If You Can 🔥 💘

You'd better run. The Mandalorian is hot on your heels....

That Time Again 💘

You've bled through but Din panics, thinking you're injured...

Across an Ocean of Stars - Coming Soon WIP

Broken Masterlist 💔 💘 🗡

Din is on the brink of death. The only way to save him is to remove his helmet. Surely he'll understand and forgive you... right?

A Beskar Dress for Dins Cyare 💘 🔥

Just a little scene I've conjured, inspired by a chainmail dress.

Din Djarin Head-canons

Din Djarin Imagine

Joel Miller Masterlist

Am I Too Late to Love You? Masterlist 💔 💘 🗡

Joel breaks you heart when you confess your love for him. You get into trouble whilst on patrol, causing Joel to accept his feelings and leave in a desperate search for you.

Reckless 💔 💘 🗡

You are a bit too headstrong and impulsive for Joel's liking. After purposely putting yourself in danger he let's you know just how much you mean to him.

When I wake up I've lost something A 💔 🗡

Joel is finally happy and in love but when he wakes up.....

The swimming lesson 🔥 💘

You are close friends with Joel and Ellie. You can't swim, so Ellie gets Joel to teach you at a secluded lake. All the sexual tension and pining for each other becomes too much....

Twelve days of Christmas 💔 💘

For twenty years Joel never had to think about Christmas. Painful memories of past Christmases with his daughter were easier to bury in the depths of his mind. But now Jackson's festivities are in full swing and an unexpected meeting might just give Joel a reason to embrace the holiday once again.

Every Last One of Them 💔 🗡

Abby is about to kill the man you love. You can't let that happen so you make the ultimate sacrifice....

I'll Come Back For You 💔

Letting go is hard to do for both of you. But as they say, if you love someone, you have to let them go.

Not My Man 💔💘

You are furious when you learn that Joel is suspected of hurting you.

Joel Miller head-cannons

Joel Miller Imagine

General Marcus Acacius Masterlist

The Lesser of Two Evils 💔💘🔥🗡

Series Masterlist

Rome is the enemy but so are the people you've spent your whole life with. When faced with a desperate choice of life or death which enemy should you choose?

What We Do In Life Echos In Eternity - Coming soon

Marcus Acacius headcanons

Marcus Acacius Imagine

Harry Castillo - coming soon

Untitled Maid Female Reader/ Employer Harry - coming soon

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Oh Baby Masterlist 💔 💘

A baby is the last thing you and Pedro expected but life has a way of surprising you for the better...

Forever a Winner 💘

It's the night of the Golden Globes awards and you're there to support the love of your life, Pedro Pascal.

The Plus one 💔💘

You and Pedro have been in a relationship for a while but for some reason he'd stopped inviting you to social events. Has he grown tired of you...?

Stay tuned for many more stories to come. I've made a physical note of every story I want to create and there are so many it's always so hard to chose the next one, especially when new ideas pop up all the time! 😆😜 I'm looking forward to one day having them all written and posted for my and your enjoyment 🤗😘

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 years ago

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A song for the night

Azula x Earth Bender Reader (Gender—Neutral)

Request - Can I request Azula x Earthbender reader (romantically) where she teaches R about the Fire Nation's history, culture, and traditions?

You and Azula are dating in secret and have a secret hiding place. You arrive first and it's nighttime and you wait for your girlfriend. You and Azula meet in a cave and it's in the middle of the forest far from your village and hers. Late… You tried to start a fire but couldn't. Then Azula used small flames to make fire then you turned around and smiled at your girlfriend. You stand up then you hug her.

“I missed you” You smiled.

“I missed you too. I couldn't come days ago and see you because I had to train a lot” Azula said.

You and Azula start to kiss each other again.

Nobody can't know about the relationship, because Fire Benders and Earth Benders hate each other.

“I got this for you, Y/n. Hope you will like it” Azula said.

She watches you unwrap the box then you open it.

“What is it?” You asked.

“They are called Mooncakes. And it tastes really good. Go ahead and try it” Azula said.

You grabbed a mooncake. They are small dessert cakes filled with a sweet paste traditionally made with lotus seeds.

“Wow they taste so good,” You said.

You start to eat more then she grabs one.

“Glad, you like it,” Azula said.

“What are these symbols on the cakes?” You asked.

“Oh. Umm, do you really want to know?” Azula asked.

“Is it bad?” You asked.

“Ummm, the Fire Nation used mooncakes to send secret messages to attack The Earth Kingdom in 147 BC…” Azula said.

“Oh. Don't tell anyone I like the mooncakes” You whispered

“I won't tell anyone, I promise” Azula whispered

You and Azula sit down next to each other. You ask questions about the Fire Nation and she tells you everything.

“Mooncakes are popular during Bon festival,” Azula said.

“What is Bon festival?” You asked.

“Bon festival is when we use floating lanterns put into rivers, lakes, and seas in order to guide the spirits back into their world. We celebrate the loved ones we lost” Azula said.

“We do that too, but differently,” You said.

“What do you do?” Azula asked.

“We place their pictures next to a candle and put gifts around the picture frame, what of they used to like,” You said.

“Interesting,” Azula said.

While talking, she lies her head on your shoulder. You and Azula are holding hands and just talking to each other. Azula used to hate opening up to people because she thought it was a waste of time. But with you it's different, she can be herself without feeling judged.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

Again, you and Azula met at the cave. You two are always happy to see each other.

“Y/n, what happened to your eye?” Azula asked.

“I was training with Toph. Well, she was helping me train. We got carried away, we tried to stop each other’s attacks and I got hit in the eye” You said.

“I will help you train and you will be stronger than Toph and everyone else” Azula smiled.

First, she helps you with your stance. Next, she helps you to move faster and punch faster, etc.

After a while of training, you and Azula sit down and rest. She got more mooncakes and you start to eat it.

“Follow me” You smiled.

“Okay,” Azula said.

You and Azula leave the cave, now standing next to a tree. She watches you crave A+ __, the first letter of your name on the tree.

“This means, we are lovers and only we know about this” You smiled.

“I like it” Azula smiled.

She pulled your shirt then she kissed you on the lips.

“How do people show love of affection in the fire nation?” You asked.

“I’m not sure. I have never been in love. I did see people buy expensive gifts to show they are rich” Azula said.

“I don't care about your money, I care about you,” You said.

You put your arms around her and she did the same. She gently caresses your cheek then she starts to kiss you.

#azula x reader #azula imagine #Azula x male reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral fanfic #male reader #atla imagine

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sorentymn · 25 days ago

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Tarnin Austa

✤ Summary: The elves of Mirkwood celebrate Tarnin Austa “passage into summer”, for years they celebrated without the presence of their king, but his love is determined to change that. ✤ Content: One-shot, pre-established relationship, mostly fluff ✤ A/N: This is a short featuring an established relationship between Thranduil and his captain of the guard, Arendil, that I’m trying to turn into an official series. But while that wheel turns, I decided to post bits and pieces for feels. Enjoy! + Also, the lake mentioned in the fic is based on this beautiful artwork! https://www.artstation.com/artwork/4X4kLn + I couldn't find much information on the festivities themselves so some of the elements are not true to the works.

The spring had come and gone as it always did, like the realm had been roused awake with Yavanna’s blessings, pouring abundance unto the lives of all who called Middle-earth home.

As his subjects took to the woods in honour of the new cycle, their reclusive sovereign remained hidden throughout all pivotal festivities. His absence did not stir talks or unsavoury rumours because the tragedy that’d befallen the king is well known to all of Mirkwood and beyond. They were content with his invisible hands, keeping them safe, providing and fighting for them. Arendil, however, is determined to water a 'dead husk'.

In the first moments of his waking, Arendil felt the comforting rise and fall beside him, the pattern that had brought immense and unexplainable comfort to him in the past six months since they’d found one another. The knowledge that Thranduil was only mere inches away brought a drowsy smile to his lips as he curled up into a fetal position, a good mass of the blanket clutched close to his chest as he determined to savour the last moments of comfort before the day begins. When he finally felt ready, his eyes slowly opened to find Thranduil’s true face.

The Elvenking in his presence now was not the one known to his subjects. The veneer had been drawn back, laying bare the gruesome result of dragon fire that will never mend. The first time he’d stumbled upon Thranduil in his private moment, the ruthlessness of it made him unbearably sad. His own father lived ages with the crippling consequence of his days on the battlefield and he remembers the look on his mother’s face every morning as she tended to him. It was hopefulness tinged with melancholy only desperation could elicit. The desperation of not being able to alleviate the pain that plagues their loved ones day by day.

Before his mind caught up with him, Arendil’s hand inched towards his slumbering love. When his fingertips ghosted over the singed edges of his scar, Thranduil's eyes shot open. The blind eye and his seeing one both bore into him with a mixture of shock behind the veil of his starlit strands. He'd triggered something and he watched unchanging as Thranduil's mind did its rounds, rode out the horrific subconscious instincts and eventually returned to himself. It was vacant, but it was him.

Through this, Arendil did not retract his hand. They remained suspended that way until the captain breached the invisible barrier. His cold fingers traced the burnt line at Thranduil's temple, which made the king’s breath hitch upon contact. His entire body went rigid, but under the tenderness of Arendil’s persistent gaze, he did his best to soften. It was all purely instinctive; they were both lost in the haze between sleep and it was earnest.

Thranduil finally sighed as the mild panic subsided replaced by the drowsiness. He then leaned against Arendil's touch, which made the captain's heart clench. It felt like acceptance without the complexity of speech, and they both mirrored one another’s unrestrained smiles.

"Aur mae, aran nîn." Thranduil’s large hand crept up from beneath the blanket to press warmly against the back of his own, still gently placed against his scars. The king mouthed his good morning back, before removing Arendil's hand from his face to hold instead against his lips. Then the violent sinewy makings of his face began to emit bright shimmers as the glamour rose over his face like a blanket of day arriving to overtake the waning night. He was pristine again, guarded again.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to wake you.” “Don’t be sorry, I was well on my way.” Thranduil’s thin lips brushed against the back of his palm, and the humidity against his skin felt so very lovely, like a misty reminder of the warmth that lives deep within him.

"Did you sleep well?" Thranduil rasped, his voice still heavy with sleep as he nipped at Arendil's knuckles and then trailed off to each finger mindlessly. There was something about the shape of it that fascinated him to no end, even with its collection of scars that never quite properly smoothed away.

"I did actually, I remembered something quite lovely." This instantly intrigued the king who gently bit at his fingertips which prompted a look from the captain he adores.

“Let’s hear it then”, Thranduil prompted. This is yet another one of the new routines they were both comfortably falling into. Before his perpetual grieving, dreams used to be a place full of wonder but after so much death and ruin of those closest to him, all he saw were cruel things that plagued his rest.

After a long and arduous battle against his psyche, the king eventually lost them. He no longer dreamed. So, Arendil took it upon himself to share his stories when the king could spare time before his duties for the day. It does help that it is Arendil's responsibility to escort him everywhere, if they needed extra time, they would have it.

Arendil scooted closer and was instantly enveloped by a strong arm. Against his chest, the captain told a colourful story of his resurfaced childhood, the mundaneness of his youth, including all the strange and delightful flavours of being young and normal, that managed to get his king close to laughing out of sheer absurdity. It was the kind of normalcy that Thranduil could not imagine being not only an only child but an heir to a race constantly under threat. It's a kind of easiness he never let himself yearn for.

This story reminded him of his dear Legolas and the adventures he would get up to when he was but an elfling. The boy was always spirited and adventurous to a fault, he couldn't count the number of times he would sneak away only to be brought back covered in all sorts of things or brought back creatures they simply could not keep within the walls. Let's not mention acrobatics at dinner.

“And here I thought you were the obedient one.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever hidden my taste for a little rebellion”

“That you don’t, I may have been willfully blind” Thranduil was now wearing that permanent smirk but not the mocking one his disappointing counsellors were used to, much warmer.

“I think you might be too fond of me”

“Eru would concur” Arendil was grinning up at him now, Thranduil sensing this shifted so he could capture his lips and his captain instantly melted into his tender affection. It was feather light before it caught wind, and what was a delicate dance of their lips turned into a passionate tumbling of limbs and sighs and entangled hair, white and raven black. Thranduil lifted himself to hover above his doting captain and did not wait to lavish his simmering need upon him. As Thranduil laid wet open-mouthed kisses against his pulse point, Arendil fought his rising need to remind his king they may not have the morning to themselves.

“Love, I think we might want to save this for another moment” To this, Thranduil grunted in protest and continued to suck at that delicate patch of skin that made his captain's hips buck up involuntarily. His hands were suddenly everywhere caressing his bare skin and lower it went.

“Thranduil-” Only when he used his 'stern voice' (It isn't) did The Elvenking’s hand that’d made its way to his thighs finally still, suddenly recalling why his captain was right.

“Ah- the preparations” He sagged against Arendil’s toned middle, and his chin came to rest on the divot at the middle of his captain's chest. He looked mildly irritated as he often did when it meant he'd have to be amongst more than a handful of beings.

“Yes, the preparations” Arendil did his best to calm himself, still feeling those hot trails at his neck where the king's hands had been.

“Must I?” Thranduil voiced, not feeling like complying with his own wisdom just yet, which was new. Before him, Thranduil delighted in busying himself in any way possible, often foregoing his rest in favour of endless reports. But when one denies their base instincts as hard as he has, when one is reminded of the pleasure again, it disrupts everything in the most delicious ways. Seven millennia of this same body, mind and soul, and it seemed he'd never truly understand the depths of it. Nevertheless, there are duties to attend, and this one demands him without compromise.

Arendil brushed a weft of his silver hair away from his left eye, the glamoured one, and smoothed his fingers into Thranduil's hairline. This brought the king back from the pit of his imagination, and he swallowed the strangeness coiling in his stomach.

"I know you would rather be alone, but I think the people would love to see you when the sun comes." Sometimes, he hated how kind Arendil's gaze became. How is this elf always accepting of his turmoils? Eventually, he says, burying his face in the crook of his captain's neck like a great big cat that's found a comfortable spot.

“Anything for you, mui tinu”

The perpetual darkness that co-exists alongside the elves under the mountain became less stifling on this special day. Streams of light were allowed through, illuminating the Elvenking's halls. Troves of servants can be seen tidying in every corner, and the sentinels assisted with heavy lifting and all kinds of other tasks. It is safe to say that everyone was busy with preparations for the night's feast.

Tarnin Austa is a truly wondrous time of year, happiness permeates the air as every elf anticipates the first day of summer and enjoys their celebrations out in the woods, which is normally discouraged due to Thranduil's rigid decree. But today, all will commune with the forest, they will all meet by the sacred lake, delight in one another's company until midnight before honouring the coming season in quiet reverence.

Customarily, the king would be expected to preside over the celebrations but Thranduil had been avoiding them more and more as years went by. It'd become harder and harder to bear the smiling faces around him, it reminded him of how wholly alone he'd ended up and eventually he stopped attending things that were not related to governing. But, recently he'd been reminded of these pleasures and refamiliarised himself with feelings he thought would be lost to him forever. So, as much as he felt forced a part of him wanted to see what the world was up to since he'd stopped living amongst them.

The last light of spring departs, and the stars take their place above the shimmering lake. Laughter echoed in the distance, goblets of precious wine held close to their chests as they received one another's stories. Soldiers stood with less alarm as they admired the woodland birds that had also come to celebrate the special day. All is right in the realm. Even the king who insisted earlier on in the day that he'd rather spend the night reading seemed to be enjoying himself.

Earlier at dusk when he entered to the forest, the gathered elves went completely silent but then smiles accompanied them. All bowed in unison as he took his place amongst the raised mounds that overlooked the small island at the heart of the lake where the ceremony would later take place. His speech was warmer than his usual, the words of an old friend who was glad to be amongst families and friends once again and it was received with bright applause.

After that, the celebrations officially began and Thranduil immediately got himself a goblet full of Dorwinian wine. The king had been sprawled on a carved throne like an open palanquin carved from dark wood and he's engaged in a conversation with favoured counsellors for what felt like hours. Arendil had been sneaking a look at him when he thought the counsellors may not notice, he simply couldn't look away.

To say the attire is intricate would be an understatement. Arendil's eyes were familiar with fabrics and exquisite threads as he used to sail the rivers trading; which meant he could identify the plants used to dye the rich burnt orange and know the painstaking efforts to create each thread. Thranduil is wearing his thorned crown adorned with beautiful summer flowers native to Mirkwood that bring out the best of his features. Every time Thranduil would turn, he'd catch the most beautiful scent of him and the oils intermingling and his heart would sigh over and over.

When the high elves took leave of his king, Arendil spoke from his place beside the throne.

"What a blessing" Thranduil smiled at no one in particular by the tree lines.

"Summer has always been my favourite" Arendil's hand runs gently against the pommel of his sheathed blade. His thumb follows the etched hummingbird on it.

"You never told me"

"Well- now you know" Thranduil seemed to ponder this, it took him some time to continue, long enough the captain thought they'd ended that subject.

"What do you like about it?" Thranduil turned to face him with an inquisitive look and Arendil was pleased to notice the faintest hint of pink beneath his alabaster skin. Restraint is Thranduil's strong suit with sole exception for wine.

"I feel happiness all around, days are brighter, the woods sing."

"They always do"

"Not this way" He smiled softly at the king, who no doubt grasped his meaning but will always be compelled to dissect. Thranduil's fingers twitched briefly suddenly aching to hold his captain, but they moved to cradle the bottom of his goblet instead. After a long beat, Thranduil turned to him again.

"Thank you"

"For what your Highness?" he blinked and was met with a tight smile, the softest kind he can manage out in public despite the softness intended.

"For convincing me it is still worth something." Thranduil's eyes swept over the gathered elves all busy with one another then his eyes landed on an elf girl with bright auburn hair who was already smiling at him. To his surprise, he returned her smile.

"Always, Thranduil. Always." Arendil's eyes closed briefly, if they were different elves they might be kissing amongst the trees after they share this special moment. But alas.

At midnight, silence overtook the clearing and the elves separated in groups to walk amongst the trees. Some remained by the clearing, simply gazing up at the sky, and some took this opportunity to rest. Thranduil returned to his tent and brought out some of his favourite volumes while the guards stood at their post with mugs of tea the women offered to prepare.

Before long, dawn slowly materialised and the first elf to sing was Nimrara who often sang at the ceremonies and during banquets. She started the first verse beautifully and would later be joined by a chorus of other elves harmonising the ancient song to welcome the first Sun of summer. They were bare at first, brought to life only by voices alone then the birds joined in and so did the wind.

He did not hear Thranduil appear at his side, captivated by the sight before him. Only when the king started to sing did he turn and was met with loving eyes staring back. This was the first time he'd heard Thranduil sing, and it was beautiful, not in the traditional sense, the charm did not derive from skill, but there was a rawness to it. His hand, shielded by a layer of silk, moved to ghost at his waist, still carefully hidden. It lingered there for a short time before he moved forth, leaving Arendil by the tent.

The crowd parted for their king as he made his way towards the water's edge. Thranduil took his first steps into the shallow water and the lords followed behind treading gracefully up to the floating island where prayer would take place. The sight of Thranduil there facing the now-risen sun he felt hope like he hadn't felt in a long time.

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #m/m romance #the hobbit #lotr fic #tolkien #jrr tolkien #fanfic #fluff #hobbit

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