#ori x angel

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Thorin's Company When You Call Everyone Pet Names

Part 2 of the request by @fly-on-my-sweet-angel for The Hobbit this time 😘 once again doing everyone hehe 😈

Balin

Balin remains tacit about your habit, chuckling it off as not much serious when you do it to him and his brother and his cousin and…well, everybody. It’s obviously not unique to him in any which way, though hearing you call him ‘honey’ does have quite the ring to it. Not one for pet names himself, he wracks his brain to come up with some way to mirror your affection, finally settling upon making a point to use your name often, smiling softly as he speaks it.

Dwalin

He gives you a bit of a frown as you ask him “Can you pass the water, sweetheart?” “Sweetheart? Never call me that again.” Leaning forward, you give him a sugary smile. “Alright, then. What about honey? Love?” Dwalin’s frown remains. “Do you think I’ve lived this long and gotten these scars to get ‘love’d by a-” “Alright, my apologies,” you put your hands up in mock-defense, “o fine warrior.” At that last name, a flush crept across Dwalin’s cheeks, widening your smile rapidly. You’d remember that one for later.

Thorin

Are you imagining things or does Thorin frown when you call one of the others your little names? Experimentally, you try it again intently the next time you require some assistance. “Dwalin, honey, would you mind putting another log on the fire?” Sure enough, Thorin’s ease seems to falter; your eyes briefly widen, but you catch yourself in time for one more experiment. “And Thorin, darling, didn’t you want some tea?” The king speaks not, but he nods, a small smile returning to his face.

Oin

Step one is checking his hearing, trumpet engaged and pointed right at you. “Pardon?” Smiling, you repeated yourself. “I just asked if I could have a cup of tea, love.” Oin can’t stop the shock from crossing his face, his lips falling into an ‘o’ shape as he looks back up at you. “O-of course! Take whatever you like! Did you want something else in it?” You giggle, probably at how flustered he gets, and shake your head before inclining it in thanks at his offering.

Gloin

Gloin definitely asks you to repeat yourself the first time he catches you calling him dear. Double down and that’s when trouble begins. “Listen to this one,” he teases you, “oh Dori darling, get the tea on.” “Only if Bombur dear lets me use the pot for it,” Dori joins in with a chuckle. “Sure thing!” Bombur just agrees, jolly as always. Rolling your eyes, you just give him a playful shove. “You know you love me.” Gloin scoffs, but his typically gruff expression melts into a smile. “Maybe.”

Bifur

Sometimes it was hard to read everyone’s expressions; the dwarves in Thorin’s company ranged from highly, almost comically expressive to deadpan faces that puzzled you to try to read. Thus when one came about, you leaned over and rested a hand on the dwarf’s shoulder. “Bifur, sweetheart, are you doing alright?” The often quiet dwarf’s eyes widened at your touch, his head swiveling to fix you with a direct look. Glancing down at his bowl, then back at you, he nodded vigorously, an eager smile across his face. Bofur and Bombur burst out laughing at the two words their cousin spoke. At your look, Bofur explained that he had replied “Yes, darling”!

Bofur

Your habits seemed to have earned you a name of your own, you noticed. One of the dwarves had picked up your ways or else resigned to pay them forward. Not that you minded- in fact, a word like those that had always been mindless for you suddenly sped your heartbeat like nothing else. “Where are you going, sunshine?” Bofur asked you, catching you stepping away from camp. “Just heading to the stream for some water, hun,” you replied, face warming. “Alright,” he acquiesced with a smile, “don’t be off too long, alright?” “I won’t.”

Bombur

You were just the sweetest thing, so caring, so parental. Bombur requested your help dishing up every single night just to hear you as you handed bowls off. "Here you go, Balin dearest. Oh, you want more, honey? Darling, let everyone else have a shot first, Gloin’s not gotten any!" Bombur's heart fluttered at it every time, and it practically exploded when your addresses turned to him. "Bombur, love, need any more help?" "A-actually...the princes haven't brought their dishes, do you mind-" "Not at all." You gave him the brightest smile he'd ever seen before turning and calling toward the tree line. "Fili! Kili!" How, Bombur couldn't help wondering, had no one snatched you up yet?

Dori

Dori is the only dwarf brave, stupid, or affectionate enough, likely the latter, to mirror your habit. The two of you, in fact, have gotten into something of a back-and-forth about it all. “Don’t you think you ought to eat something, dear?” Dori asked you, holding out a slice of bread and some meat. “I had some broth earlier, love, so I’m well, thanks.” “You’ve got to keep up your strength, though, darling, just have a little something.” Eyes bouncing between you two, Ori and Nori shook their heads. “They’re like an old married couple.”

Nori

“Nori dearest, put that down, please.” Smirking, Nori tilted his head, his face inches from yours. “And why should I, darling?” "Because I said so,” you replied. “What, no more little names?” Nori shot back in mock hurt. “Not if you’re going to make fun of me,” you teased, “only people who are nice to me get them.” At that, the usually cocky, jolly dwarf’s cheeky look fell a bit, prompting surprise to cross your own face. “You thought I was makin’ fun of you? And here I was hoping you were serious.”

Ori

“Ori, honey, that’s excellent!” The company’s youngest had opened his sketchbook, revealing his latest drawing of a doe that had passed camp in the morning’s wee hours. As always, it was amazingly rendered and just an absolute delight- the lad truly had a gift. Said lad also had quite the red ears all of a sudden. "Thanks," he replied, trailing your name quietly like a little afterthought he'd never admit to almost forgetting, "thought this was one of my nicer ones, the little bugger passed by so nice, and well... I'd like you to have it. Well, if you please of course..." "He's tryin' to tell you he's sweet on you!" Nori bellowed. "Mahal's sake! Yer breakin' his heart always callin' everyone your sweet names!" At the elder brother's admission, you gape. "Is that true?" "Yes," Ori replies, puffing out his chest despite his red cheeks, "that's right."

Fili

“Gloin, dear, you’re going to hurt yourself if you run like that! At least lower your axe just a bit.” Fili smiles as you chastise the older dwarf like a mother hen. Much more endearing than Dori doing it to his brothers or Thorin getting on his and Kili’s case. In fact, he absolutely loves how caring you are to them all, the way you are so unafraid to show your love. Those are qualities he sees value in for a future leader…huh. Should he tell you that someday soon? Might make for a fun reaction to give it right back to you.

Kili

“Kili, love, what on earth are you doing?” “Well, darling, I’ve just been practicing a new move for if I drop my sword. See here.” A smug smile creeps onto your face at how easily he plays along with your little habit. “And what about you, Fili dear?” At that, though, Kili takes pause, steps back into your line of sight looking a bit stunned. “Now wait just a minute. I thought that was our thing. Don’t tell me you fancy him, too?” “I-” Now it’s your turn to pause. Certainly it was just an affectionate habit of yours, but also… you hadn’t really considered reciprocation. Your face warmed at the realization. “Of course I don’t. Consider yourself my only sweetheart.”

Bilbo

He wanted to snap at someone, but what right had he really? It was irrational, plain and simple, to try and tell any of the dwarves to stop doing things that made you call them all the sweet names you did. Bilbo was never the sort who gave pet names any stock, but with you they were like music to his ears. He needed to remind himself day after day, though, that it was simply your habit. Surely the fact that the dwarves were usually ‘honey’ and he was usually ‘sweetness’ just meant they were different…right?

[kakabelorias]

My depiction of a Saint Peter fallen angel AU...

I was gonna give him his cute red bowtie but for lore and story reasons, made it the same colour and shape as Ori's! I feel like they (Peter & Ori) would either stay at the Hazbin Hotel or Cannibal Town-Cannibal Town is pretty modest and pleasant, I think that would be better for him so he doesn't get traumatized from literally everywhere else in hell lol Doubt he'd vibe with the food but eh

Oh and here's a lil doodle between Peter and Ori :P

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“Will you come again, pretty boy? Already?”

The mocking whisper to your ear follows a deep chuckle. One that shoots straight to your throbbing cock that weeps within his delicate hand. To think that the feeling of silk could jerk three orgasms and more out of you.

You cannot respond to his tease. The pillow comforts your head that tilts back into it. Wrinkled like the sheets that you grip beneath your fingers as your hips steer into his hand shakily. A few pathetic bucks here. Some messy grinds there. All while moans pour from your lips just as your tip spills all over his hand. As your hole clenching around nothing leaks with the evidence of his rough-fucking.

“O-Orion -”

A spank to your thigh. Claws sting your flesh as they dig in. The grand sound of a great flap follows shadows casting over your face as his large wings curl around to trap you further against the mattress. Make you remember just how consumed by him you are.

The angel licks the top row of his teeth. His palm twists and jerks. Faster. Accentuating the wet squelches of your weeping dick. “Oh darling,” he croons. His towering figure leans over you - strands of his long dark hair tickle your face and shoulders.

From below you feel his wet cock grinding against your thighs once more. As though he hasn’t already filled you up for who-knows-how-many rounds. Your lover had a stamina that put even the gods to shame.

His thumb, calloused from years of wielding a sword, swirls around your tip. Strokes along the little slit that has you mewling. The little tears at your eyes squeeze out and drip down your face. Your lips press into a thin line and you reach a shaky hand down to grip onto his wrist.

“Ori - O-Orion please - please t-t - s’too much -”

“Oh?”

His thumb swirls quicker. Free fingers squeezing around your poor dick in a way that had you cumming again. You choke out a sob — but it’s not enough to sate his sadism. Oh, id the angel love seeing you cry.

“Now it is too much - my love? That was not the case when you were grinding up against me before my shift like a little slut, right?” His thumb presses further. Rubs tighter. His jaw clenches. “Right?”

Pleasure rakes through your body and spills more tears from your eyes. Through another orgasm, your hole clenches at the memory of him. One you will quickly relieve when the head of his cock presses to your leaking rim.

“C-Can’t -” your eyes widen. If only to roll back when that warm feeling fills you once more. Stretching out your poor little ass as it always does. He eases himself in with such care despite the harshness in his eyes. The gruffness in his grunt.

His hands shoot down to squeeze at the softness of your thighs and he stifflles a gasp at the feel of you squeezing around him once more.

“Oriiioooonnn -”

“Shut. It.”

Your complain is silenced by the crushing ice of his lips. Passionate and fiery to contrast their cool temperature. Your palms itch and reach up to wrap around the back of his neck. But you are sorely halted when he instead shoves your thighs back. Pushing your knees until they are flushed to your chest and you are bent so prettily for him.

His lips part yours with a string of saliva - and he strains his neck to press heated kisses to yours. Before he’s parting once more. The warm brown of his eyes makes your heart flutter - but the way that his irises blow out remind you just how feral you drove him.

And while he is in heat too . . . what were you thinking?

The new positions allows for the perfect angle. Your dazed eyes catch sight just as he bottoms out. Your hole flutters at the vision. Squeezing around his dick and spurting out a ring of cream from the previous rounds of him filling you up.

“Such a needy. . . hah - thing. . .” He wastes no time in snapping his hips against yours. You can take it. “And you said that you could take no more? Why, I think you are taking me just fine.”

Orion shallows and fucks into you quickly. Hips smacking against your erratically and forming a sinful symphony to join your chorus of lewd moans. His balls slap against your ass with these shallow thrusts. Joining the melody of absolute desperation.

You wish to dig your fingers into his hair. His shoulders. Something of him. Alas you have to settle for the sheets as he draws out another climax out of you without mercy.

Your lips part and you whine at his croon. Oh how cruel you lover is - but you suppose that you deserve it with the way that you teased him earlier.

It is at the sight of your cock spilling and semi-limping that Orion chuckles. His thrusts now drawing out so that he might witness the way you clench. The way you whimper and spill your tears. The tilt of your head and the parting of your lips that slew with drool.

“What is this my love? Cannot take any more?”

His hand finds its rightful place around your cock once more. A light squeeze followed by rough jerks that urge a few pitiful hiccups from the base of your throat.

“C-Can’t - angh - ahhnhh -”

You’ve said that before. Your dick has already fallen limp after the third round of being fucked on your tummy. As always - Orion simply jerked you off and kept going until you were hard and throbbing again.

“Such a pathetic thing.” Groans your lover. His head dips so that his lips circle one of your nipples. Sucking down and grazing his teeth along the soft flesh. That combined with his rough, feral pounds and the jerking of his hand - was enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull. For your dick to harden right back up and squirt almost instantly.

The sob that leaves your lips follows a series of whines and whimpers. But he does not stop. His mouth switches over to the other nipple and his thumb carelessly rubs at your tip. Everything felt heated. You could barely think straight. See straight. At one point you thought you were on the verge of passing out - and still he continued. His own breathing ragged and his own cock spilling within you again and again. Stuffing you full, just as you deserve.

When he finally pulls away from your wet and bite-ridden chest - when his thumb finally slows down a bit on your poor, throbbing tip. He grins at the sight of you. Yet his thrusts continue. Tempered. Frustrated. His clawed hands dig into your thighs and bring you back down into the slamming of his hips. As though he needed any more force.

“Do you feel that?” He whispers right above your head as he leans down in the slightest. His heavy pants filling the room and mixing with your oh so desperate sounds. “Feel that pretty boy? That’s this tight little hole finally learning some fucking manners.”

A spank your thigh. His lips press rough kisses down the front of your throat as he spills once more. Messing up your lower half - as though your constantly squirting cock wasn’t doing the job well enough.

“You are going. . . mmngh. . . you are going to keep taking it - mhhm. Keep taking it, since you wanted it so bad.”

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[sorisooyaa]

Oh Ori!!!! OMGAHHHH YOU ABSOULTE CUTE IDIOT I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCHHHHH OMGAHHHHH

THAT SO SO SO CUTE OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVED IT SOOOOO MUCHHH OMGAHHHHH

I am really so so happy you liked the moodboard, even though I just realized I made a tiny error on it.....sorryyy</3

BUT OMG LOOK AT THIIS AHHHHHHH ORI I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH

Apple of my eye

This beautiful moodboard has been made by @sorisooyaa, my beloved baby...

In an attempt to break me out of my funk, here comes a little Ori story from the sweet sheet of the @fellowshipofthefics February Bingo.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: Ori x reader

Prompt: Kissing in the rain

Your thoughts were flickering in and out of focus as you stared at the raindrops running down the opaque windowpane beside you despondently.

The weather had been rotten for days and you yearned for sunshine and blue skies with almost childlike fervency.

“What I wouldn’t give for a sweet, golden apple,” you sighed, well-aware of how whimsical and random that thought was, and leaned your head against the cool glass.

Rainstorms always made you feel profoundly lonely; they were meant for lazy cuddling by the fire and self-indulgent poetry readings. Unfortunately for you, the one who insidiously crept into all of your daydreams of sweet, innocent togetherness seemed stubbornly oblivious to your affections and so, you were doomed to petulant moping instead.

The slamming of a door interrupted your morose thoughts suddenly, and you looked up in surprise; surely, nobody would dare brave the vicious downpour when nightfall was so close at hand. You were, after all, well supplied and there was no good reason to venture forth at this hour.

“Lassie,” Dwalin grumbled reproachfully, “take a care what you wish for!”

Startled, you scanned the room and soon realised that it was indeed Ori, the very person you had been musing about so miserably, who had left the shelter of the small hut you were perched-up in together until the storm had abated.

“What is he thinking?” you exclaimed in dismay, springing to your numb feet in alarm.

“You’ve asked for some fruit, so he went to get you what your heart desires.”

“Nonsense!” you opined vehemently. “Why would he do something so recklessly thoughtless? He’ll get mired down in the mud or lose his way in the blinding rain! What my heart desires…and he leaves, really!”

Kíli gave you a long, dumbfounded stare, his unwavering disbelief starkly evident in every single line of his face.

“Ori would try to unhook the moon and pick stars like flowers for you,” he eventually said and shook his head regretfully. “Not that it has done him much good thus far.”

The heat of indignation and of disappointed love rose into your cheeks as you strode towards the door without sparing a thought or word for the unduly forward prince.

“Bloody fool,” you cursed. “Thrice confounded idiot!” Without paying any further heed to the astonished faces turning towards you in your passionate outburst either, you threw open the door and rushed out into the onslaught of icy water fearlessly.

Immediately, rivulets of stunning cold made their way down your spine and permeated your clothes as you advanced, tottering, towards the nearby line of fruit trees on unsteady feet.

This might well have been a mistake, you conceded, but you were too proud and decided to turn back now like a beaten cur.

Soon, you could make out the beloved silhouette of a small, dainty being – leaning forward to defy the vengeful violence of the sheets of rain driving him back – moving resolutely under the shadow of the dark trees.

“Ori!”

He turned around, wiping one hand over his eyes to clear his vision.

“What are you doing? Come in! It’s raining too much for you to go trudging off alone; it’s not safe.”

With a small, slightly quivering smile, he let his other hand shoot forward and – as his stiff fingers unravelled – you could discern a beautiful, golden apple lying like an unlooked-for treasure in his palm.

“I just…you said..” Ori grimaced and took a step towards you, his offering still stretched out reverently in front of his drenched and wretchedly trembling body.

Before you could either chide or thank him, he slipped on a treacherous spot of deep mud and fell hard.

“Ori!” You hastened forward, instantly losing your balance as your foot caught on a stone that had been obscured by the churned-up earth, and slithered into him on your hands and knees. “Are you okay? Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

Overcome by worry and love, you started patting his legs and arms – checking your hands for blood every other second – in a public display of attachment you would have been deeply ashamed of if anyone else had witnessed it.

“I just wanted to make you feel better,” Ori finished his previous thought quietly. “You looked so very sad because of the rain.”

“The rain?” It was true that you were not overly fond of overcast weather, but it had not really been the storm that had soured your mood. Maybe, you thought, it was time to tell him the truth; for once, you were perfectly alone and – surrounded by a veil of water – you truly felt as if you were the only people left alive in a world made of fury and darkness.

“I have tried to make you understand how much you mean to me for weeks now,” you confessed, crawling up over his prone body and staring longingly into his wide eyes. “It was the lack of a favourable reaction from you that has dampened my joy.”

Ori blinked in confusion. “That is highly irregular,” he finally said. “I might be slow, but I am steady; thus, I have dutifully studied your glances and smiles and I’ve memorised every one of them to make sure that I was not deluding myself.”

Proffering his apple once more, he blushed furiously. “I would have fulfilled your every wish, proving myself to be caring and reliable and then, a few months hence, I might have gathered the courage to present you with a token of my undying affection, made by my own hands and accompanied by a long letter of confession.”

He looked positively distraught now, wiping at his wet hair falling into his beautiful face periodically and gazing up at you with imploring intensity. “Never would I have guessed that my reticence would cause you pain. You must believe me when I swear that this was never my intention!”

You wanted everything he had described, of course, but you desired him more; you were restless and wet, and consequently good manners and wise precaution were not foremost in your troubled mind at that moment.

“Tell me true, Ori dearest, do you reciprocate my helpless infatuation then?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed, obviously scandalised by the minute flicker of doubt in your expression. “How could I not? Take this apple as a proof of my devotion; you yearned for sweetness and sunshine, and I’d stop the very rain from falling if only the depth of my love could tear the heavenly veils.”

“Sweetness,” you mused with a smirk and leaned forward to press your lips onto his brow. “I accept what you are offering, my darling.”

That face you had been dreaming about for so many days and nights was tilted up ever so slightly and your heart understood the cautious invitation before your mind could even make sense of everything that was happening; your lips wandered across his freckled cheeks and along his soft, bearded jaw to land softly on that expressive mouth you so admired.

It was still raining hard and, every so often, you tossed your head back to draw a deep breath to avoid drowning in your greed and the abundance of water battering your back unforgivingly, but – now that you had Ori to yourself – you couldn’t stop kissing him until you were light-headed with giddy triumph.

“You’re soaked,” you finally laughed, leaning your forehead against his, “and so am I. Let’s go in and dry off; I am more than willing to share my bedroll with you until we’re warmed up again.”

His golden eyes flashed with hints of amber and onyx as he realised that you were the only one allotted a separate chamber for privacy reasons; he had never set foot in that forbidden room and the thought of being secluded with you in so intimate a manner made his blush deepen and his fingers tremble.

“Highly…” he started.

“Irregular? Indecent? Tempting?” you supplied with a wink and scrambled to your feet cautiously, grabbing his hand and pulling him up alongside you.

“Yes!”

“Well, you’ve risked your health and happiness to get me an apple,” you grinned. “I would be remiss indeed if I didn’t risk my reputation and integrity to show myself appropriately grateful.”

Once more, he looked highly bewildered by your forwardness, but he followed you back to the cabin without saying another word.

“Ah, you’re alive!” The members of his company – friends and kin – seemed both relieved and amused by the muddy, drenched, pathetic sight of your victorious return.

“Indeed,” you said, still dragging Ori by the hand and presenting your apple proudly. “We shall now retire to clean up and to celebrate the successful foray of our dearest Ori.”

You disappeared into the small room at the end of the hall under a hail of hooting and hollering; someone wisely prophesied that Ori would end up marrying you and someone else – Kíli if your ears did not betray you – predicted an outcome of a much lewder variety.

If you had any say in the matter, as you hoped you would, you’d prove each and every one of them right before long.

So, special thanks to my darling baby for this beautiful edit...

And thanks to @fellowshipofthefics for the lovely prompts and the support.

Lots of love from a very sad little me!

[spicyicetea]

Okay so the poll isn't over yet, but I wanted to post the draft I had as I'm worried I would forget it and hey, Halloween upload. This is more of a scenario than a long fic, under 1000 words. As per usual, MDNI this story contains suggestive content (no smut don't worry) Yandere behaviour (meaning mentions of violence, possessive behaviour) I hope I didn't slip up but the reader should be completely gender neutral but just in case, I do usually picture Y/N as having female genitalia. I don't think I mention any fem indicators but fair warning.

Yandere!Fallen angel Lucius X Nurse!reader

Rage, nothing but rage ran through the veins of the holy being, wings crumbling to ash around them. How dare they! How dare his god forsake him like this. He would have preferred to have been cast to the fiery pits like his brothers before him. His soft peach hair curled around his eyes, framing the wild gold. The world stops around him as your hand finds the skin between his shoulder blades. The poor entity that touched him... how their time on this earth was now rapidly depleting. Looking over his shoulder, your eyes met, his scanning the form of the being who dared lay eyes upon him in this moment of weakness. 

"Excuse me... can I help you in any way?"

In your hand was a small box, with a red plus. Having been a guardian angel he recognised it immediately, a first aid kit. You were here to help him? The scrubs covering your body told a story themself. A dedicated doctor that wanted nothing more than to help people, even the crumbling man before you. He saw you, your whole being, mind, body and soul. What a gorgeous soul... he has found his new deity. The entity he will worship to the ends of the earth, his god/goddess that he will bring forth the end of the heavens above for, no matter the cost to himself or humanity.

The feathers of his wings ruffled up as he tried to calm himself. Showing such a dishevelled side to his darling deity? Preposterous. He observed your demeanour like a hawk, narrowing his eyes to focus in on each and every movement. The twitch of your brow as your fingers swiftly opened the first aid kit, trying to gauge what would even be useful treating a creature like him. The dilation of your pupils as you ripped out the gauze, unwrapping the bandages and ushering him forwards. Before he could even warn you to avoid his bloodied wings, you wrapped a loop of gauze around it. The wing crumbled as you tightened the fabric, ash like remains falling to the ground. Your scream filled the air and that anger returned. Not directed towards you, but back at his bastard creator. How dare he be designed with such a horrifying flaw? How dare he be designed to scare you. 

Torn from his deprecating thoughts by your sniffles, he finally raised his head. Messy tears bubbled down your cheeks, nose runny as you hunched over the pile of ash, sifting through it as if searching for something. As your sobs racked your body, it shook his very being. Your bleary, bloodshot eyes met his from below.

“I am so sorry! I had no idea that would happen!”

Your voice wavered as if begging for his forgiveness. Don’t you know you shouldn’t do that? Hush your shaky voice and allow your angel to answer your needs, comfort you in the warmth of his bosom, right the wrongs done against your divine form. He didn’t miss the way you flinched as he raised his hand to grab you. His large hand cocooned your cheek as the other purposefully cast aside the first aid kit you had brought. It flew so far, it no longer remained in your eyeline. His hair surrounded your head as he caged you in, towering over with his inhuman height. Your head was held firmly against the fabric of his robes as he pushed his other arm at the backside of your knees, folding your body up in half and hoisting your body up to his. His hold was warm, delicate, possessive. The warm hand that tightly cupped your thigh rubbed back and forth, venturing further towards your hip before going back to the original position.

From the position you were in, you missed his looks. That wild fire returned. Pupils eclipsing the gold of his Irises, taking in every inch of your body. The soft flesh of your thighs. Warmth radiating from your body to his. Your arms shakily hung over his shoulders. The drum of your heart. He could hear the blood rushing through your body. Fear can be a powerful aphrodisiac. Yet the lack of a throb ,which he had only heard about from those who ascended through the pearly gates, pulsing through your body disappointed him. Instead it was him who was struck with the intense throbbing torture. Of course his god/goddess wouldn’t feel the same way but he still desired you in a way that was unfitting of such a loyal servant. His breathing had gotten heavier without his notice, catching your attention. You had long since stopped crying, holding onto his neck, worried about being dropped. Your eyes met as you looked up at him, something dangerous about the way he stared back. His eyes were like black holes drawing you in, yet you wanted nothing more than to run away, but at the same time to stay wrapped in his embrace. It took a hefty grunt from him to realise you were both moving, your body being jostled with every step he took. 

The being may have looked like an angel, but the nails digging into your skin, as if trying to fuse and become one, certainly didn’t belong to one.

[kit-williams]

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White Scars Nogai Sengik x Хонгор I wanna be your slave

Space Wolves Captain Arkyn Joriki x Elskling War Wife

Volak x husband Algir x gn partner Baldun x wife Olgus x husband Svat x wife Rune Priest Odus x wife Hvold x wife Seven Brides for Seven Brothers

Imperial Fists Astel Redlane x Mouse The Spider Suite

Night Lords Ghosk Sevyrarek x Rabbit Run Rabbit Run

Anrir Nor x Caretaker Pastel Bats Sleeping Fields

Blood Angels Sirus Amah x Moonlight Your Blood is like Heaven to me The right shade of red

Iron Hands Vauth Marlos Marlos Vauth x Byte Automat Ozone Logic Bomb (Bispecsual)

World Eaters Zul Gospod x Spaseniye Peace of Mind

Ultramarines Tulio Sydo x Psychi/Psychoula Courage and Honor A Nymph by the river Just under the skin Gift from thevoidscreams Thundering call Clothes stealing pregnancy edition Jealous Tulio Loyalty Swap: Superbeast

Death Guard Solos Phorgur the Reaper x Lovie Toxic Love

Thousand Sons Nakht Rhan x Birdie Bye Bye Birdie

Black Legion/Luna Wolves Zhur Painbane x Dolli Quest Glaubenskraft (DD:DNE Rape) Early morning sex

Garviel Loken x ??? ???

Word Bearers Jihias Kinreaver x Lamb Sacrament of Sin

Salamanders Nubin Orenn x Bev To'ken Aishite Aishite Aishite (DD:DNE Incestous Language) Aishite Aishite Aishite (alternative)

??? Tears of a Dragonheart

Raven Guard Sor Delyn/Kazi Delax/Moremo Klaek x Dove Just Let us Adore You Love You Like a Love Song What if Dove was nervous

Alpha Legion Keeper Alpharius? x Vixen Skyfall You know my Name

Black Templars Brother Roland Lichtner x Bäckerin Venom of Venus Rein Raus Bun in the Oven Du riechst so gut Roland Penance Reaction to Backerin being pregnant

Carcaradons Tyberos the Red Wake x Ophelia The Red Tithe

Crimson Fist Pedro Kantor x ???

Astral Claws/Red Corsairs Huron Blackheart x ???

Mechanicus 91-Yrac x H3X/sweetspark The Savant

Adeptus Custodes Initial thoughts Golden Palace of the Dead

Constantin Valdor x Shard of the Emperor (Female) Sickeningly Sweet

Adonis x Smoothie To Fry an Egg

[aurorafables]

From the Grey, Chapter 13.

Hi everyone! So here is a little spicy chapter to start the week well ;) Enjoy!

“Nick, look at me for a bit, please,” he begged softly, and his voice sent shivers through me. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked at him. He was so close…he leaned over me, his breath fluttering my eyelashes and his lips parted slightly. Those beautiful lips…

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Angst, Past character death, Suicidal thoughts

Tags: M/M, M/F, Slow burn, Childhood friends, Friends to lovers, Family drama, Band fic, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, P in v sex, Hand Jobs

Word Count: 4.7k

Cross-posted: AO3

13.

At the airport I was greeted by a huge crowd a few days before Christmas. I got into a taxi, but when we put my things in the trunk, I was a little unsure. A large and a small suitcase and a backpack. I've been preparing for weeks, but what if something goes wrong and the atmosphere between us becomes unpleasant? I wonder what Noah will say when he sees me with the packages? He moved in with me twelve years ago with roughly half of this amount of stuff. I tried to push these thoughts into the background and deal with something else instead. When I took my place in the back of the car, I took out my phone and wrote Jolly a message:

I'm already at the airport in LA. You didn't tell him anything, did you?

I didn't. We discussed that this would be a surprise ;) - he answered almost immediately. Call me when you're here and I'll let you in.

I was excited as we crossed half the city. I don't know if it was a good idea to come here unannounced, but it would have been unnecessary to think about it. I got out in front of the two-story, white house, and after the air-conditioned taxi, I was almost slapped in the face by the warm December weather of Los Angeles. I quickly put my hair in a messy bun and unzipped my jacket. The driver unloaded my bags on the sidewalk and after I tipped him, he wished me a nice day and drove off. I rang Jolly's number, and after two minutes he ran down the stone steps to let me in. He was better prepared for the heat, wearing only a T-shirt with thinner sweatpants.

"Hello, Nick," he grinned and pulled me into a quick hug as soon as I entered the gate. “Long time no see.”

“You almost missed me, didn't you?” I asked, laughing.

"Almost, yes," he replied with a little mischief in his brown eyes. “But the one who missed you even more is inside.”

Jolly grabbed the largest suitcase from my hands and carried it up the stairs while I struggled with the backpack and the smaller bag. We packed everything into the living room, then Jolly nodded towards the door of a further room.

“Noah is in the studio. Jesse went shopping with his girlfriend, Orie is probably sleeping. He worked all night,” he outlined, and that explained why I hadn't met the others.

“Thank you for your help,” I told him gratefully.

"It's okay, you know I love you," he grinned, then turned his back and started towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms. “I'm going to go for a run, but I'll be back for dinner. Until then, settle here, with us.”

I nodded, then waited until he disappeared down the stairs. After that I took a deep breath and headed for the studio door. I don't even know what I was afraid of. Maybe from having a guest like in a hotel? Or because maybe he won't be happy for me? Jolly would have told about the first one, and about the second... Noah has been trying to talk with me in the past few weeks, and I've always been a bit dismissive of him. Not too much, but he must have sensed that I couldn't deal with his attempts to approach me. We slipped back to the level of when he was still together with Karin, and we drifted apart. I hoped that I could still make things right, because I absolutely did not want to push him away from me. I knocked on the door and when nothing happened I opened it cautiously. Harper, Orie's dog, was laying on the couch, but when she saw me, she excitedly raised her head and climbed down to come to me with her tail wagging. I took her smart head in both hands and caressed her thoroughly. Then I heard Noah's voice. He was sitting at the computer humming a tune softly with headphones on. He was lost in his little world, he didn't even notice I was there. His hair was already long enough to be tied in a small bun on the top of his head, and the late afternoon sunlight shining through the window dyed his locks reddish. Wearing comfortable clothes, he pulled one long leg up on the chair, leaned forward and rested his chin on his knee as he continued to hum so high that his voice trailed off a bit. I laughed to myself and heard him chuckle to himself. I no longer understood what I was afraid of. He was exactly the Noah I knew like the back of my hand. I stepped behind him and hugged him carefully, as much as I could because of the back of the chair. Noah froze for a moment, then took off his headphones and turned his head to the side. In the light I could see his freckles, the tiny birthmark under his eye as he slowly smiled, and I felt my heart fill with love. 

“Hello,” I told him softly and didn't let him go. I inhaled his scent deeply and brushed one hand over his tattooed arm.

"Hello," he said, and buried his head in my chest. “Is this a dream now? Did I work too long in the studio and fall asleep? Could it be that I actually fell on the keyboard and completely passed out?” he mumbled the questions into my T-shirt. I laughed and he laughed with me. I was wrong when I thought that we had drifted apart again, because it was so easy to find him again, as if the last few months had only been a few days. I think it was just a small step that I had to take, since I asked for time, and now that we're over it, everything will be a lot easier. At least that's what I hoped. I didn't make plans in advance about when I would sit down to talk with him. I didn't even know exactly how to bring up the topic. But none of that mattered, because as we hugged each other, I was sure we were going to make it. I wanted nothing more than to be near him.

“How do you get here?” he asked as I let go of him and stepped back a bit.

“Danni got bored of my company.”  I answered jokingly.

“Did she say that?” 

“No. But she hinted that she was going to a party and wanted to bring someone home,” I said.

“So… you boycotted her dates?” Noah raised his eyebrows, then got up from the chair and stretched out. I forgot my look on his stomach for a moment when his shirt was riled up, so I turned to Harper instead and knelt down on the floor next to her so I could give her a big hug too.

“I would never do that,” I mumbled, turning to the dog, while scratching the base of her ear. “Maybe I'm a little judgmental of the men who get close to my sister, but that's it. I trust she can decide what is good for her.”

“So, you're here because you have nowhere to go?” Noah asked further.

I rolled my eyes, then looked up at him.

“You know I have a place to go, as well as why I am actually here.”

Noah looked at me thoughtfully, and if I was being honest with myself, I understood. I wouldn't have been able to articulate it exactly either. But I was sure of one thing. I'm not going to walk on eggshells or deny that I missed him. 

“I want to spend some time with you before the tour starts.”

Noah smiled, seeming to like that answer much more. 

“That's good news. I'm writing a song and I need your help. Will you pick up one of the guitars?” he gestured towards the corner, where three guitars were lined up. Noah sat back in the chair, but I could see that he was watching me petting the dog with a faint smile from the corner of his eye.

I sighed dramatically and looked into Harper's big brown eyes.

“Can you imagine that, Harper? I only arrived five minutes ago and I already have to work.”

We spent nearly two hours in the studio, and even though I was tired, it didn't seem like more than half an hour. Jolly came to tell us about eight in the evening, dinner arrived, and only then did I realize that I was very hungry. Noah saved the projects, while I followed Jolly and my nose to the kitchen, where the hamburgers were already waiting. I was just stuffing a couple of fries into my mouth when Orie and Jesse walked down the stairs.

“So where has Noah been hiding you so far?” Orie asked, after a quick hug. “Jolly said you've been here since the afternoon.”

“He hid me in the same place as your dog. We were in the studio,” I answered, greeting Jesse as well.

“It's good to see you again,” Jesse patted my shoulder and sat down at the counter with a burger on his plate.

Noah led Harper out of the studio and the dog immediately ran into the kitchen when she heard her master's voice. Noah joined us and leaned against the counter next to me as he packed his plate. 

“How long are you staying, Nick?" Orie asked from the bar stool, and in the meantime I saw him handing a small piece of meat to Harper, who was waiting next to him with her tail wagging. “Will you still be here when we get back?”

He and Jolly wanted to leave the next day, and wouldn't be back until after Christmas.

“Um... I don't know. We didn't actually discuss how long I'd be staying,” I said sideways, towards Noah, with a large glass of Coke in my hand.

“Do you want to go home to your parents for Christmas?” he asked me. And here we come to the tricky part... Noah has spent many holidays alone in recent years. Too many times. I was usually with my girlfriend or family, Jolly also went home to Sweden to his parents, and Orie and Jesse usually spent Christmas with their loved ones. Noah always assured us that it was perfectly fine with him, the holiday just didn't mean anything to him, but somehow every single time a piece of my heart stayed with him, unable to accept that I would leave him alone on the holiday of love.

"I'd like to stay, if that's not a problem," I admitted, turning to Noah. Now that Maya is gone and I've been able to spend a lot of time at home with the family, I didn't see anything stopping me from staying with my best friend for at least a week.

Noah flashed his smile at me again, and that alone made it worth it for me to be there with him. As we continued to talk and eat, his arm kept touching mine, and there was a moment when I wondered if the others might notice that something had changed. I looked around and saw that no one was paying much attention to us, and of course realized that there was no change between us. We've always been like people who have grown together, now I'm the only one who feels the whole situation is different. Because the way his skin touched mine, causing minor discharges beneath the surface, existed only in my head. 

After we finished dinner and put the dishes in the sink, Jolly, Noah, and I decided to play some video games.

“Are you sleepy?” Noah asked after a while, when my reaction time slowed down so much that the enemy cut off before I could even fire a single bullet at them.

“I could fall asleep,” I answered with a yawn. I put the controller down on the coffee table and held out my arm. We were sitting on the carpet in front of the couch, Harper between us, and except for the TV screen, only a small LED light was on.

“It's almost 11 and I have to leave early in the morning,” Jolly got up from the ground. “I won't be back until two weeks later, so I'll say goodbye.”

I stood up as well, and Jolly pulled me into a reserved but affectionate hug of his own.

"I'm glad you came," he told me, then hugged Noah too. “Take care of yourselves. Not to set the house on fire and stuff like that!” he added jokingly, then headed upstairs to the bathroom.

The two of us stayed in the living room as a sweetly sleeping Harper. We looked at each other, Noah was waiting with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, and I nervously stroked my arm. 

“I'd like to smoke a cigarette before we go up. Will you go out with me?” I asked him.

“Of course,” he answered.

We didn't talk much as we stood outside on the dark terrace. It was all like the calm before the storm that surrounded me, and it was as threatening as it was exciting and expectant. Noah was leaning against the wall with his hands still in his pockets, his head tilted slightly to the side. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I paced up and down, looking at the dark garden. When I smoked a cigarette, we started without saying a word.

“Is it okay if you sleep in my room? There will be more room tomorrow…,” he asked while picking up my bag.

“That is perfectly fine for me,” I answered him honestly as we started up the stairs with the luggages. "Not that it's that unusual," I added. Noah turned back for a moment and smiled faintly.

“Then I don't think it's a problem to have only one bed. I didn't expect you to come,” he said when I closed the door to his room behind us.

“Somehow we'll fit.”

I tried to be optimistic, but inside I panicked a little. I couldn't even imagine that I would be so close to him for a long time, if even the way our bare arms touched in the kitchen turned me on a little.

We unpacked our things, and first I went to shower because I definitely wanted to wash off the dust from the road, then Noah. At the end, we brushed our teeth together, smiling at each other in the mirror with white foamy mouths. 

I was already in bed on the pillow covered in the newly clean sheets under the extra blanket when Noah appeared with a bottle of water and began undressing in the orange neon light. I tried to focus on the article I was reading on my phone, but I realized I was reading the same sentence for the third time as I glared at Noah over the frames of my glasses. He stood half with his back to me and first he got out of his socks, then he got rid of his t-shirt, his sweatshirt and his underwear. I've seen him without clothes countless times and I couldn't understand how his tattoos and muscles could be more prominent now, and why I went crazy when he bent down and his vertebrae were visible from under his skin as he pulled a pair of comfortable boxers over his perfect butt. I swallowed hard and tried to focus on my phone, but it was all just a distraction. Only then could I breathe a little when he hid under the covers. At least I thought everything would be easier from there, but I couldn't have been more wrong. The natural scent of Noah's skin mixed with the shower gel, and if I could smell it faintly in his bed, when he was next to me, it was all that much stronger. Stronger and more seductive. 

Noah turned on the small reading light, pulled out a psychology book from his nightstand drawer, and began to read. Everything was the same as before, and yet so different. He pulled his legs up and his knees fell to the side, right on top of my thigh that was sticking out from under the covers. I inhaled and waited. My heart rate went up in about three seconds, although there was nothing unusual about it. He was just making himself comfortable, he had been doing this all the time. I also tried to continue reading, and it worked for a few minutes. I managed to convince myself that we were in our old bed, I just got home from the tattoo studio, and Noah from band rehearsal. But then he moved his legs again and his knees slowly slid up my thighs, burrowing under my covers. I didn't dare to move, although I don't know what I was afraid of. Maybe it's because it's procrastinating? Or by noticing what all this brings out of me? But I sure was glad to be somewhat covered up because my cock came to life as soon as his bare skin touched me. The whole thing was hell and heaven at the same time. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him bite his lip, and I was so distracted by it that I didn't even notice that one of his hands slipped under the covers and ran his palm over my thigh. I don't even know how I managed to suppress the small sound of surprise, or rather a whimper, that tried to escape from my throat. His fingers were already tracing my curve at the junction of my groin and thigh, and were getting closer and closer to my erection. I squeezed my eyes shut, and slowly and silently lowered my head back onto the pillow. Noah's hot hand disappeared from my leg, but I started to panic a little, because the next moment I felt him carefully take off my glasses. I probably failed. Probably now comes the part when he tells me in utter embarrassment and regret that I misunderstood the whole situation...

“Nick, look at me for a bit, please,” he begged softly, and his voice sent shivers through me. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked at him. He was so close…he leaned over me, his breath fluttering my eyelashes and his lips parted slightly. Those beautiful lips… Without thinking, I slid my fingers into his hair and pulled his head down to kiss him by the nape of his neck. Before he completely closes off from me, I need to feel him a little. When his lips touched mine and not long after our tongues met in his mouth, I was sure we wouldn't be able to be just friends again. We can't undo it, and I won't be able to forget that feeling, that taste in this life. We tasted each other as impatiently and excitedly as two teenagers, with the difference that we were both more experienced. Noah moaned into my mouth as I pulled him closer by the waist with my other hand that wasn't massaging his scalp. Our first kiss was completely devoid of careful groping, perhaps because we knew each other well enough. Or because we've wanted it for a long time. And then I began to hope that maybe he didn't see me as a simple friend either. Even through the blanket, I could feel how much he wanted me, and that and his teeth, which pulled my lower lip a little, completely blew my mind. I tried to pull the blanket between the two of us so I could feel it even more, I didn't care if I tore it in two, but Noah grabbed my arm and foiled my plan.

"Wait… wait a minute," he begged out of breath as he rested his forehead against mine.

"We've waited enough," I answered without thinking, because I felt just like a wanderer in the desert who finally sees the oasis, feels the life-giving water on his parched lips, the shadow above his head, and then the next moment he comes to himself and it turns out that it's all just an illusion. I licked my lips and I could still taste Noah. His locks glided softly between my fingers and I felt the movement of his back muscles under my other palm as he breathed deeply. Please let this be reality!

Noah giggled softly and slowly ran the tip of his nose over my nose and cheek, then lifted his head slightly so we could look into each other's eyes.

“We must be sure that this is what we both want. I'm afraid I'll mess something up. There's too much at stake and…”

I lifted my hips to silence him and to make sure he was going crazy with his proximity if he hadn't already noticed. Noah's eyes widened as my cock pressed against his belly, and as he swallowed, his adam's apple twitched violently under his tattooed skin. 

“Nick…”

I looked at him motionless when he said my name because I wanted the decision to be his too. One last chance to stop and decline for any reason. When his gaze slid from my eyes to my mouth, I already knew I had a winning case. Noah didn't stop me, in fact, this time he kissed me with such fervor that our teeth chattered, which made us laugh, but we didn't leave each other for a moment. His fingers brushed over my ribs, and mine were somewhere near his shoulder blade. Each touch caused a small electric shock and my whole body turned into a tingling mass. With a combined effort, I managed to first pull off my t-shirt, then remove the blanket from between the two of us, and I froze momentarily as his hard penis pressed against mine. I think that was the first point where the realization hit me that I was with another guy and I was fucking enjoying it. Noah noticed that my initial resolve wavered a bit, but I never thought for a second that I wanted to stop him. It was all too good, almost unbelievably perfect.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, showered my lips with kisses, while his eyes watched every little change of my face.

“Hmmm.” I mumbled into the silence of the room.

“We can stop anytime if it's too much.”

I shook my head violently, but Noah lifted his hips and sat on my thighs. I surprised myself with the desperate whimper that left my lips when I judged that there was too little physical contact between the two of us. I grabbed his legs, then tried to pull him closer by the waist, but Noah grabbed my hands, intertwined our fingers, and put my arms on the bed beside my head.

“I would like to give you pleasure," he explained, leaning over me. His eyes were staring at me darkly, his hair was falling forward, and his lips were shining brightly from our kisses. I nodded as Noah let go of my hands and straightened up. “Can I see you?” he asked in a raspy voice, hooking his fingers into the hem of my bottom. I nodded again and waited a little feverishly for him to undress. We had seen each other naked so many times, yet it was so different. I must have already soaked a small part of the material of my underwear, and compared to the fact that we were just kissing, I couldn't have been harder. I let out a shaky breath as he slowly began to pull my bottom down, and as he lifted off of me I raised my hips so that he could completely free me. Noah bit his lip and shamelessly stared at my crotch. I let out a confused, hoarse laugh because I was both embarrassed and blushing even more at the fact that he was watching, and the way he was staring at me with his head cocked to the side was so damn cute.

“So… are you going to do something with it or just watch?” I asked impudently.

Noah looked up and grinned. 

“Do you want my mouth or my hand?” he asked defiantly.

My breath stopped for a moment, and an image more erotic than a thousand erotic images ran through my mind. I didn't think that these little teasing would work so well between the two of us in this case, and it gave me a lot of confidence. I reached for Noah's hand and pulled it to my crotch.

“I don't think I could last more than half a minute in your mouth,” I confessed. Noah looked at me like a predator as his long, tattooed fingers closed around my cock. The sight was enough to make another dose of precum drip onto my stomach. I gasped as he began to move his hand, using the wetness as a lubricant. “The thing is... ahh... I'm not sure I'll last much longer anyway… fuck…” I muttered, turning towards the ceiling.

In the process, Noah realized that he could still occupy his mouth perfectly, and after digging his nose into my neck, his lips slid down to my collarbone. He alternated between kissing and biting, his hand continued to move up and down, sometimes stroking my glans, sometimes holding my balls in his grip.

"You smell divine," he whispered against my skin. "You're so fucking perfect…" he said in a broken voice, as he started rubbing my thighs. 

I felt that I didn't need much anymore. My cock wanted to explode, my legs were shaking, all my senses were filled with Noah's scent, the sound of his soft moans, the heat of his skin, it was too much, and yet... it was like I was standing on a rock, longing for the long-awaited flight, but I'd be a coward to jump too. As if something hidden in the back of my mind was preventing me from receiving satisfaction. I clung to Noah's shoulder, who was just covering my chest with kisses, and I moaned in pain. He reacted immediately, glancing at my face, then fixed his gaze on mine.

"I'm here," he said in a soft voice, and his hot breath caressed my mouth. His hands continued to pamper me at a perfect pace, paying more and more attention to the sensitive spot under the glans. “I feel how close you are. Do you like my hands on your body? Huh?”

As we looked at each other gasping for breath, the tingling got stronger and stronger starting at the bottom of my waist. His voice did wonders for me. The next moment I couldn't keep my eyes open, but at the same time my lips parted and my back arched. Noah latched on to my mouth, and I was immensely grateful for that, because that way I might not have woken the others. My moans were lost between his lips and he silently endured as my fingers dug into his back, searching for some kind of grip. The orgasm was overwhelming. My heart wanted to burst out of my ribs, and for several minutes it was as if I was floating weightlessly above the bed. Noah buried his face in my hair, then rolled down next to me, and I could feel him gently wiping my stomach with something. 

Then the pink mist slowly lifted and I lay back on the bed, feeling the heaviness of my limbs and how warm I was. What did we do? What happens next? I had so many things going through my mind. The thoughts came back to me and I tried unsuccessfully to put them in their place. But I was absolutely sure of one thing: I didn't regret a single moment of the past half hour.

[l-itraklies]

Little Elf

Warnings: none

Pairing: no specific but Thorin x reader, Kili x reader and Fili x reader

Part 1 of ???

Words: 1008

Narrators POV.

Running through the dark forest, she could hear the laughter of her brothers on her tail. "Y/N!" She heard her brother Bucca announce. "Mana, otorno?" She replied ("What, brother?"). Stepping on the branches of trees and jumping to the next, each hanging over the only path into the city. "Come back!" Algar, her oldest brother replied. She landed on a rather larger branch and crouched as low as she could. She pulled an arrow out of her leather quiver, pulling it through the bow. She drew her bow back and swiftly let it go. She was hitting the tree right above one of their heads, leading them away.

She let out a light chuckle before whistling calling her horse, Álváró, to her. The sound of hooves approached her, and she slipped through the branches onto the back of him.

Meanwhile

Thorin and his party (pre-Bilbo), made their way to the gates of the elven city of Lindon. "Thorin, must we keep going?" Bomber complained, "We haven't stopped since breakfast!". Thorin sent him a glare sharp enough to cut stone, sending a fearful shiver to the dwarf. "The wizard says there is someone we need here," he stated bluntly and quite rude if you ask bomber. “It is true” Gandalf announced to them.  A crack came from the trees outside of the path. "Uncle?" Kili muttered, "Yah hear that?" The company listened closely, but the noise did not repeat. "No, lad!" His brother responded cheerfully.

As they neared the entrance of the city a tall stone wall appeared, covered in embellishments. On the top sat guards undisturbed by the dwarves. The gates began to open far before they reached the wall. "Can they see us?" Ori questioned, then the sound of hooves came running. On a jet-black horse road, a beautiful elf had long platinum hair as smooth as fine silk on its back.  She road straight through the party, bursting with pure euphoria and laughter. Gasps of amazement emerged from the group as she rode straight through the gates. She whipped her legs off the horse and hopping down, she turned toward the gate.

A silver crown lay on her forehead, despite her dirtied and ragged clothes. She wore a blue blouse and a grey corset that cinched in around her waist. a small dagger was stowed in the corset and she carried her bow across her chest. Her hair was half braided and the rest was left untouched. "Let them in!" She announced.

"Who request entry to Lindon?" One guard announced

Thorin stepped off his pony responding, "Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain!" The rest of the dwarves follow him and step off their ponies. "Y/n, daughter of Merila queen of Lindon," she said lightly, bowing, her brother's road through the gates mad with rage. "We have guests brothers."

Kili's POV.

She looked as if she was a dream, angelic yet reckless looking. "... and my brother Kili," Fili said interrupting my thoughts. I gave a warm smile, "At your service." She smiled walking up to us all slowly. "Not necessary," she hummed with a bright smile. she stretched out her hands. Her smile turned to a look of confusion. "What is it?" I asked. "I'll take your things," she replied. "We have none," Balin answered. "oh-" her smile returned as she began to walk towards the palace when a tall elf, with red hair, emerged. "Y/n what is the meaning of this noise?" he said.

Narrators POV.

The elf was the king, Angrethor. "Well, they are dwarves," Y/n replied, "they seek your company." Though, she was the queen's daughter she was not the king's, and would not address him as such. "Fine"

Later

Y/n stood in a long pale green dress, that flared at her knees, and had a sweaty heart neckline revealing an emerald medallion around her neck. The room was lively there were elves dancing to the music, eating, and laughing. Except for the company, they sat at a separate table, slowly eating in a brooding manner. “Thorin?” came a voice from behind them, it was the princess, they all noticed her rather shorter frame, for elves and most dwarves as well. “Aye,” he replied, grimacing. “The king will see you now,” she hummed. “Very well,” he growled getting up. 

Thorins POV.

As we walked into the king’s quarters, the company laughed and belched behind me. “Quiet,” I hissed, whipping my head back. “Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain, was it?” the king said, he did not seem remotely like the princess. His hair was as red as blood, his eyes were black instead of green. “Why is it you seek my company?” He questioned. “We wish the Pirncess, to join our company and quest to reclaim the lonely mountain, our home, from the dragon,” Balin explained, the princess was not in the room only the three princes and the king. “I reject, she is to be married,” he responded, “but you may stay as long as you please.” Suddenly the doors burst open, revealing the princess.

 “How dare you! I am not to be married, you have no power over me FALSE KING!” She yelled stomping toward the king red with rage. 

“I am your king and you will obey.” He said calmly

“What does she mean?” Dwalin questioned, to which the company just shook their heads.

Narrators POV.

Y/n lay in her bed, dried tears down her cheeks. She fiddled with her tiara in her hands. She wore her riding clothes, and she had daggers tucked into her boots and her quiver was filled with arrows and her short sword was freshly sharpened. The door squeaked open, and she thought it to be one of her brothers or palace caretakers. She threw a dagger toward the door just missing it and it dug into the wall beside the door. “Woah, ye almost took an ear off princess,” Bofur said from behind the door. “Sorry" Bofur stood by the bed, taking small breaths. "Would you join us?" he said, slightly quiet. "That false king is not my father, you know." she said, ignoring him, "My father was a dwarf, he served Thror and Thrain, to the day he was killed by orcs. and my mother,... killed by her own people for love, she was the true queen." Bofur stood there shocked, he couldn't believe what he'd heard. "Yes," she said looking up at him, "I will help you reclaim the mountain." The rest of the party walked in laughing, gloating, and throwing bags of coins at each other. "Bets will get you nowhere, dwarves."

"We know, little elf," Thorin said jokingly

[sparx-png]

blog intro! let's be moots!

I've had this blog for a while, but I realized I've never made an introduction and I love doing that. So here we go.

name: sparx

gender & pronouns: bigender/two-spirit, they/[any]

ethnicity: mixed-race latino

languages: english, spanish

age: 22

blog type: multifandom

interests: video games, anime, movies, tv, webcomics/comics, etc.

video games

• genres: RPGs, JRPGs, visual novels, platformers

• favorites: kingdom hearts, the world ends with you, devil may cry, mortal kombat, our life, mystic messenger, rakuen, ori and the blind forest, final fantasy, persona, our life: beginnings and always

anime

• blue exorcist, erased, tokyo revengers, jojo's bizarre adventure, attack on titan, ouran high school host club, angel beats, free!, hell girl, to your eternity, death note, tanaka-kun is always listless, afro samurai, devil may cry (2007), from me to you, delicious in dungeon, etc.

movies

• genres: animation, comedy, romance, romcom, fantasy, action, adventure, horror, martial arts

• favorites: scott pilgrim vs. the world, inception, studio ghibli films, gkids films, lord of the rings, knives out, the mummy, fantastic beasts and where to find them, the matrix, encanto, old 2D disney movies, insidious, old dreamworks movies, x-men, etc.

tv

• genres: animation, fantasy, sci-fi, action, adventure

• favorites: invincible, over the garden wall, the legend of vox machina, avatar: the last airbender, twin peaks, our flag means death, clone high, etc.

webcomics/webtoons/manhwa/manga

• omniscient reader, blue hearts, surviving romance, let's play, i'm the queen in this life, blue exorcist, death is the only ending for the villainess, i love yoo, my deepest secret, the guy upstairs, kiss him not me, age matters, batman: wayne family adventures, lost and found, comedown machine, etc.

other

• music, hello kitty, garfield, books, poetry/lyrics, liminal space, glowwave, backrooms, reality shifting (don't judge my escapism tactics aaa), language learning, stand-up comedy etc.

dni list

• homophobes, xenophobes/racists, transphobes, and any type of bigot I guess lmao

• i'd prefer to interact with 18+ users instead of minors, but I'm not super strict

And that's pretty much it! I'll likely be continuously updating the list of interests over time. By the way, this is my secondary blog. If we become moots, I'll follow you from my primary (@eightb-all) that I don't use much. Tumblr sucks at secondary blog capabilities :,)

Nice to meet you all!

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[kenhowler2004]

I want to put a mural on this wall but I am drawing a severe blank of what it should be a night time scene of. Like I don't know if I should do a video game reference, book reference, film & show reference, or a cheesy landscape.

If I do a game reference, which game? Sky:Children of the Light? ABZÛ? Pokémon? NiGHTS: Journey of Dreams? Unravel? Ori? Little Nightmares? FNaF? Undertale? Kirby? Minecraft? Dragon Quest? Sonic? Animal Crossing?

If I do a book, what kind of book? A classic like The Secret Garden? A reminder of childish imagination like Le Petite Prince? A traumatizing story of the horrors of war like the Song of Dragons Trilogy? A fun urban fantasy mystery like Skulduggery Pleasant? A story of growth and maturity like Ranger's Apprentice? A manga like Galaxy Angel or Jing: King of Bandits?

If I do a film & show reference, what should it be? How To Train Your Dragon? Lord of the Rings (potentially getting my dad to help me with the composition)? Yu-Gi-Oh? Sonic X? Dragonball? Cowboy Bebop? Ghibli films? The Polar Express? Ghostbusters? Indiana Jones? Pocket Dragons? Treasure Planet? D&D: Honor Among Thieves? Curious George? Hello Kitty Theatre?

Do I ultimately say fuck it and try to incorporate everything listed and then some? Or do I say fuck that and do something completely original to me?

I have many years to try and plan it as I need to get a base color down first. But it's a nagging question that I desperately need help with...

[nostalgiachan]

I'll go ahead and do that little text-version of the list, plus a game or two that I don't have on Steam but do have in general. I don't have a capture card or anything, so console games are out for the moment. If there's anything you don't see here that you'd like to see, feel free to suggest! Hit the Read More to see.

100% Orange Juice

7 Days to Die

Age of Empires III

Alice: Madness Returns

Arcanum: Of Steamworks and Magick Obscura

Bad Rats

Baldur's Gate 3

Baldur's Gate II: Enhanced Edition

Banished

The Banner Saga

Barony

Bastion

Beat Hazard

The Binding of Isaac

The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth

BIT.TRIP BEAT

BIT.TRIP RUNNER

Blood Omen 2: Legacy of Kain

Borderlands 2

Borderlands GOTY Enhanced

Captain Forever Remix

Castle Crashers

Chantelise

Child of Light

The Chronicles of Riddick: Assault on Dark Athena

Conan Exiles

Cookie Clicker (don't think I wouldn't)

The Count Lucanor

Crypt of the NecroDancer

Darkest Dungeon

Dead Island

Dishonored

Divinity: Dragon Commander

Divinity: Original Sin Enhanced

Divinity: Original Sin 2

Don't Starve Together

Donut County

Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen

Dungeons & Dragons: Daggerdale

Dungeons & Dragons Online

Dungeons of Dredmor

Dwarf Fortress

The Elder Scrolls: Arena

The Elder Scrolls II: Daggerfall

The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

The Elder Scrolls Adventures: Redguard

Enter the Gungeon

E.Y.E.: Divine Cybermancy

Fallout

Fallout 2

Fallout 4

Fallout: New Vegas

Final Fantasy X/X-2 HD Remaster

Final Fantasy XIV

The Forest

Fortune Summoners: Secret of the Elemental Stone

FTL: Faster Than Light

Game Dev Tycoon

Garry's Mod

Goat Simulator

Grand Theft Auto IV: The Complete Edition

Grand Theft Auto V

Grandia II HD Remaster

Grounded

Guild Wars

Guild Wars 2

Half-Life

Half-Life 2

Halls of Torment

Hotline Miami

Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number

how do you Do it?

The Incredible Adventures of Van Helsing

Jade Empire: Special Edition

Jet Set Radio

Killing Floor

Left 4 Dead 2

Legacy of Kain: Defiance

Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver

Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver 2

The Lord of the Rings Online

Lumines

Lumines Remastered

Mad Max

Magicka

Majesty Gold HD

Majesty 2

Marlow Briggs

Mount & Blade: Warband

Mount Your Friends

Oddworld: Abe's Oddysee

On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness, Episode One

OneShot

Ori and the Blind Forest: Definitive Edition

Our Darker Purpose

Path of Exile

Phasmophobia

Planet Coaster

Portal

Pregnancy

Prison Architect

Project Zomboid

Pyre

Realm of the Mad God Exalt

Recettear: An Item Shop's Tale

Rez Infinite

Risk of Rain

Risk of Rain 2

Saints Row 2

Saints Row the Third

Saints Row IV

Saints Row: Gat Out of Hell

Sakura Angels

Sakura Spirit

Septerra Core

Shadowrun Returns

Shadowrun: Dragonfall

Shadowrun: Hong Kong

The Ship

Sid Meier's Civilization V

The Sims 3

Sine Mora EX

Slime Rancher

Sonic & All-Stars Racing Transformed Collection

Sonic Generations

Soulcalibur VI

Space Hulk

Starbound

Stardew Valley

SteamWorld Heist

Stick Fight: the Game

Summer in Mara

Sunless Sea

Symphony

Tabletop Simulator

Tales of Maj'Eyal

Tales of Zestiria

Team Fortress 2

Terraria

This War of Mine

Thumper

Total War: Shogun 2

Transistor

Two Point Hospital

Undertale

V Rising

Valheim

Vampire Survivors

Vampire: the Masquerade - Bloodlines

Viscera Cleanup Detail

VRChat (not that I have a VR setup)

Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War II (with expansions)

Warhammer 40,000: Space Marine

Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide

Wasteland 1

Wasteland 2

Wasteland 3

Wattam

Streaming Interest Check

After three years, I'm finally returning to daywalker status and will be operating on Normal American Hours. I've also been thinking of maybe starting to stream again (after not having done so since 2015).

Only problem is, I was never much of a game streamer Back in the Day™, and all of my go-to stream options (horrible fanfic, terrible hentai and copyrighted anime) would get me nuked from Twitch. So, I ask you, dear audience: What would you want to see me stream?

Here's a list of all games I currently have on Steam. Let me know if you can't access that and I'll make a Read More post or something.

Anyway, once I'm on my new schedule, I'll start doing some test streams over on https://www.twitch.tv/nostalgiachan. Help a girl out maybe?

[kakabelorias]

Pastel babies 🩵🩷

The AU is basically Ori being a redeemed sinner but then after some time, gets sent back down to Hell which is where Peter follows after her. Hence, the birth of my Saint Peter AU~

Individual Pieces:

[sorisooyaa]

Paper Planes

Pairing: Ori x @i-did-not-mean-to​

A/N: Yes, I’m supposed to be asleep and resting! But this idea had been floating around my head all day and I could only think Ori with it and ofc, it’s Ori It has to be Angel :D

I had sat outside for the longest time. The heavy weight of the day was still on my shoulders, enough to suffocate me under its growing pressure. Add my own thoughts and doubts its power only multiplied, bringing me closer to spilling the tears I tried so desperately to hold back.

I wanted to scream... cry... shout, but something kept me from doing so and I rocked myself back and forth, trying to control the emotions within that were trying to spiral themselves out of control.

It wasn’t fair how the world worked in twists and turns, to drain out the very essence of the living soul inside one; to crush away the dreams one treasured, trying to put together a life worth living for one.

But unfortunately, there are things in this world that perplexed and angered many... and even killed one, pushing them over the edge because they could no longer take the weight, pressure and hate thrown at them from every corner.

Though one thing can’t exist without the other, some saw it as a blessing, and others saw it as a curse. I guess, it truly depends on the perspective of things that happen. Fo hurt to exist, there must be comfort, like two opposite sides of the coin, or the when day breaks into the night, giving the moon and stars to shine.

It was like that, the light touch of his hand being placed on my shoulder, touching my skin to send warmth through my body and lift away the fog that dared to cloud my mind and heart with darkened thoughts and wishes.

As if his touch is what pulled me out of treacherous waves that tried to drown me day in and day out.

“Ori...” I whispered, as my mind settled and the beating of my heart calmed until I felt only his touch and presence.

“Come here, Angel,” He whispered, reaching for my numb body. He looked for any signs of hesitation or denial from my side, and receiving none, he carefully wrapped his arms around me. He let me rest my head against his chest gently.

I listened to the soft beating of his heart, a peaceful sound that rocked me like a sweet lullaby if I was ever in need of sleep. There was a feeling of warmth and comfort within it; a touch from him and I was home, where I could block away anything and everything that tried to harm me. And I would do the same for him if anyone dared to harm a hair on his head.

The numbness in my arms and body broke; it melted away, and I freely let my arms wrap themselves around him. I pulled myself closer to the warmth he provided, trying to keep myself away from the fog that filled me with dread and darkness.

From my lack of speech, Ori understood there weren’t any words I could formulate right now, I only wanted the feel of him close to me, steadying me against the waves that tried to drown me each time.

And yet still Ori spoke, providing words, ones I wondered if I deserved.

“You’re loved and cared for. Please, do not let any convince you otherwise, Angel,” He almost pleaded with me, his thumb gently stroking my back, while the other hand drew soft circles, “There’s nothing wrong with you, it is the world that is wrong. It doesn’t know how to accept one another. It is flawed from the surface to its core. And the least we can do is shower it with kindness, and hope the receiving end will take it to heart and help another,” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, before continuing, “We can only do our part, and our part matters! That is why we should not change ourselves to the way the world tries to bend us. We cannot let the flawed world break who we are...”

I think I nodded at times, a part of the agreeing but the other part of me doubting, enough to let my fear and anxiety rise.

“Can I show you something?” Ori suddenly changed his words, smiling down at me. The soft espresso shades in his eyes shone beautifully, and it memorised me every time.

I frowned, but he simply reached over to my bag and took out my notebook.

Opening, the midsection, where words or scribbles of my inked pen had not touched, he smiled at me excited, holding the edging of a page, “Can I?”

With the excitement in his voice, I did not have the heart to deny him. From the light nod of my head, he immediately (and carelessly) ripped a page from my notebook.

I laughed as the stubborn page only cut halfway, leaving an odd-shaped oval in his hands.

He rolled his eyes and casted it aside for now, before ripping out another, carefully this time around, “Ori, what are you doing, my love?”

It was very unlike himself to suddenly rip a page from a notebook, “You will see,” Was all he said, quickly putting those expert hands to work, yes of course there was more than one use for them.

I watched with interest, now eager to know what he was up to as he folded the angles until they were pristine and sharp. He folded the little piece of paper from many sides, asking me to hold it at one point as he made sure everything was folded nearly.

It was only a moment later. I realised, he was crafting a ripped piece of paper into a little paper plane. Once again, checking all the sides and folding them with more might until he was sure they would stay in place, he turned to me, his eyes twinkling beautifully; they put the stars of the night sky to shame, “Ready?” He asked.

I nodded slowly, and he carefully lifted his hands the paper plane held with a soft grip, before he released it into the air. I watched, my eyes following its flight until it fell, no longer under any influence.

“We should to learn to fly like this over hardships and obstacles. And there will always be times where we crash,” He said, gesturing to the paper plane on the ground, then getting up to retrieve it again, “But the most important thing is that we keep trying, keep it going... no matter how many crashes we have, because in the end, you say, I did it, I have overcome it, now I deserve some ice cream!”

I laughed, rolling my eyes as Ori finished. Once he sat by my side again, he reached for my hand, letting us hold it together before we both released it into the breeze, letting it carry on with its journey.

And this whole time, Ori never stopped, always making me floating and souring, letting no fog cloud my mind and heart. He kept me loved and safe...

[i-did-not-mean-to]

December Drabbles

Based on this Prompt List by @cilil, I shall be writing a few Drabbles this month to cleanse my palate in-between events :D

❄️ First Snow - Finarfin & Indis

❄️ Candy Canes - Nerdanel x Fëanor

❄️ Winter Magic - Gondolin OT3 for @jaz-the-bard

❄️ Aurora Borealis - Turgon x Elenwë for @elentarial

❄️ Gingerbread & Cookies - Ori x OC

❄️ Memories - Aragorn x Arwen

❄️ Hot Beverages - Elrond & Maeglin (& Celebrimbor) (about this fic I got by @maglor-my-beloved)

❄️ Reindeer & Sleighs - Celegorm x Aredhel

❄️ Ugly Sweaters - Kíli x reader for @fandomfaeryreads

❄️ Hot & Cold - Melkor x Mairon

❄️ Decorating - Maedhros x Fingon

❄️ Sleeping Forest - Aredhel & Maeglin for @elentarial

❄️ Angels & Demons - Firebird for @cilil

❄️ Letters & Cards - Maedhros & brothers because of this song

❄️ (Found) Family - Elrond & Eärendil & Maglor

❄️ Gift Giving - Varda x Nienna

❄️ New Moon - Finarfin x Eönwë (Twilight Parody)

❄️ Frost & Ice - Finrod & Turgon & Idril

❄️ Mistletoe - Yavanna x Aulë

❄️ Old Traditions - Turgon & Idril (for @elentarial)

❄️ Lights & Candles - Elrond x Erestor (continuation of this)

❄️ Holidays - Ulmo x Manwë

❄️ Songs & Carols - Daeron x Maglor

❄️ Cosy Times - Thorin x Bilbo

❄️ Fairytale - Fingon (continuation of this)

❄️ Bells & Chimes - Finrod for @polutrope

❄️ Snowed in - Ori x reader for @blairsanne

❄️ Lazy Day - Nerdanel x Anairë

❄️ Regrets & Resolutions - Fëanor x Fingolfin for MoonLord

❄️ Hope - Faramir x Éowyn

❄️ New Year - Dís x Elven OC

I will take requests for these drabbles as well, but please be advised that I am keeping this as fluffy and joyful as possible, as I am also doing Dead Dove December LOL

Lots of love from me and a big shout-out to @cilil (and @ainursecretsanta).

<3

[loisfreakinglane]