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masonmiamor · 2 years ago

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morning sunrise - - - Mason Mount x reader.

Summary: a small blurb of watching the sunrise with mason just being truly in love.

request are open! feel free to send any!

Your first day was well spent by grabbing brunch, laying by the pool and then going back to the hotel for bed. The whole ride from the airport to the plane drained you. After showering with Mason, you did your nightime skin care and brushed your teeth together. After settling in bed, you made sure to set an alarm for 6:15am the night before, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity.

Mason cuddled against you, setting his head on the crook of your neck, his arm securly around your waist. “You're so warm, smell good too…” he hummed. You giggled and rubbed your thumb along his forearm. “Go to sleep Mase. You're tired and deserve some rest,” you whispered and then leaned down to press a small kiss on his temple. He sighed and relaxed to your touch, he looked up and pecked your lips so sweet and lovely. “Goodnight Y/n. I love you.”

“Love you too Mason. Night.”

Your alarm rang just as had you set it. You leaned over and shut it off, yawning and rubbing your eyes you sat up. Mason was still asleep, his arm now loosely over your lap. You carefully got out of bed not wanting to wake him, and walked over to the bathroom to wash your face, moisturize and brush your teeth.

You changed into a black bikini and covered up with some loose shorts. You quietly shut the door and began to walk to the door. “Where are you going?” said Mason, his voice deep and groggy. Your cheeks redened and suddenly felt slightly guilty for waking him up. “I'm going to watch the sunrise…”

“Without me?”

“I was going to wake you but you were sleeping so peacefully. We had a long day yesterday, and I wanted you to rest,” you said as you walked over to edge of the bed taking a seat. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, opening them and closed to wake himself up. “Let me brush my teeth and change,” he said and began to get out of bed, stretching.

You smiled and nodded, watching as he walked into the bathroom and do his business. He walked out with navy green trunks and a plain white t-shirt, still with his bed hair. You stood up and walked over to him smiling, “Ready?” you asked running your fingers over his now longer locks of hair. Mason nodded and kissed your lips, “Have I ever mentioned how much I love your hair like this? Unstyled, messy and ruffled?,” you asked with a teasing tone.

He shook his head and smiled, those smiles where his dimples popped out, “I’ll keep it in mind.” The two of you quietly walked down to the lobby and then outside through the hidden passway to the empty beach. The smell of the ocean and sand brought a release of air, you suddenly squealed and ran to where the water meets the sand. Mason looked at you as you ran, your hands in the air and your hair flowing freely.

He eventually caught up to you, and saw how your eyes glowed due to the now reflecting bits of sunshine. You stared out to the scenery in front of you, mesmerized by the waves crashing, and sound of birds. You looked down and saw the different sea shells and clear water. The water wasn’t cold at all as you expected, rather warm and comfortably hot.

Mason watched your every move, completely drawn to you, from where you collected certain sea shells, tucking you hair back, pointing at different things, and watched as you took photos. He could see why you loved these special moments. It was peaceful and quiet, a great way to escape reality for a bit. Mason couldn't help himself but take a few photos of you when you weren't paying attention. “Lets take a selfie, yeah?” he suggested making you nod your head quickly.

Both of you did ones with smiles, then a cheesy pose, sticking your tongue out, one where you kissed his cheek, and then finally a photo of your lips locked together. All while the background was the sunfinally peeping out. “You look absolutely beautiful and stunning, Y/n…” he whispered as he hugged you from behind. He kissed your neck, behind you ear, and shoulder. “All mine.”

“Yours always,” you replied, leaning your head back onto his upper chest. You felt like a kid all over again, the thrill and excitement, like a kid at a candy store. “I love you Mason. I can't thank you enough for bringing me here. Being with you makes me feel safe and sound in your arms, no judgements or side remarks from people. You mean the absolute world to me, and hold a special place in my heart,” you turned around and hugged him, feeling as he leaned down and hid himself in the crook of your neck.

“You're my MJ, forever and always,” he said, bringing his hand up to rub your cheek with the pad of his thumb. His brown eyes completely honey, almost seeing specks of green. If there was one thing Mason loved was your kisses and touch. So he didnt hold back and slowly leaned down to meet your lips again, the sweet tast of your lips again.

It wasnt a small peck or full on makeout session, it was more sensual and passionate, the adoration and love full display. “Enough enough mister. Were still in public,” you sidenoted and pulled away, but he didnt care and shrug his shoulders. “I'll be glad to show everyone here how much my fiance means to me.”

Fiance. You looked down and saw the ring on your finger, forgetting this was the reason the two of you were here. “What did you forget baby?” he teased, rubbing his thumb over the ring and across your knuckles. “Still feels surreal…” you admitted, watching as his lips curved into a cocky smirk.

“Well get used to it pretty girl. You'll be Mrs. Mount soon...”

#mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount one shot #mason mount #mason mount blurb #mason mount imagines #mason mount x y/n

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denoticias · 5 years ago

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SUNFINITY NOTAS LOS REEMBOLSOS SOLARES TRAEN UN POCO DE SOL A LOS PROPIETARIOS DE TEXAS La energía solar para el hogar ahorra en las facturas de electricidad de la familia en los próximos años.

#notas de sunfinity #www.sunfinity.com

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cloudclangen · 1 month ago

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MOON 1

...Newleaf is here. It brings fresh rain, and hope, and maybe something more.

#cloudclangen #warriorcats #warriors #clangen comic #warrior cats clangen #clan generator #clangen #lightstar #bleakdawn #daisysprout #sunfin #we're just starting and it's already some relationship drama lol #i also find it funny that daisysprout looks exactly like lightstar but with bleakdawn's eyes

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findroleplay · 2 years ago

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Hello!!

I'm looking for a Hetalia roleplay, although it may be a longshot.

Specifically I am looking for SunFin (I can play either of them) but I am not opposed to add some side pairs if the plot allows, like DenNor.

I am looking for someone who will be active both in the roleplay and the plotting stage. Please, I don't want to carry the whole plotting and then roleplay on my own! I prefer AU's, and plots involving drama, angst and hurt/comfort, while I am not very good with fluff centric plots.

Besides that, please just be over 18 as I am 24, and okay with roleplying on Discord. I usually write a couple of paragraphs or more and, although I don't mind if you don't match me, I'd like you to not go under a couple of them either.

Interact with the post and I'll reach out!

#hetalia rp #rp #roleplay

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onewingladybug · 3 years ago

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I know this trend is old but I’ve been wanting to do it with Fading Faith characters for a while. There were several cats I could’ve picked for any given box, but I didn’t wanna repeat any cats.

For mother and kit, I chose Cinderpaw and Sootberry. Cinderpaw is a mama’s girl, and Sootberry dotes on her sick little baby. She loves all her kits, but has a special bond with Cinder. I also could’ve gone with Sunfin and either of her kits, Rosestorm and Alderbark, or Palebelly and Loudbird.

Siblings, I picked an odd pairing, Plumberry and Creekpelt. These two are background characters, but I really like them and want to explore their bond a bit more. Plum is ditzy and extroverted, while Creek is more reserved and thoughtful. They balance each other out beautifully. I also considered Fawn and Berry (I could’ve filled this with Fawn tbh), Morningmist and Sandstream , who are Plum and Creek’s younger siblings, or Frogpaw and Minnowpaw.

There wasn’t anyone I could pick other than Bunetleaf and Branchfire. They are my only confirmed mlm couple so far, and they’re just cute to me. Soft little boys who are expecting kits as of the most recent chapter.

Father and kit I chose Ripplestar and Rainmist. Rainmist makes sure her father eats and cares for himself, and Ripplestar loves and cares deeply with both his children. Sleetclaw also could’ve been used in this, either alongside his father or with either of his kits Marigoldkit or Webkit. Jayflight and any of his kits could’ve been featured, and Loudbird and either Fawn or Berry. Runningbreeze and Wolfpaw were also considered, though they stay seperated due to Flystar’s influence.

Friendship, I finally allowed myself to use Fawndapple and her best friend Minnowpaw. I love writing these two, and have such a soft spot Minnowpaw especially. Frogpaw could’ve been alongside Fawn as well, because I really love him too, or even Alderbark could’ve been used. Flutterwing was also a strong contender. Moving away from Fawn, I really wanted to use Waspwing and Sparkfur.

Speaking of Waspwing, him and his mate Dappletuft were the only choice for favorite straight couple. I love these two so much, my favorite line to tell people about from Fading Faith is Waspwing’s “why would I fight with you? You’re perfect,” line.

Grandparent and kit, I went with Palebelly and Berrypaw, or Berrykit in this case. Again, I could have used Fawn, but I think Berry also would’ve been close to his grandmother. I imagine as a young kit, already interested in herbs, he’d find ones and ramble on and on to Palebelly about what he thought they did. I’m sure he was also one to listen to elder stories dozens of times, instead of play fighting with the other kits.

For mentor and apprentice, I picked my only toxic pair, despite how interesting they are. Jayflight and Wolfpaw undoubtedly are a horrible match as mentor and apprentice, with Jayflight being arrogant, snobby, impatient, and cruel, and Wolfpaw just trying to gain approval and get by in the oppressive Thunderclan. I also considered either Fawn and Rain, or Wasp and Minnow, but no repeats.

Finally, my wlw ship is Quailfeather and Rabbitbush, another Windclan pair in the background. Like mlm, there will be more wlw, but I couldn’t use any other ones for this because of spoilers. I love drawing these two, they’re so cute.

I might do this again with other pairs at some point, but this was fun!

#Warrior Cats #warrior cats oc #Fading Faith

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tenspontaneite · 4 years ago

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Wish Fulfilment (Chapter 1/?)

Rayla woke up in a tiny body in a tiny bed, blinked, looked at her tiny hands, and said “Right.”

(Time travel; indulgent and light-hearted. Ao3 link)

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Rayla woke up in a tiny body in a tiny bed, blinked, looked at her tiny hands, and said “Right.”

She spent the next few days taking stock of herself, the time-frame, her living situation, and her own abilities. She was a pipsqueak, lacking the advantages of a decade of training and conditioning, but she’d been a scrappy thing even at this age – climbing trees, making a nuisance of herself, getting hardier and more agile than most bairns did, and so on. She scrambled experimentally about some trees for a while, and assessed her stealth by mud-bombing the townspeople she disliked, and in the end decided that it would do just fine.

Her parents had joined the Dragonguard recently, and judging by her age, Callum must have lost his mother only a month or two ago. She regretted that she couldn’t have stopped that, but, well. Nothing to be done.

She spent a further week stealing supplies, testing herself, and getting ready. The Moon answered her when she called on it, even so close to its darkest phase. Magic answered too, when she begrudgingly tested the spells Callum had bullied her into learning. It would be enough.

She left a note for Ethari and Runaan that read ‘I know you’ll never listen if I tell you not to look for me, so just try not to waste too much time, alright? I’m fine.’ She took a moment to feel disconcerted at her history of leaving notes and disappearing, then added ‘Sorry. Try not to worry. I’ll see if I can send letters or something.’ With that in mind she took a brief detour into Ethari’s workshop and stole a shadowhawk. With that tucked into her pack, she did some last-minute checks of her supplies and headed out.

First on her agenda was heading North-East and breaking up her trail. Runaan would absolutely try to follow her, so she made it as hard for him as she possibly could, laying false trails, disturbing the true ones, and dunking herself in every body of water she could find to break up the chance of the family Moonstrider being able to track her. He’d probably still find his way through the first leg of her journey, but that was okay. She could live with that.

Rayla arrived at the mountainous plains on the edge of Lux Aurea a week later, finding with satisfaction what she’d expected to: vast tracts of farmland, developed for the feeding of the equally vast population of the golden city. It took a further day to find the farm itself, whereupon she broke in, ambushed the residents, and made some very uncompromising demands.

The Sunfire farmers looked so bewildered at having been hogtied and extorted by a baby-faced Moonshadow child that they offered absolutely no resistance except plaintive questions like ‘where are your parents’, or ‘are you okay’, or ‘do you need any help’. In the end Rayla departed with her packs three bags of seeds heavier, and also stole a Sunfin on her way out. She flew on the placid creature for three days due West before running afoul of the Sunfire army.

Rayla spent eight disgruntled hours in the custody of those soldiers, refusing to talk, until they finally left a twin-tailed inferno-tooth tiger to guard her while they went off to send letters to their superiors, trusting the guard-cat’s intelligence and ferocity to be equal to the task of keeping watch on a wee Moonshadow bairn. This turned out to be a mistake.

Within an hour, the animal was eyeing her with interest. Within two, it had drifted close to sniff at her. “What’re you looking at?” She demanded, in her tiny irritable child-voice, and that was when the thing instantly and very plainly took a liking to her. She spent ten minutes grumbling loudly about being sat on by a giant cat, then finally conceded to pragmatism and started using its tail-flames to burn through her ties. They’d only used rope, not wanting to restrain a child too sternly. It was very helpful stupidity on their part.

Rayla escaped on the cat and was only mildly singed by the ordeal. Later, after a day of very enthusiastic pursuit-evasion, she settled down with said cat and eyed it with resignation. “You’re not leaving, are you.” She said. It licked her with a sandpapery tongue almost as big as her entire face, and that was answer enough. She sighed. “Well, it’ll make the journey a lot faster, I suppose.” She decided. “But you’re going to be a pain to hide.”

Unconcerned, it rubbed its face against her insistently enough to push her over. But she’d grown up with a shadowpaw, so she was used to that.

Rayla, who was not good at naming things, named it Cat.

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Brightly-coloured cats with two flaming tails were not stealthy. They just weren’t. Cheerfully unaware of how inconvenient this was, Cat spent the next two weeks ruining her efforts at stealth by roaring at inconvenient times, following her when she’d told it to stay put, and in general by being constantly on fire. As such she arrived in the Pentarchy and crossed the Weeping Bay with considerably more flair than she’d have preferred, but at least the tails eliminated the need for campfires. It had obviously been used to cook food before, and tolerated the experience very agreeably, if it had also been fed.

On the third week she finally figured out that the thing had been trained with Luçais commands, and muddled her way through her extremely bare vocabulary in the language to finally get Cat to follow basic directions. With the ability to tell it to stay put somewhere while she went off to do something else, things went much better. She disappeared into the mountain range on Cat’s wings, choosing the least-populated route she could manage, and in the end managed to approach Katolis castle with no one the wiser that she was there.

Finding somewhere to leave Cat proved challenging, though. She briefly considered the alcove in the cliff under the castle, but dismissed it on grounds that someone would notice the roaring eventually. Cat was a noisy bastard. Eventually she resigned herself to the fact that she’d just need to relocate it periodically, and left it in a relatively well-concealed ditch with a freshly-killed deer corpse to occupy it.

Rayla waited till nightfall for the first excursion, calling on the Moon to turn her skin to shadows, and stalked down the castle halls, learning it as it was in this time. Learning the guard stations, the patrol patterns, its rhythms and sounds. She was half-way to checking whether Callum still had the right room at this age when she stopped in the middle of the hallway, goosebumps raising up in lines over her arms, feeling a vast and familiar presence passing over her mind. She slumped with relief.

“Ezran.” She murmured, more thankful than words could say. “So you made it back too.”

Being a baby had apparently not agreed with him, because he seemed to lack the control and finesse he’d developed with age. Instead his ability brushed at her in vague sweeps of feeling and intent, saying relief and frustration and this way. She followed his lead to the nursery where he was kept, his guards pressed into sleep by his far-reaching touch.

She looked down at him in his cot, so tiny she wasn’t even sure if he could crawl, and raised an eyebrow. “Somehow, you’re even tinier than I expected.”

“Ee,” he expressed sourly, blinking up at her with eyes that looked too big for his face. Babies were so weird. His hands reached up and made grabby motions at her, so obediently she leaned in and let him slap one baby hand onto her cheek. With the skin contact, it got a lot clearer.

Been here months, he seemed to complain, along with a rush of gratitude/relief/fondness at seeing her. Couldn’t do anything/missed you/been awful.

“How many months?” She asked with interest, and after a little back-and-forth managed to surmise that he’d awakened in his body very shortly after the titan-slaying party had departed for Xadia. She winced, entirely aware of how terrible that must have been for him. “I’m sorry, Ez.”

His little baby face screwed up, as if he was going to start crying. He almost did, but then seemed to summon the will to suppress the infant-body’s powerful instincts before it actually got going. Really sucked, he managed to express, with a little echo of his helplessness and anger. Then, subverbal: an impression of the heavy miasma of grief that had hung over the castle. Harrow crying, Callum crying.

She inhaled sharply. “Callum-“ she couldn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t make it back? She thought, numbly, and that was as good as saying it, with Ezran touching her.

He blinked wide ice-blue eyes at her. Hasn't yet/getting worried, he said, tangled up in the impression he had that she’d arrived later than him, hadn’t she, so maybe, maybe Callum would join them eventually too. He hoped. But time was passing and he was afraid.

She closed her eyes. Exhaled. “Did Zym make it?” Yes, he had. “Can you talk to him the same? Reach past him?” Talking: yes, but it was hard. Reaching: no. “Okay. We can work with that.” She hesitated, steeling herself, not thinking about Callum. “I’ve got a hotcat a little bit past the castle. Think you can convince it not to make noise?” She asked, half-heartedly.

Ezran blinked again. Then he looked delighted, a wide baby grin spreading across his face. He nearly bowled her over with the wave of enthusiasm and approval for her having made a proper animal friend, and expressed his intention to begin communing with said animal at once.

Rayla nodded a little, still tightly controlling her reaction to the news about Callum, and after a moment reached into the cot to lift Ezran up under his wee chubby baby arms. He made a surprised gurgle at her, then burped contentedly when she hugged him, patting her clumsily on the shoulder. He was so bloody little. It was making her annoyingly emotional. Damn it, Callum, she thought to herself, get back here already so you can look at how tiny your brother is with me.

Ez sighed, patting her with mental impressions of hope and affection and subdued sadness. Then he told her, though not in as many words, that Cat was a terrible name and someone really needed to make fun of her for it.

Rayla huffed and set him back down again. “Shush, you.” She said gruffly, and hesitated. “I’ll…come back to see you tomorrow, alright? Maybe in the day this time.” She had to get an idea of the daytime watch rotations too, after all. She still wasn’t sure what the plan was, but taking someone hostage might well end up being part of it. That would be a lot easier, with Ez on board. A lot of things would be easier.

A little spitefully, to let off steam, she made one final stop before leaving the castle that night: she broke into Viren’s rooms and stole one each of three pairs of his boots. She took these back to Cat and watched it maul the boots in question with a great deal of satisfaction.

Cat did quiet down after whatever Ezran communicated to it, but unfortunately also decided that if it wasn’t going to announce its presence by roaring, it had to do it some other way. This was how Cat ended up spraying the brambles at the edge of the ditch in urine, and incidentally also how Rayla discovered that it was a male. Thereafter the area stank too much for her to linger in, so she had to go off to sleep in a nearby tree, beyond the warmth of Cat’s burning tails. Rayla woke the next morning with a pronounced crick in her neck, grumbled a little, then went back to work.

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Notes:

So this story exists because I made myself Really Sad about five year old Callum when writing the latest chapter (21) of piaj, and then made myself Even Sadder by promptly writing a future scene where Callum talked about said period of his life to Rayla, and then out of abject desperation I fired up a fresh document and started writing this to comfort myself.

Setting background: canon, but with worldbuilding borrowed from piaj. Future Rayla was somewhere in the region of 18+ years old, unspecified. Circumstances of the future and method of time travel left extremely deliberately vague. I have every intention of playing as fast and loose with this story as I can possibly manage; I already have one exhaustive and meticulous tdp work and I’m not interested in reallocating my brainpower from that to this.

Warning: what plans I have for this story heavily feature piaj worldbuilding that I consider pretty critical to the setting, and also unlikely to come out any time soon. Therefore, it’s pretty guaranteed that I’ll get two or three chapters in to publishing this and then have to keep the rest to myself for the next four years while piaj progresses.

Other details:

Sunfin: a creature I came up with for piaj worldbuilding. It cannot breathe, and uses Sun magic in place of respiratory processes. If kept indoors it will die very quickly. It’s unintelligent and usually lives at high altitudes and will not generally touch the ground in its lifetime, but can be trained for use in farming, where it’s very useful in dispersing large amounts of Stuff (i.e. water, seeds, fertiliser) over a field from the sky. They’re basically crop dusters. Concept and name inspired by the Skyfin from endless legend. Looks somewhat more like a cross between an air shark and manta ray though.

Ezran: future Ezran in this setting was very, very powerful. Less so now that he’s a one year old baby. Rip.

Rayla: future Rayla learned how to use Moonshadow form at most times of the month, and in addition was eventually nagged by Callum into learning some spells. She uses them as part of her stealth repertoire but doesn’t consider herself a mage.

Callum: is baby.

Cat: a twin tailed inferno tooth tiger, highly trained, and in use by the Lux Aurea military as a war mount prior to his desertion in this story. They had a different name for him, but he rather prefers ‘Cat’.

Luçais: piaj worldbuilding; this is the in universe name for the French language as Draconic is the in universe name for Latin. Spoken by many Sunfire elves.

#tdp #tdp fic #rayllum #time travel #tdp rayla #tdp callum #tdp ezran #and so on #read back on my blog to trace the aetiology of this fic

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