#this was kind of annoying to colour so bear with me thank you

[minhosblr]

"Stray Kids, still gonna rock on the Hellevator. We go to the top, go on and on."

[lost-in-lamentation]

hii I love your writing!! I know this request is quite angsty and hard hitting but I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something for mammon where the reader never lets him see his pact mark on their body even though he keeps asking to. after a while it’s revealed that the reason for that is because the mark is on their hip and they actually have visible self harm scars on there. maybe with some comfort towards the end?? you can totally ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with it, no pressure at all! ♡

a/n: hi !!! so first of all, thank you so much for the kind words, and second, thank you for trusting me to write this!! i tried my best to do such a request well, and in the end, i hope i did it justice.

content: you don't allow mammon to see his pact mark on your body, and when he uncovers it, he quickly understands why.

mammon × gen!reader (you/your).

WARNINGS: implied self harm, scars along hips/waist area. reader has a breakdown at the end. DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with any of these topics!

hurt/comfort.

mammon hates it.

he hates the way you willingly flaunt your pact marks with his brothers. perhaps he wouldn't hate it so much, if it wasn't for the fact that you refuse to show him his. mammon's golden pattern, hidden away from prying eyes, including his own.

mammon can't bear it.

he can't bear the way you brush away his hands when he tries to feel for the mark himself, even though he sees how everyone else can have fingers trailing your body along their own patterns. your eyes glitter their signature colour when fingers ghost over their pacts, but he's never been granted that privilege.

and he hates it.

"c'mon MC, you've told everyone else where theirs are. what's so different with mine?" mammon whines at you from his spot on your bed, an elbow propped up on his crossed legs as he rests his chin in his hand.

you sigh loudly, exasperation clear as day. "it's on my body."

"i know that much!"

"then stop asking." your chair creaks as you turn your shoulders to face him, eyes slanted in annoyed demeanor. "have you ever thought about the fact that i don't want to show you?"

the words feel like a knife that's been thrown into his heart; a steady pain that resurfaces each time he breathes. "but you showed all my brothers theirs."

"yes, and i won't be showing you yours."

the knife moves down, completely slicing his heart open. his words die in his throat, mirroring the way he can no longer feel his heart beating. mammon's head slips away from his hand, hiding his face away from you. you realise then that mammon didn't deserve something so harsh, but before you can muster an apology, mammon is out the door, slamming it behind him as he leaves.

you hate it.

you hate the way mammon looks at you when you deny his request. perhaps if you actually showed him his golden seal, he wouldn't be so upset; but with it being so close to your scars, you can't risk mammon becoming more upset at the marks that are from you, and not him.

you can't bear it.

you can't bear to see him drift away from you, refusing to even spare you a glance when you call him from across the room. you know that it's your fault for pushing him away in the first place, but the thought that you loved him too much to let him go was one that you never had come to terms with until now.

and you hate it.

mammon's standoff with you lasts no longer than 3 days, and you are the first to break the ice. in the dead of night, he hears shuffling outside his door, followed by a set of muffled knocks. when you appear on the other side of the door, mammon debates closing it on you. but then he sees how your hands tighten in anxiety, playing with the hem of your jacket as you wait for his answer. mammon continues his silence, but unlike before, he opens his door for you, stepping to the side to make way for you to enter. he watches as you find your favourite spot on the couch, curling up in the corner between the cushions and the armrest. a sigh passes his lips, but he sits next to you anyways, handing you a blanket before tossing the tv remote into your lap. "here. pick a movie," he says quietly, his gaze following your movements as you pick up the remote.

"sure." the sound of your voice has mammon twitching. it's been days without you, and even though he can play it cool, he's never wanted to pull you close this badly. he stands firm against his sin, refusing to give in to his desires. at least, until the movie plays for some time.

his movements are cautious as he turns to face you. mammon tests the waters first, lifting a corner of the blanket that surrounds you. when you make no move to stop him, mammon inches closer, throwing the blanket around his own shoulders instead of placing it back down. the second born stops there, wary of the boundaries that had been built in the last few days. then he catches you shift your eyes from the screen to him, shoulders turning to face mammon as you whisper your approval.

mammon wastes no time, looping an arm around your waist as the other hooks onto your neck. he feels you sigh against him, and he wonders if it's relief or something else until your own arms wind around him in return. "i'm sorry, mammon."

at your touch, he can feel the pieces of his heart slowly mending back together. mammon holds tighter, his nose burying into your hair for a second before he pulls back to look at you. "...s'okay, human. i get it." and although brief, mammon notices how your eyes glow golden when his hand drops down from your waist onto your hips. he holds his tongue, throwing his signature smile at you as he pulls you down to lay next to him. luckily for him, you don't realise that he hovered over the mark, oblivious to the fact that he now knows where it is. although curious, mammon keeps quiet, coaxing your head towards the crook of his neck. "get some sleep for now. ya look tired," he whispers, scratching at the base of your chin as you let out a long yawn. humming contentedly, you tuck yourself into his chest, breaths evening out as you drift off to sleep.

when mammon confirms you've fallen asleep, he props himself up with an elbow carefully. he knows there's a risk of you waking up at what he plans to do, but he has to see it at least once. mammon moves lightly, the pads of his fingers unnoticed by you as they lift up the hem of your shirt. just barely visible are the edges of his pact mark, giving a low shimmer the closer mammon gets. ever so softly, mammon brushes over your skin, feeling the way the pattern heats up under his touch. he marvels at how it looks, how it feels; but then he sees another mark trailing up and through his own. he moves the waistband of your pajamas down ever so delicately, and he finally understands why you refuse to show him anything.

the scars are littered across your hips, dragging all the way up to your waist before fading. mammon can't help himself from tracing them, unease settling in his bones as tries to count them all. he considers not telling you about his discovery, but before he can pull his hand away, you jolt awake, shouting as you scramble away. "wh-what are you doing?!"

"nothing, i just-!" mammon stops in his tracks. you're trembling in front of him, arms wound tight around yourself as you cover yourself in his blankets. a part of him wants to run away from the topic, to pretend he saw nothing, but he knows you all too well. if he doesn't ask now, he won't get the chance again. mammon sits up straight, dragging a hand down his face with a sigh. "that's why you wouldn't show me? cause you did all that to yourself?"

you keep your gaze lowered, refusing to look in mammon's direction. "... are you mad?"

mammon can feel his heart cracking again at your voice. "i'm not mad, MC. i'm..." he reaches a hand out, leaving it to hover in the empty space between the two of you. "i'm sad. you could've told me, i would've-"

"i didn't want you to hate me."

the sound of your crying fractures mammon's thoughts, and before he knows it, he's wrapping himself around you, chin resting atop your head as you grip onto his shoulders. "dumb human. how could i ever hate you?"

sobs break out of your chest, a weight that you had grown accustomed to living with slowly disappearing. you press further into mammon's hold, a desperate attempt to sear his warmth into you. a gentle hand on your back trails up and down your spine, grounding you as you struggle to find your breath again. guilt ravages through your veins, making you shudder and quiver against mammon's chest. around you, his arms tighten, and you can briefly hear the muffled whispers that come from him.

"i'm not mad. i'm here."

your body aches from being so tense, chest heaving when you turn your face up to look at mammon. another sob echoes from within you when he cradles your face softly, tears collecting in the palm of his hand.

"i'm right here. you're safe."

the thought itself has you unraveling at the seams. you had hidden your scars for so long, never even stopping to think about the possibility that mammon would accept them. and yet, here he is now, encasing you in his grasp, holding you as if he can he protect you from such thoughts. and for a fleeting moment, you think that it might be possible.

"i've got you. i'm not mad." mammon waits for your eyes to fall shut again, and when they do, his lips brush over your forehead. he shifts you in his lap, moving your head to rest against his chest. the steady pounding of his heart keeps you from spiraling as you feel his fingers tracing over your scars. "it's okay. i love you."

your tears continue to fall, but they no longer hold the weight they used to. mammon draws slow circles into your sides, lulling you to finally get some rest. you exhale in relief, pressing yourself further into his embrace. "i love you too," you whisper, blissfully unaware of the way mammon struggles to keep his composure.

adoration dances in mammon's sapphire eyes as he gazes down at you. he knows that there's a lot more that needs to be talked about, but for now, he's perfectly content with you sleeping in his arms. mammon places a delicate kiss to the crown of your head, a silent plea for you to love him like this for just more than one night.

a/n: this was supposed to be shorter but i took a long bus route today

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

[ehlihr]

your art style is so distinctive, saw your pfp and instantly knew you drew those mlb comics and doodles i was obsessed with, any chance you can tell me what that colour changing brush you used for a lot of those doodles are? thank youuu

hey anon tysm!!! i sure can:

none of these brushes had a colour jitter on them. I usually make duplicates of brushes i like and give them some kind of colour jitter as follows:

Colour Dynamics → Stroke Colour Jitter → Hue → 3 / 5 / 10 / 15 / 20 % (different intensities needed depending on the warmth of the colour! warm colours are way more sensitive to hue jitter than cool colours) → i now basically always use a brush with between 3-5% jitter on it!

Colour Dynamics → Stroke Colour Jitter → Saturation → 2-4% (rare, i find it annoying if i end up using grey, but fun for painting!)

Colour Dynamics → Stroke Colour Jitter → Hue → 90-100% for the wacky brushes

Brushes:

I used a lot of different brushes. I'll try and name the ones I used the most, but if there's a specific image feel free to send an ask w that and I'll find the brushes I used. Also I edit the FUCK out of my brushes so bear that in mind. I really want to do a video with a brush tour someday because it's sick and twisted.

MaxU Chisel Pencil - MaxPack Comics

MaxU Gesture Sketch - MaxPack Retro

MaxU Coloured Pencil Waxy - MaxPack Watercolour

MaxU Sketch Marker - MaxPack Comics

Bencil - my friend finch's brush, on his ko-fi here

that's probably most of them. again, if theres a specific drawing in mind send it my way! i used a brunch of different colour changing brushes

[asgardianhobbit98]

Of Kings, Crowns and Love (Thorin Spring Forge 2024 Entry)

accompanying art piece by @koyunsoncizeri here!! 😭🩷🩷🩷 it's gorgeous!

Summary: Thorin hears of Rohan’s king’s death, and how his son, moving back home from Gondor, is about to be crowned the new king of Rohan. Normally, Dwarves keep themselves out of the business of men. But something is stirring in the North, something dark and evil that seems to be connected to Gundabad and the fell lands of the East... and having some extra allies is not bad (as he’s learned on his quest to retake Erebor). 

The King under the Mountain officially invites himself to the crowning of King Thengel, where he meets not just Thengel and a mysterious man called Thorongil, but also the new king’s sisters. Falling head over heels for the oldest of the two sisters, Thorin finds himself no longer on just a political mission, but also one of love. 

Fandom: The Hobbit / Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield / original female character

Tags: everybody lives AU, Dragon Sickness, PTSD, First Love, Courting, First Kiss, Romance, Love Letters, Baking

Word Count: around 9157

Notes: I want to thank the lovely moderators from @thorinsspringforge for this event and the support they offered us all! This was so much fun :3

I also want to give a HUGE shoutout to my artist @koyunsoncizeri who created something so so beautiful (please go check out their art piece for this fic and reblog and give it love!!), which helped inspire me to keep writing when I struggled!! Their talent and kindness knows no bounds! Thank you love 🩷

AO3 link to the TSF24 collection

AO3 link to my entry but you can also read the full thing in this post

Tag list: @fizzyxcustard @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @knittastically @heilith @lathalea @way-too-addicted-to-fandoms @nowandthane

Part 1: The Coronation, Interrupted

Flower petals moved through the air like a gorgeous spring rain. Puddles of colours lay on the floor already. The people must have picked clean huge fields of flowers just for this very occasion, the newly ascended King thought to himself as he stared out over the sea of colours and smiles.  

They would do such a thing too, for him. For today was a joyous and important day in the Kingdom of Rohan. Their wayward and lost prince, Thengel, had returned to take over the crown since his father’s passing. There were, in other words, not just one thing to celebrate, but two.

The crown, heavier than it looked both with burden and physical weight, rested atop his long, golden hair whilst he smiled at unknown faces that saw not him, but his father; who clapped not for him, but for their own relief at no longer being without king; who were happy not for his return, but for their own leadership not disappearing with the life of their previous king.

The colours, the beautiful sight of the petals, was all loathsome to Thengel. He had had a nice life in Gondor. Why, oh why, did his father have to die so soon? He’d hoped to die in some battle before him. But here he was, forced to take the crown because his annoying brothers had skipped town the second they heard their father was on his deathbed.

No one wanted this bloody crown, heavy as it was in so many ways… No one but potentially the faces smiling back at him now. He knew no one. He trusted even fewer people.

Aside from… Morwen. His beautiful wife, stood next to him bearing an equally as heavy crown. Yet, she seemed to carry it with ease. Her beauty, her love, her kindness… They, Thengel thought to himself, were going to be what ruled Rohan. And Morwen, his dear beloved darling, would do it too, even if she would rather spend her time with their children: Theoden and Theodis.

Just as they were going to sit down and start the feast and be one step closer to ending this dreadful day, the large doors to the hall opened. A wind gushed through the place, forcing the petals to blow away from the feasts, some falling into the large beacons of fire to shrivel into ash…

A silence fell over the hall, every gaze turned toward the doors now wide open...

Dwarves.

Uninvited Dwarves. Six of them too!

Slowly, the leader, the one and only Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain, slayer of Smaug the Terrible, and defeater of Azog the Defiler, moved through the hall and up toward the thrones. He avoided all gazes sent his way, walking with intent, determined steps, and with a look on his face that was anything but kind, at least in the eyes of the humans.

“I thought Dwarves were meant to have longer beards-“ With a quick, reprimanding tug at her nephew’s shirt, Maerwyn silenced Theoden’s whispers which were far too loud to be called whispers in all honesty. She stood together with her niece and nephew to the side of the thrones, watching everything play out from the sidelines, yet with equal curiosity as Morwen and Thengel.

Maerwyn, sister to Thengel and born with the same beauty and blonde hair, had been in Gondor with her brother almost her entire life. She mourned her father quite little, having never known him. Thengel was more her father than anyone else.

Thorongil, their mutual, closest friend, stood to her side too, looking amused by Theoden’s words. As a friend and not Theoden’s family, the ranger didn’t have to reprimand the child. So he winked at Theoden, rendering Maerwyn reprimand useless, of course.

Theodis, at an age now that her mischievous brother embarrassed her as she wanted to be as graceful and grown up as her mother, glared at Theoden.  

Once the six Dwarves reached the front, they each took a bow, staying down on one knee.

“We come to pay our respects to the new King of Rohan,” Thorin spoke. He, crownless as he was (and rumor had it he never wore his crown either), had a face everyone knew. He did not have to introduce himself. And he apparently wasn’t going to either.

Maerwyn glanced to Thorongil. As the older (though he didn’t look it) and wiser out of the two, she wanted to see what his reaction was to Thorin’s own invite to the occasion. He looked suspicious, but mainly surprised. Indeed, the ranger was right to be surprised. The Dwarves, as good of an ally as they could be, weren’t known to so openly approach Men for any sort of diplomatic meeting. This… well, this was certainly a surprise.

As Thorin raised his head to speak, his gaze flickered over to Maerwyn for a split second and she felt her heart do a somersault. No one had told her that the great Thorin Oakenshield was so… handsome.

“We come bearing gifts to rekindle a friendship between their people.” The Dwarves stood, upon which two younger Dwarves and one much older rounded Thorin to bow in front of the king and queen, presenting three boxes each. “Myrr from the people of Esgaroth. An embroidered Rohirrim symbol on a tapestry from the merchants of Erebor. As well as a divine set of new bracers and a dagger from the Dwarven smithies of Erebor. You could wish for no finer equipment, I can assure you,” Thorin spoke.

Morwen smiled and graciously bowed to accept the gifts.

Thengel, however… “So you have come to rekindle something ancient, indeed.” It sounded for a second as if this was his way of dismissing the Dwarves and denying a rekindling of allyship. But then: “Welcome.” And with that, Thengel sat down, with Morwen in tow, and the people in Edoras Hall continued to cheer.

The feast was grand. Tables laced with meat, mead, cakes and everything one could have hoped for had been prepared by servants for days before this, and it all looked as perfect as they’d hoped it would turn out to be. Before long, the lutes from bards filled the Golden Hall’s entire air with joyous music. People sung, danced, drank and ate to their heart’s content. It was a merry occasion once more.

The Dwarves stayed in their corner. All apart for Thorin’s nephews, who had found their way into the crowd of Men to sing and dance alongside them with ease. They’d found Theoden and Theodis, and had danced with the little children for a while before Morwen had sent them to bed. Now they were merrymaking with the adults instead.

The older Dwarves seemed less inclined to mingle or mix with the strangers. And it showed in their way of glaring and mumbling to each other each time someone had the ‘audacity’ of glancing their way or coming a little too close to their corner.

Thengel, watching his people’s merrymaking from the sidelines with a cup of untouched mead in his hand, found it only making him distrust these Dwarves’ intentions more.

“You look troubled, my friend.” Thorongil had appeared by Thengel’s side. “As new King, you should not have those frown lines on your face just yet. Leave that for your first duties.” A joke. But Thengel was far from a joking mood.

“They want something…” he muttered quietly. His gloves squeaked as he closed one hand into a fist. “I just know it. It’s just like those nobles in Gondor, Thorongil. They want things from me because I have power.���

Thorongil didn’t react at first, simply listening to the grumbling of his old friend. “Did I want something from you?”

Thengel scoffed. “No, but you are different.”

“Perhaps they are different too?”

Thengel narrowed his eyes at them, especially Thorin Oakenshield. Maybe he didn’t don his crown, but a crown he had. A whole kingdom that looked up to him and marvelled at his power. What could he possibly want from Rohan? Nothing good… It couldn’t be anything good…

Part 2: The Feast

Moving through the crowd, Maerwyn approached the Dwarves standing in their corner of the room. Her hands cupped a chalice of red wine, but it was not the reason for her seamless movement through the crowd. They parted for her, bowing respectfully. She was now no longer the daughter of the King. She was the sister of the King. Yet, that was not the reason for people to part for her so quickly and respectfully. Her importance to the kingdom had not changed. But rather, she, herself, was put on a pedestal by all who saw her, it seemed.

This, Thorin noticed as he caught sight of the woman approaching them. Her green eyes flickered between the vessel in her hands, and him, letting Thorin know her intent. Curious, he’d watched her, long since forgetting about the conversation at hand between his fellow Dwarves. Dwalin and Ori seemed oblivious to it. Balin was not, watching Thorin and Maerwyn’s looks to each other with curious dismay.

“It’s not worth it, Thorin-“ Maerwyn had interrupted a conversation as she approached, blinking innocently at Dwalin with an unsaid apology, to which the Dwarf only glared.

There was a moment in which Dwalin wanted to push forward and place himself in front of Thorin protectively, but Thorin was quick to stop that with a single hand gesture. Instead, he stepped forward to greet Maerwyn with a bow.

Maerwyn couldn’t tell whether Thorin had done so to be kind to the sister of the King Thorin clearly wanted something from, or whether Thorin truly had meant his kind greeting.

Approaching guests was unlike her. She stayed in the background, sister to great men, daughter to Kings, doomed to be of a gender that was given little space or power in the Kingdoms of Men. Yet here she was, approaching guests of the King, her brother, without a care in the world. Confidence bloomed through her body, driven on only by the pure infatuation with this one Dwarf’s attractive face, curious whether the Dwarf’s heart might be as attractive too.

“My lady..?” Thorin asked politely.

“Maerwyn,” she replied. “King Thengel’s sister.” She curtsied politely before offering the cup she was cradling in her hands.

Thorin looked confused. She smiled. He smiled. “It is an offer of kinship and generosity to share wine from the same cup.”

“And who else has drunk from this?” Thorin asked curiously, though his voice held a little edge to it.

Maerwyn blushed. “Me.”  

Spurred on by this answer, it seemed, Thorin reached out and took a long sip, lips lingering on the cup as his eyes found hers… with intent. She watched with wide eyes, her blush gone but not because she was not feeling something. Rather, she was too surprised by the Dwarf’s obvious meaning to allow herself to feel anything-  

Then before she could say or do anything else, Thengel’s hand suddenly touched her shoulder.

She was silently goaded to leave, and so she did, her head lowered but a smile playing on her lips.

“You seem happy.” Thorongil said as he walked with her through the crowd.

Surprised he had approached her, Maerwyn nodded her head in agreement. “I’ve never met a man with such reputation.”

“Yes, reputation,” Thorongil said with a little glint to his eyes. “I am sure his reputation was what just motivated you to act.”

She blushed.

“Be careful, my lady,” Thorongil added quickly. “He is a man who has seen much, been through even more, and whose heart is darker than it seems.”

“I see darkness,” Maerwyn was quick to say, as if defending her own choices. Though, she knew, that one needn’t defend one’s choices to Thorongil. He was kinder than most: a man who had seen much and been through more. A man who, perhaps, could understand Thorin better than most. “But I don’t only see darkness. He can get out of it.”

“Few can.”

“Indeed.” Maerwyn put the cup down and gave Thorongil a pointed look. “Sometimes, with a little help, a person can do surprisingly much.”

Thorongil bowed his head. “Just be careful. You’ve only just met.”

Thengel watched Maerwyn and Thorongil walk away for a little bit before turning his gaze to Thorin. “Few dare come uninvited to a Coronation of an unallied King.”

“Yet here I am,” Thorin replied.

“Here you are…” Thengel said, pretending to ignore the three Dwarves behind Thorin tensing up, ready to step in and help. “Might we speak in private? Outside, perhaps, on the balcony?” Before Thorin could even respond, Thengel was already leading the way through the crowds. With a look back at Balin, Dwalin and Ori, Thorin offered a disgruntled look at Thengel’s behaviour, before following the new King.

The balcony was positioned to offer a view of the vast fields that made up Rohan. Hills upon hills of green grass that had sickened into a beige colour now that autumn was here.

Far, far away, the outlines of mountains surrounded them. Helm’s Deep, Thorin recalled from his studies, was somewhere there. Among many Rohirrim dark secrets one needed to pass to get to the lands of Gondor the quickest.

Thorin had to admit that the vast openness of the lands of Men made him uncomfortable. Sometimes, Thorin thought to himself, when he stepped out of Erebor, he thought the Sky would fall down on him, or that he himself would float up toward it. It was strange not to have anything above his head.

So whilst he could understand how this was a beautiful view, he didn’t quite share in admiring it the way Thengel was.

Though, something told Thorin that Thengel was merely biding his time so he could gather his thoughts and speak his mind without… offending Thorin too much. A bitterness surrounded Thengel. No man should be too overjoyed by a crown burdening their shoulders, or they would become bad kings, but this much bitterness revealed more anger than a king should have.

“You come here… uninvited,” Thengel began, repeating what he’d said earlier but with agitation in his voice. Thorin joined the man by the railing of the balcony, eyes only just managing to peak over at the view. He tried to stare at it to keep his mind at peace, to try and listen rather than see what Thengel was feeling. To anyone who might catch a glimpse of them, it didn’t look like there was any tension between the two. But oh… there was. “And you demand things of me.”

“Demand?” Thorin asked, astounded and surprised. “I merely wish for a fellowship between our people.”

“Fellowship… Wish…” Thengel grunted under his breath. “People always want things from me. It is never a courtesy call.”

“The burden of a king-“

“The burden of Thengel,” he was quick to interrupt and correct, glancing down to the Dwarf beside him. Thorin raised his chin, eyes curious, and also slightly annoyed at being cut off. “No man ever simply speaks to me. I was and will always be my father’s youngest son, destined to bring news to him of lords and ladies who did good deeds and who would like, very much, to be invited to his court. I escaped to Gondor to try and find peace. Yet it was only worse.”

Thorin understood his meaning. “And now you are back here.”

“And with only more people demanding things from me.”

“I demand nothing,” Thorin tried to reassure him. “I merely wish-“

“Wishing is the lordly way of demanding, is it not?” Thengel muttered. He turned to face Thorin, eyes crueller than they had need to be in this situation. But his trauma spoke for itself, taking control over Thengel in this moment. And quite honestly, out of everyone to understand that, Thorin would be highest on the list. His past did not come without its fair share of trauma. To remain King under the Mountain meant dealing with the Dragon Sickness that never quite faded, a constant vicarious battle between reality and his own demise. Yet, he couldn’t say anything to help Thengel.

Because Thorin’s belief was that there was no one who could help Thorin but Thorin himself. And therefore, there was no one who could help Thengel but Thengel.

“I will think on it.” Thengel interrupted what had turned into a really long silence where both Kings had stared into each other’s eyes. “But I guarantee nothing.”

Then, with a sigh, Thengel waved his hand and offered Thorin and his company a place to stay whilst they recuperated, and to enjoy the feasts and blah blah… The man was done with niceties. He was no fit for a king, but there also was no sight of any of his brothers. No one, it seemed, wanted the crown.

As Thengel left Thorin’s side, Thorin thought hard on Thengel’s words. A troubled man, indeed. But not without cause. If only Thorin had the communication skills to offer his sympathies, but he had a feeling nothing would come of it but two stubborn men butting heads. He wished, for a split second, that his dear friend Bilbo might be there by his side to do the talking for him. Alas, he was enjoying a peaceful life in the Shire, away from politics and kings.

Good.

The Hobbit deserved as much.

“He is troubled, he means no harm.” The voice surprised Thorin, who turned and watched that curious ranger who seemed to be in the shadows during this feast, yet stand beside Thengel on his throne, approach him instead on the balcony. Hands behind his back, rugged black clothes and cape hiding a toned body, Thorongil remained a mystery to Thorin.

“And who are you?” Thorin asked, his voice a little too pointed to call it a kind question.

“Thorongil is the name people seem to use.”

“Yet it is not your name?” Thorin asked with a furrow brow of annoyance. It was a normal question to ask. Why not answer it?

Thorongil stayed quiet, an amused look appearing on his face. He pretended to watch the view as well. Men really were fascinated by these green open hills, weren’t they? Thorin doubted they’d offer his halls the same admiration, as cruel as that sounded.

“How do you know Thengel?” Thorin asked instead.

“We met in Gondor. We fought together during battles at the borders of Mordor.” Thorin’s spine shivered at the mention of that foul place. “We became friends, I suppose. I never asked much of him.”

There was something in his words that made Thorin tilt his head.

“It seems to be the way to his heart,” Thorongil added. He glanced down at Thorin with a pointed look.

“You mean to tell me I should simply not ask anything of him? Have no purpose for being here? And what, leave without an allyship?”

“Your purpose would be to welcome a new king to your neighbouring realm.” Thorongil gave Thorin a pointed look. “Support will take you a long way, Thorin Oakenshield. I suggest, for now…” Thorongil turned to glance over his shoulder. When Thorin did, he’d only caught sight of Maerwyn’s dress flowing as she rushed away. “For now, you simply enjoy the company.” With a knowing look, Thorongil left Thorin alone.

Men were confusing. Worse than Elves, it seemed.

These were going to be some long days spent in their company.

Part 3: Early Mornings, Baking and Courting – All Somehow Wrapped in One

The festivities died down a long time ago. Yet, Thorin could only hear noise. Noise from his own mind.

He tossed and turned in his bed, far too big for a Dwarf to begin with. He felt like he was being swallowed by some deep dark hole that would drown him in screams and anguish and growls and pain and dragons and gold-

Thorin sat up with a sigh, rubbing the thoughts and the gold away from his eyeballs.

Sleep would not come to him that night.

With a cold sweat shining on his skin in the faint glow of candles, Thorin stood and put on some clothes that would render him anything but royal looking. Dark robes and a large hood to pull over his head. He meant to walk the halls until morning. To occupy his body and get rid of the restlessness that persisted in his bones whilst his mind surged with dark thoughts.

Fili, his blessed nephew who seemed to always have a third eye for his uncle’s moods, awoke in his drunken sleep. He and Kili had enjoyed last night’s festivities to the fullest.

Groggily, Fili turned and glanced at Thorin. “Uncle…?”

“Go back to sleep, Fili.” How Fili could sleep with Dwalin and Kili snoring as much as they were, Thorin had no idea. But the vast amount of mead Fili had had most likely offered some help.

“Are you alright?” Fili pushed.

“I am just fine. I simply want to go for a walk.”

He didn’t convince his nephew. That much was obvious. But Fili gave in and put his head back down onto his pillow. He fell back asleep instantly. Most likely, Fili wouldn’t even remember this conversation come morning.

Heading out, Thorin wandered the halls, as he had planned. His mind was still clouded, dark, and he truly had no idea where his feet brought him. He found halls that were riddled with cobwebs, unused. He found basements and servant quarters and large libraries. A crypt, too.

But he didn’t explore any of the areas. He simply… wandered.

Until suddenly, he collided with something soft. In his half asleep state of panic and anxiety, Thorin had not noticed someone roaming the shadows, much like him, dressed in dark clothes, much like him, and collided with the figure upon both taking the same turn.

“I apologise- My lady?”

Her hood had fallen back as she’d stumbled against someone. Shocked, Maerwyn stared down at Thorin. “Oh! My Lord!” Her cheeks blushed. Pale skin tinted with emotions she was not used to. “I humbly apologise…” She curtsied.

Thorin smiled. “Please, I should be the one apologising. I was not looking where I was going. I was a fool for not seeing your beauty a mile away.”

Shocked by his words, her beautiful green, almost yellow eyes flickered hither and tither for a moment as she tried to compose herself. “I… I thank you for your kind words, my lord. But I must ask… what are you doing out of bed at this ungodly hour?”

A chuckle arose from Thorin’s chest. Oh… that felt nice. It had been quite some time since someone earnestly made him chuckle. “I might ask the same of you.”

She blushed again.

He liked seeing that blush.

“I was on my way…” She interrupted herself. Her eyes betrayed her as it was obvious she suddenly got an idea. “Might I ask you to accompany me, my lord? If I may be so presumptuous, but I feel you might gain quite a lot from this…”

That was mysterious.

Thorin always thought that he had had quite enough of adventures for a lifetime. He’d dealt with dragons twice too many times in his life; he’d travelled Middle-earth in search of a home far too much… Though, he never quite tired of visiting the Shire.

But Thorin had little else to do that night, and wanted nothing more but to bask in this lady’s beauty for a little longer. So he nodded and gestured for her to lead the way to this mysterious thing that would help Thorin.

Edoras Hall was built atop a hill, with a view over not just the surrounding Rohirrim fields, but also a view of the town itself. It was perhaps in no way the same beauty as Gondor, with its vast history and great, white walls; but it was, to Thorin, the most beautiful sight in the world. At least right now. He was biased though, as the town presented itself to him as a backdrop to lady Maerwyn. Anything would be as beautiful as Erebor’s halls to him when lady Maerwyn was present.

Her golden hair braided to the side escaped her large, black hood which was cast over her head to prevent people seeing her leave. Why the secrecy, Thorin had no idea. But he found it elicited some sort of youthful rebellion inside of him that only further made lady Maerwyn enticing.

He was unaware that, already, his mind was distracted away from the worries of trying to create a friendship with the kingdom of Rohan, and the dark nightmares that plagued him.

Down the steps they hurried, into the sleeping town with shadows cast over their faces. The sun was beginning to wake, and although there were already a couple of people awake, Thorin felt himself escape himself. As if a freedom permeated his surroundings, hidden as he was. As if for once he wasn’t King Thorin, or Thorin Oakenshield, but someone Thorin had missed being a great deal; a younger, less known Thorin who could stand beside his father and grandfather and not be noticed too much – who could wander the merchant stalls in Erebor with his friends without anyone treating him differently.

And as they approached a little house in the middle of town, and lady Maerwyn removed her hood to glance back at Thorin, eyes making sure he had kept up with her fast pace, Thorin felt that although he was no one with a special title at the moment, hidden as he was, Maerwyn still found him special.

He’d never felt that way before. Accepted for who he was. Even Dwalin, his closest companion, could not see him without his titles. And although that was not a problem in and of itself, Thorin felt… warm. Nice. When seen as just him for a moment.

Taking off his hood as they entered the house, Thorin found himself, to his surprise, in a little bakery. The sweet scent of freshly baked goods and bread was already all around them. Bakers were amongst the first to wake in most towns. Here it was no different.

However, Thorin found that the owners looked a little more stressed than bakers usually did. Still, as they saw lady Maerwyn, they took the time to pause and smile in a greeting.

“Oh how I’m glad you’re here, my lady.”

My lady. So they knew who she was. Thorin was a little dismayed that his anonymity might go away- “And who is this with you?” Oh!

Maerwyn gestured toward Thorin, and to Thorin’s surprise, she answered for him: “This is a dear friend of mine. He wished to help.”

“I’ve never had a Dwarf in my shop,” the owner, flour all over their apron in her hair, said. “Sorry, that’s a strange remark to make. Please! I need all the help I can get.”

Maerwyn smiled and led Thorin toward the back of the shop. Washing her hands in a little basin, she got straight to work. This woman knew what she was doing. Baking bread was no difficulty for her. Thorin found this curious.

But he didn’t comment on it just yet. Instead, he was focused on his own work because…

He might be a skilled blacksmith. He might be a skilled warrior. And on the road, he was not a stranger to hunting with a bow and making some good meat stews. But… baking was not something he’d done much of. Bread was not something Dwarves never ate, of course, but… it just wasn’t something he’d baked himself before.

And so as he awkwardly tried to mimic what Maerwyn was doing, he found his dough lacked… Well, it lacked everything. It wasn’t really a dough. More of a piece of slime.

And much to his dismay, he caught Maerwyn glancing at his work and giggle.

“It’s alright. Here… just add some more flour.” Thorin watched her, finding his gaze locked on her instead of what she was saying and showing. Her teachings went over his head, blinded as he was by… well, everything about her.

So once she glanced at him with expecting eyes, clearly waiting for him to try once more but with the addition of all she’d just taught him, Thorin stumbled once more and created, again, a slime.

She chuckled. And blushed, clearly aware what had just transpired. “How about you just knead the dough? Your strength will do you good here.”

He did not miss her eyes subconsciously glancing at his arms, the muscles which hid beneath his tunic.

And oh was he suddenly extremely motivated to show her that, yes, he did have strength.

He kneaded the doughs so keenly and with such motivation that he most likely looked a fool. Yet, Maerwyn smiled at him and only encouraged and praised his work.

Before long, another person entered the shop: that ranger who was always lurking around Thengel. Thorin’s heart sunk a bit, not because Thorongil would ruin anything, but because Thorin had enjoyed having Maerwyn’s complete attention.

And why was he always around where Maerwyn was?

Jealousy.

Thorin was quick to realise that what he felt was jealousy. Truly, it was unbecoming of him. This lady next to her, arm sometimes brushing up against his, sending shivers down his spine, awakened sides of Thorin that had laid dormant for so long whilst he had done nothing but try and survive. For decades, his life was all about the Dwarves under his charge. His people’s redemption. His people’s survival. His own throne’s return. Now, suddenly, he cared about kneading dough and a lady’s arm brushing up against his.

It was… a welcoming change of pace.

And he did not want it to be disturbed.

“My lady,” Thorongil greeted. Maerwyn smiled and greeted him back… “Sire,” he greeted Thorin.

And then, to Thorin’s surprise, Thorongil took off his rings, washed his hands, and began helping the both of them too.

A comfortable silence fell over them all, and Maerwyn’s little smiles and blushes toward Thorin never stopped. Thorin found it curious, and his mind suddenly realised that he had no idea why he was making bread.

“My lady, my good sir, might I ask of you… why we are helping the local bakery?” Thorin asked as kindly as he could. He’d learned from his nephews that sometimes he was a little too… gruff. Grumpy was actually the word Kili had used, but he hadn’t liked that. Grumpy was what one called someone old. And Thorin surely wasn’t old yet?

Maerwyn giggled when Thorongil blinked in surprise. “You’ve not told him?”

“I fear I quite forgot,” Maerwyn chuckled. “My brother wished for all the people to have freshly baked bread come morning, as a token of his gratitude and as a celebration for their new king. But I’m afraid my brother has always lived the life of a nobleman, even in Gondor or out on the road, so he didn’t quite realise how much work this would be on the bakers. Thorongil and I decided we’d help out. But working with one’s hands can have quite a therapeutic effect, and when I saw the look in your eyes, my lord, I thought I’d bring you here too.” Maerwyn, a bit of flour on her cheek, glanced at Thorin with sheepish, almost worried eyes.

Had she gone too far?

Thorin smiled. No, she had not. Perhaps he might have reacted differently in another circumstance. Perhaps he’d even reacted differently had it been anyone but Maerwyn who had said these words to him. But Maerwyn with her beauty was a welcomed person to dig deeper into Thorin.

And as a matter of fact, Thorin was a little surprised that she’d seen through him so well. He’d not even realised himself that during these hours, Thorin had not once thought of Erebor or its riches. He felt lighter. Lighter than he’d done since he’d taken on the burden of being King despite the Dragon Sickness in his heart. It felt… nice.

She felt nice. Too nice, for him. He didn’t deserve that after all he’d done. Yet, here she was, put on his path to offer her empathy.

He didn’t want to let her go.

“I thank you, my lady,” Thorin replied.

The Dwarf King caught a look between Maerwyn and Thorongil. A conversation Thorin had not been privy to seemed to suddenly come to an end. Thorongil bowed his head in defeat at her, and Maerwyn looked a little prideful. Thorin adored that look on her face. It made her glow. She should be proud all the time, Thorin thought. Someone should make her feel like a queen. He would, if only to see that look again.

The bakers had bowed and thanked the three of them so much that it had taken them five minutes just to leave the bakery. Once outside, all three of them put their hoods back on and walked back to Edoras Halls in peaceful anonymity.

By now, the morning sun was shining down on the town, and people had awoken. The bakery’s freshly baked bread was a scent that prevailed in the entire town. And when Thorin glanced back before beginning to ascend up toward the halls, he noticed young boys and girls, given a pretty penny to help out, deliver loaves wrapped in cloth to the people.

It was a good day for the townspeople. And, truthfully, Thorin found a newfound respect for the king. Despite Thengel’s demons speaking for him, causing distrust toward Thorin, a kind and well-meaning person was revealed to him through this very ordeal. No king would have thought of spreading food to his people as their first order. Most kings would have thought of themselves.

Thorongil walked ahead, offering Thorin and Maerwyn some privacy. Whether this was intentional or not was not difficult to read. Thorongil had offered a knowing look to Maerwyn before suddenly picking up his own pace.

“I hope you feel better, my lord,” Maerwyn said, breaking the silence between her and Thorin. “You looked so forlorn when we bumped into each other earlier. I wanted nothing but to help you.”

“Few would feel that way,” Thorin admitted.

“Why? You deserve help.”

Thorin grew quiet.

“You speak not very highly of yourself.” The walk up those steps toward the hall made Maerwyn slightly out of breath, yet as she walked beside him, skirts in her hand to keep from tripping, she took deep enough breaths to speak to Thorin clearly. She wanted him to listen. To hear. “You saved your people. You gave them a new home. You defeated a dragon.”

“There are details no one speaks of,” Thorin intervened.

Both paused as they reached the top, turning to face each other. Thorongil disappeared inside ahead of them.

“What details?” she boldly asked.

“I am not myself.”

“We all have darkness.”

“You should not grow comfortable around me. I have days I am no person. There are days I have to lock myself in my room as greed and desire are all I feel. There is, and always will be, a curse on the wealth of that Mountain. And my family, my bloodline, is its prey.”

Maerwyn’s brow furrowed in worry. Not disgust. Not fear. But worry. Worry for him and his wellbeing. Thorin almost wanted to wave it off and tell her to stop being naïve, as he did with Dis, Fili and Kili.

But it wasn’t naivety, and Thorin could see that much.

She meant it.

“Then I will endeavour to find more ways to help you.”

More?

“This was for me?” Thorin asked, gesturing back in the direction of the bakery.

“The baking was for the people. But letting you help was for you, yes. There should be more things that could aid you. I will figure it out. I promise.”

“You have no reason to promise anything to me.”

“And yet I am promising,” she persisted, smiling. “The stubbornness of Dwarves is true, it seems. Yet, the stubbornness of women is equally as true.” She stepped closer, as if wanting to reach out, but her confidence failed her.

Thorin had wished she’d done what she’d wanted.

“You have some flour on your cheek.”

Because it would have meant her touch his cheek.

“So do you, my lady.”

And it would have meant he’d been able to touch her too.

Thorin and lady Maerwyn did not have many more moments where they could speak in private. So they made their own time to do so.

Somehow, without saying a single word about it, both had found a routine in going to that very corner where they’d bumped into each other each early morning, for a stroll around the halls and some peaceful conversation.

Sometimes, Maerwyn came with some new ideas to distract Thorin from the darkness inside him. She presented painting to him, though he really did not want to even try his hands on that. He was a blacksmith. Painting was too delicate for him.

She also presented writing to him. He did try his hands on that and so one fateful morning…

“I have tried my hand on writing something.”

Surprised that Thorin had done this, not because she did not believe in his artistic abilities, but because she was truthfully not sure he wanted to help himself, Maerwyn had paused in their walk to turn to him. “Have you?”

She wore a nightgown underneath a thick, large cardigan. And she looked as heavenly as always, to Thorin.

With a nod, he assured her that he had indeed done some writing, before presenting a note from the inside of his coat. “I would like you to read it and let me know what you think.”

“I am no writer,” she was quick to say, shying away from the note.

“You do not need to be to see what can be improved upon,” Thorin reassured her.

Slowly, she took the note from him and opened it to reveal his writing. “I adore your writing style,” she praised him immediately. Thorin smiled and watched her. Maerwyn had this peculiar way of finding the positives in everything. The beauty. The good. The kind. And then she would also voice it, whether in praise or to alert someone to what they were good at. It was quite a beautiful thing, and perhaps it looked like nothing out of the ordinary to most – why a little praise was just kindness, and many had kindness! But to Thorin… when paired with her beautiful lips speaking the praise… it was perfection.

Those very words were what Thorin had written in that note of his. Those very words were what lady Maerwyn were reading right now, her green eyes dancing over the words with a speed that spoke of a well-read mind…

And then she blushed and shifted on her feet, not out of uncomfortableness, much to Thorin’s relief, but… joy.

“Are… Do you mean these kind words?” she asked him quietly. “Do you really find me…” She trailed off, blushing.

“I find you beautiful, yes,” Thorin said quietly, but confidently.

She brought the note to her chest, pressing it close to her heart to show her appreciation. A smile graced her lips.

And then both simply continued their walk. But they walked closer to each other…

And their morning walks turned into their own private courting.

Part 4: The Battle of Love (and Alliance)

“Good morning.” With a curtsey and a smile, Maerwyn, dressed in a green dress that flowed in seamless gentle waves from her waist down to the stone floor, joined her family at the breakfast table. Guests were offered breakfast in their rooms, so these moments were the only ones they had between just themselves.

Theoden and Theodis sat whispering to each other about their day’s plans, clearly looking mischievous. Something told Maerwyn that they were going to spend the day following Fili and Kili again. The two younger Dwarves had turned into the children’s favourite guests quite quickly. And Maerwyn was pretty sure Theodis had a little crush on Kili, which was adorable.

As they caught Maerwyn’s curious gaze, both began to giggle maniacally until their mother told them off. Thengel sat in pure silence, not even having acknowledged his sister’s presence.

Queen Morwen kept sending worried glances to her husband, but kept her head held high and pretended in front of the servants that nothing was wrong.

But Maerwyn was not like the Queen. Silence and patience were not her virtues. So, she reached a hand over to Thengel’s arm, dressed in a silk shirt. “Brother, what is wrong?”

A servant shifted between them, forcing Maerwyn to lean back again, missing the agitated clench of Thengel’s jaw. As more tea was poured into Thengel’s cup, Maerwyn pleasantly busied herself with buttering a piece of bread. A smile graced her lips suddenly, remembering her Dwarf King now each time she saw bread.

“That,” Thengel said. The servant had left, and Maerwyn turned her gaze to her brother again to find him staring at her with a less than pleasant look in his eyes. He was almost scolding her. “That is my issue.”

“What?” Maerwyn asked, her smile gone. It seemed to calm Thengel down.

Thengel did not elaborate on his words, he only quietly seethed in his seat as he said: “I will not agree on a partnership with the Kingdom of Erebor.”

“What?” Maerwyn asked once more, this time astounded at what she was hearing. “But brother-“

“They are here for their own purposes. I am not blind to the reports of darkness up in the north. Things are stirring. Changing. And I know they are here for our support. I will not sacrifice my own men for the sake of Dwarves.”

Maerwyn stared at Thengel in shock. “What has their race got to do with this?”

“They can bury themselves deeper into the mountains if they wish.”

“That-“ Maerwyn took a deep breath. Her brother was a kind and honourable man. Truly. But he was so, so broken and so unsure of himself… She’d hoped Thorongil’s presence would lessen that, but Thorongil was not here right now. “I don’t understand, my lord. There are also Men in danger in the city-“

“And you know this how?”

“I have spoken to the Dwarves.”

“You have spoken to one Dwarf, you mean.”

Maerwyn grew quiet. “I don’t understand your point.”

“You are my sister. You should be on my side. This is a political game. Everything is. No one wants anything from us unless it has something to do with what they can gain from it. Don’t you see? He does not want you. He wants soldiers. Protection.” At this point, Thengel had leaned in closer to hiss the words straight into Maerwyn’s face. “He does not care for you, only for his own skin. He is using you, Maerwyn.”

Promptly, Maerwyn stood up. The chair scraped behind her loudly. Servants paused and stared at her. Theoden and his sister watched her in surprise. Morwen looked sympathetic, but she stayed silent. And that hurt Maerwyn.

“I will not have someone tell me what is and what is not true in my own relationships,” Maerwyn said as curtly as she could, her voice barely above a whisper as she desperately tried to keep her emotions at bay. She’d not noticed how her hands had fisted parts of her skirts in desperation. “Especially not my brother. And not my king. You have it all wrong. You are too blinded by your own self-centred view on life to see how your hurt is hurting others. Not everyone wants something from you. And not everyone will use me to get to you.”

She turned to walk away.

“You will not talk to him ever again!” Thengel ordered angrily, his own chair scraping behind him as he stood but Maerwyn didn’t turn to show she’d heard him.

Tears flooded down her cheeks as she walked with her head held high, as far away from her brother as she could...

Her hands still clutching the skirts, Maerwyn found Thorin waiting for her in their usual spot later that day. A walk before lunch, around the small but still lavish garden that existed on the top of that hill, overlooking the Rohirrim fields like most views.

Yet, as Thorin bowed his head to greet her with a smile gracing his lips, he found she did not return a smile. In fact, she did not even pause her stride. She stared straight at him, well aware that he was there, but seemed to have arrived with a purpose and a determination that was not going to stop her.

It was part of what Thorin admired about her but-

He was not prepared for what was to come.

She strode over to him with such confidence and sad purpose he found no words. Nor did he find words as she leaned down and kissed him straight on the lips. Her fingers, which had clutched so tightly to her skirts earlier, held onto the sides of his face with a desperation yet gentleness that he’d never thought he’d feel before. Her touch seemed to activate some desperation hidden deep within himself, and he kissed her with a passion he’d never have used for their first kiss otherwise. It was on the brink of inappropriate.

But just as soon as they’d kissed, it was all over again as she recoiled in surprise at her own actions and stared at him with wide eyes.

“My lady?” Thorin asked, genuinely a little worried what might have prompted this.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered out aghast, before turning and rushing off.

It felt wrong to run after her, something in the way she’d looked at him told him so. So Thorin stayed put, trying his best to think of some reason for why this had occurred even if his mind was more on the kiss itself than anything else.

It was not until later in the evening, when Thorin sought Maerwyn out in her own chambers after not seeing her at any event during the day, that Thorin found out what was going on.

He knocked on her door and was let in by a maid who excused herself instantly, most likely on orders by Maerwyn. Said lady was sat in her windowsill, forlornly staring out over the Rohirrim fields and mountains. Curiously, her chambers were in the direction of Erebor, north.

“I apologise for this improper action, my lady, but when you did not attend lunch nor dinner, I worried for your wellbeing,” Thorin said, staying a courteous half a room away from her.

She at first didn’t react, nor did she turn her head to acknowledge that he was there.

She truly looked… sad.

“My brother is not going to agree to an alliance between our kingdoms,” she uttered monotonously.

Thorin sighed. “I know. He told me so earlier.”

Maerwyn turned to glance at him now, surprised at first, then even more sad than she’d looked earlier. Clearly, she’d hoped something she’d done might have changed his mind. “I am sorry. I think I am to blame.”

Now it was Thorin’s turn to look surprised. He crossed the room to reach her, gingerly taking her hand in his. “And why would that be?”

“I let myself get carried away. Thengel believes everyone is out to get him. Now he extends this anxiousness toward me.” She moved her hand away from Thorin’s. “He believes you are using me. I am sorry.”

Thorin soured a bit and grabbed her hand once more. “Then that is his issue and burden to bear. My original reason for being here is no more. I am here now, for you.”

A little smile graced her lips, but she didn’t dare to fully smile just yet. “But what of the darkness you spoke of?”

“Whatever is brewing in the North in those foul lands will brew no matter if we have extra support or not.”

“You might need us-“

“We will find some other way to beat it.” Before Maerwyn could try and say something anxious again, Thorin shook his head, “We will find some other way.”

She gave in and glanced down at their hands, letting her fingers intertwine with his. Two different people, two completely different sets of fingers, yet it felt so natural and perfect to hold onto him.

“I still am sorry.”

“None of this is your fault,” Thorin reassured. “Yet, you look sad not just because of this. Why did this hit you so hard, amrâlimê?”

“I wanted to help you…”

“You did.” Thorin smiled.

“And I’ve been trying to help my brother. But he is… If I cannot help, there is no purpose to me-“

“Do not say that,” Thorin was quick to interject. “My love, your purpose in life cannot be others. I appreciate what you have done and continue to do. But if you do not value yourself as highly as you value those that you help, you are going to go down a dark path.” He was quiet a moment, watching Maerwyn take the words in. “Disregard the King’s need for help. What is it you need right now to feel good?”

She squeezed his hand, staring deep within his eyes.

Thorin did not have to hear her words to know what she needed for herself, and from him to help her. With a smile, Thorin nodded his head. “Then come with me back to Erebor.”

…

Two Days Later.

…

Thorin kneeled in front of King Thengel. His nephews did the same a step behind him, whilst Balin, Dwalin and Ori were standing with their heads bowed. A public declaration of gratitude for the visit was occurring, and as King Thengel spoke his pre-practised speech, Thorin only half listened.

The tension that was in the hall was not just from everyone being fully aware that Thengel was going to publicly declare his denial to help Erebor and the people of Dale.

There was also tension because Thorin and Maerwyn would declare their own decision…

Secretly, Maerwyn’s maids were smuggling her luggage out through a back door and down to the horses and ponies. It was not like Thengel would or could force Maerwyn to stay. She was but a sister, so to speak, to the king and there were no laws granting him that privilege over her. However, Thengel might grow angry and Maerwyn’s kind heart would feel conflicted leaving on such notice. She and Thorin had already discussed it. It would be better to have the opportunity to simply leave whilst he was yelling at them rather than be forced to walk back and grab her belongings, giving Thengel time to use sympathy to make Maerwyn stay with him.

It sounded awful. Neither Thorin or Maerwyn wanted to talk like that about Thengel, truthfully, but his hurt and his trauma was evident in his actions. And they would be stronger than his love for his sister.

As silence fell over the hall, Thengel’s speech done, Thorin and his nephews stood back up again. The two kings bowed their heads at each other.

Then… “As for the proposed friendship between our peoples…” Thengel cleared his throat. Beside him, Morwen encouraged her husband with a smile. On the other side, Thorongil was peacefully watching.

Perhaps those two peoples’ reactions should have prepared both Maerwyn and Thorin for what was to come. But they were so adamant that they had all the information that they fell blind to what was happening right before their eyes.  

“I publicly declare that the Kingdom of Rohan is now an ally of the Dwarves of Erebor and the Men of Esgaroth!”

A silence followed his words. Until he smiled and laughed at everyone’s shocked reactions, and people suddenly cheered and roared. Lords and ladies clapped their hands in ecstasy, because an allyship was always good.

And Thorin… Well, whilst his nephews elbowed him in the side with happy looks on their faces, Thorin still was not quite sure this was real.

Not until Thengel approached and offered his hand to Thorin.

Slowly, Thorin shook it, and the two kings nodded their heads at each other.

“What changed your mind?”

“People told me to weigh the consequences. I’d not only lose an ally, I’d also lose family.” He smirked. “You thought I wasn’t aware of your and Maerwyn’s plans? I am King of these halls. I hear everything.” He sighed, letting go of the handshake. “I am trying something new, King Thorin. I hope you can prove to me that this something new will not end up as bad as I think it will.”

Thorin bowed his head. That was a promise he could keep. “Thank you, my lord.”

Thorin glanced to the side where Maerwyn stood, stunned and with her hands over her mouth in shock still. But she looked happy. And so he smiled at her, along with Thengel who had turned to check what Thorin was looking at…

Hand in hand, Thorin and Maerwyn led the entourage of Dwarves down the steps from Edoras Hall. The towns people had gathered to clap and wave the guests and their new allies off. Most looked shocked at the sight of their lady Maerwyn going with the Dwarves. But it was a silent message to all that Thengel’s sister had found her home.

Before either of them took the reins of their horses from the two stable boys standing at the end of the steps, Maerywn and Thorin turned to each other and kissed in front of all. A gentle kiss to publicly declare the truth.

Behind them, Theodis was waving at Kili with a blush on her own cheeks. Kili played along and sent an air kiss her way.

With people cheering them on now, Maerwyn and Thorin turned to Edoras Hall standing proud on the hill, and waved one last time at King Thengel, Queen Morwen, their children and Thorongil.

Helping Maerwyn up on her horse, Thorin took the reins from the stable boy to his own pony, but paused to glance back to this Thorongil one last time, curiosity in his eyes.

But he found Thorongil was suddenly gone, nowhere to be seen. As if his goal had been accomplished and he’d left the scene to keep doing whatever a ranger did…

Shaking his head at that, for some reason thinking that this was not the last time Thorin would meet Thorongil, Thorin climbed up onto his pony. He reached out for Maerwyn’s hand and rode with her beside him down the town of Edoras. Maerwyn glanced back once to wave goodbye to her family. A big smile was on her lips.

“Will you miss them?” Thorin asked her.

“I don’t think so. I have all the family I need right here.” She leaned over to press a kiss to Thorin’s lips…

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[marylily-my-beloved]

(forgive me I have only watched the english dub on netflix, ik im part of the annoying people)

A glitter force au, for the marauder era girls (idk their name thingy, sorry.)

Like I can just imagine it, Pandora as Glitter Lucky/Emily 100%, they have the same vibes, and the same whimsical energy, and also while Glitter Lucky is rlly clumsy, she's smart and would proabbly die bc of a failed something she tried to do don't even lie.

Marlene as Glitter Sunny/Kelesy because they're both sporty, and they're both really energetic, and also orange is so her colour (fight me on this /j).

Glitter Peace would sooo be Mary, bc they give off those ~vibes~ and the fact that Mary didn't rlly wanna fight bc it might hurt her friends, and then decided not to?? Like so Glitter Peace. Also Mary is yellow. That is my ted talk yuh

Glitter Spring, is … hear me out y’all … I feel like she is such a Dorcas, cause she's so strong willed, and they both give off green? (in a good way ofc), i also feel like this bc the way April/Glitter Spring acts in the series it shows how powerful she is, and how like she would do a lot for her friends.

Last Glitter person is... Glitter Breeze!! Glitter Breeze is calm and collected and does a lot of stuff, and has a personality rlly rlly rlly close to Lily. The way she is when we see her in school kind of matches up with Lily a lot. I also feel like Lily would rlly like blue, and also lily would so be kind of a leader and helps people + also does everything herself (am i projecting? maybe...)

NOW ONTO THE VILLIANS YIPPIE !!! (am I too happy for this? yes. do i care? no)

Ok so that witch girl? BROOHA BROOHA, I LOVE HER OMG. She gives off Alice vibes?? (plz bear with me) My reasoning for this is that like Brooha (help it autocorrected brooha to Brookhaven? I’ve never wrote that…) isn’t really that evil (am I lying maybe…) and also she works rlly hard and also also, she’s rlly good at messing with ppl? And also I just rlly wanted to add Alice in + they both give me hardworking vibes Wolf guy Ulric feels like he could easily be (pls don't kill me yall) Narcissa, because he thinks a lot, and also (personally) is like the good middle between Brooha and Brute. I also feel like this bc Narcissa would go banger in his outfit ngl. And also not only the vibes, but the way he talks? If that makes sense? And also I know this is in no accurate sorry abt that

Brute is (and again hear me out guyssssss) Bellatrix even though Bellatrix is acc rlly smart, and this is because Brute is always jumping into action like Bellatrix, and also I rlly feel like the way he acts and how he really doesn’t give half a shit about the Glitter Force living or dying unlike the others is really how Bellatrix would be/how she is

thank you for coming to my super long ramble abt AUs

[suzyandthefox]

Trying to work out my sorrows into bad poems instead of trauma dumping

I wish I could've accompanied this with a drawing or something but I don't have access to my drawing tablet

Warning: Pretty sad,Mild mentions of blood, metaphors for a lot of heavy topics

A Mouse's lament.

I'm nothing but a little critter, a poor tiny creature

Everything around me is big, scary, loud, complicated, I cannot bear it anymore

Everyday I knew, and today more than before

I am meant to be taken away

I am to be held

I am to be consumed

Please, I'm trapped, I'm scared

Wouldn't you take me away?

You don't have to,I know, I'm sorry

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I'm sorry for being loud, I'm sorry for being annoying, I'm sorry for speaking, I'm sorry for breathing.

I'm sorry that I am here

I'm in a trap, pests are the ones who are put in a trap

But at least,at least, hold me

Carry me, hold me in your hands

Could you, perhaps,hold me somewhere safer?

Somewhere deeper, somewhere warmer?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

I know it's not normal,I was never normal

If I were to cry myself to sleep every night, then by god, at least let it somewhere where I'm heard

I will do anything, even If i can't do much

Just please,I beg you,make me yours.

I yearn for comfort,I know I would be a perfect fit

I feel like I was made to be there after all

I will be good,I will be obedient

Please,I don't even ask to be kept alive!

Anywhere else is better than here

Asking for my own life is greedy,I don't want to be greedy

I don't deserve it

I'm only a pest after all

But if you would be so kind

As to forgive me

Forgive me selfishness, forgive my flaws, forgive me for the mistake that I am

Then would you let me pass the gates of ivory?

Would you let me speak my words to your flesh?

And would you hold me, hear me,and speak gentle words to me?

They cut into me, they tell me red suits you

The red of my blood is the only colour they wish to see from me

The sound of silence is the only sound that is to be uttered to me

So please,I beg you, take me deep within you, let your tongue guide me and let your stomach house me

Let your organs speak their consolations to me

Let me hide in your folds,the darkness within you is the only light I want

Be my home,if only for a while, if only for a while.

I'm sorry if I taste of salt, I'm sorry if I taste of metal

Bear with me, Please

Thank you, Thank you,Thank you

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

22nd September >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Twenty Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time (B)

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: B(II))

First Reading Wisdom 2:12,17-20 The wicked prepare to ambush the just man.

The godless say to themselves:

‘Let us lie in wait for the virtuous man, since he annoys us and opposes our way of life, reproaches us for our breaches of the law and accuses us of playing false to our upbringing.

‘Let us see if what he says is true, let us observe what kind of end he himself will have. If the virtuous man is God’s son, God will take his part and rescue him from the clutches of his enemies. Let us test him with cruelty and with torture, and thus explore this gentleness of his and put his endurance to the proof. Let us condemn him to a shameful death since he will be looked after – we have his word for it.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 53(54):3-6,8

R/ The Lord upholds my life.

O God, save me by your name; by your power, uphold my cause. O God, hear my prayer; listen to the words of my mouth.

R/ The Lord upholds my life.

For proud men have risen against me, ruthless men seek my life. They have no regard for God.

R/ The Lord upholds my life.

But I have God for my help. The Lord upholds my life. I will sacrifice to you with willing heart and praise your name for it is good.

R/ The Lord upholds my life.

Second Reading James 3:16-4:3 The wisdom that comes from above makes for peace.

Wherever you find jealousy and ambition, you find disharmony, and wicked things of every kind being done; whereas the wisdom that comes down from above is essentially something pure; it also makes for peace, and is kindly and considerate; it is full of compassion and shows itself by doing good; nor is there any trace of partiality or hypocrisy in it. Peacemakers, when they work for peace, sow the seeds which will bear fruit in holiness. Where do these wars and battles between yourselves first start? Isn’t it precisely in the desires fighting inside your own selves? You want something and you haven’t got it; so you are prepared to kill. You have an ambition that you cannot satisfy; so you fight to get your way by force. Why you don’t have what you want is because you don’t pray for it; when you do pray and don’t get it, it is because you have not prayed properly, you have prayed for something to indulge your own desires.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Gospel Acclamation John 8:12

Alleluia, alleluia! I am the light of the world, says the Lord; anyone who follows me will have the light of life. Alleluia!

Or: cf. 2 Thessalonians 2:14

Alleluia, alleluia! Through the Good News God called us to share the glory of our Lord Jesus Christ. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 9:30-37 Anyone who welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me.

Jesus and his disciples made their way through Galilee; and he did not want anyone to know, because he was instructing his disciples; he was telling them, ‘The Son of Man will be delivered into the hands of men; they will put him to death; and three days after he has been put to death he will rise again.’ But they did not understand what he said and were afraid to ask him. They came to Capernaum, and when he was in the house he asked them, ‘What were you arguing about on the road?’ They said nothing because they had been arguing which of them was the greatest. So he sat down, called the Twelve to him and said, ‘If anyone wants to be first, he must make himself last of all and servant of all.’ He then took a little child, set him in front of them, put his arms round him, and said to them, ‘Anyone who welcomes one of these little children in my name, welcomes me; and anyone who welcomes me welcomes not me but the one who sent me.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[superchaipa]

Time for me to do something I wanted to do for a long time now.

Analyse the angel mobs expression and design. (Yes, I'm boring. I know.) First, their research file. It says the following:

"Angel Transients summoned from another world. They uphold law and order and have a strong preference to maintain community. However, they have more humane emotions and thought than people may think. Some may find a bond with you and offer their help. Others may be attracted to you, and choose to be by your side."

From it, we know they are agents of the law. And in that way, they must look severe. Let's see if their design reflects that.

Fire Angel!

Looks very severe, angry even. If you told me this dude was an agent of the law, without me knowing anything about them, I would believe you. On top of that, he is black. Bonus point for him. I like that he has a little beard as well.

The colour of the symbol on his clothes and his halos are supposed to be red. But they appear as a mix of red and gold. It's a nice touch that the other angels don't have.

Very solid representment of the angel. 8/10

Water Angel!

The reason why it took me so long to do this. He simply refused to appear in the gacha until today.

His looks are much softer than the other angels. His expression also reflects this softness. He looks more like an annoyed older brother than an agent of the law. He'd probably melt if you praised him. Despite his soft looks, he would still be someone you'd turn to for help.

7/10

Wood Angel!

First, another black man! Yay! He has a nice severe expression, without looking angry. He knows his job, and he knows how to do it, thank you very much.

He gives off this air of trust in his abilities. You tell me I can rely on this man for my problems? I'd believe you. His hair isn't dreadlocks. His hair is thick. Also, nice beard as well.

He is a solid 8/10

Aether Angel!

First, blond for the light element. Basic. But let's be honest, we would all be mad if he weren't blond.

Severe expression, reinforced by the form of his chin and his rather square-shaped face. He could break bricks with that chin. He probably looks terrifying only if you don't know him. Huge teddy bear vibes from this man. No beard, though.

A good 7/10

Nether Angel!

Everyone's favourite! Even his eyes are purple. A good look of determination on his face. Will do his duty as best of his ability. A sense of maturity as well. Deserves more recognition. Appears both severe and approachable. Very good expression for his job.

A nice beard and moustache. 9/10

Infernal Angel!

Tired middle-aged man. You'll trust him because he looks like he's been doing it for a long time. Will reassure you if you're scared. The flames of the infernal element on his wings is a nice touch. The beard is nice.

A nice daddy man who needs a rest. 7/10

Valiant Angel!

Has the same problem as Water Angel, but taken to the next level. This is a shōnen main protagonist. He will save the day. He will use the power of friendship. Wears glasses. Doesn't know what he is doing. Looks too young. Weird hairstyle.

Saved by his glasses alone. 6/10

World Angel!

His expression, despite looking a bit severe, also makes him look a bit confused. He has a scar the shape of a cross on his forehead. Is here because he was told to be here. Trying his best. Will help you because he is a kind and helpful young man. Don't be scared of him, he'll cry.

Has a magnum dingle dongle. Doesn't understand why he keeps getting looks in the streets.

A good boy. 9/10

[jaskierx]

This is probably gonna be quite incoherent so bear with me lol. I see that your askbox has become a place to rant (and this one isn’t even gonna be about izzy!! But I need to get my thoughts out somewhere!! Sorry in advance!!)

Anyway it’s been a relief to see other people in the fandom whose least favourite episode this season was ep 6. I always felt almost?? Mean for not liking it as much as everyone else seems to?? (and it’s not even that I dislike it!! It’s just my least favourite!) cause I feel like there was just too much going on for a single episode, everything went by too fast.

Anyway this isn’t about that it’s about ep 7 which most people seem to dislike. And I understand where people are coming from when they say that, I didn’t like it very much the first time I saw it! but after rewatching it yesterday for the first time since it aired I actually gained a lot of appreciation for it! I love the start and getting to see Stede and Ed be all domestic together!! (I’m a sucker for that shit) And I actually really love their fight too, just cause it shows us how much Stede understands Ed! He immediately notices that Ed is panicking and he responds so patiently even after being told that Ed thinks their night together was a mistake. Yes they said some hurtful things to each other but somehow I think that’s the least important part of that scene, at least to me. And it annoyed me when people kept painting Stede as the one in the wrong in their fight!! (Imo neither of them were in the wrong but that’s just personal opinion)

Where was I going with this? Basically I feel kinda alone in not liking ep 6 as much as everyone else and I think ep 7 is kinda under appreciated. Ahdgags I hope that made sense I’m terrible at expressing my thoughts towards media.

Screaming in your askbox cause I don’t wanna get too involved in the fandom myself cause it scares me lol. Thanks for posting good takes tho as always :) it helps me feel a little more sane

no i agree, ep6 is definitely one of my least favourite episodes (covered this a bit in my last ask). i didn't HATE it but it seems to do really well in polls about 'which ep is your favourite' and i just. do not vibe with it in the way that a lot of people do

and i agree that ep7 is underrated and i think that's bc it's objectively not a very feelgood episode and even though djenks had confirmed they'd end up together at the end, when it aired i saw loads of people worrying that they wouldn't get a happy ending at the end of s2, which i think has coloured people's perceptions of it

it's not a bad episode. it's a great episode tbh! we get their breakfast in bed (with twine for flourish) and 'hehe we didn't pay' and stede's newfound fame and his earring and zheng being really cool and frenchie and the gang getting their grift on and everybody's new favourite dearly departed side character steak knife (fly high with the angels king)

the argument itself is also really well written and feels so real (which definitely contributes to why so many people felt some kind of way about it) and manages to cover a bunch of irl relationship issues while still feeling right in the context of them being ye olde pirates - it's a beautiful realistic depiction of poor communication between people who love each other but not themselves and it gave me brainworms so i wrote a meta about it

but yeah overall the Main Event in ep7 is stede and ed arguing and ed leaving, so i get why a lot of people dislike it (or at least like it less than the other episodes) given that from ep3 onwards every episode has a big positive edstede moment (mermaid scene in ep3, 'i love everything about you' in ep4, 'you wear fine things well' and their kiss in ep5, being protective of each other and having sex for the first time in ep6, and obvs two beach kisses and 'i love you. i love you' and moving into their inn in ep8) (i nearly cried writing that out if you were wondering whether or not i'm normal about them)

[9thbutterfly]

Tiny book reviews

Once again it has been a few months since I did this. And I've continued to read even as work got busy, which feels like a big accomplishment!

I feel like my brain has recovered a bit from the exhaustion of the last few (more than a few?) years, but let's see if I actually remember things about the books I read two months ago.

She Who Became the Sun, by Shelley Parker Chan

It was... okay? It's nice to get out of Fantasy-Europe, but it also didn't really pull me in. I guess it feels kind of lonely, if that makes sense? I like books where I can feel a web of characters liking and caring about each other, and this wasn't that.

Drachenglanz (Empire of Ivory), by Naomi Novik

One of those middle-of-the-series books that I pick up at the book bazaar to see if I like the style and the rest of the series is worth reading, and in this case, yes it is. Even though I had very little idea what was going on or who the characters were, it felt engaging enough that I want to read the rest.

Grass for his Pillow, by Lian Hearn

I remember little about this, except that it was a quick easy read and left me annoyed that I had not yet ordered the next book.

The Burning God, R.F. Kuang

I wanted to like this trilogy, and was interested enough in the plot to finish it, but it was too grim and bleak for me, and while the first part still had the saving grace of characters who cared about each other, that fell away as they ended up dying or betraying each other, so I was pretty much just trying to get through to the end as quickly as possible.

Temeraire, by Naomi Novik

Starting to read this in the proper order now. I have very vague memories of reading this before, when my best friend lent it to me years ago, but really nothing past "dragon egg gets found on enemy ship", so I got to read and enjoy the rest as if I had never read it before.

An Artificial Night, by Seanan McGuire

I guess I have been well and truly drawn into this series. Going back to the Bay Area, even in fictional form, is always hard, because there is always a gaping hole where my friend Cindy no longer lives (I started reading Seanan's books mostly because Cindy knew her personally). This one was harder to read than the previous two in the series for a different reason, though - abducted children are much harder to bear since becoming a parent. Anyway, itching to buy the next one, but I need to somewhat reduce my TBR pile first.

Angela's Ashes, by Frank McCourt

I have no idea how this ended up in my TBR pile (got it from a neighbour, maybe?) and I wasn't even going to read it, because it is so not my thing, either in subject matter or style, but somehow it still drew me in. Glad to be done with it, though, because alcoholic parents just. Piss. Me. Off. Look, I know it's an addiction and they can't help it, but also get your shit together and stop making your children suffer, for fuck's sake. #yeah thanks Papa

Die Herrin der Farben [The Mistress of the Colours], by Peter Dempf

Another one that I think I got from our neighbour. Historical novels can be nice, but this one annoyed me right out the gate with stereotypical "women were treated like trash and corsets mean they couldn't breathe" stuff. Sure some of the "treated like trash" might be true, but to have that be all you have to say about the lives of women is just not enough for me any more. And I couldn't care about the plot, either.

Into the Narrowdark, by Tad Williams

A reread, and I immediately wanted to start into another one.

Tad, oh Tad. What do I say to describe his books? Do I love his books because the characters always care about each other, or is characters caring about each other so important to me because his books helped shape who I am? But either way, this book, like all of the Osten Ard books, is full of characters I love so much, from my decades-old friends like Simon, Miriamele or Tiamak, to my new "babies" like Jesa and Nezeru, and also full of mysteries that I desperately want the answers to. What is going on in Tanakiru? Why is Yeja'aro behaving like he does? And what the HELL is the Red Thing?!

Anyway, if you don't know what I'm talking about, go get yourself The Dragonbone Chair, and then the rest of the series. This is an order.

Voll im Bilde (Moving Pictures), by Terry Pratchett

I bravely keep trying to read Terry Pratchett, whenever I find one of his books at the bazaar, because I know everyone loves him, and I want to know what people are talking about, what all the clever quotes on tumblr are from and such, but it always feels like trying yet another dish from a country whose cooking style you just don't enjoy. (Not that I have encountered such a situation. Maybe I should say, like taking a sip of yet another alcoholic drink, knowing I just do not enjoy the taste of alcohol.) I guess I got even less out of this one than others because I'm not a film person, either. And I still don't understand the point of some kind of dark force making people make movies? But I also don't want to try harder to understand.

After all, have decided I need to reread all the Osten Ard books yet again, and to wonder some more about the Red Thing.

[thegunlady]

Thank u for the opening to talk about my Various Inner Machinations of Late, @dollsome-does-tumblr!

favourite colour: black and electric green!

last song: Dance (Acoustic) by Tim Halperin has been on loop for days.

last movie: A hundredth rewatch of an inexplicable favorite of my teen years, The Illusionist.

currently watching: Oh! Just last night I started short-lived ABC show The Catch from 2016, about a private investigator who discovers her fiance is a con man, and sets off on a quest for revenge, but also they love each other! It's kind of like if Good Behavior was PG-13 and also like, very normal and nice. It's on Hulu and I am enjoying it!

other stuff i watched this year: Well I am literally always watching my perennial background show Brooklyn Nine Nine, I also watched Ghosts CBS (delightful), The Bear (fraught! but compelling), among many others - and I've been really into crafting/cosplay youtube lately. Especially Rachel Maksy, Adam Savage, and Wicked Makers.

shows i dropped this year/didn’t finish: Okay I have to be honest I abandon like half the shows I start - I just get bored and distracted, I'm sorry!

shows I would like to watch: Succession, Yellowjackets, Only Murders in the Building, the rest of Nancy Drew, and so much more! It's endless, really!

currently reading: Between books at the moment! I think next on my list is to finish This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, which I started to read awhile ago, but then my Libby loan expired!

currently listening to: Sci-fi podcast Midnight Burger, about a classic roadside diner that travels in time and space, and its eccentric employees and customers. I really love it so far!

currently working on: I actually just started a new job, and am in the process of getting up to speed and all that. I'm pretty overwhelmed and nervous tbh, but also excited.

current obsession: Stardew Valley (although I just finished the community center and it did NOT give me enough points to get the statue of perfection from Grandpa's ghost so now I'm kind of annoyed! also I am enjoying how much that sentence is nonsense to someone who has never played).

I tag anyone and everyone who wants to do this! Please tag me in so I can see what you've been Up To! 💚

[distortedataraxia]

Hi! Uhhm I was wondering if I could ask for a BSD matchup?? I've never done any requests or stuff like this before but I've seen some other people do this and wanted to try so uhh yeah ofc it's alright with you don't wanna do this!!

So I'm 164cm tall and have a pear body shape, I'm also a little chubby. I have short hair and my natural hair colour is a light brown but I dyed my hair to a very dark brown/black...does that make sense???

I'm INFP and a Cancer and my Ennegram type is 4w5 but my friends say 4w3 fits also really well

I'm short sighted and can see ok without my glasses I were them most of the time but sometimes I forget them or give them to my friend since she needs glasses too but doesn't have her own

I'm Bisexual and use She/They pronouns...I'm also really affectionate my love language is a mix between Physical touch, Receiving Gifts and Words of Affirmation...I guess it mostly depends on the person my friend for example doesn't like Physical touch much which I respect!! So I always give her a lot of small gifts and tell her how happy I'am to have her!! For people who like affection more lots of hugs...for me personally it's important that those I care about know how much they mean to me even if they don't give me the same love and attention back :)

I actually prefer to be alone but don't mind people I'm a little quiet when you first get to know me and don't talk much about myself, I don't like talking about myself in general because I don't want to annoy or bother anyone. I have slight trust issues but at the same time open up really quick and get attached to people really easy which kinda annoys me T^T

Idk if this is enough or too much but this is what I always saw others do so yeah qwq"" again if you don't want to do this you don't have to!!

Author notr : Hello ! Firstly i'd like to deeply apologize for the time taken :') and secondly i hope you'll enjoy this, and that this is good enough, despites the fact i'm sick, thank you for requesting and take care! ★

Now into the matchup ★

I pair you with...

Dazai!

Dazai

You said your love language is a mix of physical touch, receiving gifts and words of affirmations but that it mostly depends on the person you're with.

With Dazai, you'll see all of the aboves, but mostly physical touch.

So much that you may discover the concept of "hug burn-out"

It is important for you to show the person you care about that you love them - sadly with Dazai, you might feel like a thin wall seperates you from him in a way, all the things you don't know and all of his suicide attempts, but , you swear that by each day that passes, you can see a decrease in the number of his attempts, slowly

And that's why you're not going to give up on letting him know that you love him, even if he might have figured out already, without turning into an akutagawa kinnie of course, or are you?

i'm so sorry

Random compliments , hugs and gifts, he'll keep announcing that he doesn't deserve such a kind and beautiful person as you, so much that he wouldn't bear the thought of double-suicide with you because that would mean that he would cause your death.

Dazai will feel distant for a lot of time, but eventually, you'll see him soften to you

Mission let dazai know he's cared for and loved , i'll let it up to you to imagine that, i can imagine you having that mission on your list with Atsushi, you both could make "evil" plans together to surprise Dazai

You're an introvert, your MBTI let us know that atleast - Thanks to luck, Dazai, even while being the mess of a person he is, will let you have your alone time

And will spend that time missing you, by annoying kunikida or getting you a weird gift in his own ways.

Also, he steals ur glasses , be ready

You've got slight trust issues, and trusting Dazai may be a bit scary, knowing he had a past in the port mafia, and that it is hard to ever know anything about him, yet, you can't help but trust him and his silly smiles.

You're quiet when you don't know Dazai at first, which isn't much of a problem, Dazai will do most of the talking, and soon enough, you'll talk too.

Dazai doesn't talk much about himself, and you don't talk much about yourself too, Dazai will take notice of that and will let you indirectly know that he'd like to know more about you because he's interested, he'll figure most of it out though, but he'll still let you know you can never bother him or annoy him with your stories.

How did you two meet though?

Well, one day you woke up and chose the outside world, went ouside,ended up crossing the path of a port mafia member, crazy story i'm telling you, he was suicidal, abilities manifested and you ended up having no choice but join the port mafia, to cope with your despair you'd go to lupin bar and ended up hanging out with dazai ango and oda, You first feared Dazai and life was feeling heavy because working in the port mafia was hard, but then it became a bit more bearable. And of course the day oda died you both escaped the port mafia bride-style and ended up joining the armed detective agency-

I'm so sorry this is my tired's brain results

Anyways, you both will always be there for each other, and that's what matters most

You also started dating one day after a confession, where oda's grave lied, and mostly thirdwheeled

I'm so sorry-

[magicshopaholic]

Hi I really love your oc's and i want to ask if you don't mind to put a face claim to see how they look like in your opinion and their body type love you 💗 and thank you for your hard work.

Thank you! This is such a nice message and I’m glad you find the OCs so interesting. I don’t have exact face claims for them; I do have a certain face for each of them in my mind though. I’ll give it a shot anyway 🤓

Bear in mind, these face claims aren’t exactly how I see the OCs, particularly because the the FCs are all celebrities, but they capture most closely the vibe and general feel I get from them.

Kaya - Naomi Scott. I don’t think they share the exact same features but i think she has, in Namjoon’s words, Disney princess eyes. She has the exact combination of vulnerable doe eyes that I think would activate the protective instinct in him (as we’ve seen in fics already) but also gives off a very independent, girl power kind of vibe that I think fits Kaya really well.

In terms of body type, she’d be around 5’6” and have her fair share of curves that she wouldn’t mind showing off sometimes. She’d pretty much walk everywhere in Amsterdam so would be getting her quota of cardio. Her hair would be black and overall straight, usually a few inches below her shoulders, but she would start letting it grow it a bit once she sees how much Namjoon likes it.

Nari - Nana (Im Jinah). Obviously while Nana is known for being one of the most beautiful visuals ever, I think her closest similarity to Nari is the very casual kind of beauty I think she has. I think Nari would be the kind of person where when you first look at her, you probably wouldn’t do a double take, but when you take a good look at her features, they’re actually very soft and pleasing overall.

Nari would be tall, around 5’9”, which would automatically make her look slender. She’d have heavier hips and thighs though, something she’d be a bit annoyed about sometimes. Her hair would be relatively straight and maintained at a manageable length, something she can easily tie up and not think about.

Miso - Park Sodam. Again, I don’t think her features are exactly like Miso’s but I think she has a great poker face that would suit Miso immensely. There’s a sort of aloof quality to her smile where you don’t know what she’s thinking that I think is very similar to Miso.

She would be of average height, around 5’5”, and very slender. She wouldn’t have very prominent breasts at all, but this wouldn’t bother her; she’d ditch bras fairly often because of this. She would tend to wear a lot of black which would only accentuate her thinness, much to her mother’s displeasure. Her hair would be short and straight just an inch or two below her shoulders, with a fringe.

Chaeyoung - Danielle Marsh. Once again, I don’t think Chae’s features are much like Danielle at all, but I think her vibe is exactly the same - very youthful and playful. Even before I knew the names of the members of NewJeans, I remember noticing her and immediately thinking of Chaeyoung.

Chae would be relatively shorter, around 5’3”. She would wear clothes to try and seem taller though, including shorter skirts and heeled boots. She would attend yoga classes regularly. She does have natural curves as well and would be prone to weight gain easily; given her industry and her impressionable age, she might also tend to go down the unhealthy route of regulating her food too much. Her hair would be long and flowing, and she’d regularly experiment with bangs, layers and colour.

Sooah - Nam Jihyun. This is largely due to Jihyun’s smile; it’s one of those 1000 watt smiles, wide and blinding when you see it. That’s really the only similarity they share in terms of features. Jihyun also gives me a very free and fun vibe, something I think is a defining characteristic of Sooah.

Sooah would be around 5’5” and definitely a curvy girl. She’d have nice and shapely breasts, curvy hips and full cheeks with a soft dimple. It would annoy her once in a while because she wouldn’t be able to wear certain tops but she’d overall be quite happy with her curves. She would do yoga too (I think she and Chae would go to the same class) so she’d have decent stamina and strength, but would have flesh that she wouldn’t go out of her way to hide.

Dilara - somewhere between Sofia Black D’elia and Ananya Panday. Despite she being the first OC to ever come to life in my mind, she’s the hardest to describe physically. Her facial features would be slightly sharper and angular and she, too, would have a slight dimple in her left cheek.

She’d be 5’1” and a natural C-cup; but as an athlete, she would definitely be extremely fit and work hard to stay lean and light, especially since she’s in F1. Her diet and workout would be defined to the T and would take great care of her health (despite certain vices). Her hair would stay purposely long and is naturally curly (she’d blowdry it almost always).

Lia - somewhere between Han Sohee and Park Minyoung. Unlike Nari, she would absolutely be one of those people where you see them and do a double take. She’d be quite conventionally beautiful, with high cheekbones, full lips and a clean, white smile.

Lia would be about 5’7” and would work hard to keep her body toned and muscled, frequenting the gym and playing basketball. Naturally though, she would also tend to gain weight easily and would continue to keep some flesh around her stomach and hips. Her hair would usually be long and she’d typically have an elaborate hair care routine, wanting it to be shiny and presentable at a moment’s notice.

Thanks for the question, anon!

Read more about the OCs here

[somewhere-on-kamino]

Bad Batch Ask Game, take your pick from 3, 29, 40, or 43!

(You can do multiple/all if you feel like it too lol.)

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thank you so much for sending in numbers for the ask game!! I'm so excited! 😆 I'll do them all hehe

What’s your favorite episode? Why? This is a hard one.. Probably the season 3 finale but I also loved The Outpost (Cross&Mayday) for obvious reasons. I also really like S1 E7 Battle Scars when they're on Bracca with Rex on that epic old venator, removing their chips. I love the visuals of that episode and the angsty part and also Wrecker losing it and then apologizing to Omega.

What animal do you associate with each Batcher? hmm good question... just random thoughts: Hunter: somekind of sheep dog like a german shepherd maybe? Wrecker: bear or bison Cross: a pissed off cat Tech: owl or fox (the typical intelligent animals) Echo: I honestly have no idea... maybe another dog? a social animal Omega: don't ask me why but a fennec fox haha maybe the fur/hair colour? Favourite scene(s)? The epic one on that bridge in the finale and every time Omega hugs one of her brothers ❤️ Tell me about your Bad Batch clone cadet headcanons!

They always get into trouble

they're loud and annoying, Nala Se and Shaak Ti have to intervene a lot aka Hunter and Cross are always fighting

Wrecker causes lots of trouble like he throws food around, wrecks things (duh) also because he can't really handle and comprehend his strength yet

Tech sits at the learning center all day, studying whatever he can, reading lots of stuff and he spends lots of time with Nala Se too, trying to help her in the lab, soaking up all kinds of information like a sponge. He also has his own small robotics and labkit in their quarters

Cross has a slingshot and is that annoying kid that always shoots little paper balls or balls at you in general. Like you turn around and a football hits you straight in the face. Thanks for that Cross.

Hunter is probably running after commanders and Alpha-17, wanting to be a one as well one day and looks up at them with big starry eyes, wanting to hear all the epic stories

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

my last request was girly/material girl!reader AND I REALLY LOVE IT! SO FETCH! so i have an opposite idea this time..

this time maybe an emo!reader. unlike before, reader is a rich kid with two baddies on her side meanwhile this time reader is a mysterious emo girl and shes alone (reader is like “i dont need friends they disappoints me”💀💀) to make reader seems more emo maybe u could add a nose & ear piercing,reader being good at electric guitar,rings,black nail polish ofc,last but not least EYELINER. maybe avril lavigne kind of emo?

thank u!

i dig this!! i made reader more alt then emo lol hopes thats still ok<3 i have been singing "girlfriend" and " sk8ter boi" by avril since the DAWN OF TIME :)

ULTRAVIOLENCE -P. B PARKER

Pairing: (Eventual) Boyfriend! Peter x Alt! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Friends are overrated, so when the boy in the apartment across from you, Peter Parker, decides to be happy go lucky towards you, you become rather annoyed. Soon enough, he warms your frozen heart.

Warnings: swearing, smut implied, dry?? (wet) humping, tit worship ( reader has pierced nipples), massive praise kink, teasing, pet names, drug usage (weed)

Notes: This is the sister fic for material girl. Kinda like the evermore to folklore. So of course I had to add more tit worship!!

ALSO (you'll see this in the fic what i mean by this) i love star wars!! i poked at peter for being a "nerd" in this, but star wars was my childhood, i still obsess over it to this day. anakin, kylo and obi-wan are my babes.

Enjoy my petals <3

-xoxo claire bear

Em, C, A. Em, C, A.

Your fingers pressed harshly into the strings of your electric guitar, flying through chords as you hummed a soft, sorrowful melody. It was rather depressing, the notes you plucked.

Soothing, but- depressing.

You sank deeper into your velvet chair, as if you could melt through it and disappear completely, humming a low tune. Creativity stopped after those first three notes, and you began to repeat them over and over until you were sick of them.

Huffing, you set your guitar back against the dresser, opening your underwear drawer to uncover your secret stash of weed. After ruffling through piles of thongs of all colours, you found the jackpot.

Bingo!

Grabbing the pre-rolled blunt, you scurried over to open your window, which lead to the fire escape. Crisp, cool air bit at your legs as you slid swung them outside. Your necklaces jangled together as you slid through the crack, and you cursed yourself for not taking them off sooner.

Yet, nonetheless, your mother hadn't heard the noise and come pounding at your door wondering why the fuck you were on the fire escape past midnight on a school night. The universe was on your side tonight.

Shutting the window softly, you trudged to the railing, pulling out a lighter. As the joint lit from your shaky fingers, you brought it to your lips with a sigh, drawing in the smoke. It tickled your senses as it slid down to your lungs, and you watched the smoke reshape as you exhaled.

The view of the stars was comforting as you looked up, your eyes becoming glassy as you continued to intake the smoke. A light flickered on from in front of you, and your gaze snapped down to see Peter Parker slide into his room, a look of content on his face.

He was always happy.

There wasn't a time in your entire school career where you had ever seen the kid upset, minus that one time in the second grade when he punched a kid in the face for stealing his toys. It wasn't comforting to you, as strange as it sounded. It was annoying in a way, the constant upbringing.

His constant cheerfulness and attempts to talk to you ticked you off to no end.

You watched with a sigh as he shut his door, sliding off his shirt. Well damn! you thought with a chuckle. Peter may annoy you to the ends of the earth, but this was the one perk of living directly across from him.

Abs were beautifully chiseled into his chest, the dim lighting of his desk lamp showcasing his back muscles as he turned around. You spotted the new Star-Wars posters he had pinned to his wall and it made you grin, because of course he would like that.

He probably had a full lego Deathstar built in his room as well. The thought made you giggle, and you picked at the black nail polish that adored your ring-littered fingers.

Suddenly, he turned around, eyes widening as he spotted your frame perched across from him. You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow as he pulled out his phone, texting at an alarming rate. The phone in your back pocket buzzed, and you pulled it out with your free hand.

Parker: you plan on bringing me one of those tomorrow?

You: sorry parker, i only hand out freebies to people i can actually stand

Parker: meanie. i’ll snag one from you, one way or another :)

You rolled your eyes pinching the joint between clenched teeth as you texted back.

You: we’ll see parker.

You clicked out of the conversation, scrolling down for any new notifications. It was almost sad, the number of contacts you had. It contained your relatives and well, Peter.

The only reason you had his number on your phone was that you had a project with him earlier on in the semester, and he insisted you keep in, just in case- whatever that meant.

There was no need for friends, that moto being something you had lived by for a long, long time. It was better that way. Fewer people to worry about, fewer people to disappoint.

The people at your school drove you up the walls, so the empty music room and a guitar were your only real friends. And your cat, Luna.

Speak of the devil, the little black ball of fur was peering at you from the windowsill, eyes wide and yellow. You smiled at her, finishing off the blunt quickly. Staring at Peter's room once more, you saw him bent over a textbook, hands running through his hair as he stressed.

You: get some sleep parker. history shouldn't be your cause of death.

You cracked the window back open with difficulty, the drugs making your body feel light and woozy as you shooed Luna out of the way, scrabbling inside.

Your phone buzzed once more. You ignored it.

Trudging over to your bathroom, you took out your piercings, and attempted to scrub the staining eyeliner on your near shut, red eyes. Luna hopped up on the bathroom counter, purring and rubbing against you as you scrubbed and scrubbed.

And scrubbed some more.

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November was your favorite month. The cold and bitter weather, the slush and ice. You loved it, mainly because everyone else hated it. As you leaned against the cool brick of the school, kicking slush, you felt a presence near. “

What are you doing out here? It's freezing.” Oh great. Happy go lucky makes his return again. “I wanted some alone time.” you grumbled, staring at him with a scowl. “ Are you even around people? Aren't you always alone?”

Fair enough.

You shrugged, staring down at the ice-coated pavement. “Are you free at lunch?” he asked curiously, attempting to meet your eyes. “No. Busy.” you said shortly, trying to end this conversation. But you knew he wouldn't give up. That was just the way Peter was.

“I don't think wallowing alone in pity in the music room for an hour counts as being busy Sabrina.”

“If you make one more reference of Sabrina the Teenage Witch in front of me I will gouge your eyes out with this choker. It has spikes for a reason.” He chuckled, brushing a hand tenderly across your cheek. You shivered at the contact, leaning in slightly to his touch.

Keyword, slightly.

“There's the nosy neighbour I’ve known to love. Come over after school then.” You scowled even deeper, a pout etched on your face as his smile grew. Pissing you off seemed to be his favourite pastime, and it annoyed you beyond belief. “What's in it for me?” you asked with a sigh, clutching your coat tighter around your shivering body.

“An endless amount of the Peter Parker aura.” he grinned, his dimples appearing as the bell rang.

Damn him and his dimples.

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Geography was so painful you wanted to jump through the too bright map that was plastered in the front of the room, the ugly fluorescents making it appear sickening. The clock ticked ever so slowly as the teacher spun the globe around, and you watched it mindlessly.

Peter, it seemed, was only looking at you.

You caught his loving gaze from the corner of your eye, him tossing you a boyish grin filled with innocence as you stared at him from across the room. Your boot tapped frantically against the cool tile floor, twiddling your pen between your fingers when he texted you.

Parker: i didnt say this earlier, but your new nose piercing looks really nice :)

You: don't feel the need to woe me over parker. it's not the only thing i got pierced.

You watched his reaction to that with a grin, stifling a giggle as his cheeks turned red, his eyes going wide as saucers. He got flushed so easily, it was a little victory for you every time you could get him heated from a single text alone.

Making life harder for him was the highlight of your day.

No pun intended.

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FOUR MONTHS LATER

A rock vinyl was playing faintly from your player in the corner of the room as you and your boyfriend Peter sprawled out on your bedroom floor. Your fairy lights glowed softly from your walls, making his eyes sparkle.

You giggled as Luna jumped down to join the two of you, finding her way next to Peter, purring loudly near his presence. “ Stay still Parker!” you shrieked as he moved his hand yet again, making it more and more difficult to coat his nails in black paint. He clucked his tongue at you, rolling his eyes.

“You’re so picky doll face. You never stay still when I’m tasting you.” he winked, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. “Stopppp.” you whined, applying the last coat upon his fingernail.

“Awh is someone shy? I’m just telling the truth doll.” he mocked, a wicked grin plastered across his face. “The truth wounds me.” you giggled, smacking him playfully as you stood up to place the polish back in your nightstand.

You felt his eyes on you the whole time, and you adored it. Peter looked at you as if you were a fine piece of art at a gallery, always making you feel like the most beautiful girl in Queens.

You hated attention, doing anything you could to avoid it- but from him? You craved it.

As you turned around to face him once more, his gaze was hungry as he looked you over, and he appeared as if he were a predator ready to pounce. It made your core tingly, wetness coating your thong. You squeezed your thighs tightly together as a piece of his dark brown hair fell in front of his face, his smile widening at the action.

“C’mere.” he beckoned with a polished finger, his voice as sweet as sugar as you neared. “ You’re such a good girl. You listen so well.” he praised, smiling as you straddled his waist. You giggled in delight at the attention, blush rising to your cheeks at his cooing.

Peter made you so soft you could hardly stand it. Yes, the cool, hard, outer shell was still there, still intact. But when Peter was around… well it crumbled a little bit.

He had found out about your need for praise and validation at the very beginning of the relationship, when you had answered a homework question perfectly in his bedroom.

Good girl.

Peter never forgot the look on your face as he uttered those words, watching it twist and distort into a small smile. That same smile was on your face now, and you gasped as his hands slid to cup your sides, stroking them gently.

“Up.” he whispered, and you knew exactly what that word meant. Lifting your arms above your head, he slid the thin material off, throwing it to the side.

Peter adored your breasts, how pretty and perky they were, how they fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. Like they were made for him.

And only for him.

The little silver studs that adored your hardened nipples made the confinement of his pants unbearable, and you felt the strain on your clothed core. “I will never get tired of these. Never ever,” he groaned, reaching down to swirl his tongue around the metal.

“Oh gods-” you cried, arching your back into his touch as he sucked and tugged your nipple harshly. “Such pretty tits baby.” he cooed, kissing them tenderly as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it harshly as he sucked again.

Your hips began to rock on their own accord. The friction between your soaking cunt and the fabric of his jeans had you mewling like a kitten as you dragged your soaked pussy back and forth on him.

A growl escaped his lips against your breast, making you let out a pornographic moan as his hands met your hips, guiding you. Peter let his mouth go with a pop, a trickle of saliva attached from your tit to his lips. “Look at you..” he mumbled, watching you in your drunken state as you stared at him with lust-blown eyes.

“Love when you touch me like this Peter, so s’good.” you whimpered, emitting a loud cry as he began to bite along your neck. “Yeah you like when I play with you like this?” he growled, watching the way your eyes rolled back as you rocked faster against his very evident bulge.

“More than anything…” you hissed, gripping his hair tightly. “ S’pretty like this honey, you're such a good girl. You’d do anything I’d tell you, wouldn't you baby girl?”

“Yes!” you answered meekly, skin becoming hotter and hotter with each roll of your hips. Your juices were coating his pants, a massive wet patch had formed over his crotch where you had been using him.

“Peter gonna cum-” You were cut off with his sudden change of pace, his hands making you bounce up and down softly on him. “Cum for me doll face it's okay just let go okay? I’m right here baby I’m right here- oh fucking christ.”

You came with a scream of his name, your legs shaking as you gripped him tighter. Your cum trickled out of you, and you whimpered at the feeling of the denim on your over-sensitive clit.

“Such a good girl, my good little girl.” he whispered, peppering you with kisses as you came down from your high. “Don't deserve you.” you blushed, looking away quickly in embarrassment at the mess you made on his pants. His hand reached up to tug your chin, making you meet his gaze once more.

“You deserve everything baby. Are you embarrassed about the mess you made, silly girl? Is that why you're saying such silly things?” You nodded quickly in embarrassment as he gave you a look of pity, knowing it urged you on even more.

“Well the good thing is, you're going to be cleaning it up dollface.”

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[bowandcurtsey]

Hiya! I love your Black Clover stuff and was wondering if I could request how Liebe, Asta, and Yuno would react to the reader kissing them on the cheek after completing a mission

See what I said? Lots of fluffy request! I love it! It goes well with the Christmas season, warm and happy (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) I love Christmas season, how about everyone?

Thank you Danielle for this request! I love it! <3

We're having lotsa Liebe request! hehe this lil devil is sucha cutie!!

Liebe | Asta | Yuno x f! reader

Liebe

This boy is so rough on the edges, soft things like this would totally make him malfunction.

Thank god you were both in private because this devil had no idea what to do or say except glare at you and mumble some incoherent vocabulary.

When you giggle at his reaction he would totally go "stop it you brat," with reddened ear tips.

He would then pretend to get annoyed by you and just crash onto the bed. That's the cue for you to join him.

If you don't, he'll furrow his brows and narrow his eyes at you until you notice him.

If you still don't, then may satan bless you because this devil 'bouta just pull you onto bed with force and magic. (or anti magic in his case)

He wouldn't say a word and would just hold you in his arms. Then suddenly he'd say, "you have to give me another one, on the other cheek to make it even."

Asta

Boy would be over the moon. He'll look at you with those shiny and sparkly eyes and say "did you miss me y/n!? I missed you!"

He doesn't know that he's loud AF and everyone can hear him. Also he's busy pulling you into a bear hug in return.

You had to tap on his biceps repeatedly or you might really suffocate.

But hell yes you missed your ball of sunshine. It was quiet and depressing without him around. His presence just added colours to your grey world.

You'll run your fingers through his thick bushy hair while you smiles at you like an excited puppy.

He'll wait for you to tell him you missed him too, and then he'll ask if he can peck you on the cheeks too. He'll give you kisses all over your face instead. Your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and your lips.

If you don't tell him you miss him too, he'll look you in the eye, and ask you seriously, "did you not miss me y/n?"

Even though this boy was probably in line for the best boyfriend award, when it came to you, he was always sensitive and gentle.

You had to assure him and tell him you did, he'll excitedly ask you for more pecks on the cheeks with a grin.

Yuno Grinberryall

Is the most calm out of the 3. He gives you the softest smile that warms up your heart and ruffles your hair mumbling to you "thank you"

He acts like it's nothing much to him but he low key looks forward to it every time he comes back from a mission.

Once you forgot about it because you were in public and he was quiet the most of the day you wondered why.

It was until you got upset and he gave in and nuzzled into your neck, mumbling, "can I get my welcome back kiss now?"

You teased him a little for it and he let you, since you gave him lots of kisses after.

Some days when he's in high spirits and he meets you, he automatically bends down and faces his cheek to you.

He'll totally return you with forehead kisses after that; it's his favourite kind of kiss to give you.

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